m'kay but the holy trinity's girlfriends being besties too. gimme all the natasha/pepper/sif things.
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Natasha and Sif sparring while Pepper runs her company from a laptop in the corner, and she just quirks an eyebrow at them when they try to get her to join a round, because thanks, but no thanks, she’d rather not have to find another excuse for the press about her bruises.
Natasha and Pepper dressing Sif up in their clothes when she and Thor are on earth for a visit.
Likewise, Sif inviting them to Asgard and helping them into her fancy gowns at the palace, and she even braids their hair for them the way Frigga had taught her. And it’s the cutest thing ever that a goddess of war likes to braid her friends’ hair. Thor knows better than to tease her about it, though.
Okay, but I think they all get pregnant around the same time. Nikki, James, and Torunn are only months apart – Nikki being the oldest and James a year younger and Torunn somewhere in the middle. So they have tea and compare their pregnancy cravings and talk about how their husbands’ tendencies to hover but it’s so sweet and they all secretly love being pampered a little more than usual.
Also, that’s probably been a thing since the beginning: the three of them getting together and talking about Tony, Steve, and Thor and how they’re all such dorks but also about how much they love them, and they share stories about all the little things that they do that they love.
Horse-riding is their thing, on Earth or on Asgard.
So are peaceful picnics in grassy, open fields. Sometimes the boys are allowed to come along. Sometimes.
Serious talks, before they’re all “official”, about Steve and Thor – because of course Pepper knows how crazy in love Nat and Sif are with their guys, but she also knows that they hesitate for their own reasons and encourages them that holding back from how they feel isn’t fair to any of them and they shouldn’t waste a second of happiness.
Sif coming all the way to Earth to see them when Thor asks her to marry him, and of course Nat and Pepper are excited and happy to share this moment with her, but what are you doing, go celebrate with your fiance – and Sif laughs and thanks them for their support before leaving again.
*rubs hands together* alright darlin', I've got a prompt for you. domestic winterwitch ( or romanogers, samsharon, spidertiger, whichever! ) Person A waking up to find Person B cooking in the kitchen. it can be in the morning, or waking up from a short nap and deciding to join them in cooking. ya know, bonding stuff? ❤
I love domestic bliss to death and I think people should always request me to write it. I might fill this for the other three. Because I have no self control.
She likes to burrow herself into his side every night, curling up against him just after he’s turned off the lamp. She tucks her head under his chin, resting it on his shoulder, and he knows that he can’t be more comfortable than a pillow, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She seems content to lay on him, twining his metal hand with hers against his chest, and he’ll gently drag his other hand through her hair, twirling her curls around his fingers as they talk. And, in the beginning she did most of the talking, but he likes to tell her about his day, about what happened on his assignment, or what memory happened to cross his mind. He tells her about the guilt tugging at his mind, and the things he misses about his home, his time, his old life – and she’ll pepper gentle kisses to his throat and he’ll hold onto her a little tighter, feeling a flutter of warmth in his chest as she whispers sweet promises in his ear that everything is alright. She’s right here.
She’ll always be right here.
A smile tugs at his lips at he stares up at his ceiling. Her side of the bed is empty, but he can hear her voice trailing from the kitchen, soft and sweet as she gently pads across the tiled floor. She’s talking to someone over the phone, and he just takes a moment to listen to her end of the conversation.
His once quiet apartment is always filled with her voice, with her laughter and her singing and her excited chattered and sweet whispers, and he loves it.
He loves her.
“…can’t believe he hasn’t said anything yet.” He hears her pause as she pulls open the fridge, and then she giggles. “Well, you are pretty scary, Nat.”
He can picture Wanda’s cute little smirk, and it makes him grin.
“I would, but he’s still asleep.” Another pause, and then she breathes out a hushed, “Natasha,” that sounds almost embarrassed, even as her voice trails into a bit of a laugh at the end. “I think he tires me out more than I tire him.”
His lips tug at the corners as he remembers last night – her nails digging into his biceps, her legs wrapped around his hips, her spine arched and her curls fanning out over the pillows and her cries of please, please, please. She had barely caught her breath when she’d rolled them over, her fingertips warm and leaving his skin tingling as she dragged them down his chest, her lips hot on his and her legs shaking as she rolled her hips and –
He smirks. She definitely tires him out more than she thinks, but he doesn’t mind. Not one bit.
He groans a little as he moves to sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed as he rubs a hand over his neck. She’d nipped him pretty hard last night, which he only really remembers because she pressed a kiss to it, after, as she murmured his name in place of a good night. The bruise is gone, though, and he wonders if she’ll get that little pout on her lips again when she sees it. She did the last time it happened, and he peppered her face with kisses until she was giggling and squirming in his arms, halfheartedly trying to pull away.
“…just give him time. You know he just wants it to be perfect,” Wanda is saying as he walks into the kitchen. She’s standing at the stove in the same shirt of his that she fell asleep in, phone pressed between her shoulder and her ear as she pokes at the strips of bacon in her pan with a fork. Her hair is clipped up in this elegant mess atop her head, baring her neck to him, and his eyes go to the marks he’d left along the column of her throat and over the dip of her shoulder.
“We’ll talk about it later,” she tells Natasha, and she’s barely hung up and set the phone aside before he’s reached her, brushing his lips over those marks on her neck. She sucks in a soft gasp as he slides his hands over her hips, and he presses himself close, nuzzling his face into her neck. She hums, leaning back against him. “Good morning,” she greets, amusement in her tone.
“Morning,” he mumbles into her skin.
She flicks her wrist to switch the burner off, then reaches up to brush her fingers through his hair as she turns to press a kiss to his temple.
“What did Natasha want?” he asks, reaching over to snatch a strip of bacon off of the pan and bite the top.
“She wanted to know if I knew anything about Steve and a ring,” she says, and he sort of pauses mid-chew for a moment, meeting her eyes. She arches an eyebrow, this adorable, knowing look on her face as she holds his gaze, and, crap. He’d meant to tell her about Steve taking them shopping for a ring – or rather, he, Sam, and Clint inviting themselves to go with him, because Steve was a punk and thought that he could get away with going it alone – but it had slipped his mind. And it’s not as if it was his secret to give, anyway.
She doesn’t seem upset, though, so he breathes out a laugh. “Yeah,” he tells her, and her eyes brighten. “He’s just waiting for the perfect time.”
“If he waits for perfect, he’s never going to get the chance to propose.”
He grins. “Now, isn’t that the funny part?” She chuckles, and he flexes his fingers at her hip, kissing her hair. “I know where he’s coming from, though.”
“Yeah?”
He hums in reply, setting his bacon down so he can turn her to face him, his hips pinning hers against the counter. She gnaws on her lower lip as she looks up at him from under her long eyelashes, and, fuck. He just wants to kiss her. He just always wants to kiss her. “Yeah,” he echoes, holding her stare as she presses her hands flat against his chest, sliding them up, slowly, until they’re resting at his shoulders. Her thumb brushes at the seam where his metal meets his skin, and he shivers ever so slightly. He remembers when that spot had been too sensitive for anyone to touch. Now, when it’s her, his body shudders for an entirely different reason. “When it’s our turn, I want it to be perfect, too.”
She smiles at that – our turn – and clings onto him a little tighter, like she knows exactly what he’s promising. Like she’s promising to do the same.
“It will,” she tells him, stretching up to brush her lips to his.
“I know,” he repeats, and then he grasps her chin with his fingers and kisses her a little slower, a little deeper. When it’s time, he’ll know.
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This is so sweet! Thank you so much I really appreciate it. :)
*rolls in and waves* I hope you feel better hun! Hm, I can tell you about my day then! I've been mostly brainstorming (as well as dreading work tomorrow bUT MONEY), and hopefully I can get some writing done soon! :)
*waves back while wiggling eyebrows at you* OMG HI thank you and also I feel that so hard. I’m still having writers block and just ugh!! Good luck to you love!!
*bURSTS INTO THE ROOM* okie, since no one is asking you i feel like it's my job to. if you could change anything canonically in the snk universe, what would it be and why <3
*clutches chest*wi FEOKAY BUT HOW ABOUT WE GIVE ALL OF THE WARRIOR TRIO A CHANCE TO REDEEM THEMSELVES?? LIKE?? CAN YOU FUCKIN IMAGINE IF THEY ALL THE SHIFTERS ON THEIR SIDE?? HOW FAST THEY COULD END THE WAR?? ESPECIALLY THE COLOSSAL AND ARMORED TITANS LIKE???? OH MY GOD???INSTEAD OF Y’KNOW GOING THE BORING ROUTE AND MAKE THEM ALL EVIL because seriously it’s been done before and it’s been done better.BUTYA KNOW.also I would change the fandom and make them not as nasty lmao no i’m not bitter shut up
