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Natasharswifey - Married To Natasha Romanoff (canon) - Tumblr Blog
[Over the phone]
Natasha: Yeah, so this is really important I was hoping we could talk about it soon
Yelena: Yeah, sure.
Natasha: Alright, so tomorr-
Yelena: HA, GET VOICEMAILED BITCH. Leave a message after the beep <3.
YESS
Is this a Black Widow renaissance?
Justice for my girly
"I'm so annoyed I'm literally going to kill myse-" [remembers negative talk will only make things worse] "reunite with my estranged family and take down the red room"
Little red ❤️
Wanda Maximiff & daughter!reader
Summary: You're Wanda's daughter and a bit of a problem child, but one day things get a little out of hand.
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A/N: Reader is pretty young in this but I wasn't sure how to put it as a warning, just a short one shot. I find it hard to read Y/N as my name so I'm using [...] instead!
Tags: Accidental mind control, shock hurt/comfort, guilt, angst with a happy ending <3
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Little red.
It was a nickname that stuck only a few months after you moved into the compound with Wanda. Mainly because of the colour of your mother's powers, but also because you had quite the temper.
It was always a wonder how so much energy and rage could fit into such a small six-year-old, but it never seemed to end with you.
Whenever you weren't throwing a fit you were the sweetest thing alive, giving hugs left and right and smiling all the time with a toothy grin.
Luckily, Wanda was kind and patient with you, calming you after meltdowns and always being reasonable.
But after starting kindergarten a month ago you'd taken a a turn for the worse.
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“Honey, you need to calm down.”
“No!” You scream for the fourth time. It was likely you didn't even remember what had gotten you upset in the first place.
Wanda did, though. This had all started two hours ago when she'd calmly explained that eating an entire tub of ice cream wouldn't be healthy, or even possible with such a small stomach.
Fours hours before Natasha had to haul you back inside screaming before you ran out into a storm because you were convinced hanging out with Thor gave you his lightning powers.
Earlier that morning she'd had to battle with you about getting ready for school, then getting out of the car and to the front gate.
The night before you'd refused to go to sleep in your bed, waking half the compound by sneaking around clumsily in the dead of night.
This was pretty much the weekly routine since you'd started school, which meant Wanda had barely gotten any rest between you and working alongside the Avengers.
“I want it now!”
“Please, [………], just take a deep breath and-”
“I don't wanna, I want ice cream!”
So you did remember this time. Either way it wasn't happening, dealing with you would only be more difficult if you were hopped up on sugar.
“You can't have anymore tonight, sweetie, how about tomorrow.”
Before Wanda can continue trying to calm you down you start bawling and she can’t hear herself think.
She had never thought parenting would be so hard, Wanda had always imagined doing this with Vision, but with him gone and you being so difficult this all seemed so impossible.
Wanda can see you take another sharp inhale to begin crying again, placing a hand on your shoulder to try and stop you before you can.
Then you stop.
It was so abrupt that Wanda could immediately tell something was wrong. As she shuffled directly in front of you she covered her mouth in shock at the sight of your eyes swirled with red. Her red.
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When you came back around everything was fuzzy. You didn't really remember why you were on the kitchen floor, or why your mom looked so scared and sad.
“Hey, [………] talk to me, kid.”
You wanted to ask what was going on, why your mother wouldn't come close to you and why your aunt looked so concerned, but the words got caught in your throat.
In all honesty you just wanted to sleep right on the floor where you were sat, but Auntie Nat was very adamant you should stay awake.
The doctor said you'd suffered a shock and would be better soon. You didn't actually remember what happened in the kitchen, but thought you must have misbehaved terribly because your mom didn't want to be near you anymore.
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“Wanda?” Natasha whispers quietly, the two of them standing in the doorway watching over you as you slept.
She had decided to move out of the compound away from the city until you fully recovered and Nat had joined you, knowing she would need some help.
“Hey, Nat.”
It had been a week since the accident and Wanda was tired. It wasn't because you had her up at all hours of the night defying your bedtime anymore, it was much worse.
You were silent.
You hadn't spoken a single word to anyone since what had happened. It was hard to tell what was going on in your head since your face often lacked in emotion.
The only time you really acted like a kid was when you took out crayons to draw, even then the only colour you'd use was red.
But the wort part was, Wanda knew it was all her fault.
“How are you holding up?”
Wanda shrugs, “I'm fine.” She's lying through her teeth and they both know it.
“It wasn't on purpose, Wanda.”
“I hurt my own kid.”
“Hey.” Natasha takes her by both of her shoulders, “You were exhausted, you know your powers go haywire when you aren't getting enough rest. The doctor said she'll be better soon- she isn't hurt, you only gave her a little shock that's all.”
The guilt that had been festering since that night came welling up and Wanda finally let herself cry quietly in Natasha’s arms.
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You woke up a little earlier than usual that morning and did a big stretch before deciding to see what was going on downstairs.
Your mom was curled up on the couch reading a magazine while auntie Nat was in the kitchen frying something.
You tugged so gingerly at her oversized shirt that she didn't even notice you were there until she looked down.
“Hey, Little red. You sleep well?”
You nodded. Out here it was a lot more quiet, and you didn't have to worry about school or your classmates giving you any trouble. Plus your mom was here all the time instead of work. Even if she was being distant.
“Do you want to help me cook breakfast?”
Normally it would be an immediate yes, but you just wanted to be near your mother. You pointed at her and looked up at Nat, clearly wanting to know what to do.
She smiles at you softly, “Go ahead, kid.”
Jumping at the opportunity you scurried over to where she was sitting, slowing down as you got closer. She hadn't yet noticed you, her eyesight blocked by the page in front of her.
You decided to take the opportunity and clamber onto the couch, wriggling until you were in the perfect spot in her arms. She had gone slightly stiff and you could feel her heart pounding, but only cuddled closer to her.
“You guys alright?” Natasha calla from the kitchen, only a small hint of worry in her voice.
“Yeah we're… we're good, right, [……….]?”
You respond by curling up closer, sighing as you closed your eyes.
Wanda's eyes never left you, she was so terrified that she could lose control again, break you, but even with these thoughts swirling around her head, the look of peace on your face as you slept was enough to keep her calm.
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Notes:
“Marceline, I can feel myself slipping away
I can't remember what it made me say
But I remember that I saw you frown
I swear it wasn't me, it was the crown”
-Remember you, Adventure time
Yayy, happy ending
This wasn't based on the song but its so fitting omg, I don't think I've written something so angsty before but I hope you likeddd :)
Wanda: Sometimes when I'm playing the sims I give myself a family
Natasha: Jesus christ
[Calling 'Ms Romanoff']
Peter: Heyyy, are you busy?
Natasha: No, what's up?
Peter: The ceiling!… I think. I can’t tell whether I'm upside down or not, haha.
Natasha: What are you talking about??
Peter: I'm trapped in the walls.
Smash alert ‼️‼️‼️
It’s official, my art has peaked
full post here
when you finish a fic that was everything you could of hoped for and you click on their user to see that they’ve written dozens of fics for that pairing
I love them already marvel please don't kill them.
Fluff will actually be the death of me I love this sm
Emotional Support Intern Peter Parker
Tony and Peter finally arrive in the large room, polished leather Oxfords and stained-lace Converse making their way through the crowd of professionals. Tony has a hand on Peter's back guiding him, because no matter how many meetings, conferences, and office buildings they traverse together, Peter always manages to get lost the second Tony lets go.
Thankfully Pepper is easy to spot, shaking hands with some blah blah from wee woo Industries. Her hair is the only splash of colour in the constant white black grey of everyone's pencil skirts and collared shirts.
"Hi Ms. Potts!" Peter greets as soon as the woman turns and spots them.
"Hi Peter—Tony. I told you to stop bringing the kid to these things. No offense Peter."
"None taken! You look lovely, did you get your hair done?"
Pepper's hair cascades over her shoulder in perfect curls, splayed out over her white button-up.
"Yes actually, a trim and some highlights. I think she went shorter than I asked though, because I always get half an inch, and this does not look like half an inch."
Peter steps a bit closer and squints at the piece of copper hair she's holding out.
"I think it's just because she curled it. You usually get it blow dried after."
"Hm. I think you're right actually."
Tony rolls his eyes, "I'm so glad you guys are having such a great slumber party. C'mon kid I have to avoid that senator and he's starting to glance this way." He tries to head over to some tall plants that happen to be great blind spots.
"Ah ah ah Tony! We are talking about this. I told you to stop dragging Peter to all of your work responsibilities. I'm sure he's bored to death with these meetings and work events."
"Pep, he's an intern, he's supposed to be bored and taken advantage of. Besides, if you take away my emotional support intern then I simply wouldn't show up! So."
"You aren't even paying him for his time!" Pepper says at the same time Peter mumbles "emotional support intern?"
"Um excuse me, that 3 million dollar suit he stuffs between his math homework and Go-Gurt begs to differ. And anyways, I pay him with experience. I brought him to that seminar in LA on Saturday, and he's following me to Tokyo for that week long conference in July. I highly doubt he's complaining," he squeezes the boy's shoulders, Peter looking up and beaming at him and Pepper.
"I'm really fine with it Ms. Potts. Besides, the more of these things I go to the more lab time I get!" Peter pipes in.
Pepper glares at Tony. "Really, bribery?"
"Okay well, if us grown adults don't want to be here how else am I supposed to get a 15 year old to talk about environmental reform to people who don't even believe in climate change."
Pepper and Tony hold each other's stares.
"You mean he spoke to Mr. Ellis about the generator you designed for his carbon plant, and it didn't end with him calling us a pansy corporation and you calling him a decrepit geezer who's business is the only thing that's going to die quicker than he is?"
There's barely stiffled hope supressed under Pepper's professionalism.
Tony smirks. "Yep, I think Mr. Ellis even smiled. The kid's got charm! Who knew."
Pepper glances at Peter in consideration.
"Peter have you ever considered pursuing anything further in business? Engineering is great, but if you really want to be successful it's incredibly important to build interpersonal skills, leadership, and even current market and finance knowledge. I mean you might want to sell your designs one day, or start a company."
"Oh, I haven't really-"
"You could shadow me! I mean interning with a CEO is a once in a lifetime opportunity, it would give you a glowing resume, and I know a lot more about this stuff than Tony. He didn't even perform his executive duties when he actually was the CEO."
Pepper has that gleam in her eyes, the one she gets when men call her sweetheart, or when Tony isn't even dressed for their reservation that started ten minutes ago.
It means she's already had the argument in her head.
Peter is still stuttering, flustered with this side of Pepper. Her business face isn't usually directed at him, and it's a far cry from the woman who sends him home with leftovers from dinner.
"Wait wait wait, are you trying to steal my intern?" Tony asks incredulously.
"If anyone even needs an intern Tony it would be me. I have to babysit you and the company, meanwhile you just need him to hand you wrenches. Competent help is hard to find these days and you're wasting his talents."
"Um, excuse me, he's the only thing keeping me together. You already have your fancy day planner and Excel spreadsheets, I need him to get me out of the house. He's the only thing keeping me a responsible adult, if you take away my emotional support intern then I will not attend a single meeting for the rest of the quarter."
"You are such a man child!"
"La la la la can't hear youuu," Tony says with his fingers in his ears.
"Um, guys, I think people are staring."
Peter tugs on the corner of Tony's sleeve to get him to unplug his ears, glancing nervously at the groups of people sending them judgemental stares. The three of them give a wave and pleasant smile, most of the crowd continuing to move along on the grey carpet at the sight of their unsettling synchronicity and false turn of the lips.
Pepper speaks through her teeth, a grin still presented at passers-by. "Fine, you can keep him, but only because he's doing half my job for me. The only person you can emotionally regulate around and it's a teenager. I'm glad you finally found someone who can keep you entertained."
"Love you too honey," Tony says while putting a hand on the small of her back and kissing her cheek. He sighs, looking around the room at all the government officials who think these tech companies are spying on them.
Apparently a surveillance state is only cool when they do it to manipulate their incarceration numbers, rig elections and lobby votes, and not for data mining and targeted ads.
"I say we hit the cheese and crackers, take an awkward amount of sips from those tiny water bottles, and then speak to some old ladies till we have to do our presentation."
"Sounds great Mr. Stark. Will you make sure they don't grab my face again? I smelled like old lady perfume at school and Flash started making fun of me for stealing people's grandmas."
Tony looks into Peter's eyes questioningly and finds nothing but sincerity and resignation in them.
"Well. Not my fault your cheeks are so gosh darn cute. But I'll do my best," he wraps an arm around the shorter and starts heading through the room again.
The weight is comforting. Peter used to get anxious at these events, but Tony never leaves his side and is always looking at him like he's the Michaelangelo in the center of every room. He became accustomed to being Mr. Stark's favourite part of the event. While that may not seem difficult, especially considering the droning lectures and snooty company, it always feels special making jokes about people's ridiculous work jargon, and comparing the staleness of crackers at conferences.
"Emotional support intern huh?" he says smugly.
Tony glances at him, but instead of scoffing or denying anything, he just speaks with honesty. "You and Pepper are the best, most important things to this company. And to me. I'm really glad you're here kid."
Peter doesn't know what to say. The words stick in his throat while Tony hands him a water bottle with the lid already cracked.
Peter has super strength; It's completely unnecessary to open his bottle for him. He doesn't point this out. Tony will do it at the next meeting, just like he did at the last one, and Peter will never mention it.
Woah
soldat
Compression is going to kill the details so here are some close ups
Natasha: A girl doesn't dye her hair that colour unless she has serious psychological problems
Wanda: My hair colour has nothing to do with my psychological problems!
John Walker Hate Club
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I already love them, please don't die
the vibe they're each bringing to the function
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MCU characters as tracks from HMHAS (Pt 1)
SKINNY: Peter Parker
"Am I acting my age now?
Am I already on the way out?"
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"And you said I was your secret
And you didn't get to keep it" (Mysterio)
CHIHIRO: Steve Rogers
"Said you won’t forget my name"
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"Saw you turn around, but it wasn’t your face" (Bucky)
BIRDS OF A FEATHER: Bucky Barnes
"I knew you in another life
You had that same look in your eyes" (Steve)
THE GREATEST: Thor
"And you don’t wanna know
How alone I’ve been
Let you come and go
Whatever state I’m in" (Endgame)
BITTERSUITE: Yelena Belova
"'Cause I can't fall in love with you
No matter how bad that I want to"
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"If this is how I die
That's alright"
BLUE: Loki
"You were born bluer than a butterfly"
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"Born blameless, grew up famous too"
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"I don't blame you
But I can't change you"
-♡-
Note: For Bittersuite, I'm not including the end adlib bit because. Yeah.
Can you do your dark romantic florals or something gothic in a maroon/purpley color scheme?
Ahh yes, I can for sure!! I did a couple different shades of maroon, I hope these will work! 🥀💖
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