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Dude this song got me so deep in my feels I don’t think even a ladder could bring me back up🥲

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NOTHING ✧

it has been a long night at the workshop, and the only thing you wanted was to be in Agatha's arms once more.

Agatha x Artist!Reader

warning/s: nothing, just you being tired and some fluff

“There's nothing like doing nothing, with you”

Through the decades, your eyes always seemed to have caught a glimpse of her. The centuries together with her; different eras, opportunities, even people. Yet it was only her who you'd let in your heart. The way even her eyes smile as she looks at you, her messy hair entangled with your fingers as she drowns in your touch. She always had a way of entering your mind, a way to make you smile. It was her all along. She brightened you up in dark days, comforted you and stood by your side in broken ones. She was such a gentle person when it came to you; she delicately held you in her arms, inhaling each other's presence as if it were only the two of you left in the world.

Agatha Harkness

That name had its way to get imprinted in your mind. She was witty and smart, her jokes making you laugh almost every time. A joy she was to your life. It dates back to the trials she faced before; you both held onto each other for dear life, swearing to be there for one another when in need of it. The world would have caved in between the two of you, yet you still had her.

The modern era it was, currently. Even though the two of you basically could live for centuries, it still was a desire to achieve sidelined things; these in which Agatha taught young witches magic, helping them control it and get the hang of it, while you occasionally helped out, but mostly focused on your job as an artist in mediums of painting.

The current day though, was quite busy and draining. The whole day you had to stay in your workshop, finishing commissions as the day ended with you coming home later than usual. Footsteps from across the different lawns, your feet basically taking steps at a ponderous pace. A sigh of enervation escaped your lips, a sign that you were tired and your hands obviously were very sore and calloused from the countless paint brushes and tools you used to make your breathtaking artworks. The moon was up and vivid, perhaps the time was closer to midnight by the time you exited your workshop. The moon was as always, beautiful; the only thing you remember as your eyes gazed at it was your wife. She was dashing, charming even. God, you were in love with her. Like it's always the first time with her without it even feeling new. Centuries have passed and her undying beauty was always there, haunting your dreams as she held you close in her arms as a way of slumber. You chuckle to yourself, eager to see her once more like how you do basically everyday. A few lawns more and there you were. At home at last.

Walking leisurely, you held up your hand onto the silver door knob that had flowers engraved on its handle; you remember carving and molding it yourself, perfectly customized to the two of you. It had a special lock that you came up with, Agatha and yourself being the only ones who know and have the key. As you turned the knob, the feel of home walked past you, missing that comforting feeling you always felt everyday. You hung your bag on one of the racks before taking your shoes off then placing it on its shelf. Who knew your wife would be so much of a perfectionist at times, a clean lady. You went towards the couch, basically falling on it on your back; you're breathing deep, exhaling a sharp sense of breath out of exhaustion. Eyes glued to the ceiling, inhaling the aura of your home. It was silent, wondering if Agatha had already gone to bed after her long day. Sad, because you wanted to chat with her about her day, but understandable since she herself was quite busy.

Eyes closed, you were almost asleep when a fluffy ball of fur came cuddling on your chest, swiftly slipping under your hands. A quiet giggle escaped you, softly caressing his back as he snuggled closer towards you. Footsteps were then coming from the stairs, although it didn't catch your ears; instead, it was the sudden voice you've been wanting to hear all day. "Don't keep the hugs all to yourself, Señor Scratchy.", a smile formed on your lips, your ears sensing her voice as a chuckle escaped hers. You felt her footsteps get closer as you remained laying on the couch, eyes moving towards her. "Busy day, hun?", your wife said, walking towards the sofa. She sat beside your head with you moving carefully, so now you were laying your head on her lap. Her eyes matched yours with a twinkle as she brushed her fingers through your hair. "You don't wanna talk about it?", Agatha asked, you simply nodded your head then closed your eyes. A sudden pause between you occurred shortly.

"I love you."

You said under your breath, enough for her to hear. It was peaceful with Agatha; everyday it was like this, and yet you never got sick of it. Well, you never got sick of her. A sly smile graced her lips, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss.

"I love you too.", she said softly.

A moment of silence as the two of you remained in your position, but it had to end. Knowing how you were still in your work clothes, you wanted to freshen up before laying with her in bed later on; you stood up shortly before telling your wife. Then and there, she patiently waited for you upstairs in your shared room while Señior Scratchy went somewhere else.

“Shall I wait for you, darling?”, she asked as you sat up from your position. You looked at her with your eyes tired, but still had that bloom. Even with this messy facade, glasses and unblemished face, she still looked beautiful. “No need, please go to bed without me.”, you told her with a smile before she gave you one last kiss for the night before standing up, “Goodnight, love.”

As Agatha went to your shared room, you entered the bathroom with a couple of clothes in hand. Upon entering the bathroom, your fingers touched the switch as the lights turned on, swiftly closing the door then looking at yourself in the mirror; on your face were a few drizzles of paint splatters, your hair was basically a neutral mess. Mind wandering how on looks, you and your wife were basically opposites, as she keeps her appearance tidy and you on the other hand, wouldn't bother wiping away the un- blemishes. Even though it's the looks, you knew of your insecurities in dating, although to note that it has always been the two of you for centuries. It was always a question that came across you on why this Harkness lady loved you the best, when she was literally higher up than what league you're in. You believed that there are other women who are far more prettier than you, other witches that were pretty much better than you, but still, it was you she chose. And you who she loves everyday. She just never ceases to amaze you. After a soft exhale of yours interrupted the unending thoughts in your head, you went and brushed your teeth, eyes scanning the paint that happened to get on you. Afterwards, you just proceeded with the usual: you put on your clothes, then placed your dirtied clothes on a rack, and a simple swing of your finger made it tidy once more, snapping away for it to be placed in your closet.

You walked across the hall where the bedroom is located, and as your hands arrived on the doorknob, you opened it slowly so as to not make a loud creaking sound. And there she was, laying in bed with her eyes closed; an obvious sign of slumber, seeing her chest raise from time to time, breathing. Quietly, you made gentle footsteps, before burying yourself under the covers, facing her as her back was turned to the bedside table. Eyes closed, you felt the sleep kicking in, but suddenly it just disappeared. It's that common thing again, where you just couldn't sleep; a phone can't fix it, and honestly, you didn't want to use magic on yourself, so you lay there with eyes closed, and the only things keeping you company is your thoughts that never seemed to have an end, and your wife who you're glad is getting the rest she deserves. Your heart was beating fast, as if it were in an inescapable cage; you breathed deeply, like it was your last breath.

"Sweetheart, I can sense your thoughts."

, a weight of what seemed as Agatha's hand reached up inside your shirt as she circled her thumb on your waist, a usual gesture she made that gave you comfort. "I'm sorry, Agatha.", you moved yourself closer to her as she held you gently to her chest. "I've been very exhausted lately-", a warm exhale left your lips, burying your face on her neck, her hand caressing your back. "-but I know it'll be better as long as you're here with me.", your voice was a bit raspy as you kept it low enough for her ears to hear. She was worried, especially at times like this. The common sense of using your magic to create and finish your artworks was there, but painting it yourself and taking time to give it all of the details was so much better. It displayed the emotions that drove off the finished product, making it as special as every other piece crafted by your hands. “Hun, please take care, ok?”, she gave a light kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you and I’m here with you. Always and forever.”

She hummed you a familiar tune to drift you off to a calming slumber. It was the same melody she sang to you under the moonlight at a forest clearing, her skin luminesced under the midnight gleam. The memories of your youth with her, sneaking and messing around. Her beauty never fades, centuries old, and yet her visuals were always so breathtaking. The type to make you melt with a single smile, a single chuckle. “Thank you”, you blurted, kissing a spot on her neck,

“Thank you for being here.”

Morning soon arrived, feeling the empty space on your bed. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen as she’s a morning bird, you however, were a night owl. The door slightly opened, as a faint sound of music echoed all throughout the house. The captivating smell coming from the kitchen had lingered around your nose; a good morning. Perhaps today was a special day, although you’ve looked through holidays and occasions spent with your wife, and none of it for today. You wondered what it was that made the house all giddy. But shortly, you sat up, giving your back a little stretch before tidying up the bed with a single wave of your fingers, alongside changing your clothes into something more casual, and comfortable; perfect for a warm Saturday with Agatha. A breath of relief, it was a free day, so that means you got to spend the whole day with your beloved, mind thinking of various activities to do with her. Perhaps just staying at home, watching television and just enjoying each other's presence.

You gave the room a last check, making sure that everything is tidy and organized, before making your way downstairs. Your ears received the melodious voice of Agatha. She was a good singer, heck- she's good at a lot of things, which just made you fall for her harder than at first glance. She heard your footsteps going below as she swiftly turned around, gently untying the apron wrapped around her waist then hanging it by the fridge. "Good morning, my Dear.", as always, she greeted your day with a smile. "Good morning to you as well, beautiful.", her response was a sly chuckle at your sudden compliment, her feet bringing herself towards you. Agatha was all touchy and hands on, so you always expected her to brush her hands somewhere on your body; her touch was just so gentle, so endearing. "Your gramophone's playing Frank Sinatra.", a sentence you said in which indicated a happy occasion for her, or to be a bit more frank, a special day.

"It's a Saturday, and I get to spend it with the person I love the most."

, she gave a flattering laugh before pulling you into the middle of the living room. Both of her hands placed on your waist, yours around her neck, fumbling them through her wavy hair. She bursted in song as she danced around the room intertwined with yours, "In other words, hold my hand." You swayed with her, lightening up your mood with her antics. "In other words, baby, kiss me.", she leaned in forward to give you a quick kiss, following them up more from the corner of your lips to your blushing cheeks. "Oh, Agatha.", you left out a chuckle, placing your forehead against hers with closed eyes. "You make everyday better, darling.", a soft whisper she gave you.

"Everything is nothing if it isn't with you."

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WHERE TO START!

(The fundamentals of witchcraft)

I often see this asked and since there are so many places you could start I thought that it may be helpful to create a less overwhelming version of my “welcome” post of with a more specific lay out of some of the beginner fundamentals! If you like this post please interact and I will draft up a part 2 for this! 🥰 and please feel free to hit that follow button✨

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“The prince just fell in love with Cinderella because of her looks!”

Wrong. Okay, picture this–

So there’s the prince, okay? He’s like, smack dab in the center of the ballroom, and he is like, horrifically aware that this whole ball thing is a result of his dad falling into a panic about the royal lineage or whatever and he’s stuck listening to highborn girl after highborn girl, all lined up, introducing themselves like, “Oh yeah my family’s been a longtime supporter of the crown, and I think you’re cute, *cough* I’ve been told I have child-bearing hips *cough* Who said that? Anyway–” and Princey boy is just smiling through it, he has been the center of attention for entirely too long, he misses his emotional support horse, and is just internally like “Someone please kill me now.” And then… he sees her–This isn’t a love at first sight thing, this is a ‘what the hell is going on over there’ thing, because this girl has not gotten into the Debutante line for a solid 45 minutes. 

She’s just at the hors d’oeuvres table going HAM on the prosciutto-wrapped asparagus, and like, she’s polite about it, she’s happy to move aside for other people grabbing punch and canapes (and she’s really so sweet with the wait staff, it’s kind of cute because they’re like… definitely not used to being acknowledged) but it’s like, “Damn girl, did you not eat today?” and then the prince is kind of stuck with the uncomfortable thought of ‘how many girls starved themselves to fit into a corset for this.’ And then the Prince realizes he’s missed the past 4 Debutante introductions because he’s watching Mystery girl hork down crab rangoons. So he’s like, “Excuse me” and manages to break free from the never-ending parade of girls who will hop on his dick for status.

 And as he’s approaching Mystery Girl, it’s kind of hitting him that something’s not quite natural about her. Not fake, but not quite real. But at the same time this whole evening’s been just a whole circus of people acting fake as hell, so like, someone seeming a little off doesn’t seem bad, necessarily. And he sidles up to her like, “Hi,” and she’s like, “Oh–hey, have you tried the tapenade?” and she points to one of the plates, and at this point, he could hit her with the “You don’t know who I am, do you?” deal or the “Very funny, I see your play” deal, but at this point it occurs to him that, no, he hasn’t had anything to eat throughout this whole damn ball, partially because of being stuck in the debutante parade, partially because of nerves, and there’s something so disarming about the question that he grabs a crostini and she still seems so food-focused that it doesn’t seem possible that this is a play. So they both grab little plates and ditch the party.

She pretty much clears her plate in under two minutes and then has half of his plate, he’s cool with it, mostly he’s just absolutely fascinated listening to her.

See here’s the thing about Cinderella:

1. She doesn’t know he’s the prince. Like yeah, he’s been at the center of the room, but she’s kind of spent half the party eagerly looking around everywhere she’s allowed to go (”Have you seen rose garden? Have you seen the solarium??” further confirmation that she doesn’t know who she’s talking to) and the other half stuffing her face with food. 

2. She assumes she’s never going to see anyone here tonight again, and no one recognizes her, so she has no filter.

So she’s just talking about whatever with this guy. He seems cool. She talks about her friends, who are rats. She makes little outfits for them. Sometimes they bring her little gifts. She is already the coolest person the prince has ever met because of this. She pretty much offhandedly talks about whatever is fucked up about the kingdom that would take his advisors two hours of hemming and hawing and watering down to address. She just says it like it’s nothing, just funky little things she’s observed, and again, she’s not aware that he’s the prince, but it’s still pretty damn bold to bring up at a literal royal ball.

She… seems to have the majority of graces that lots of girls from Respectable Families™ have, but there’s something strange about it, something simultaneously broken and hardened, like the way you can see where ice has thawed and re-frozen. Also the way she talks about her family, and the way she avoids talking about her family– is raising several red flags, not in the “Oh this is another person trying to take advantage of me” sense, but in the “Oh fuck, something’s gone really wrong and you need help” sense and also lowkey a ‘damn is she even getting fed?’ sense. But he can’t say, ‘Hey, that’s not fucking normal for people to say that to you or treat you that way. We need to get you out of there,’ without sounding crazy himself, so for now, he’s just going to chill, make sure she’s comfortable, and keep enjoying the evening. She’s somehow befriended like 4 of the waitstaff so they’re willing to cover for them while they disappear for a little bit, and they get plenty of time to talk, but eventually it hits her that she hasn’t danced yet and she’s like “Come on! I bet we can make the prince jealous!” and he just bursts out laughing at that like “hell yeah, let’s make the prince jealous. He’s a real asshole.” Like clearly she’s having a good time, so who is he to make it weird? So they head back to the ballroom and they dance. And our girl, Mystery Girl, Cinderella, while they’re dancing, becomes acutely aware that everyone is staring. That doesn’t seem quite right. Like, yeah she’s hot, she knows she’s hot, but at least a good third of the party should still be focused on the prince, right? Where is that guy, anyway?

Oh.

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

And Princey Boy actually picks up on her realization and they whisper argue for like 3 minutes. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like a goddamn idiot!” “I dunno it was nice being treated like a normal person” “Well me treating you like a normal person makes me a goddamn felon or something did you consider that?!” “Hey–Hey–it’s cool–you’re cool–I think you’re amazing, and if anyone says shit about you, I can shut it down.” “Well I don’t like that! That’s fucked up!” “I agree. It is fucked up, but I believe in you, and I think you should have a chance, and I’m here to back you up. I know power is fucked up right now. I know. But are you cool with working with me to change that?” And our girl Cindy pauses on that for a couple seconds, because.. she’s just spent hours with this guy and like.. she knows he’s a good guy, she knows he means well, so she’s like, “I don’t know how long I can actually work with you.” and the prince is like “Look, I know your home situation is complicated right now, but I really think we can–”

And then the bell starts ringing.

It’s midnight.

And then she takes off in a panic, and our prince just met the coolest person ever, and like, he’s pretty sure whatever situation they’re headed back to is fucked up, and all he’s got going to find her is a shoe. A shoe. 

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This is great oh my god

There's just One Bed

Plot: Natasha gives you the cold shoulder and you don't know why. Unluckily, you have to go on a mission with her, the problem: there is only one bed. On the first day you get hurt, which leads you to the revealing of your real feelings.

Warning: Injury, language

Word count: 2.8k

Masterlist

You're the newest Avenger on the force, and you're grateful that Fury recruited you just under a year ago. Your life has rarely been easy, and you've had a sick and difficult childhood. You were passed around from family to family like recycled goods, but at the age of 10 you were not placed in a family, but in a kind of orphanage where you literally had to fight for survival every day. You felt neither safety, nor love.

Nick Fury found you one day in an alley where you used to hide from the leaders of your home. You were emaciated, covered in bruises and also dirty. From then on he took you under his wing and took care of you like a father.

More or less secretly, he made you mentally and physically healthy again and often let you train with his agents.

Soon it was time to introduce you to the Avengers and as a new team member. In the few years of training, Fury quickly realized that you were very talented. Especially when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and the use of guns.

That's why today you're even more grateful that the Avengers have taken you in so well and already consider you family. In the meantime, you have settled in well and get along well with everyone, especially Wanda has grown very close to you. You could say you're something like best friends. Even Tony has warmed up to you and let his walls down when it comes to you. You also share his passion of science and the others sometimes don't see you both for hours as you spend time in the lab until late at night.

So yes, you feel very comfortable in the compound with the others and are grateful for the new life you have been given. The only hurdle you haven't overcome yet is to build a relationship with Natasha.

Since day one you have the feeling that she is different to you than the others. As if she doesn't want to have anything to do with you. But Wanda told you that Natasha is always like that with new people and that she just needs time. You accepted and understood that. At some point you even tried to start conversations or something like that, even if she responded superficially, nothing ever came from her. And from then on you decided not to try anymore and also to give her the cold shoulder in a certain way.

No matter how much you would have liked to get closer to her at some point, you didn't want to be treated that way and gave up on it.

Of course, you didn't completely ignore each other, after all, you lived together. At meals together, movie nights with everyone or missions you always somehow came into contact or conversation. But that’s all.

Natasha had noticed at a certain point that you were getting less towards her. She didn't know exactly what to think, but it was her own fault, she knew that. She knows how she treated you and that she didn't welcome you as warmly as the others did. She felt something when she first saw you and became afraid of that feeling. It intimidated her and she never felt something like that before. So it would be best if she just pushed you away.

And that worked, because soon you pushed her away too.

Often you noticed how Natasha gave you looks when she thought you wouldn't notice. Actually she noticed something like that, after all she was a spy, but with you it was somehow different, as if she functioned differently with you. Also, she was secretly a little jealous that you were doing so much with Wanda. Because actually she also wants to get along so well with you and be the reason you laugh. Even though she knows that you and Wanda are just best friends.

However, as the months went by, your mutual desire turned into a kind of hatred. You don't know how or when exactly it came to this, but you had the feeling that no matter what you did, it would annoy her. Often you would fight in front of the others over the smallest things and it would end up with you ignoring each other for the next 3 days. And then it started all over again.

This bothered not only the other Avengers, but actually you too. But this was probably the only way between you to communicate, whether you liked it or not.

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Friday tells you over the loudspeaker system in the gym that a meeting is coming up in a few minutes. The timing was not the best, because you are standing in front of a punching bag soaked with sweat all over your body. There's no time to change, so you just quickly take off your boxing gloves and head straight to the meeting room.

"Where are the others?" is the first thing you say after entering the room with only Tony and Natasha in it. Confused, you look from her face to his and back again. But Natasha can only focus on you right now, standing in front of them in nothing but your tight gym clothes, sweat running down your body and your hair sticking to your sweat-soaked forehead.

Out of confusion you don't notice her staring at you and how her jaw drops slightly to the floor.

"There's a mission for you two" Tony said in your direction and also kind of in hers, because she’s standing just a few inches from you.

That snapped Natasha out of her thoughts. "What, just the two of us?" she asked with a furrowed brow.

Great, a mission with just Natasha, you thought to yourself, this is going to be just fine. Tony wasn't even able to tell you how long the mission would be, it would depend on how fast and skilled you were. It could be a few days or it could be weeks. Great, just great.

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The flight in the Quinjet was rather quiet, you didn't talk much. After about one and a half hours you were on the ground and it is already late evening. You go directly to the motel which Tony organized for you for the stay. It wasn't very luxury, but it was enough, and you didn't want to raise a lot of attention to yourselves.

After picking up the room key at the front desk, you are now standing in front of room 12 and you start turning the key in the keyhole of the door. Upon entering, you both don't quite know how to react, the only thing to be seen is a dresser, an old TV, an uncomfortable armchair and a single bed. What? What was that? Just ONE bed?

"Um, are you sure this is our room?" you asked confused and and with slightly widened eyes.

"Yup.." was the only thing Natasha could say in response.

"Well, uhm you take the bed, I'll take the armchair."

"What, don't be silly y/n, there's room for two in the bed."

"No there’s not. But it's okay, we both need our space and need to rest."

Even though your rejection hurt Natasha a little, she understands and thinks that it will probably be the best.

You both take a shower after each other. The only thing that fills the silence in the room now is the old TV on which a romcom is playing. Natasha is already in her bed and you are still trying to make yourself comfortable on the armchair.

"Sure you want to sleep there...?" is the last thing you hear from Natasha after she turns off the TV so you can finally sleep, after all you have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow.

"Shut up and go to sleep already." you were a bit surprised why you answer her in such a harsh tone while she apparently only worries about you. Worried? Natasha? About you? No, you thought to yourself. You don't need her pity. You just need to finally finish this stupid mission and then you can go back home and it's back to the daily life.

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The next day starts early and to be honest you have a hard time getting out of bed, no wait, out of the chair. The few hours you managed to sleep were no better than the hours you spent awake, because the chair is so incredibly uncomfortable.

A short time later you two head off to the hydra base, which you are only supposed to explore today in order to steal information from the database of a secret program in the next few days.

You were apparently so tired today that you acted rather recklessly, resulting in you being injured when you overlooked a couple of the agents. All the way back to your motel, Natasha was crying your ears off about how stupid and reckless you were. It annoyed you and only gave you more headaches.

"Can you please just shut your damn mouth Romanoff?"

"Now I'm the guilty one or what?!"

"I'm not saying that... but what happened happened and I can't undo it so please be quiet and just let us go back, I'm too tired and literally everything hurts."

Natasha just clenches her jaw and crosses her arms in front of her chest without looking at you.

Back at your motel, you sit down on the edge of the chair and take a breath. As you do, you let Natasha walk past you, and a short time later she comes back your way with a medical kit.

"Undress."

"What?"

"Take your top off so I can tend to your wound y/n.”

“Ahh um, yeah. Turn around then.”

"Don't you have anything on underneath or what?"

"Anyway, turn around Natasha."

Natasha just rolls her eyes and with her hands on her hips she turns around in front of you so that you can only see the back of her head.

You get up from your chair and start to pull down the zipper on your suit. Because of your wound on the ribs and the big bruise on your back, you struggle a bit to take it off. Natasha notices that you are breathing louder and whimpering softly in pain.

"Do you need help?" she asked you in a low tone without turning to you.

"No I don't. And neither does your pity Natasha."

"What do you mean?" now she bends her head back slightly towards you.

"I mean you don't have to pretend to care."

Now Natasha turns completely around to face you and throws her hands in the air, an angry look sitting on her face.

"Oh god y/n just let me help you with this, what's so hard about it!"

"I-"

"No, don't. Put your arms up and let me help you now you idiot."

Even though you hesitate at first, you put your arms up in the air and let her help you. Just because you know you can't get it off on your own and you kind of have to rely on Natasha. After she fully unzips your suit, she takes your arms and brings them back to your body. Now she pulls your suit off both your shoulders and down to your hips. Except for your bra, your upper body is free in front of her.

"Sit down" and with that you plop back down in the chair.

Carefully but neatly, she cleans your wound on your right rib and the scratches above the bruise on your shoulder blade. When you turn back to her, she puts a cloth on your jawline and gently cleans that scratch as well.

You don't quite know where to look until your eyes meet hers. She quickly looks away again and then so do you.

"Now go take a shower and after that I'll bandage your torso and put some patch on it."

"Thanks.." you whisper in her direction, standing up as you do so. After you close the door to the bathroom, Natasha gets up and throws away the towels with which she made your dignities and puts out the bandages.

When you come out of the shower a few minutes later in your sleeping clothes, Natasha is already sitting in her pajamas on the edge of the bed. When she hears the bathroom door open she looks up and stares into your eyes and how beautiful your wet hair hangs down your shoulders. She gestures for you to sit next to her on the bed.

You smile slightly at her and sit down next to her.

"Lift up your shirt so I can see the wound."

When you feel her now cold hands on your skin after your warm shower, you twitch briefly and she looks up at you.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"No it's fine, your hands are cold."

At that she looks back down at your ribs and has to smirk sideways.

"Okay done. Too tight?" asked she as she drops your shirt back down to your hips.

"No it's perfect. Thanks Natasha." you say softly as you play with your hands in your lap without looking at her.

"We better get some sleep now, we, and especially you need to rest."

In response, you nod to her and get up to walk towards the armchair.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to sleep, what else?"

"You're not sleeping in that uncomfortable chair tonight. You're sleeping here in bed, you're hurt y/n."

"It's okay Natasha, really."

"Stop being so stubborn and come to bed now. It'll be big enough for the two of us.”

You scratch the back of your neck and after a moment of hesitation, you slowly walk back in her direction and to the bed. "Okay, if you say so."

As you stand in front of the bed she moves to one side of the bed and lifts the covers on the now free side. Slowly and ahead with your knee, you lean on the bed and climb under the covers next to her. And then Natasha turns off the light on the wall on her side of the bed and the room is dark now, ready for sleep.

The bed is a bit smaller than you expected, and you crawl as close as you can to the edge of your side of the bed to make more room for Natasha. You also lie with your back to her.

"I don't bite you know that right?" At that your eyes widen in surprise.

"Um yeah I know."

"You don't need to slide out that far. Doesn't look very comfortable you know."

And with that you slide back a little more to the middle and your leg touches hers.

"Oh sorry". But Natasha can't keep it together anymore.

"What's with you y/n, why are you like this all of a sudden?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is your weird attitude towards me." and with that you spin around and face her directly. Because of the size of the bed, your bodies are only a few inches apart.

"Me? Seriously Natasha?! You're the one acting weird. From the beginning you turn away from me and I was just trying to be nice and spend time with you! And then you started getting upset about everything and all we could do was argue. And now all of a sudden you care or what?!"

Natasha just looks at you in wonder, not knowing what to say, her brow furrowed.

"Yeah right.. And now you have nothing to sa-"

Without letting you finish you feel Natasha's lips on yours. It takes you a few minutes to realize what's happening but then you bring your hand to her cheek and kiss her back. And you realize that it was never because Natasha didn't like you, but because she did. And today? Today she was afraid for you, that's why she reacted that way.

As you both pull away because of the lack of air you slowly open your eyes and they immediately meet her green ones. A smile sits on your mouths.

"You don't know how long I've actually wanted to do this..."

"Oh shut up and kiss me again already.."

And with that she pulls you back to her by your neck and your lips meet again.

Oh god, she will be the death of you. But you love it.

[jupiterspluto]

You know what we don’t talk about enough in the aromantic community? That moment after you accept yourself as aromantic where you suddenly realize that you have no goals.

Like sure maybe professional goals and stuff, but personal goals? It feels like everyone else has a plan. Like they’re all going to get married by 25 and have kids by 30 etc. and you don’t have any. You’re future is suddenly feeling very empty, because even though you didn’t necessarily want that future, at least it was a plan.

A plan that revolved around having someone who loved you unconditionally and promised never to leave you.

And now that you’ve realized that that promise comes with stuff you might not want, and the whole idea is scrapped, well your future suddenly starts to look very, very lonely.

[jupiterspluto]

The giant lingerie shenigans continues.

Prior post for Reference:

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