Hi Luna!!! For your requests, how about fluff #1 with BuckyNat? 😁❤️ I hope your day is going well!
Hi love! My day’s been pretty great because of your fun request! Thank you Sam! I really hope you enjoy it! 💖
Their Favorite Shirt ♥︎ Drabble
Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff
SSB 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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I don’t wanna be nosy, but you accidentally sent what to your therapist???? How did they react!??? I would be mortified
(Also, please feel free to not answer if that’s too personal of a question)
LOLOL story time below the cut
So June 1st 2020 was one of the worst days I've ever had. It brought up some old trauma in addition to giving me new things to work through and as I do, I wrote to cope. Sometimes I have a really hard time vocalizing how I feel, so I'll send her my poetry or whatever I have to be like here's where we're at.
What I meant to send her was the opening to unspoken. I had it in it's own doc before it turned into a make myself feel better fic.
So how did I fuck up so badly?
June was approaching the end of my residency. The program I was in treated me.... not great. I was tired, to say the least. I had to be at the clinic insanely early because a few reasons, so I got up at 4:30 on the June 4th to have time to get ready and make my hour commute. I was looking down the barrel of a minimum twelve hour day (7-7 for those playing along at home).
I said to myself Kait, you have to send that piece to Karen so you can have a productive session because you Need to after what happened on Monday - send it now so you don't forget later.
So, at like 4:45 in the morning in my dimly lit bathroom, I sent it.
Except the it I sent was not what I meant to send and it was instead this cursed thing. She texted me and I didn't see it til my brief lunch break which was then spent howling in my car. That text means that my email was one of the first things she saw that morning because I sent it before the sun was up. I wish I had taken a screenshot.
It was one line. It said:
"There's something wrong with you, Kait."
I didn't have time to text her back and explain, so I waited until our phone call that night.
rock candy was the last opened doc on my phone and, without double checking, it was the link I had shared instead of the other one which was right next to it. Our phone call was spent laughing, and because I was laughing, I had an easier time talking about everything that had happened that Monday. It was kind of a blessing in disguise.
The moral of the story is to wait until the sun comes up to send important emails, and always double check your attachments.
I actually keep a few sheets of folded paper in my bag now, with rock candy printed on them. I give them to people when they don't respect my no, or when they're being generally shitty. It works surprisingly well.
So that's how I remember. June 1st will haunt me, June 3rd I coped with laughter, and I remember that because on June 4th I made one of the most embarrassing, yet also hysterical, mistakes of my whole entire life
This sounds fun so why not...for your modified fmk: I have blue eyes and naturally dirty blonde hair, though right now it’s blue with rainbow peekaboo on the under layers. I have four tattoos: two on my arm, one on my ankle, and one on my foot. I also have my nose, my tragus, and my nips pierced. I drink entirely too much coffee and make very good margaritas. I like to read in my free time or watch movies, and I’m not picky about a genre for either. Most of my friends describe me as the sarcastic mom friend ❤️❤️❤️ I hope your day is going well!
Marcus Pike + Tattoo/Flower Shop AU
Marcus Pike had inherited his grandmother’s flower shop just before he was set to take the entrance exam for the FBI. In the end, the choice was easy. Managing Pike’s Florals allowed him to honor a family legacy and tap into his artistic side.
Years later, when a new tattoo shop opened next door he was the first in line to welcome his new neighbors with an arrangement of dark purple Peruvian lilies to symbolize friendship and black dahlias for unity. The colors were dark and dramatic — hopefully perfect for a cohort of tattoo artists.
When you greeted him at the counter, with rainbow-colored hair, tattoos, piercings and a bring smile, Marcus’ heart seized in his chest. You were gorgeous. And so far out of his league.
Somehow he managed to say hello and remember his name. You seemed to find him rather amusing as he offered you the bouquet. You loved it, thanking him profusely, and mentioned that violet roses were your favorite.
His face flushed with embarrassed heat. He’d added the violet roses without much thought. The blooms filled out the gothic inspired arrangement nicely. But their meaning suddenly hit him with full force.
Love at first sight.
As the weeks turned to months and the seasons changed, Marcus’ feelings for you only deepened. However he’d promised himself after his last few failed relationships that he wouldn’t rush into anything. So he settled for friendship, sure that someone as cool, humourous, and talented as you would never be interested in him.
And it was a lovely friendship. Every morning he’d bring you coffee from the shop on the confer, having memorized your order long ago. You often popped into his shop in the afternoons to eat lunch together and admire the new flowers. Sometimes you’d walk to your cars together, usually lingering well past closing time to talk to each other.
Then one day, as the two of you settled into your lunch break, he noticed a new tattoo on your forearm. It was a dainty rose, shaded a deep violet.
“When did you get that?” he asked.
“A couple weeks ago,” you answered. “Do you like it?”
“Of course! You know I’m partial to flowers.” He gestured to the shop around him.
“Good,” you said with a sly smile. “I actually got it because it reminds me of the day we met.”
He almost choked on his bite of food. “What?” he asked dumbly.
“It was love at first sight for me,” you supplied easily.
“Yeah, me too,” he said around a sigh of relief. He didn’t waste another moment before he finally kissed you for the first time.
I’m dying at your ‘the mandalorian is a drug dealer?’ tag. What does that mean???? 😂
isn’t there.. that one show.. with pedro pascal (who plays mando) that’s about drugs? i just assumed his role was a drug dealer but i actually have no idea.
in fact, i have no idea what the show is about at all 😂 i just see posts of his face and one gif of his crotch as he pulls up his pants 👀 i don’t know what my mutuals in that fandom are watching, but they seem to like that one gif in particular a lot. i see it at least once every other day.
17 what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear?
Oh man, I really like it when people wear nice dress shirts and then.... roll up the sleeves 👀 bonus points if they wearing nice suspenders okay?!
19 snow, rain, or sun?
rainy day please! perfect for snuggles under blankets but also sometimes it is a warm summer rain you can watch on the porch
30 do you prefer to charm, or be charmed?
Never been romanced before so I would like to be charmed <3
Yeah, I have them big time, yet I keep giving EVERYONE, and I mean everyone the benefit of the doubt, at the same time I'm too scared to be open about my feelings. Trust me, 2021 goals are to go to therapy...
34. Who/What was your last dream about?:
So I keep a dream journal and my last journal entry is sort of a sad one but weird one? Like I’m in a wedding dress and my childhood best friend is like “look your Mum is late, I'm sure she and your grandpas can all take seats in the back." I tell him "no I can't get married without all 3 of them there." Like I’m dressed, my makeup is all done, my bride's maids are all ready, my cousin looks at me like she is wide-eyed and I'm like “what?” She’s like "Katy, um Grandpa is dead, so is your Mum." I start to have a panic attack and crying. My dad came in he tried to get me to calm down, yeah I woke up crying.
35. Who was the last person you cried in front of?:
Just today in front of my Dad. Things aren't going so well at camp Katy the past few months.
