Hi, I love your writing and when I saw you were doing a drabble thing, I had to make this ask. Could you do a drabble where the Reader is Natasha's girlfriend and the team finds out about her? With a bit of fluff, maybe. Thank you😊
thank you so much! I haven't actually written for Nat before so I hope this is alright!!
You were so tired, you literally felt your bones aching. The mission you have just came back from had taken way longer than planned and you've been missing your bed and your girlfriend. You felt even worse when you realised it was still the middle of the day and you couldn't sneak into her bed until it gets late enough for everyone goes to their rooms.
You groaned and whined your way through a long, boring briefing and a long, boring check-up in the medical wing and shuffled towards the common kitchen in hopes of some leftovers being left in the fridge unguarded. The kitchen was unusually crowded, most of the team was for once present and the chatter already gave you a headache.
Fingers gently massaging your temples as you scanned the inside of the fridge. Sam's juice, Steve's yoghurt, Wanda's soup. With not much to choose from, you grabbed a perfectly measured plastic tub of soup and popped it in the microwave. As you were rummaging through the drawers in search of a spoon, a pair of arms in what looked like your red sweater, laced around your waist and pulled you to Nat's body.
You leaned into her, the stress leaving your body immediately now that you were home with her.
"Welcome back, myshka." She murmured as she hugged you close.
"Mhm, missed ya." You leaned your head back on her shoulder and simply let her hold you as you waited for your food.
The chatter in the background melted into white noise as you soaked up Natasha's warmth, her toned arms holding you to her with so much care and love. Her mere presence relaxed you so much, you zoned out for a bit, for once not thinking or worrying or planning anything, just waiting for the ding to announce it was time to eat and for Natasha's pillowy lips to finally reach your sweet spot right behind your ear.
You didn't exactly notice when did she start kissing your neck, but you were definitely not complaining. You were alone on your mission for almost a month, you deserved some kisses. Natasha nipped on your ear at the same time as she tickled your side, making your giggle maybe a little too loud, but you were so out of it, you couldn't even care.
Your head still on her shoulder, you turned your face towards her and she immediately kissed you, a small smile on her lips as well. It was a sweet, slow kiss, lips moving against each other in perfect synch, a gentle reminder of how much she loved and cared about you. Her tongue had just slipped inside your mouth when someone cleared heir thorat behind you.
Your eyes flew open to see Natasha also looking at you with eyes wide in shock, lips still attached to yours.
"You girls wanna tell us somethin'?" Bucky's voice was laced with humour and you completely forgot he was sitting at the counter behind you.
In fact, you forgot about the other ten people in the room. And the fact that you and Nat kinda kept things secret for the past few months. Judging by Natasha's frozen face, she forgot too.
The ding of the microwave startled you back to reality. You untangled yourself from Natasha's arms, gathered your food and your girlfriend and bolted out the room before anyone tried to ask you anything. You were so not ready to face your nosy teammates before you had at least one nap.
By the time you got to your room, you had both recovered from the shock of accidentally revealing your relationship to the team. Natasha went straight to your bed, where she flopped in the middle of your pillow mountain and sighed in content.
"You know what this means, right?" You says from your spot at the edge of the bed, gently blowing on the spoon of hot soup.
"This changes nothing, we are not going on double dates with Birdie and Barnes." Natasha grumbled and shuffled closer so she could curl her body around you.
"Good luck talking your way out of it, baby."
"Aren't you gonna help me, myshka?" She nuzzled her face against your thigh, which usually worked wonders, but you were too hungry and too sleepy to fall for it this time.
"Nope." You continued eating as she tried to talk you into an alliance. By the time you were finished, the soups warming up your entire body and making you relax even further, Natasha was perched next to you, her green eyes watching you thoughtfully. You put your bowl and spoon away and only then did you look at her - she was clearly plotting something.
"What's on you mind?" You scooted back on the bed, taking her previous place between pillows.
"I was just thinking how to bribe to be on my side once we inevitably have to face the team." She joined you in the middle of the bed with a pout. You pulled her close and kissed her forehead.
"You know I'm always on your side, baby. But..."
"There's a but?" Nat quirked a suspicious brow at you.
"Well, you can always strenghen this alliance." Your smirk was met with a knowing look of her own.
"Oh yeah? How?"
You immediately hooked you legs on her hips and pulled her on top of you, you arms quickly finding their way around her neck. "Why don't you start with a kiss?"
Life’s been hard lately, can I get some good old dad!Steve fluff?! Thanks in advance!!!
sorry life's been hard! i hope this cheers you up!
You woke up to the hallway light shining in your eyes. I confused you, because you were sure you closed the door after putting Rebecca to bed. She was getting older by the day and getting her to sleep at her scheduled bedtime was beginning to grow into a challenge.
"Steve?" You called for him, too lazy to move out of bed. When silence was the only answer, you reached behind you, where your husband would be sleeping. He wasn't though, the covers on his side were bunched up right behing you and there was no sign of him in the room.
With a groan, you hauled yourself off the bed and tip toed down the hall, where the door to your daughter's room was open as well. You expected to find her and Steve at her little desk, drawing something, or maybe him telling her stories, maybe even secretly sharing some brownies that you had baked earlier but didn't let them touch the sweet treat before if cooled down.
What you found though, was the single most adorable sight you have ever witnessed. The little unicorn reading lamp was the only light in the room, illuminating the cot and the comfortable armchair next to it. In the chair, long legs sprawled in front of him, sat Steve. He had a storybook in one hand, his arm hanging simply at his side as he snored softly. His other arm was securely holding his three year old to his chest. She was fast asleep, thumb in her mouth and tiny fist holding tight onto her father's shirt. It took all of your strength not to squeal at the sight of the two most important people in your life sleeping so cutely.
You quietly made your way back to the bedroom, grabbed your phone, then went back. There was no way you were missing that opportunity. You took the photo, grinning like an idiot because they were just too cute.
You hated yourself for doing this, but you couldn't let them sleep like that all night. They could both get uncomfortable soon enough anyway. First you took the book fron Steve's hand and placed it on the desk, then carefully untangled Rebeca's little fingers from Steve's shirt. She stirred a bit and whined in her sleep when you lifted her, but quickly settled when you tucked her in her cot, a little Captain America plushie quickly landing in her arms before she can miss him. That was the easy part. Now you had to wake Steve up.
Ever since your little girl was born and Steve retired from the Avengers, he's become impossible to wake up before he his time. It was like he was catching up on all the sleep he lost while on the team. You sat in his lap and kissed his cheek, hoping it would at least make him less grumpy when he woke up.
"Stevie..." You kissed his cheek again, this time shaking his shoulder a little as well. "Wake up, baby, let's go back to bed."
His arms locked around you immediately and he hid his face against your neck with a grumble. "Come on, Steve. You don't wanna sleep on the chair, do you?"
More grumbling came from your husband, but soon he was snoring again. You sighed and tried shaking his shoulder again, harder this time. You had to be careful not to wake Rebeca up, so you coudn't exactly get any louder. "Stevie, come on, I wanna go to bed."
A few nudges more and he finally sat up slowly and looked up at you with sleepy, hooded eyes. "Hey there."
"Hey yourself." You chuckled, he was just so adorable when he was sleepy like this. "Did Becca wake you up?"
"Mhm. She couldn't sleep and wanted me to read her a story." He looked to the cot fondly, where the apple of his eye was sleeping soundly.
"Thank you for reading to her." He shrugged, because it wasn't really a big deal to him. But you still liked to thank him for doing things and taking care of her, even though you knew it was his favourite thing to do. "How about we go back to sleep too?"
Without warning, he stood off the chair, lifting you with him. A squeak of surprise left you as you scrambled to catch yourself on his shoulders, and he had the audacity to smirk at you.
"Dickhead." You complained, at which he made an overdramatic offended face at you. He shifted you a bit in his arms so he could turn off the reading lamp, then close the door. He carried you to your bedroom, where he didn't loose any time snuggling up to you under the covers.
"Goodnight, sweetheart." He mumbled, already letting himself relax against you and fall back alseep.
You kissed the top of his head and tucked the covers around the two of you, shielding you from the cool night. "Goodnight, my love."
i hate making my boys sad!!! i hope this is okay, this is the first thing that came to mind when i saw your request. guest appearance by Alpine because he’s part of this household always and forever.
~requests are closed~
The apartment is quiet when Sam arrives. The mission went just about as bad and possible. Multiple people, including himself and Bucky, got badly injured, filling up the Compound’s medical wing. Normally, he would’ve stayed there and waited for Bucky so they can both get home together, but during the mission, the two of them had gotten into a massive fight, first time since they got together.
It didn’t even matter whe they were fighting about, hell, Sam could barely remember what is was all about. What did matter though, was the fact that Bucky had growled at Sam to leave him alone and Sam, in his frustration over everything that went down, did just that.
Now as he stands in the middle of the dark living room, the place quiet and lifeless around him, he regrets doing that. He should have waited in the waiting area and should have dragged Barnes back home even if he was kicking and screaming. Sam decides it’s best to cool off, especially that Bucky would probably return home soon enough.
A heavy sigh leaving his lips, Sam runs a hand over his hair and heads to he bathroom. A shower sounds like heaven right now. He takes his time and lets the hot water wash off the stress from his shoulders and soothe the splitting headache that wouldn’t let him think straight. He just finished brushing his teeth when quiet mewls and scratching on the bathroom door catch his attention.Sam opens the door to be greeted by Bucky’s cat Alpine, the white fluffy creature making a figure eight between his legs before it jumps on top of the counter.
“Hey there, sleepyhead.” Sam smiles down at the cat that’s nuzzling it’s head into his palm. It feels strange to be smiling after all that happened but he welcomes it.
Refreshed and dressed, he heads back to the kitchen in search of food and maybe a pot of coffee that will keep him awake until his boyfriend comes back home. He doesn’t expect to find Bucky already working at the counter, his shirt discarded on one of the dining table chair and his fresh bandages on full display.
Bucky’s back stiffens when he hears Sam approach but he doesn’t react in any other way, not really sure where they stand after they had both said some hurtful things to each other. Alpine trots up to Bucky just like any other time and it makes Bucky feel like at least Alpine isn’t mad at him today. Bucky worries Sam is still angry at him after their fight, so he concentrates on finishing the sandwiches he was making and gives Sam some space.
Sam, turns out, doesn’t want any space at all. He walks straight to Bucky and wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and hugs him as gently as possible, as he doesn’t want to hurt any of his healing wounds. Sam can feel Bucky relax in his hold and lean into him, but it takes a few soft kisses on his shoulder for Bucky to speak up.
“’M sorry I snapped at you in medbay.” Bucky mumbles as he piles up the food on a plate.
Sam rests his chin on Bucky’s shoulder and hums. “It’s alright, Buck. I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
Bucky shifts in Sam’s hold a bit, sick of not being able to see him. He takes in Sam’s appearance, the sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the loose shirt hanging from his shoulders, the bandages on his arm where he got shot and the bruises and small cuts on his face.
“I hate seeing you hurt, Sammy. It makes me loose my mind.” Bucky whispers, his hands coming up to cup Sam’s face. He leans in to kiss the man’s lips as Sam’s arms come to rest on his hips and pulls him close.
“I love you.” Sam smiles against Bucky’s lips as he says this. He just wants to forget about the stupid fight already. Bucky kisses him again before he says it back, more than happy to stay in Sam’s arms for the rest of the night.
Can I request a soulmate au between reader & Sam Wilson? I don't have many details in mind but fluff is always welcome. I just really love fluff.
i’m sorry this took so long but here it is and it’s a bit longer because i got so into it omg!! soulmates!!!!
No one really knows how to find their soulmate. Some people say it's something in the person's eyes, like a glint or a sparkle. Some say it's the way a person's smile makes your heart stutter and flutter. Some even say it's like having an extra sense that pulls you straight in the arms of the one person that's mean to be yours.
With less than 5% of the population being known to have found their soulmates, as you grew up, you have come to call it all bullshit legends. That is, of course, until you found yourself in the middle of another nonsense alien invasion on New York, because apparently there aren't any other cities on this planet.
Your morning was completely normal and mundane, just your typical Tuesday. A long and smelly trip on the underground, a boring morning briefing with your manager and the rest of your department, the printer needed a kick or two to get its shit together. The moment you sat down in the break room and had a bite of the sandwich you had been daydreaming about from the moment you entered the building, a loud crash, followed by shrieks resounded on the street outside. You opened the blinds to the sight of some rabid alien monkey screeching at you through the glass. You closed the blinds immediately.
"I hate this fucking job." You groaned and made your way out the door just as the alarm started blaring.
You probably should've cared more and ran faster, but really, this was the third alien invasion in the past six months and you were extremely unbothered by it. You followed your panicked coworkers down the staircase and you hoped that the emergency evacuation coach wasn't parked five blocks away like last time, because that's just annoying. You could be eaten alive by the time you made it there.
"Come on everyone, move it, move it!" A vaguely familiar male voice called from the last floor. Probably one of the security guards or managers.
As you neared the last level, you saw who it was. It was definitely not a managed or a security guard or even a policeman. Apparently your building was graced with the famous Avengers evacuating you. As your coworkers slowly moved down the stairs, you took your chance to check out the handsome fighters. The one closest to the door was waving people forward with a metal arm that faintly glinted in the midday sun. He was covered in dust and had some blood on his forehead, so you figured he already met the Earth's newest invaders.
The second man, standing close to the stairs and helping whoever struggled to get down, held your attention immediately. Now, you were no Avenger-fangirl like half your office, but you may have always had a secret thing for the flying wonder of the team. You watched Sam Wilson help an older woman down the last few steps, as she was shaking so hard she could barely walk. He assured her that everything was going to be alright and shot her the most blinding smile you have ever witnessed, the little gap between his front teeth even more endearing in person than it was on tv.
The people in front of you kept on moving and the moment Sam Wilson turned his attention back to the stairs, your eyes locked and it was like time stopped for a moment and the panicked chatter around you went silent. It was like one of those scene in a movie where the girl descend the stairs in a beautiful gown and her beloved waits for her at the bottom of the stairs, eyes full of adoration focused only on her.
Except you were wearing plain jeans and a green cardigan, he was wearing a dust-covered battle suit and there was an invasion going on outside. Oh well, could've been worse, you thought.
You took his outstretched hand and let him guide you off the last few steps. You weren't sure exactly what it was, but somewhere in your heart you just felt like this is him. It must be him. You didn't take your eyes off each other even for a second and your cheeks were starting to hurt from the smile that wouldn't leave you face.
"Hi." You breathed. Sam stared at you for a moment, then shook his head as if trying to clear it.
"Hey, uh- This is gonna sound very weird but uhh..." He began but couldn't really get his thoughts in order. He licked his lips, which immediately drew your attention to them. Those were some nice looking lips.
"Look, I know we don't know each other but I think you might be my soulmate." He slipped his red goggles up on his forehead and smiled that gorgeous smile again. "I'm Sam, by the way."
You squeezed his hand that you were still holding. "Y/N. Um, listen, I'd really love to talk but I don't wanna keep you from your work."
Sam glanced towards the street and sighed. "Yeah, that's a bummer." He faced you again with a pleading look. "Can we meet after this mess?"
"Sure. I'll just..uh, come find you at the Tower? If it's still standing later?" You offered, as you didn't have a way to give him your number just now. It was convenient to know he can be easily found in the Avengers HQ in Manhattan though.
Sam laughed at your nonchalance and pulled you towards the doors. "Alright, follow the crowd to the emergency coaches. And you better be careful or you'll be in big trouble!" He scolded you playfully, earning a very confused look from Sergeant Barnes.
You stood on your tiptoes and placed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Have fun avenging!" And so, you were gone. Sam couldn't wait till they have dealt with the invasion and he could get to know you.
I’m really excited to be doing this and I hope we can all have some fun!
Characters I write for:
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Steve Rogers
Natasha Romanoff
Sharon Carter
Some rules:
I will NOT write dub-con, non-con, or dark fics.
Smut is okay but I will not write BDSM as I know nothing about it. Also if I don’t like a kink, I will not write it.
Reader inserts and ships between characters are both okay.
AUs, canon divergent and canon compliant requests are all okay.
I could possibly write other for characters in a platonic setting, just drop me an ask and I’ll see what I can do. Except Peter Quill and Dr Strange bcs I don’t like them 🤷♀️
I will only accept requests in asks. Don’t leave requests in comments or reblogs, please, let’s keep it organised.
I aim to keep these drabbles between 500 and 1k words. I’ll do my best to write and post them as soon as possible, but please don’t be upset if I take a bit longer, I am only human.
