#liho makes an entrance

[lesbiandardevil]

warm-up rq: matt murdock with a cat!

i can't draw cats anon but for liho i tried </3

[dawnoftime22]

to feel alive.

| N.R

Warnings: slight ooc!nat in the rain if you squint? other than that, none!

Summary: you invite nat to go in the rain with you for the first time, and it turns out to be a perfect memory.

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff!

A/N: listen to almost (sweet music) by hozier if you want to feel this fic as a whole. it was playing in the background as I wrote it with the rain outside <3

or fearless by taylor swift :]

| Started on 03/04/2023, 4:20 PM |

| Finished on 13/05/2023, 8:16 AM |

Masterlist

“What is better than a small moment of

your time, just to feel alive?”

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"It's raining outside, do you wanna come out with me?" You ask, standing by the bedroom window, turning your head to look at her.

"To do what?" She had her eyebrows furrowed, as if it wasn't already from the work she was doing on the bed, but this time its mixed with confusion.

"Whatever feels right?" You shrug, the sentence having made its way out without you meaning to.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Natasha asked, clueless as to the point of getting wet in the rain and being cold until you get sick.

"I meaaan, I'm just inviting you to come out in the rain with me." You try to convince her, but she held her ground.

"Y/N, I have a mission report to finish, and we'll get soaked." She says, but you didn't care about getting soaked. In fact, it's what makes it so fun.

"So, then we'll just dry ourselves using towels." You give her a reason to push her to the edge of giving in.

"It'll make us look like kids." She countered.

"And who cares about that? We're gonna have a lot of fun, I promise... Please?" When she finally looked up from her mission report and saw that face of yours, she lets out a sigh.

"Only if you tell me why you wanna go out in the pouring rain." She raises her eyebrows, her head tilting in question.

"To just run around and feel alive!" You throw your hands up, before putting them in the pockets of your sweatpants, leaning against the wall near the window. You raised your own eyebrows at her, awaiting her reply.

"I'll give you cuddles when we get back inside?" You offered. Although she was already about to give her answer of acceptance before you added to your sentence, it did make her perk up from her mission report just a little more.

She saw the desperation seeping through your face. The rain started to settle down just a little more, so maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "...Fine," her shoulders dropped a bit, showing that she was giving in.

"Yes!" You cheered, grabbing your jacket so it wouldn't be as cold. Even though you knew there's probably a chance that you'll get sick once you're done either way.

"I really did fall in love with an idiot." Nat mumbled under her breath, but you still heard her.

"But you still love me!" You say, walking out the door while looking at her with a beaming face. Her eyes were fixed on you, and she smiled before shaking her head at your little antics.

You went off out the front door, as she grabbed her own jacket and followed you not long after.

Once you got outside, the cold air hit you, and woke you up from whatever calm state you were in. But it had only made you more excited to spend time in the rain.

You walked to where there isn't a roof over your head. You walked to the empty road.

She smiled endearingly at you as she stared at how you had your arms out, with your head up, and just taking in everything this weather is giving you. It was like watching an angel. And yet, all you did was watch the sky in awe. In fact, you could even be in love with the sky, too. But you looked at her just the same when you changed your direction.

"Come on, get over here!" You shouted over the rain as Natasha stood near the entrance still, where she was protected from the earth showering her. Slowly, she walked closer to you, like a careful cat. Honestly, she's been hanging around Liho too much.

You offered your hand out to her, as if you were to ask her for a dance. She took it, and you pulled her into the rain and she let out a small yelp. You let out a giggle at her reaction, and when she got out of the shock of how the rain hit her, she started to laugh because of it, and because of your giggle.

You start running around, careful enough not to trip. But she would be there to catch you, anyway. The droplets of rain could be felt on every inch of skin that it could reach. You felt alive.

Soft laughter filled the space. Even with the sound of the rain in the background, you could hear it so clearly.

"I love you." She said, suddenly, admiring you in the rain.

"What?" You shouted in an act of confusion.

"I love you!" She shouted over the sound of the rain, and it turned silent for a second. You laughed. You could hear her the first time she said it, you just wanted to hear it again in this precious moment.

"I love you more!!" You say in the middle of laughing.

"You're crazy for this, you know." She shoved her hands in her jackets pockets as the cold rain started to freeze her, and you pull her closer to you by having your hands around her waist. Your warmth radiated off of your body and it made her less cold.

"But its fun." You say almost under your breath, but she caught it. Smiling, you kiss her softly even with the water on your lips.

"It is." She leans her her head against yours when you pulled away, closing her eyes and relishing in this moment that she thought would just get her all cold and it would be for nothing but getting her clothes wet, but it's better than any other memory by far.

The both of you start swaying to a made up rhythm, your head resting on her shoulder, not caring the fact that either of you were covered in raindrops.

. . .

The blonde's soft green eyes scan over the two figures in front of her, trying to figure out what the two of you have been doing. "What happened to you two? Did you go out in the rain or something?"

"Yeah, basically." You shrugged with a smile

"I can't believe you convinced my сестра (sister) to get soaked in the rain with you..."

"My turn now!"

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@notevenanna

[late-to-the-party-81]

The best laid plans...

AN: This silly little fic was written for @buckybarnesbingo Square C5: A picture of Bucky waiting against a wall, holding a gun. I hope you enjoy the sass and crack. Thanks to @drabbles-mc for cheerleading and beta-ing

Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard by me, with robot image by Rafael Amarante 

Master list| BBB Master list

Summary: Bucky and Nat had a date night planned, but you know what’s said about best laid plans?

Relationships: Established Bucky x Nat, Established Sam x Steve, Cap Quartet friendship.

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: Crack, Sass, Snark, Flirting, Innuendo, Swearing, Robots being smashed, a bad-guy getting his come-uppance, Sam and Steve are like a pair of horny teenagers, Bucky is done, Nat is always right.

Bucky came to a halt a few feet from the bunker entrance, his back pressed to the smooth, grey concrete with his assault rifle held in his right hand. Snowflakes swirled around him.  

This was not how he’d intended spending his Friday, but here he was. The bad-guys never had any respect for his plans, the bastards. Or rather his and Nat’s plans. Not that they’d had anything major organised, just a quiet night in, the pair of them, the cat’s, a box set, some wine and some blini’s. Maybe a little ‘something-something’ later on, if he played his cards right.

But, here he was, in the freezing cold - and god-knows he hated the cold for many legitimate reasons - waiting for the signal from Nat, before the pair of them stormed in to save Sam and Steve from whatever-the-fuck mess the pair of them had managed to get themselves in to. If Bucky recalled the briefing notes he’d skimmed over on the way here, it was robots of some sort. Which was better than aliens, and a one hundred percent improvement on wizards. That Strange guy gave him the willies, despite Tony’s assurance that his cough friend was on their side. He still wasn’t sold on Howard’s son’s judgement, despite the years that had passed since the ‘Siberia Incident’.

Robots, though - he could handle those. To steal a line from Bruce, with robots he could “smash”, and not feel bad. Not that he felt bad when he punched aliens. Or wizards. But robots were like Nazi’s. Not sentient in Bucky’s humble opinion.

He did briefly wonder how Steve and Sam had managed to get themselves captured, but that knowledge would wait for later. They’d probably got distracted from the mission because they were making out or something equally as stupid. They could at least keep the PDAs to a minimum in the field, like he and Nat did. Although he did get it - Steve could let himself be seen now, in a way he hadn’t been able to back in the day.  And Bucky wasn’t blind, Sam was an attractive man, even if he did act like a cocky dickhead about it ninety nine percent of the time.

“Stupid Steve and stupid Sam.” He hadn’t even realised he’d muttered under his breath until a slightly tinny voice sounded in his ear.

“Be nice, Yasha. They are our friends after all. Even if they did ruin our date night.”

Bucky’s lips twitched upwards at Nat’s admonishment. “Can you blame me, malyshka? I was looking forward to a night-in with my best girls. All cuddled up together, all cosy. Maybe a bit of kissing, a bit of…”

“Okay, cool it lover-boy. I don’t think Al and Liho would be appreciative of your kisses.”

Bucky’s smile broadened and he let a bit of ‘40’s’ into his voice. “Is that your way of saying that you would be?”

“I plead the fifth.” He could hear the smile in Nat’s voice. “Now, get ready. I’ve almost reached the East Entrance. We need to breach together.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, glad that Nat wouldn’t be able to see.

“Not my first time out, Natalia. Just because Steve likes to go in without a plan and Sam seems to have adopted his technique, doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sense of strategy. I’m ready on your mark. As always.”

“The way it should be. But James, don’t roll your eyes at me. You know how it annoys me when you’re passive aggressive. Now…breach!”

Bucky pushed away from the wall and kicked in the door. He rolled through the opening, coming to a halt on his knees, gun raised. 

There wasn’t anyone or anything there.

“No bogies here, Nat. You?”

“Nothing. It’s suspiciously quiet.”

Bucky rose to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder.

“I’ll work myself toward the centre and meet you there. First to find our disaster gays buys pizza.”

He heard Nat laugh over the comms, clear and unaffected. “You always make it so easy for me, kotenok.”

“Only because you’re easy for me.” Bucky couldn’t help but tease her. He could imagine the faint pink blush dusting her cheekbones about now. She was probably doing that cute nose wrinkle too.

“Bucky!” Nat hissed, but her tone didn’t hold any real censure.

“Okay, okay. I’m all business now. I promise. See you soon.”

Bucky pulled one of his knives from its sheath, gave it a cursory flip to check the balance, and then made his way toward the next door. If there was anything behind it, it would know Bucky was there - he hadn’t exactly been quiet when he’d come through the first door. He placed himself on the hinge side of the door, noting that this one opened towards him, and with a steadying breath, he pulled it open.

Immediately, laser blasts peppered the space Bucky would have been standing in if he’d opened the door like a normal person. He observed the rhythm of the shots for a few seconds, then rounded the door, his knife flying forward from his hand. There was a satisfying thunk, followed by a crash as the robot landed on the floor. Bucky walked towards the pile of metal, taking in its form as he pulled his knife from its ocular sensor. Why mad scientists had to mimic human biology by putting the CPU in the most obvious place constantly baffled him, but at least it made it easy.

He didn’t have long to ponder though. He heard a whirring noise and looked up to see four more robots bearing down on him. Sheathing his knife, Bucky unslung his rifle, holding it in his right hand. With his left he picked up the late robot to use as a shield. He felt the impact of the laser blasts, and peaked around the metal shell to aim his weapon. He squeezed the trigger, letting off three bullets at a time, and kept moving forward. One of the robots wouldn’t go down, so as Bucky approached it, he decided to use the one he was holding as a bludgeon. There was the screech of metal on metal, and the fizzing of wires as they broke, still sparking, then there was a pile of twisted steel on the floor. He opened his comms.

“Everything okay, sweetheart? I’ve had a few tin cans to deal with over here.”

“Doing fine, baby. Hang on…” Nat went silent for a moment, but Bucky knew it was just because she was concentrating. He heard the high-pitch whine of her Widow’s Bite deploying, followed by a hollow clang sound and then she was back. “How many have you taken out?”

Bucky looked around him.

“Five.”

“Ha! Six. I’m winning.”

“Malyshka, our competition isn’t about numbers, remember?” Bucky drawled, letting a small amount of condescension into his voice.

“Yours might not be, but mine is.” God, he loved this woman. She challenged him everyday and he couldn’t get enough.

“Always gotta be the winner, huh?”

“No ‘gotta’ about it. Just ‘am’, kitten.” He could see her smirk in his head. She was probably coyly twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she spoke as well. “Now, I gotta get into that next room.”

The comm line went quiet again and Bucky smiled to himself as he thought about all the ways he was gonna worship her when they got home. After he’d torn a strip off Steve and Sam for being idiots. However, he had to find them first.

He wasn’t surprised to discover more robots as he entered the next area of the bunker. They weren’t too difficult to deal with, especially considering how frustrated Bucky was feeling. A couple of laser shots grazed his jacket, the burning leather smell filling his nose unpleasantly. A replacement jacket was definitely coming out of Steve’s pocket.

Six more robots lay in a sparking, dented mess on the floor, but he just walked around them, moving forward. It was only a minute until he came upon a bulkhead door, the mechanism for opening it on his side. Bucky could also see that the door was dented, hit from the inside in what he assumed was an attempt to open it from the other side by someone exceedingly strong. It would take a lot to deform it like that.

“If you’re not behind this door, Steve”, Bucky muttered under his breath, “I’m gonna kill you.” He reshouldered his rifle and grabbed hold of the bulkhead wheel. It was tightly closed and the metal groaned under Bucky’s hands as he turned it. “Fuck Sam and fuck Steve, idiotic, stupid idiots.” He didn't know exactly what he was going to find when he got in there, but he wasn’t too worried. They might have some scrapes and bruises, at the worst be unconscious, but they were tough and no two-bit robot maker was going to get the best of them. Not for long anyway. 

The catch on the door fully opened and Bucky pulled it ajar. He slipped through but came to a dead halt at what he saw. This was definitely not what he expected to find. In fact, he was so taken aback that he didn’t notice the door swinging shut behind him, until he heard the clunk.

Sam and Steve leapt apart. Steve’s short blond hair was sticking up all over the place, evidence of Sam’s fingers having been threaded through it. Both their lips were kiss swollen, and their chests were heaving. Steve pulled the shield across his lap. Sam just used his hands to cover his crotch.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut. “Really, guys? You get stuck in the lair of a mad robot inventor, so you just end up making out like teenagers?” Steve flushed, his ears going bright pink, but Sam just gave Bucky a grin.

“What can I say, man. Stevie boy can’t keep his hands off me, even when we’re in mortal danger.”

Steve shot Sam a glare. “It wasn’t like that. We tried to get out, but the doors were too thick, and glass didn’t want to break either.” Steve waved over to the far wall, which was half glass, and appeared to have some kind of observation room on the other side. There was a door in that wall too, as equally as dented as the one Bucky had come through, giving credence to Steve’s story that they’d at least attempted to get out before getting bored and starting to get handsy with each other. “We knew you’d come when we didn’t check in, so we were just waiting. But you’re here now.”

“Unfortunately, though,” Sam drawled, “Because you let that door shut behind you, we’re now all stuck.”

“As long as you two don’t start sucking face again.” Bucky made a gagging noise.

“No chance of that, Bucko. Don’t you know that cyborgs kill the mood,” Sam fired back.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and cocked his hip. “Nat doesn’t seem to think so.” He held up his left hand and wiggled his fingers, the vibranium plates clinking and servos whirring. “In fact she…”

“...Would most likely kill you for having this conversation.” Steve cut him off. “And speaking of Nat…”

Steve pointed into the observation room, where the door into it had burst open and a man in a white lab coat and goggles was staggering through it, a very angry Russian redhead sat atop his shoulders. Nat rained blows down onto the man's face before doing her patented twisty thing where she spun herself down and hurled the guy across the room by his neck. He crashed into a table which had various electronics and tools across it, and didn’t get up. Nat, of course, landed on her feet and tossed her hair back. At that moment, Bucky didn’t think he could love her more.

Nat walked over to the control panel, a swagger in her steps. She peered down at it for a few moments and then pressed a button. The door to the side of the glass opened with a creak and Nat sauntered over and pushed it further open.

“I win, kotenok.” 

Bucky reached in a few long strides and, in an uncharacteristic display of public affection, wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close.

“How do you figure that, sweetheart? I was obviously here first, and we haven’t done the final count of robots dispatched.” He smiled down at her and brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face.

“But I took out him,” she jerked her head in the direction of the felled robot creator, “and you got yourself trapped in with Dumb and Dumber over there. I think that means I can rightly claim the win.”

Somewhere behind them, Sam shouted out “Hey!” but both Bucky and Nat ignored him.

“You think, do you? I’m not sure I agree.” Bucky’s lips twisted up into an amused smile and Nat reached up and bopped her finger against the tip of his nose.

“Of course you don’t agree. You’re always wrong, Yasha. Now, let’s get home and you and I can try and salvage the rest of date night. You owe me a pizza.” She slipped effortlessly from his hold and spun away. Bucky looked over his shoulder at Steve and Sam and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say ‘what are you gonna do?’ and followed in her wake, picking up their unconscious captive and throwing him over his shoulder on the way.

They got outside and as they neared the two jets Bucky looked over at Nat, silent communication passing between them. She jogged towards the jet they’d arrived in for their rescue mission and Bucky peeled off toward the one that Sam and Steve had used. He jogged up the ramp ahead of his friends, and as he reached the top he pressed the ramp close button and dumped the robot maker on the floor.

“Um, Buck… What are you doing?” Steve called out to him through the narrowing gap. Bucky grinned back. “It’s only a two hour flight back to the compound. Surely you can wrap your legs around your boyfriend for that long.” He shot a wink at their outraged faces as the ramp closed and then whistled to himself as he made his way to the cockpit. 

Childish? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.

Bucky sat down in the pilot’s seat, put the headphones on and switched to his and Nat’s private comms channel as he started the jet up.

“So, malyshka, what do you want on your pizza?”

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[natandwandaseries]

Happy Valentine’s Day, I hope you enjoy this mini-fic!

Natasha wakes up to the smell of bacon wafting through the apartment. Liho is curled up tight at the end of the bed, and sunlight pale morning sunlight is just threatening to breakthrough the cracks between the panels of blackout curtains.

She rises from the bed, stretching at the same time as her feline companion. It does nothing but aid the numerous comparisons she gets to the animal. Nat listens for the sound of Wanda in the kitchen cooking, but then realizes it is far too early for her daughter to be awake.

She grabs the nearest gun and heads out down the hall. Instead of an intruder using the stove, it is Steve.

“Morning,” she rasps, startling the super soldier. He spins around, revealing an apron that reads Kiss the Cap.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He gestures to the spread on the island. French toast, fresh berries, cinnamon apples, and a pot of coffee. The bacon is just about ready to join.

“Happy Valentine’s,”

“I have a whole plan for today,”

“You do,” she muses.

“Yes, but none of it until after breakfast.”

“You know, I don’t recall giving you a key. And Friday did not alert me of your arrival.”

“Fri and I are friends, we had an understanding. It also helps to be Captain America, at least with Albert.”

Natasha begins to make herself a plate and heads into the dining room. Three bouquets of flowers are on the table. The center is magnificent, and a name card addresses it to her. Two smaller bouquets for Yelena and Wanda.

“That is incredibly sweet, thank you,” she places a kiss on his cheek as she passes by.

They are finishing breakfast, feet intertwined under the table when footsteps come from down the hall, Wanda waking up. A few minutes later, likely encouraged by the promise of food from Wanda, the door to the apartment opens, Yelena bustling in.

The lengthens breakfast by nearly an hour, as Yelena explains her mistake of hooking up with someone two days ago, and the assumption’s accompanied.

“Come on, we’ve got plans.” Steve takes Nat’s hand, and the pair bid Yelena and Wanda adieu.

“And what are these plans?”

“We go for a run in Central Park, then coffee. Maybe visit the ‘Super Soldier Playground’?”

Natasha laughs.

“That was ten years ago,”

“Feels like a blink of an eye with you.”

The day winds down and they end up back at the apartment, Wanda and Yelena no longer around, though the sound from the floor below gives away their location.

“What should I wear?”

“Whatever you feel comfortable in,”

“Rogers, that isn’t very helpful,”

“But it is true; whatever you want.”

Natasha closes the door to her bedroom, hesitating and she combs through the closet. The day was active, but the dinner could be formal. But whatever she is comfortable in. She spies the item, carefully folded.

After a shower and some light makeup, she steps out of the suite, fully dressed. Their shared sweater it half tucked into her jeans, the sleeves pushed up.

“You look beautiful,” Steve kisses her, his lips soft and forceful, and then pulls away. “Now we are going to be late for our reservation,”

“Reservation?” Nat lions down at their outfits, both dressed casually.

“Don’t worry, what you’re wearing is perfect.” He assures her.

They walk hand in hand through the city, and Natasha reluctantly lets him lead. They reach the steps of the New York Public Library, and she stares up at the building, the lions guarding the entrance.

Inside, an employee in a tux takes their coats, and they stroll into the main reading room.

An eight piece orchestra sits on one side, and in the middle of the room is a table set for two.

“Steve,”

As dinner comes to a close, their song starts to play. This time, Natasha leads, guiding her boyfriend to the an open space to dance. Her head rests on his chest as the sway to the music.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Natasha,”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

[natsbaby]

The Biker and The Cat

Pairing: Biker and Mechanic!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: when you first met Nat, you saw her as this hot and badass biker-mechanic who fixed your car and stole your heart. now as you started dating, maybe she’s a bit dorkier than you expected

Warning: none! just unedited but oh wellz ☠️

A/N: 🐈‍⬛ anon was on to something so i just had to try and make something with it 😩 the outfit nat’s wearing is the same as this gif, i think i didn’t get to describe it properly HAHAHAHA

“Y/N! You’re here early” Bucky greets you as he watches you enter through the employees only entrance at the back of the store. You smile as you wave back and holding up a basket of sandwiches for the guys.

“Wanted to drop this off before seeing Nat, is she free?” You ask as you put the basket down allowing the boys to start grabbing and eating the sandwich.

“She’s probably in the office” Tony says as he gets out from under one of the cars he’s fixing up, grabbing a clean rag to wipe his hands off. “We can take it from here, go see your girl alright”

“Thanks Tony, and enjoy the sandwiches boys!” You say with a grin as you wave the boys goodbye before heading to Nat’s office which is further in the workshop.

You’ve been dating Nat for some time now and have been giving some snacks for the people who works for her as a thank you for that one time. You met her when you needed help with your car and a friend recommended this shop to you. You really thought your car wouldn’t be fixed at how wrecked and old it was, but Nat handled it personally and you were deeply grateful for her, even more so when she asked you out.

You finally reach her office, gently but firmly knocking on the door before hearing a “come in” from the other side. You turn the knob and enter to be greeted by Liho who’s bed is by the top of the cabinet that’s right besides the door. “Oh hey Liho, you’re here today”

Liho meows in response as you softly pet the top of his head while Nat looks up from her desk to see you and smiles while getting up.

“Y/N babe, what are you doing here?” She comes up to you, placing her hand on your waist as she presses a quick peck on your lips. You smile at her gesture as you place your hand at the back of her neck to pull her back in to a properly kiss her.

She chuckles slightly into the kiss as she kisses you back, pulling back after a few seconds with a love-struck grin. “Hey”

“Hey Natty” you chuckle at her adorable look as you remove your hand from the back of her neck. “Wanted to drop by and give some snacks for the boys working today, hope you don’t mind”

“Aww thank you sweetheart, I’m sure the boys are absolutely smitten for the boss’ girl” she teases causing you to laugh as she grins at your cute laugh. “I’m about to finish up here actually, there’s something I want to show you”

You nod as she goes to remove her work jacket to her leather jacket, allowing you to drool appreciate your hot girlfriend. She smirks at your dazed look as she notices your staring at her chest area since her top was zipped low enough that her cleavage is showing tasetfully. She zips up the tight top she was wearing under her work overalls and jacket, and slips on the leather jacket she keeps in her office in case it gets cold.

She walks up to you, taking your chin between her fingers as she tilts your head up so you’re looking into her eyes as she looks at you with a smug smirk. “Eyes up baby”

You blink as you snap out of it, and blush furiously from getting caught by your hot girlfriend. “S-sorry”

“Don’t be” she says as she leans in, her lips brushing against yours as she smirks at your small whimper. “It’s cute that you still find me as attractive as when we first met”

You grumble as she pulls back without giving you a kiss, crossing your arms as you pout. “Mean”

She laughs as she gently pats your head. “Come on sweetheart, you’ll like the thing I’ll show you”

You sigh dramatically as she holds your hand, intertwining your fingers together as she leads you to her bike with Liho following the both of you. Nat loves bringing Liho ever since she got him as a kitten so Liho’s used to being around cars and motorbikes, and actually enjoys riding with Nat on the motorbike she customized on her own. She finally gets to the bike as Liho jumps up to the seat and stretches, the both of you chuckling at how routine this is for Liho.

“Okay so what will you show me?” You ask as Nat digs around the storage box she has at the back of her bike. After a few more moments of her digging around, she finally takes out 2 helmets where one is significantly smaller than the other.

“Look!” She says with a grin while holding up the two helmets. It’s obviously helmets for you and Liho, it’s the kind of thing Nat unapologetically loves doing, but what catches your attention are the cat ears that comes with the helmets.

“Babe..” you trail off as you watch Nat put the helmet on Liho. “…are those..?”

“Cat ear helmets!!” Nat grins widely as she puts hers on so you could see the matching helmets side by side. “I saw it on Amazon and I just had to! Even Liho likes it!”

The mentioned cat just stares at Nat with a really? Look causing you to burst out laughing as Nat glares back at the cat. “Oh don’t give me that look, you liked it when I first showed it to you and now you’re pretending to be a big cat and say its dorky. It’s just Y/N/N”

Liho meows back, effectively causing an “argument” between the redhead and the black cat, which also made you laugh harder at the dorkiness of the situation. Nat looks back at you, a smile forming on her lips at how carefree you look as she wraps her arms around your waist after finally calming down. “Enjoyed the entertainment?”

You nod as a few more giggles comes out as you reach up to remove the helmet and resting your arms around your girlfriends neck. “You both look adorable, I can’t wait to see you both driving around with your matching helmets”

“We can go for a drive now?” She offers as she pulls back for a moment to grab a third helmet that matches as well. You gasp in awe as you take the helmet, the only difference is the color where Nat and Liho’s helmets are black while yours is yellow. “You like it, don’t you?”

“This is the dorkiest thing you’ve done so far Natty” you tease your girlfriend as you put it on, allowing Nat to buckle the helmet on for you as she raises the visor so she could see your twinkling eyes, obviously enjoying every single moment of wearing the cat-eared helmet.

“Oh yea, now come on let’s go and try out these new helmets”

[spiderling-space]

Hi, Liho-san! I actually got this idea while watching twst MMD featuring Pomefiore 🤣- can I please ask for some fluffy headcanons for Vil, Rook, Silver, and Cater being entranced by a fem! ballerina s/o please? Thanks!! ~🌷tulip anon

I mentioned it before. I have a soft spot for ballerinas after becoming Black Widow fan.

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Cater Diamond

Cater loves cute things, the trends and the things that would get him many likes on Magicam. He finds his girlfriend adorable already. On top of that, the way (Y/N)’s looks and her outfit are just too damn cute and her skills as a ballerina would get much attention. He is going to post snippets of (Y/N)’s dance on his Magicam and he takes selfies with her. #CutestGirlfriend #PrivateBallet #PowerCouple

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Vil Schönheit

Being a ballerina is hard work. One cannot skip training and needs to take care of their body carefully just like (Y/N) does. Vil appreciates the efforts she puts on to have perfect results. He doesn’t shy away from complimenting her though he makes suggestions on how she can improve even though she doesn’t ask.

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Rook Hunt

Rook appreciated beauty in everything and cannot resist any form of art. He tells (Y/N) that she is beautiful every day. Her wearing tutu doesn’t increase or diminish her beauty. It is just another way of beauty. When (Y/N) gives a private performance to him, he yells “Beauté! 100!” and claps. He gets inspired by her passionate dance that he writes poems for her after every ballet practice.

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Silver

Silver watches the way (Y/N) dances. She can stand on her toes while he who has been training his entire life, cannot keep his balance like her nor he could pull off her dance moves. He is simply impressed. Her dancing is so serene and relaxing that his eyes close unintentionally and he falls asleep.

[westannatasharomanoff]

THG AU Chapter 13

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3     Chapter 4    Chapter 5    Chapter 6  Chapter 7   Chapter 8   Chapter 9  Chapter 10   Chapter 11 Chapter 12

* 6 months after winning the games, Natasha was dreading her victory tour. She finally knew what Bruce meant when he said it was terrible to be revered for being the only survivor of a glorified massacre of children. If Yelena were here, she’d be Natasha’s best source of moral support, but she had been dead for two and a half years at this point. Still, she had Clint. He was basically her brother. The only good thing about this whole tour thing was going to be seeing Bruce again. She managed to convince her escort, Loki, to let her stay in 3 a bit longer to “ Get to know the locals.” Natasha stood up off of her hill and walked down to her house (where she lived alone with Liho) to hone her chosen skill. The hobby she chose was ballet, and she was really enjoying it. *

Natasha: Well, Liho, I should probably start packing for my victory tour. The train comes at 8 AM tomorrow and I don’t want to be late.

* Natasha got on the train and saw a lot of familiar faces. Her mentor, Nick Fury; her escort, Loki Odinson; her stylist, Gamora Zen-Titan; and her prep team, (Drax, Peter, and Mantis.)*

Natasha: (To her stylist and prep team) What are you guys doing here?

Gamora: My father forced me to be here because I was your stylist for the games and now I’m basically your personal fashion designer.

Mantis: We’re here to make sure you look good no matter where we are!

Drax: You’ll have a different outfit for each district based on the weather. 

Peter: I hope you’re ready to blow everyone away!

Loki: You do have all of your speeches finished, right? 

Natasha: *holds up notebook* Yeah. I have them right here.

Loki: Also, why did you want an extra half hour in three but no extra time anywhere else?

Natasha: I made friends with one of the victors. I just want to talk to him a bit to see how he’s doing.

Fury: So the talking to him on the phone every single day isn’t enough for you? 

Natasha: It’s just not the same. Nothing compares to seeing a friend in person.

Fury: Right... a friend.

*Nick Fury knew what was going on. They were together. And they probably had been for a lot longer than they even claimed to know each other. Still, Nick decided to keep quiet as it was probably a matter of safety. * 

*Natasha arrived in District 3 right on schedule. Natasha’s stylist and prep team got her ready to do her speech.*

Loki: Okay, is everybody ready? Good. Now remember, these people probably remember you because you saved that kid. What was his name? Sammy? So they’ll probably want to talk to you. If you feel bombarded at any point in time, you can go to a less crowded area as long as you are back on the train within an hour. Understood?

Natasha: Yes.

*Natasha gave her speech and talked to a few people while she tried to find Bruce. She found him and they ran behind a building where nobody could see them. *

Bruce: *hugging her* How are you? I feel like it’s been forever. Is your tour going well?

Natasha: The tour is bringing back terrible memories, but at least nobody can tell.

Bruce: Well, you gave an amazing speech.

Natasha: I’m so glad we got time to talk. It was nearly impossible to convince Loki to give me an extra half hour here.

Bruce: I’m glad you did.

*They sat down on a bench and continued talking and holding hands until she had to leave. They kissed each other goodbye and she ran back to the train.*

Loki: Natasha! You are a minute late! I said be back here within an hour! What if we’re late to District 2 now?

Natasha: We’re expected to arrive in District 2 six hours early.

Loki: Still, I expect punctuality from all of you.

Natasha: Sorry. It won’t happen again.

Loki: It better not.

Natasha: I’ll see you guys at dinner.

*Natasha went to her personal sleeping car ( It was basically a bedroom on wheels.) and sat on her bed. She couldn’t believe she had to wait another six months to see Bruce again. She sat there playing with Liho for about two hours until she heard a knock at her door.*

Fury: Romanoff! What the hell were you thinking?!

Natasha: What was I thinking when?

Fury: Come in here and look at the news.

Natasha: Okay... *She walks into the “living room” car and sees a picture of her kissing Bruce on the screen.* What?! How did they get that picture?!

Lady on the screen: All rumors of a romance between Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton were put to rest today when footage revealing who our newest victor has actually fallen for was released to the public by The Capitol. The pair met six months ago following her victory in The Hunger Games.

Natasha: Oh no. This is bad. This is really really bad.  The Capitol doesn’t like people from different districts getting together! What if they already had him killed?

Gamora: The Capitol had to approve this and air it, remember?

*Natasha breathes a sigh of relief.* 

Fury: Still, you should have been more careful. You’re going to be even more in the public eye than before. If you thought you needed to watch your step before, you haven’t seen anything yet. 

Lady on the screen: I’m sure you’re all just as eager as I am to see more of Panem’s newest perfect pair. 

* Bruce heard a knock at his door two hours after the story about him and Natasha aired. He opened the door to see a tall purple man standing outside of his house.*

Thanos: I am Thanos, the closest advisor to President Snow and I am here with a message from the president himself. You are allowed to be with Natasha, but on our terms. 

Bruce: What are your terms? 

Thanos:  You do as we say, not one step out of line. Remember, everyone is always watching, so whenever you two are together, you need to be the perfect couple. Holding hands, hugging, sitting close, and anything else you can do to make sure the public thinks you are madly in love. 

Bruce: We are madly in love.

Thanos: So this should be easy for you. If you go against us in any way, well... let’s just say that Natasha won’t be the first former victor to be lost in a tragic accident. Oh, and one more thing. This conversation never happened, unless you want both Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark dead. 

Bruce: I understand. Will that be all? 

Thanos: No. You’re coming back to The Capitol with me. President Snow wants you at the party we are having in Natasha’s honor at the end of her victory tour. The people want to see more of you two, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint them. Pack your things, you’ll be home in four days. 

*The next two days of the victory tour go pretty well. Before they knew it, they were in The Capitol.* 

Loki: I hope you are ready for the biggest party you’ve ever attended!

Gamora: She just needs to get dressed and have her hair, nails, and makeup done. 

* Natasha went into the bathroom of her hotel room in The Capitol to see how she looked. Her dress was red with a white cardigan, white tights, and shiny black heels. Her hair was loosely curled and pulled into a low ponytail with a black satin bow. Her nails were red. She had a smokey eye with wing liner and blood red lipstick. *

Natasha: I’m ready! 

Loki: Excellent. Let’s get into position for your big entrance.

*At the party*

Loki: Now please make way for our guest of honor, Natasha Romanoff!  

*Natasha enters the party with Loki and Nick Fury. Everyone is dancing and there is so many different kinds of food. The decorations are show stopping. *

Natasha: This is the biggest party I have ever seen.

Loki: And it’s all for you!

Natasha: What should I do first?

Fury: In my experience, you grab a pate of food and mingle with the other guests. Whatever you do, don’t take the drinks they hand out on the square platters. They make you sick so you can keep eating. I mistakenly drank one in front of everyone at my party, and I’m hoping to spare you the embarrassment. 

Natasha: They make themselves sick? That is disgusting and vile in more ways than one. 

Fury: You’re right, but don’t dwell on it. Go, enjoy your party.

*Natasha took Nick’s advice and mingled with the guests. She decided to try a red drink from a round platter. As she was enjoying her drink, she felt a hand on her shoulder.* Bruce: Excuse me, Miss. Romanoff? Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor?

Natasha: *turns around* Bruce! 

Bruce: In the flesh. 

Natasha: *hugging him* What are you doing here?

Bruce: President Snow helped arrange this so I could surprise you! 

Natasha: Snow arranged this? Why?

Bruce: Never mind that, just dance with me! We’re together, does it really matter why? 

Natasha: I guess not. 

*They danced together, much to the excitement of the party guests. After that, they decided to sit on the edge of a fountain and share a plate of snacks. *

Bruce: So, has anything changed in the past three days?

Natasha: Yeah, the entire country knows about our relationship. 

Bruce: *grabbing her hand* You scared? 

Natasha: A little, but I know I’ll be fine as long as I have you. 

Bruce: Well then you’re in luck because you’ll always have me. 

Natasha: Do you promise? 

Bruce: I promise. *kisses her forehead* Now, let’s enjoy the rest of your party.

*They spend the rest of the party right next to each other, holding hands. Bruce followed Natasha as she answered questions and met Capitol citizens. That night, they realized their rooms were right next to each other. *

Natasha: Well, goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow morning before I go back to 12. 

Bruce: Yeah, goodnight. *he kisses her* I love you.

Natasha: I love you too. Now get some sleep. 

*Natasha knew Bruce was acting weird. She just didn’t know why. That night, she had another nightmare. She’d been having them practically every night since the games, but she still wasn’t used to them. She petted Liho for comfort and decided that she’d probably sleep better if she wasn’t alone.*

Natasha: Should I? No. No, I should let him sleep. He already had to deal with me for a whole week right after the games. *she hears a knock at her door* Who could that be? *she opens the door*

Bruce: Hey Nat. Can I come in?

Natasha: Of course. Honestly, I was just going to see you. I had a nightmare. 

Bruce: So did I. 

*They fell asleep together. The next morning, they both went home. Natasha gave her speech in 12, officially ending her victory tour. *

If you want me to continue this, please let me know. Feel free to send any requests for other things you want to see. I have a prompts list and an AU list linked in my pinned post. I will write anything marvel that isn’t incest or pedophilia.

[the-blackest-spider]

Random Asks | Always Accepting

@sentineloftheunderworld​ left a message:  -shows up at her door step 37 minutes later and sends a text instead of knocking.- [[Text to: Natasha]] I am here and your neighbor is staring at me...

The message on her screen makes her snort and she considers letting him flounder out there for another minute or two, its very tempting and would add to things she was certain. Instead, she takes her time getting to the door, not in any hurry unlocking it and pulling it open all after of course making sure it was him by giving a glance through the peephole.

“Food good?” She inquired, making normal conversation while stepping back to allow him entrance.

It hasn’t changed, her apartment. There were times when even she felt off when looking out the windows now to find ruins rather than city. It sort of existed within its own realm of time, or so it seemed anyways.

Liho watched on from his spot on the floor, his tail idly swishing back and forth and his yellow-green gaze moving from his mistress to the familiar dark haired man and back again. Was he here to cause more of a ruckus? Or was his owner going to get even as she had seemed intent on? It remained to be seen.

“Ana means well, she’s worried I have too many menfolk over, doesn’t want me to get a bad reputation,” Natasha gave a small snort.

[starwitch3000]

What’s Your Story - 3

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Summary: the reader stumbles upon Peter in a different setting.

Warning: Language also a shorter chapter very sorry

masterlist - ff.net

chapter two

It was sunny outside, a little on the cold side but still sunny. You found yourself in a coffee shop that you frequented often mostly because it had free wifi and was close to your apartment so you didn’t have to take a cab. Today you just needed to get out because your apartment just didn’t feel much like home after your breakup. There was just too much in there that reminded you of your ex. Instead of doing something about it you decided to leave for the day and get some writing done. It seems like the bad vibes you’ve gotten from your apartment has inspired a writing streak and who were you to waste it.

Your phone vibrated on the table next to you. It was a text from Natasha asking where you were.

You texted her back and promptly set back down your phone to look over some notes from your notebook.

“(Y/N)?” you looked up at the sound of your name and much to your surprise you saw Peter standing before you cup of coffee in hand.

It was shocking to see him in such a different setting. It was almost like meeting him for the first time. You saw clearly in broad daylight just how attractive this man was, his facial hair was scruffier than ever and he donned a well fitted dark red leather jacket.

“Peter,” you said finally acknowledging him instead of just staring at him.

“I see you’re out here cheating on the Milano. She’s gonna be real crush by this,” He said.

“Peter it’s just past noon.”

“And?”

Rolling your eyes you decided to return the teasing, “I didn’t realize you ever left from behind the bar. Thought you were trapped there forever.”

“Alright that’s rude,” He joked then slid onto the stool next to yours his arm brushing against yours, “Whatcha working on there?”

“My book.”

“Oh really?” His eyebrow cocks up and he leans in to take a peek at your notebook that you quickly close in a slight panic, “What? Don’t I get a sneak peak?”

“What makes you so special?” you scoff.

“Am I not the person to give you the inspiration to throw caution to the wind and follow your dreams? I feel like I deserve some credit to whatever story you’ve got cooking up here,” He teases and you look up at him only to notice you’re both entire too close. His face is just inches from yours.

Your eyes for a moment drift towards his lips it would be all too easy to just lean in and kiss him. Before your mind wanders to all the thing you would like to do to the man sitting before you, you quickly snap yourself out of your thoughts. Clearing your throat you sit up and promptly a little away from Peter hoping he can’t notice just how read your face is right now, “uh, yeah, I guess you’re right about that. Sorry sharing my writing has always been a little difficult for me.”

“Well you’re gonna have to rip that bandaid off eventually. You see there’s this rumor that when you publish a book there is a small chance that people will actually read it,” he kindly informs you. You roll your eyes trying not to read too much into the red tint on his face as well.

“No shit, I always figure once it’s out of my hands and into a publishers I won’t have to worry about it,” you explain but return to your notebook anyways flipping it open slowly to the beginning of your outlines, “Fine you can take a peak but good luck reading that my handwriting it’s atrocious.”

Like a giddy school child he grabs the notebook stopping instantly when he looks at the first page you had it turned to, “you write like this? That can’t be true. This looks like a blind doctor threw their pen at this notebook and then threw it down some stairs.”

“Hey, don’t read it if you’re going to me mean.” He had a vague point, your handwriting was terrible but there was no need to be so dramatic about it.

“Sorry. Sorry.”

You rolled your eyes but he continued on reading anyways, or trying to. Nervously you bit your lip watching him read the summary of your outline.

“How on earth am I supposed to read if you’re watching me?” his eyes don’t even leave your notebook but he can sense your stares.

“How am I supposed to tell if you like it or not?” you teased back.

“Close your eyes I’ll tell you when I’m done.”

Snorting loudly you couldn’t help but commenting, “that’s what every girl wants to hear.”

“Keep it up and I’m going to write mean comments about you on the internet when you publish it,” He said trying to sound mad but failing. You pointedly looked away from him to let him decipher your notes in peace. When he finished he threw down your notebook, “I like it. At least the stuff I could piece together.”

“Yeah I get a little chaotic writing my thoughts down on paper. It makes sense to me most of the time,” You shrug closing your notebook once again, “Thank god for technology I guess. Otherwise I’d be screwed.”

“Yeah thank god for that,” he joked and leaned onto the table nursing his coffee, “what are you doing writing here anyways? Just leaning into the coffee shop writer trope?”

“There’s just a bunch of shit I need to clean out back at my place and I didn’t feel like cleaning today so I just left for a bit,” you explain.

“Ah, procrastinator, I get it,” He nods.

“Sort of,” you sigh, “It’s just a bunch of my ex’s stuff. Like I’m over it and he’s completely dead to me, except I’m not because I see all of his stuff and it’s like my heart just breaks all over again. I just want this part to be over with you know.”

Peter nods fiddling with his to-go cup, “I definitely get that.”

You give Peter a small sad smile remembering that you’re both hurting in similar ways.

“How are you doing?” you carefully ask.

He frowns and his eyebrows furrow and he thinks over your question. Slowly he answers, “I’m alright. I don’t always feel like myself but I really should have seen this coming. Guess that kind of just pisses me off sometimes.”

“Sometimes things are out of our control. There’s no use beating ourselves up about it, but we’ll probably do it anyways.”

“Enough pity party,” Peter declares waving his hand, “How does one go about publishing a book?”

“Well there’s this rumor you see that you have to actually write one. That’s like the first step,” You explain. Shocked Peter gasps nods along, “Then I don’t know.”

Peter laughed.

“Well that’s not entirely true. I reached out to an old college friend who got into publishing and he said he might be able to help me out.”

“And just like that you’re one more step closer to quitting that shitty job,” Peter grins genuinely happy for you.

“Yeah well, I don’t think I’m going to be a full time writer so I sent out some resumes to find a job. Maybe a new editing job. You know so I can eat and junk.”

Looking up from your conversation you spotted Natasha as soon as she made her entrance. From the corner of your eye you see Peter follow your gaze. She smiles once she sees you and her smile widens when she sees who your currently with.

“Isn’t that your friend?” Peter asks.

You nod, “Forgot she texted me.”

"Well isn't this a surprise," she says approaching your table, "you didn't tell me you were hanging out with someone."

She was terrible at being subtle when she wanted to, mostly when it was at your expense. You glare at her.

"You didn't ask and we just ran into each other," you explain of course she would act like this. Natasha gets the most joy when she’s embarrassing the shit out of you.

She keeps a shit eating grin plastered on her face, "oh well isn't that nice. If you guys are busy though I can be on my way."

Awkwardly Peter speaks up, bless his soul the poor guy, "I actually have to make it back to the bar soon. I'm hoping my delivery guy is actually on time today."

"That's a shame," still as cheerful as she's been this entire time she sits down across from you.

You rolled your eyes at Natasha and decided you should properly introduce them. Well in whatever way this situation could be deemed proper, “Well to properly introduce the two of you Natasha this is Peter and Peter this is Natasha. Yes she is always an asshole.”

“Alright that’s a little mean.”

“It’s nice to meet you properly,” Peter said politely with a hint of mischief, “How’s the cat?”

Natasha’s smile dropped instantly and she glared at Peter, “I will murder you.”

The cat, in fact, was going well and much to Natasha despair she and the cat bonded and were practically inseparable. She named her Liho and that cat loved the shit out of Natasha. 

Laughing Peter said, “I gotta run. See y'all soon.”

And with a cheeky wink he got up and left the coffee shop. You watched as he left before turning to your best friend who was giving you a knowing smirk.

“What?”

“What? I said nothing,” Natasha says innocently.

You rolled your eyes, “Just spit it out already.”

“You guys are just so into each other why aren’t you doing something about this?” she says and before you can reply she continues, “and I know, I know, you said you’re not ready for dating or whatever but you guys are just so obvious it hurts.”

You sat waiting patiently for her to finish and when she did you asked, “you done?”

She nods with a childish pout on her face.

“Look I’m not ready for dating right now. You know how badly that asshole hurt me and if there is any potential with Peter I don’t want to ruin it by jumping in too quickly,” you explain.

“I know I’m just impatient,” she whined, “I’m sorry I’ll keep my lips shut about this from now on, promise.”

Rolling your eyes smiling, “I’m sure you will…”

chapter four

[oncerussian]

reverse [Shower] // For Richard because I’m a trashcan

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 . || accepting!!

   — this mission had been a rather…tough one. at least, in natasha romanoff’s standards. she’d promised herself to start clearing the red from her ledger, but truth be told, she felt that the ‘eye for an eye’ mentality wasn’t cutting it. the ‘black widow’ was simply the name of the assassin who’d left a trail of bodies behind, regardless of affiliation. it wasn’t a good night. but, she at least had some sort of…odd comfort, coming home to her apartment complex. she’d known he was there as soon as she noticed his shoes beside the entrance, making her quirk an eyebrow. how…polite. locking the door behind her, she placed her belongings down on the couch beside a sleeping liho, giving the feline a few pets before she headed down the hallway. the shower was on, and she almost chuckled to herself. she was amused at how…easily comfortable he’d found himself inside of her home, but she also wasn’t completely against it. especially since, if she’d needed to be honest, richard was always keeping company in the evenings. and she definitely appreciated it, even if she wouldn’t say it out loud. natasha has the advantage in this situation — she’s deftly quiet. she knows her way around her apartment, and by now, she’s decided she may as well join him. she’d definitely catch him off guard, but she didn’t necessarily mind that. with ease, she words to peel her bodysuit off, leaving it outside of the bathroom before swift hands open the door before her, emerald gaze falling towards the steamy door of the shower. exhaling softly, she silently makes her way over and opens the door, moving herself inside before he has a chance to even react. ❝ you can look. but if you touch, i may kill you. ❞