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hmmm. drabble idea maybe? nat and reader shopping for lesbian pride stuff and they cant find anything (cause be fr lesbians are left out all the time lmao) so natasha takes it upon herself to make something with the lesbian flag on it? maybe like a shirt, a pin, a bag – whatever. and readers just so <nat3

warnings: lesbian!nat x lesbian!reader, THIS IS FOR LESBIANS AND LESBIANS ONLY <333

A frown lines your lips when your fingers flip through the selection of flags; from the pansexual to the more general pride flag, you were certain that this store would’ve at least carried your’s.

No sight of the sunset coloured banner revealed itself to you, none of it’s lesbian colours appealing to your eyes even as Natasha approached your side in hopes to help you.

She notices your frown before you even realize the disappointment that ravages your body. Placing a hand on the back of your spine, her warmth rattles you back to reality.

“Find everything you need, love?” You shake your head at her question, letting your hand fall from where it was raised against the rack of flags.

You come up empty handed when Natasha goes up to the cash to ring her items. She’s got some pins for her bag pack, a new Stranger Thing’s graphic shirt, and some Black Widow merch she had saw you eye earlier.

Still you were hoping that you and your wife’s flag would be here, at least a pin, yet you came up empty handed.

And as much as you’d like to hide your disappointment, it was Pride Month! One of the many first that you’ve finally accepted what you are, and what better way to celebrate with the person who had supported you through every obstacle?

Natasha could see the gears turning beneath your zoned out gaze, and as she handed her card to the sale associate she leaned close to your side.

“Y’alright, honey?” The hand on your back strokes you with comfort. “It’s time to go...”

You go home with her with a weight heavy on your shoulder, a stone stuck between your chest enabling you to breathe.

It’s only when it’s late at night, you’re on the couch with your head laid on her lap as she reads a book. You’re on your phone, headphones in until you feel her halt her movements.

“I’ll be back, love,” she says, softly adjusting you on the couch as she leaves. Music consumes you for a little bit before you feel the vibrations of your wife’s steps.

She shows up to your peripheral, blurry and mushed together. You sit up to get a closer look and what you see makes your heart drop and chest tighten.

You’re not even entirely sure when you had started crying until Natasha had let go of the lesbian sunset flag that she had been holding up with pride and cupped your wet cheeks.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love,” her thumbs swept at the tears that stained your skin. “I’m sorry—Please don’t cry... I’m sorry...”

You shook your head, circling her wrist with your hands and tugged them to your lips. “Why do you have to be...you’re so perfect!”

Natasha made a sheepish look. “If it helps, I also made matching pins!”

Your sobbing worsened and you melted against your wife’s chest. Your body shook and all Natasha could do was coo your name in hopes to calm you down.

“I bet you made tote bags too, didn’t you?” It was meant to be rhetorical but Natasha’s silence spoke thousands and you groaned.

“I love you,” you admit. “You’re my favourite lesbian.”

Natasha raised a brow. “Really?”

“Might be my favourite, period.”