I Had Coney Island By Taylor Swift In The Background So... I Will Be Crying In The Corner For A Few Minutes.

I had coney island by taylor swift in the background so... I will be crying in the corner for a few minutes.

sooner or later

Word count: 600

Summary: Maria comes home late again and R has started not to care anymore.

A/N: I’m realizing as I’m getting this ready to post that I didn’t really follow the prompt since it asked for comfort but I’d be willing to do a part 2 to this if that’s something you guys would like to see lmao so sorry. This was also way angstier bc i wanted to make it inspired by Last Kiss by Taylor Swift but decided against it :,)

Maria finished filing her paperwork and took a glance at her watch. 12:48 AM. You were going to kill her. 

She stuffed her belongings in her bag and made her way to the parking garage as quickly as she could, hopping on her motorcycle and driving off to the apartment you shared. 

Her mind was racing. You’d been giving her a hard time lately because of her work hours. You were right to, Maria thought. You deserved better, to have a girlfriend who was actually home and spent time with her. She grit her teeth and drove faster. Something needed to change. She couldn’t take the look of disappointment on your face whenever she arrived home late from work when you knew she wasn’t coming from a mission. 

There were so many things she could blame. She’d often lose track of time while doing paperwork, she’d take on a larger workload than necessary, and she would always pick up slack from her coworkers. But you didn’t deserve excuses, you deserved for her to be there when you fell asleep, holding you close to her. 

Upon entering the apartment, she found you sleeping on the couch under a blanket in a hoodie of hers. Maria could tell that you’d tried to wait up for her, the tv playing at a low volume, a drink sitting on the coffee table looking near empty.

She chewed the inside of her bottom lip guiltily as she turned off the tv and put the glass in the sink before leaning down to pick you up and take you to bed. 

You stirred awake in her arms, nuzzling against her collarbone, “What time is it?”

Maria looked down at you, “1:09”. She felt you sigh against her.

Your silence made her uneasy. It was much worse than if you’d yelled at her. Silence meant you didn’t have the energy to fight for her to stay anymore. You were starting to accept Maria’s absence.

She was going to lose you sooner or later and it would be her own doing.

Maria set you down in bed and took a cold shower.

Though your eyes were closed and you were comfortably in bed, now that your girlfriend was home, you found it hard to fall back asleep without her beside you. As upset at her as you were, you missed her beside you. There were many moments the two of you used to share but you rarely spent any time together anymore. 

You resented her for making you feel more like a roommate than her girlfriend. After one too many conversations about her work hours, you’d decided that if you didn’t see a change from her sometime very soon, you wouldn’t be her girlfriend any longer. You had just started to feel optimistic before tonight as she hadn’t stayed late for more than an hour and a half in the past week. You felt like an idiot for believing things would be different.

After her quick shower, Maria changed into sweats and got into bed next to you, looking down at you, seemingly asleep. She combed back the hair that was in your face and felt an uncomfortable tightness in her chest, “I’m sorry,” she whispered, sinking into the bed.

You turned onto your side to face her at that and threw your arm over her midsection. You didn’t answer her. It wasn’t okay, you wanted to tell her, but you didn’t. You were done fighting, and if she wanted to destroy your relationship by deciding that work was more important than you were time and time again, so be it.

my dads on his segway shit again (Taylor Swift via Tiktok)

The sleepy assassin

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 748

Warnings: none

Summary: Natasha has worked herself into exhaustion

Notes: thank you to the sweet anon who gave me this request 🤍

"Come on," you chuckle quietly as you all but haul an exhausted Natasha into your shared apartment, keeping an arm around her waist for support as you close and lock the door. "One foot in front of the other, there we go."

Natasha grumbles indignantly as she somewhat uncoordinatedly pulls herself out of your arms. She slumps over onto the couch and curls herself up small, prompting another laugh to slip from your lips as you crouch down before her and place a soothing hand on her thigh.

"You can't make it to the bed?" You muse, bringing your hand up slightly to give her behind a soft pat.

Natasha scrunches up her nose in discontent, no more than a quiet huff slipping from her lips. With an amused eye roll, you momentarily leave her be and decide to go get the bed ready for her.

The red head had practically worked herself into exhaustion. Mission after mission. Reports and meetings. No breaks and barely any sleep. She'd prioritised others over herself and whilst you would normally love how unbelievably generous and giving she was, you hate the fact she'd not taken care of herself in the process.

After one call from a rather concerned Kate Bishop, you'd inevitably made your way to the compound to haul yer stubborn ass home.

Pulling back the blankets and setting a fresh set of pyjamas onto the bed, you make your way back to the living room where Natasha was seemingly snoozing away. With a tender smile  -because how could a deadly assassin be so freaking adorable- you head over and crouch down in front of her again.

As you reach up to gently brush a stray strand of hair out of her face, you realise she was completely conked out. Her breathing was both deep and heavy, delicate features relaxed and soft. She doesn't make a peep at your gentle touch, which was so unlike herself.

"Yeah, there's no way I'm going to wake you up am I?" You murmur in rhetorical amusement, and Natasha, of course, doesn't doesn't answer you. 

"Okay pumpkin, up we go," you murmur as you slide your arms beneath her limp frame, one beneath her rear end whilst the other supports the back of her neck. With a strength you didn't know you had in you, you successfully manage to lift the sleeping assassin up and into your arms like and was no more than a child.

At this action, she does rouse a little, a confused sound escaping her lips as her hands instinctively rise to grip the material of your shirt, and you quietly shush her as you bring yourself to a complete standstill.

"It's just me, baby." You sooth, and the red head lets out a small mhhh sound as she once again falls limp against you. It tells you that she really was exhausted because she never normally lets you hold her like this.

Her legs hang limp either side of your waist as her head rests heavily against your shoulder, and you bounce her up slightly to get a better grip before carrying her into your shared bedroom. After taking a moment to relish in the feeling of holding her in your arms, you cup the back of her head and gently lower her sleeping frame down onto the bed.

With the knowledge that she trusted you enough for this next part, you begin undressing her starting with her boots. You unlace them with ease, tugging them off her feet along with her socks. Next were her pants, her chosen pair today being skin tight skinny jeans you end up playing tug of war with.

Thankfully, they were soon off, and in place you manage to wrangle her limp frame into a pair of pyjama shorts. After you'd tugged them up and over her behind, you decide that the black shirt she already had on would be fine. You could just imagine the struggle you'd have trying to get her out of it.

Kicking off your own shoes, you tug her up so her head properly rested on the pillow before climbing into bed next to her. She seems to  sense your presence and unconsciously curls herself into you with her head tucked beneath your chin. You don't hesitate to return the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as your hand begins grazing soothing circles over the soft, scarred skin of her back.

"Sweet dreams pumpkin."

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Would any of you guys be up for a small mommy Natasha x child reader series? Still sickfics, but you’re her child as opposed to her partner? Just let me know!

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There goes the cutest woman this town has ever seen.

I love this video of Lizzie singing on the set of “Wind River”