Hi Luna!!! For your requests, how about fluff #1 with BuckyNat? 😁❤️ I hope your day is going well!
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Their Favorite Shirt ♥︎ Drabble
Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff
Square Filled: Clothes Sharing
Request Prompt: Fluff #1 “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”
Word Count: 610
Warnings: Fluffy fluff and unbeta’d writing.
A/N: My first request! Yay! Let me know what you guys think. If any of you are interested in sending in requests, check out this post. Also written for @star-spangled-bingo SSB 2021. Divider by @firefly-graphics.
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Natasha let out a sigh of relief as she opened the door to the house. Her and Bucky had settled into retirement well. No longer avenging gave them much deserved free time. Free time that they still spent helping others. While more than happy to do it, volunteer work was still work that took its toll. And now all Natasha wants at this point is to pull on her favorite t-shirt, order some pizza, and curl up on the couch with Bucky.
The second she stepped in, she kicked off her shoes and called out, “James! I’m home!”
Natasha made her way to the bedroom, eager to put on her “I’m-finally-home-and-I’m-not-going-anywhere-or-doing-anything-for-at-least-two-days” shirt. She had found it at a thrift shop in the city. Multiple sizes too big, a beautiful shade of pink, and covered with a cute frog print that put a smile on her face the moment she saw it.
Natasha made her way to the bedroom, eager to put on her “I’m-finally-home-and-I’m-not-going-anywhere-or-doing-anything-for-at-least-two-days” shirt. She had found it at a thrift shop in the city. Multiple sizes too big, a beautiful shade of pink, and covered with a cute frog print that put a smile on her face the moment she saw it.
Natasha made her way to the bedroom, eager to put on her “I’m-finally-home-and-I’m-not-going-anywhere-or-doing-anything-for-at-least-two-days” shirt. She had found it at a thrift shop in the city. Multiple sizes too big, a beautiful shade of pink, and covered with a cute frog print that put a smile on her face the moment she saw it.
Growing up in the Red Room, they were denied all that was soft, cute, sweet— those were for the weak. And that’s why she loved that shirt so much, it was everything she couldn’t indulge in, she wasn’t allowed to enjoy for so long.
Growing up in the Red Room, they were denied all that was soft, cute, sweet— those were for the weak. And that’s why she loved that shirt so much, it was everything she couldn’t indulge in, she wasn’t allowed to enjoy for so long.
She reached into her dresser drawer to grab the shirt, but it wasn’t there. Brow furrowed, she went through all the other drawers and the closet… but nothing.
“What the hell?” She thought to herself as she made her way to the laundry room, thinking maybe she had left it there. As she turned the corner and stepped into the living room, she found Bucky. Sprawled out on the couch, headphones on, eyes closed, and air drumming along to a song she couldn’t hear. The lighthearted sight made her shake her head and smile. Then her eyes wandered down to what he was wearing.
She walked over to Bucky and pulled the headphones off his head. Bucky sat up, eyes blown wide in surprise.
“Oh hell, retirement is making me rusty! I didn’t hear you come in Nat!” He exclaimed knowing he was caught.
“Is that my shirt?”
“Um… yeah.” He shyly replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. I just… I wear it sometimes when you’re not home.”
Nat tilted her head at him, urging him to tell her more.
Bucky blushed almost as pink as the shirt he had on. He continued, “I, um… I miss you a lot when you’re gone. And, this shirt smells like you. And, it’s incredibly comfortable— perfectly worn in. I normally put it back before you get home, but I guess I lost track of time.”
Natasha smiled at him again.
“I’m sorry Nat. I know how much this shirt means to you.” He profusely tried to apologize as he started to pull the shirt over his head.
Natasha reached over and gently pulled his arms down. “As much as I would like to see what you’ve got going on under that,” Natasha smirked and winked as she helped Bucky pull the shirt back on, “clearly it helps you as much as it helps me, James.”
Bucky nodded and pulled Natasha in for a hug, “Thank you my love.” He said as he kissed the top of her head. “And I promise I’ll wash your shirt before I give it back.”
“You mean our shirt?”
It was Bucky’s turn to smile now as he pulled Natasha into another embrace. They fell backwards together onto the couch— hearts fluttering over this seemingly simple, but truthfully significant moment for them.
After all they had been through, here they had found their peace. In this home, in one another, and in that silly pink shirt.
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the last twilight movie came out in 2012. it is now 2018. i just want to know who the hell reblogged this 6 year old post onto my dash. because i love you
did you know that Friday 13th was meant to be a really good lucky day meant for fucking because it was dedicated to Freyja, the goddess of love and fertility and the patron goddess of Fridays
but then Christianity found out about it and were like “Fucking???? outside of marriage????? NO NO NO!!!” and decided it was a horrible terrible bad unlucky day and you need to be super careful of everything you do in case you die or some shit.
so thanks Christians for ruining everyone’s fucking fun
so i’m at the doctor’s again and i see a notecard on the reception desk that asks in bright red ink, Do you want to live forever?
finally, i think, finally i’m at the start of a vampire novel. i don’t actually want to live forever, but i’m not about to turn down a call to adventure like that. i try to flip the card over as inconspicuously as possible.
the other side contains a bible verse about keeping jesus in your heart.
i was 14 and i was walking through a mall by myself at 12am after my shift at coldstone creamery lol and a bunch of men started whistling and meowing and getting really close to me and they kept asking me questions and i kept not answering until i didn’t know what else to do so i said “i’m only 14” and almost in unison they said “we don’t care” i was so fucking scared i didn’t know what to do and they kept talking about how i looked and how my body looked and what they would do i was on the verge of tears i was all alone in a huge mall i knew i couldn’t outrun them all i felt totally hopeless until a maintenance worker came up to all of us with a huge industrial broom in her hand, i thought she was going to yell at all of us for being in the mall after hours bc she probably thought we were all friends but instead she cursed all of them out in spanish, threatened to press a panic button on her belt and then proceeded to walk me to the basement garage and waited with me until my mom got there to pick me up she had a death grip on her cart the whole time and a face of steel she looked so strong and i just kept saying thank you and she kept saying not to thank her because she had to stop them.
that was the moment i realized women were the most important beings on this planet and we have to protect each other bc nobody else is going to, she didn’t even know me, we couldn’t even communicate that well because of the language barrier, she could have lost her job for waiting with me in the parking lot but she looked out for me when she didn’t have to, she had nothing to gain from it, i’m 21 now and i tell everyone this story even though it happened 7 years ago, what she did that night helped me form and shape lot of my beliefs early on.
i was at a grocery store really late one night and some old guy kind of eyed me as i walked out of the store next to this other lady. She and I made eye contact and i knew she was scared too. we loaded up our groceries into our cars as fast as possible and I had way more bags than her so she got done faster than me. I panicked because i was sure she was going to leave so i just hurried faster, shaking a little, and then i noticed she sat in her car, watching me and making sure nobody came near. She waited not until all my groceries were loaded, or until my cart was put away, or until I got into my car. No, she didn’t drive away until I drove away.
And that was the moment that I realized how much women need other women. That we can’t win this war without each other and we have to be looking out for each other, every second.
my last year in new york city, i got off the subway around 9 or 10p.m. i only lived about 5 blocks from the f train, but i hadn’t gotten more than two before a woman’s hand suddenly touched my arm.
“that guy behind us is following you,” she said. “he was watching you leave the train car and followed you up.”
i hadn’t noticed him, or at least not noticed him following me. when we stopped outside a grocery store, he stopped half a block back and loitered. the woman linked her arm with mine and walked me several blocks out of her way to my front door and made sure i got inside safely.
another time, nocigar and i were walking home and at a stoplight a stranger grabbed my arm when i wouldn’t respond to him and tried to physically drag me over to him. she—who is, by the way, not a very physically imposing girl—ripped his hand off my arm and snarled, “don’t fucking touch her.”
protect your friends. protect strangers. there are good men in the world, but don’t wait for them to do something if you can do it yourself.
I was at a club once and my friend left with her boyfriend so I finished my drink and was heading out to the parking lot when three girls came up to me and basically surrounded me.
“Those guys behind us were talking about following you. We can walk with you.”
I have MMA training but have never in my life had been offered the protection and sanction of my own gender. This is so important.
