#nat thoughts 🦊

[mosraev]

Lyrics through the decade 9/11

I've decided to collect all the songs I've made through the last decade and share my favourite snippets with you guys. The pictures for the backgrounds will (as much as possible) be pictures I've taken the same year as the lyrics were written. The full lyrics may or may not be made official someday.

Part 9; 2021

Now we've arrived at what I can call the personal era which started with me coming out to myself as nonbinary within the first three months of the year. After that a lot of the songs I started to make became a therapeutic tool getting to reflect over my thoughts and feelings about different topics.

More info under the line

Stay creative, my fellow foxes 🦊💚

Song 1 (pic1); Marco

This is not as much a song as it is 2-3 pages of me in lyrical form thinking through my newly out feelings as a nonbinary person. The 'song' is named after my middlename that on this time I believed would be my new name. Also, to fit with the very personal meaning of this song this is indeed a picture of me having gender euphoria looking in the mirror (although 9 months after the song was written)

Featured lyric:

Starring at the mirror softly repeating the name.

Trying to repeat the rush of joy hearing it for the first time.

Song2 (pic2); Aromantica

A song where I tried to reflect over my feelings as being an aromantic person since I also around this time has been coming to terms with being aro more and more (although I had come out to myself as aro one or two years prior).

Featured lyric:

((Extendend)) I held you and I kissed you

Because I thought that was what I had to.

And it’s funny how pathetic I was playing the part.

I’m not lovedrunk, I’m sober.

I realise that, now it’s over.

This is not who I am.

Song3 (pic 3+4); Altid Nat

This song is the exception to the rule I guess since it is less about my own personal identity explorations but again it is still about me and my feelings getting to be close to people with the loser covid-19 restrictions. You can hear the song here btw.

Featured lyric:

Original (pic3); Jordens trolde, de danser foxtrot over Danmarks bøgetage

((Extended)) så er det nu, vi sprinder guld af alt det som der kan ske i drømmeland.

For det er altid nat et sted på verdensplan.

Translated to English (pic4):

the trolls of the earth dance foxtrot in Denmark's treetops.

((Extended)) It is now we weave gold of all

that can happen in dreamland

cause it's always night somewhere in the world.

Song4 (pic5+6); Forstadsfabeldyr

This is an interesting one since I had less than a week to write and produce it on summer camp where I wasn't out yet so I wanted to make it somewhat mystical about what in the world I was referring to (thereby not outing myself before time) but also I really felt like getting out my hurt feelings about becoming the represent queer whenever people learned about my identity. (hint the swearing is back)

Featured lyric:

Original (pic6); Verden er så satans monokrom

for alle farverne er vasket ud med hvidt.

Translated to English (pic5); The world is fucking monochrome.

All the colours has been washed out.

Song5 (pic6+7); Glas v.2

Quite an interesting one that shows how my way of making songs has shifted since I originally made myself the challenge to make a song inspired by a poem on a playing card about rocks wanting to be glass and then the first version was meant to be about eating disorders (not told from my own pov) but that didn't connect with me so instead I told about nonbinary gender dysphoria (that is way more my own pov and so a therapeutic song instead)

Featured lyric:

Original (pic7): Når svaret for dem er hverken "han" eller "hende"

kommer de nemt til kort.

De ville så gerne kunne passe ind,

men kabalen går ikke op.

Translated to English (pic8): When their answer is not "he" or "she",

they'll easily come up short.

they'd love to fit in, but

the patience doesn't come up.

[caroldantops]

*puts on glasses to appear smarter and not at all because I can't see without them*

Intellectual Thought of the Day™️:

In Endgame, and the subsequent Marvel films and TV shows since then, we have seen a blatant disregard for any and all other realities bar the one that our heroes reside in. This includes their very own reality, which we have seen our heroes having knowingly altered themselves. A prime example of the this is seen when Steve Rogers chooses to stay in the past to get his happy ending with Peggy, thus creating an alternate reality in which he got the girl.

That being said, WHY THE FUDGE CAKES DID THEY NOT GO GET NATASHA FROM RIGHT BEFORE SHE YEETED HERSELF OFF OF VORMIR AND BRING HER GORGEOUS, FANTASTIC SELF BACK TO THE PRESENT??!?? (She would have been there for Wanda, stopped Westview from happening and they would have fallen in love!!)

-🦊

i am falling asleep at my desk so i am not processing this but ur so right abt wanda and nat kissing

[natashasvixen]

Chocolate biscuits 🍪

Summary: You are suffering on your period and your girlfriends and super solider friend look after you with the added help of chocolate.

Pairings: Wanda x Natasha x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Description of period pain, reader fainting, Wanda uses her magic, Bucky being a good bestie, so much fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Authors note: This is a complete self comfort fic I’m on my period and just want my girls to look after me, I wrote this super fast so I’m sorry for any mistakes! 💕🦊

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You groaned curling impossibly tighter into yourself on your bed, hot water bottle long since gone cold and your pain medicine wearing off but you couldn’t find the energy to go look for more.

Luckily your period had hit on your day off but unluckily both of your girlfriends were still working and training new recruits making your shared room in the compound feel even more cold and empty. You wanted nothing more than to beg them to come back to bed and cuddle with you to help the pain go away and you knew if you asked they would in a heartbeat but you didn’t want to be a bother, they are busy and it’s not their fault your body makes this monthly ritual more torturous than what most people experience. So here you are trying to get through it on your own but nothing seems to be working.

You remember Maria lecturing you about how getting up and moving is the best thing you can do so begrudgingly you pull yourself up out of bed to try walk around, you sway a little and your head feels fuzzy but you manage to steady yourself and pick up your phone from the nightstand to check the time, squinting your eyes at the sudden bright screen which only makes your head pound harder,

“Nearly three in the afternoon, yeah I guess I should maybe try eat something” you sigh to yourself knowing you are only making your lightheadedness worse but the thought of food has made your stomach turn all day. You slip on one of Natasha’s hoodies tugging the hood tightly over your head and the sleeves over your hands and begin to pad your way towards the compounds shared kitchen in search of anything to make you feel better.

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Bucky is stood in the kitchen rummaging through the cupboards no doubt looking for something to snack on before dinner, as he hears you entering he turns around, quickly hiding a packet of chocolate biscuits behind his back,

“God y/n you gave me a heart attack I thought you were Steve, you know how he gets about no snacks between meals” he scoffs.

You give a small chuckle back “wow thanks are my footsteps really that heavy”

“No offence tiny, but you look awful” Bucky said looking you up and down.

“Of first off I’m not that much shorter than you big guy, second off thanks for confirming I look as bad as I feel and finally I will hurt you” you say pointing a finger at him from the sleeves still covering your hands in the least threatening pose ever.

Bucky hold his hands up biscuits and all trying not to laugh “woah ok feisty pants, what’s gotten into you today”

You slump even further dropping your hand “I just don’t feel good Buck, girl problems and Nat and Wands are both working” you sigh curling your arms around yourself suddenly feeling the urge to cry, stupid hormones.

Bucky immediately drops the teasing knowing that this time of the month always hits you hard but you normally have your girlfriends to take care of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise” he holds out the packet of biscuits to you, “wanna eat biscuits and watch a movie?” He asks gently.

You break into a small smile at your friends attempt to help but before you can even think about responding you quickly bring your hand to your head and sway on the spot suddenly feeling incredibly sick.

“Y/n you ok?” he asks moving towards you and before you can answer your knees buckle, Bucky manages to catch you before you hit the ground dropping his biscuits in the process, “you’re ok I got you” he says watching worriedly as the colour drains from your face, you feel your friend gently hook an arm under your knees to lift you up and the last thing you hear before your vision completely blacks out is “Friday tell Natasha and Wanda to meet me at medical”.

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Slowly you blinked open your eyes feeling the intense pain in your head that was there before everything went black.

“Friday, dim the lights please” you heard Wanda’s voice softly call out.

“Of course miss Maximoff” the A.I. responded, immediately the light in the room softened and you let out a quiet sigh of relief gently opening your eyes now that it didn’t hurt so much to do so, as you did you could see both of your favourite sets of green eyes gazing down at you.

“Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?” Natasha whispered, softly cupping your face and stroking your cheek with her thumb.

“Tasha?” You mumbled groggily, “what happened?”

“You passed out detka (baby), Bucky took you to medical and Bruce checked you over, you’re ok you just need to take it easy” she said leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact, slowly coming back to full consciousness you recognised that you were back in your shared bed, head in Wanda’s lap while she gently stroked through your hair with Natasha sat beside you now holding your hand.

“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well sweetheart, we could have helped” Wanda said worriedly.

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to bother you” you said as you snuggled closer to her letting out a pained gasp as a bad cramp hit you after moving.

Natasha moved back a little “you think you can sit up and try take some medicine for me darling? It’ll make you feel better” she held out both of her hands for you, silently offering to help you up.

You took both of Natasha’s hands wincing as she helped you sit up, tears welled in your eyes as Wanda rubbed circles on your lower back, sniffling gently “it hurts Natty” you whimper as a few tears fell from your tired eyes.

“I know baby, I know, shhh come here” Natasha cooed taking your face into her hands and wiping away your tears with the pads of her thumbs as she rested her forehead against your own. “You’re ok baby, come on breathe with me” she said quietly keeping her forehead pressed to yours knowing that the pressure would help keep you grounded, as you continued to cry your breathing becoming more erratic as the tears fell.

You felt Wanda wrap her arms around you from behind gently slipping her hands under Nat’s hoodie to rest one on your hip rubbing slow circles with her thumb and the the other coming to hover above your stomach as she coaxed her magic to the surface and used it to ease some of the pain, it felt like the worlds best hot water bottle and massage all in one. As her crimson wisps of magic danced and curled she rested her head on your shoulder pressing a soft kiss just behind your ear, “its ok, we’ve got you angel” she whispered, letting her magic do its work.

Your shoulders dropped a little and your breathing started to even out as the tension and pain started to ease, you let yourself lean further back into the witch as she continued to work her literal magic while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Natasha pulled her head back from yours slightly “good girl, there you go” she cooed as she wiped the last of your tears away seeing your eyes droop closed with relief she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips threading her fingers through your own and squeezing your hands.

“I think that’s better than any medicine, thank you my love” you whispered as Wanda slowly pulled her magic back and settled her hands on both of your hips still rubbing small circles, you blinked open your eyes and turned slightly leaning in to connect your lips to hers bringing one of your hands away from Nat’s to tuck Wanda’s hair behind her ear and cup her cheek.

“Anything for you y/n” she pulled back and pressed a kiss to your nose, each of your cheeks and finally the softest of kisses right between your eyes, Natasha watched both of you lovingly with a content smile on her face knowing your were feeling better.

Your sweet and quiet moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, you turned towards the door still holding Natasha’s hand as Wanda once again wrapped you up in a hug from behind and reached to take Natasha’s free hand into her own.

“Come in” you called out relaxing further into both of your girlfriends embrace tiredly.

Bucky popped his head round the door, “hey tiny, I wanted to check how you were doing” he asked smiling at the soft scene he saw before him.

“I could still hurt you big guy” you threatened making both of your girlfriends chuckle, “just not right now” you sighed contentedly leaning further back as Wanda pecked your cheek.

“Thank you for catching me Buck” you said pausing as you sat up slightly and your eyes widened with realisation, “oh no I made you drop your biscuits didn’t I?” You gasped. “I’m so sorry!”

Bucky laughed quietly, “it’s ok tiny you’re more important and anyway I used the smashed biscuits to make a chocolate cheesecake and I told everyone no one is allowed any until you feel better and try it first” he smiled at you.

Your eyes light up at the sound of chocolate, finally not feeling so sick sugar sounded like exactly what you needed, “well what are we waiting for!?” You exclaimed making your girlfriends and your friend all burst out laughing, sure your period might suck but you had the best people to look after you through it.