WandaNat supports Fem!Autistic!Reader when it comes to texture struggles around food
⊱ Nat would go food shopping and get in all your safe foods
Nat makes note of every single one of you safe foods, not just the food but the exact brand. She prepares accordingly and stocks the pantry in the specific way she knows you like and with care. Absolutely no substitutions or assumptions about your food.
Nat also goes out of way to try and find the specific brand of food if it’s not in the first store—she’ll go to every store she can to find it and if she can’t? Then she will try and find the next best thing. She will offer it to you but won’t be upset if you don’t want to try it. She’ll take special trips to find your safe foods and to make sure you feel safe when you’re eating.
⊱ Wanda would get in your favourite snacks, making sure you had them in case you couldn’t manage a full meal
Wanda understands that some days, full meals just are not doable, she knows that’s okay. She reminds you of that. So for those days, she keeps your favourite yummy snacks within reach. She places a couple on your bedside table, a couple on the kitchen counter, a couple on the coffee table in the living room and couple in the refrigerator for when you need the coldness. Wanda also places one in her own handbag—she would put one in yours but you don’t carry one. Wanda really does think of everything when it comes to you.
⊱ Educates themselves thoroughly
Both Wand and Nat throw themselves into books and research papers about autistic women and their sensory processing issues, especially when it comes to your food—related texture aversions, because they see how much you struggle, they want to be able to not just help but to understand what it’s like for you. They don’t just flick through, they go deep into the research. Their love and fire to protect and support you in every single way is what drives them to find out as much as they can.
⊱ Becomes Reader’s Sensory Advocate
Nat is your sensory advocate. Especially when it comes to people like Tony, or others who may not fully understand and can be incredibly judgmental—Nat becomes your quiet but loud defender. She is very protective over you, she explains things firmly, there’s no shame or unease, she shuts down the rude dismissive comments who don’t care to understand. Nat tries and educate them before sending them packing. She doesn’t ever let them get to you.
⊱ Adapts Mealtimes—No Pressure, No Judgment
Wanda never ever pressures you into eating. If you eat one thing or skip a meal, she respects that. She only has a rule of you must eat something, and if it’s just a safe snack that’s okay, because she knows some days will be like that—it will be more about you feeling safe than eating.
All meals are filled with understanding and she’s always guided by you.
⊱ Builds a “Safe Food” List Together
Both Wanda and Nat sit down with you, the three of you work out a full list of safe foods, to accommodate your sensory and texture struggles. You add foods that make you feel good, taste good, ones that make you happy, ones that give you comfort. This list stays on the fridge and Wanda and Nat are on top of it ensuring these foods are always stocked and available in the house.
They go through it with you every week to check if anything’s changed, and if it has they make the necessary adjustments to the list without judgment—just care.
⊱ Has a Zero-Tolerance Policy for “Just Try It”
Sometimes people don’t understand or don’t listen to your boundaries and needs—so when people try telling you “oh come on, just one bite? It’s not a big deal” or “you’re so fussy. It’s too much.” Nat always steps in, she arch’s an eyebrow, folds her arms, taps her fingers—eyes laser sharp on the commenter making them wish they never let the words slip from their lips in the first place. Your needs always come first to Nat.
⊱ Celebrates Small Wins
If you try a new food, even if it’s just one bite, and you make progress even the small steps, Wanda always sees, she notices every little thing you do. But she doesn’t make a fuss not in the moment and not in public, she just gives you a proud glance, a gentle hand squeeze. And when it’s just you two? She whispers “I’m so so proud of you darling. You did amazing.” And if you couldn’t get through it she’ll whisper “you tried, that all I can ask for, it’s all you can ask for and you did it. That’s an achievement.” Wanda would then give you the softest smile closely followed by light forehead kiss—a reminder that you did so well.
⊱ Encourages Self-Advocacy
Wanda and Nat are always going to be protective of you, but they are also people who will encourage you—not forcing, but with gentleness, understanding and a boat load of patience. They helps you to advocate for yourself, to be able to say no to meals or food or textures, and help you find strategies that help with it all if gets too much, which it often does.
⊱ Carries Emergency Snacks
No matter when you need them, Nat always has a safe food snack, tucked away in her pocket—just in case. Whether you’re attending parties, meeting friends, or just going for a simple walk. Nat always makes sure you have something safe to eat at arms reach, matching it with your favourite drink.
⊱ Wanda always cooks you home-cooked meals
Previously people who always pushed your needs aside, they never took you seriously or were just dismissive about your needs calling you “too much” but Wanda? No. She never does that.
After finding out that for years you lived off takeout, microwaveable meals and toasties she steps in with care and love and puts in the work.
It’s not easy, and it takes time but Wanda takes that time.
She learns what textures are a hard no, which are a maybe and which are good and safe. She makes everything from scratch, for her, you’re never too much—and when Wanda hosts dinner party’s, like she often does, she always makes a separate meal for you or makes the meals that include only textures you like.
You could honestly watch her cook for you every day for the rest of your life. It’s a love language you’re not used to receiving. But you find a peace in it, something you unexpectedly always needed.
Do I care that it’s only November 1st? No, no I don’t.
-Claudia and Johnny used to love Christmas as kids, but Claudia stopped celebrating it after they fell out and left home, while Johnny was famous for his big Christmas parties during the high of his career, but secretly missed how he used to celebrate it with Claudia
-now that they have made up tho, the Carltons are definitely planning to celebrate it together this year
-among the Lin Kuei, holidays weren’t banned, more of like barely celebrated as they were viewed as “distracting” towards being trained to protect earthrealm, so some would exchange some gifts for Christmas but that was it
-in the Shirai Ryu tho, they go a little more festive for Christmas, and Tomas actually convinces Kuai to put up and decorate a Christmas tree
-there actually is a Christmas equivalent in Outworld! It is called “The Feast Of The Winter Moon” and unlike on earth, a blue moon is extremely rare in Outworld and only happens once a year, on the day that corresponds to Christmas on earth
-Outworlders would exchange gifts on this day, eat to their heart’s content, dance and drink until they fall down, the feast is known to go from starting early in the morning and ending not until the next morning
-Ashrah, being from the Netherrealm, had no idea what The Feast Of The Winter Moon was and when Syzoth first introduced it to her, it actually became her favorite holiday
-The Feast Of The Winter Moon actually does have a mistletoe equivalent! And does Johnny use it? Yes he does! Does this end with him probably getting injured? Yes, absolutely!
-The Feast Of The Winter Moon also consists of a one giant feast in or near the Palace for the residents of Sun Do, one of the few times where the public gets to enter or be near the royal residence
-Kung Lao, Johnny, Min Le, Claudia and Tomas are all “Christmas music right after Halloween” and Kuai Liang and Kenshi are strictly “no Christmas music until December 1st, and Raiden doesn’t really care
-Claudia and Johnny start a tradition where they do a livestream on Christmas Day, leading many people to speculate they were dating (as the world had no idea they were siblings) and when asked about it, Johnny is just “can’t a guy hang out with his sister in peace?” and the internet loses their minds
-I’d like to think that Liu Kang and Geras have their own little Christmas Day celebration, just a little breakfast together, something simple
Summary: After that happened, now what?
Three lovely people requested for a part 2, so here it is! Thanks so much for all the support I’ve been receiving <3
P.S- I love how I’m getting a lot of Regulus Black requests like yes, I love that man and will write every single one of them. Regulus Black fic a day keeps the sorrows away. Requests are open btw so come by!
Part 1 here
Something sweet. Lingering memories of holding someone. They came and went through his mind, quick as lightning and just as bright. He hasn’t woken up yet, and he could already feel the nausea combined with his throbbing headache.
All of it vanished when he felt a pressure on his body, something a bit heavier than his usual bedsheets. He opened his eyes slowly and saw you leaning against his chest, still fast asleep, still clutched onto his body like he was something to never be let go.
He should have felt surprised first, but the pang of admiration he felt for the lady beside him made him think something along the lines of - Merlin, she’s gorgeous.
Then his brain fully woke up, and it went to full Regulus Panic Mode.
Him, you, tangled sheets, one whole damn night.
What the hell happened last day? He thought frantically. Why are we in a bed? We obviously didn’t do anything, we’re both fully clothed. What did I drink? Did anyone see us? Why is she cute? WE ALREADY ESTABLISHED SHE’S CUTE. CAN YOU FOCUS, YOU LOVESICK FOOL!
Regulus Black doesn’t externally freak out. Why? Because he’s Regulus Black. The dramatic genes seemed to have been dumped to his brother anyway. His brother- why did he remember something about hugging his brother?
He looked at you once more, his heart dancing in a rhythm he knew he could get used to. He imprinted the memory of you sleeping in his arms — your scent, your light breathing, the peaceful smile on your face — he hoped he’d remember it all forever. But for now, he quietly pulled himself away from you, making sure you don’t wake up.
Once he was out of bed, he nearly had a heart attack when he saw Rosier sitting opposite to Regulus’s bed, his mouth open. He looked like he’s been there for a while.
“What are you doing? You scared the hell out of me!” He hissed quietly, nudging Rosier to go to the hallway.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t staring at you two the whole night.” Rosier said, the shock on his face not quite washed off.
“I hope not, that’ll be really creepy.” Regulus slowly closed the door of their room and stood before Rosier, not knowing what to explain. The hallway was empty, a few kids scattered across the place, possibly running late. Both of them were way too late to even attempt talking about going to class.
“You’re just going stand there while I try to read your mind?” Rosier asked. “I was late ONE day, and you sleep with L/N.”
“I didn’t sleep with her. I just slept with her.”
“Thanks for clearing that up.”
“No, I didn’t do anything. We were at a party and,” he squinted his eyes, confused, “she accompanied me back. Merlin, I think I asked her to stay. Oh no, no, no, please do NOT tell anyone.”
A different kind of panic swept over him. The rumors were one thing. Proving them right was his deathtrap. Someone will tell his mother, who already hate L/Ns because they were so close to Potters’ and everything they stood for. Not only his house, everything within Slytherin would break away. People like Lucius wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to take revenge on his enemies and sleeping with Y/N L/N — the girl who once punched him in the face — was an instant way to be his enemy.
The sick part was the wannabe Death Eaters know nothing they would do to Regulus would shatter him as much as hurting Y/N herself. And that was a possibility he didn’t want to entertain. The whispers of Dark Lord through the corridors were treated as a myth. So far.
But most Slytherins knew a war was coming. And they sure as hell were preparing for it. Admitting he likes a blood traitor wouldn’t go so well for Regulus. They’ll cut him down, as if he was a rotten tree just taking up space.
It all now rested on the hands of Rosier.
“Please.” Regulus was practically begging now. Rosier gulped, looking distraught.
“Someone came by before you woke up. A girl from 1st year. She said Sirius Black — the brother you seemed to hate till last day — said that you should meet him in the library in an hour.”
Regulus paled under his questioning glance but he couldn’t help asking for more details, “An hour from now?”
“No, an hour from when she came here.”
“And when was that?”
“An hour ago.”
Regulus cursed under his breath and prepared to rush to the library, then stopped, remembering Y/N still being fast asleep.
“I’ll make sure no one sees her.” Rosier said, surprising him.
Do not trust him. Do not trust him. Something said inside Regulus’s brain, but he needed space. He needed to think. He needed to see his brother.
“If you hurt her-”
“You’ll kill me, got it. How romantic.”
“No, she’ll kill you herself and I’ll stand watching.” He snapped.
He knew the smart option was to wake her up before he go. But then she’ll ask questions and they’d need to talk about what happened. He can’t say he was hopelessly in love with her, not when there were complications in the form of Death Eaters involved.
Rosier rolled his eyes. “Just for this day, Black. We all slip. But if I ever hear about this girl again, I’ll have to confide in our dearest friends.”
Regulus refused to break his intense glaring, but he had to go.
-
“Almost thought you’d forget about how we made up last night.” Sirius smiled awkwardly. Regulus didn’t miss how relieved he looked to actually see him too.
“I messed up.” Regulus sat opposite him, his eyes wild.
“Good morning to you too.”
“I’m serious, and if you make the Sirius joke, I will strangle you here and now.”
Sirius held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, what happened?”
“Y/N.” Sirius noted how his voice automatically turned softer when he said her name. “She stayed the night. We just slept. I don’t know, Rosier saw us and I freaked out-”
“You slept with my Y/N?” Sirius’s mouth fell open. “My bestfriend? Her? That is a disgusting image to put in my head.”
“We just slept.” Regulus retorted. He explained what happened and watched his brother get more alarmed by the second.
“Let me get this right. You like Y/N. You asked her to stay the night, but now you left her alone with Rosier for company? The same Rosier you didn’t want to know about any of this?”
“Like I said, I don’t make the best decisions under stress.” Regulus sighed. “I just don’t want to tell her how I feel.”
“Why not, for all the gods above?” Sirius sat up straighter. “If you think she doesn’t like you, you’re stupid. You asked her to stay the night. She did. She was the one sober. It’s a good sign. And I know Y/N. If you’re not the type of person she’ll date, wouldn’t I tell you so?”
“Is that why you were so surprised when you saw us together last day? Because I was exactly the type of guy she’ll date?”
“That’s neither here nor there.” He waved it off.
“I can’t tell her. I don’t know what I’ll do if she says no.” He sounded so broken, that Sirius instantly melted inside. He hasn’t seen many vulnerable moments from his brother.
“I still can’t believe you’ve never properly flirted with her.” Sirius shook his head in mock disappointment. “Are you even my brother?”
Regulus rolled his eyes. Now that he was going to see Sirius a lot, he’s going to have to get used to his dramatics.
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Coward. Fucking coward. You thought repeatedly, waiting for the Slytherins to reach the door. He’s been ignoring you ever since that night. You had woken up to find Rosier - Rosier the Meanie - handing out a cup of tea to you. You were mostly certain it was poisoned.
You tried to talk to Regulus later that day, but he was nowhere to be seen. When you finally saw him in classes, he said he was busy and that he could talk later. The next few days followed the same pattern.
Now the both of you were in Transfiguration, him on the farthest side with other Slytherins and you standing impatiently against the door. The class was over but they seemed extremely slow.
“Regulus.” You grabbed his wrist when he came, because you were sure he would have pretended not to hear you otherwise. He didn’t seem startled but his eyes shifted from you to his friends, who were all looking at you with malicious eyes.
“I’ll be right back.” He told them and went back inside the empty classroom with you. The friends weren’t gone - they looked onto the scene from outside the door, under the disguise of waiting for Regulus.
“What?” He asked shrewdly, his eyes on anything but you. His tone made it clear that he wasn’t interested to talk, but you had to. He was your friend, and you couldn’t lose him over one stupid night.
“I hope you choke on boogie flavored Bertie’s Botts.” Not a great start, but points for trying.
He let out a sigh, “I don’t know what you are talk-”
“You have been ignoring me like the plague!” You shouted, not caring if anyone heard. “I thought you’d be grateful because you’re on friendly terms with Sirius again! But instead, you ignore my existence like I did something wrong!”
“You did do something wrong!” He yelled back.
“If you’re referring to me staying the night, you’ve got a lot of nerve. You were the one who asked me to stay. You.”
“But you stayed.” His voice turned to a whisper. “You were supposed to say no.”
“Why?” You asked, scoffing. “You’d rather face rejection and pain because you’re the great Regulus Black, who feed off his sorrows?”
Regulus didn’t reply but he stood his ground.
“You’re a coward.” You went on talking. “Maybe you like me. And that scares you. Not because you think I’ll say no- I think that’s just the excuse you’re telling yourself. You’re scared I’ll say yes and then everything would get complicated. You’d have to choose between me and your family. Me and your friends. Me and everything you’re supposed to stand for.”
Each word hit him like a train. He couldn’t deny them, could he? All of it was true.
“You forgot one thing.” You took a step forwards, your anger getting ahead of you. “Not wanting to make that choice already says you chose them, Black.”
“No.” He was firm. “I think you’re making up things and if we could just talk-”
“I’m tired of talking when no one’s listening to me.” You interrupted. “But yes, we can settle it here and now. Regulus Arcturus Black, you may be a coward, but I am not. Do you want to go on a date with me? A proper date? If you don’t want to, you’ll still be my friend, no matter how awkward things could be.”
He was stumped. When he fantasized about all the feelings finally coming out, this wasn’t what he envisioned. Not in this sad, empty classroom with Rosier, Lucius and other Slytherins’ observation.
But you were looking at him, demanding an answer. Break down your walls Regulus, you seemed to taunt, you know you want to.
He can’t say yes. He can’t say no either.
Like he once said, he didn’t make the best decisions under stress, so he took a deep breath, looked at his friends, thought fuck everything and stepped forwards, pressing his lips against yours before he would change his mind.
Your heart started beating in a not-so-normal way, and all you could think was - wait, this is happening. Regulus Black, the boy you were hopelessly in love with, was kissing you, his lips soft but urgent against yours. Your hands found their way to his hair, and you pulled on it. How many times have you thought about doing that? How many times had you stared at him a bit too much when you thought he wasn’t aware?
He broke apart hesitantly.
“Yes.” He whispered against you and your face broke into a huge grin. He had never been so close to you when you smiled, and the sight only made his heart swell. He chose a lot of wrong decisions in his life, but this wasn’t one of them.
Both of you looked at the Slytherins, who looked like Regulus cheated on them.
“Staring is rude.” You said, looking at Lucius. “Unless you want to be punched again?”
He ignored you. Rosier was the only one who didn’t look angry, but disappointed. He looked at Regulus like he was dying.
“You chose this, Reg.” He said, gritting his teeth. “Remember that. Your brother, the blood traitors, the mudbloods. You chose this.”
He practically stormed away and the rest of them followed him with bemused faces. When you met Regulus’s eyes again, it was filled with worry.
“C’mon, it’s not a big deal. We can take care of them.” You said quickly.
“What if they hurt you?” He asked quietly.
Your smile grew wider, an evil glint appearing in your eyes. “Then I hurt them.”
He let out a small chuckle and you felt yourself relax.
“We’ll burn that bridge when we come to it.” You said, putting your hands around his neck.
He rested his forehead against yours, and his eyes slowly closed. He seemed to be relaxed too.
“And we’ll burn it together.” He whispered back.
“Together.” You repeated, smiling.
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I don't know probably because Zemo is an annually charismatic villain and i don't give a damn, this guy loves to take care of his body and why not do it with his loved one?
Anyways
In this headcanon Zemo is in the company of an avengers!reader, and it will be a spicy love / hate relationship
Arriving at his luxurious home in Riga, Zemo decides to take a bath and so begins to prepare a tub full of hot water and foam.
All very quiet except that the baron comes out of the bathroom to be able to prepare a glass of whiskey to drink during the bath, thus leaving his tub unattended.
And what could happen wrong, if not you, who are too tired from Madripoor's last escape, decide to take off your clothes and slip inside?
On his return Zemo surely finds himself pleasantly surprised, of course, relaxing in hot water with foam and scented essences with a nice glass of whiskey is one thing, but finding a girl as dangerous as you are in it is an aphrodisiac dream.
"Well, well this was really unexpected Agent Y/N"
"jESUS FUCKI-" you almost have a heart attack as your face turns red with embarrassment.
For a moment, you thank the foam that cover your body except for your face up to your collarbone.
Zemo on the other hand is leaning with one shoulder on the door jamb with only the bathrobe on and in his hand a glass of whiskey that is brought to his lips while drinking a sip, while his gaze seems to penetrate you deeply.
"STOP STARING AT ME, YOU PERVERT! GET OUT OF THIS DAMN BATHROOM!"
"... My apologies, but it was you who stole my bathtub and my much agonized bath-time" he justified himself without even getting upset and staying where he was.
Oh....oooh! So he wasn't prepared for you? Well ... shit.
"Although ... sharing a moment of relaxation with you wouldn't be so bad" he admitted tilting his head, with a small, thin, sly smile.
"I hope you're joking!"
"Listen, we don't have much time to give ourselves a respite after Madripoor, that's my tub and I'll go in to take a bath, after all it's my house, my rules"
"Well ... then I get out of the tub with pleasure!" you answered sourly, while Zemo's smile grew with satisfaction as he pretended to inspect the bathroom.
"But, I don't see any bathrobe for you anywhere, if you came out of the tub now, well ... I would see you naked and in all your dangerous beauty, agent Y/N"
You opened your mouth to say something, but then you closed it again feeling your cheeks flush, you don't know if it was from anger or shyness.
Well, after all, Bucky and Sam weren't home yet, so in case you and the freaky one would share the tub, no one would know.
"... Okay, come in" you said half-mouthed and pouting as an enthusiastic Zemo approached you victoriously "BUT! Put on a pair of boxers, I don't want to have you naked and stuck to me" you said stopping him by placing a hand ahead of its direction.
The baron seemed to think about it and then with a shrug he said: "As you wish"
And so here's how you found each other within a few minutes:
Zemo was sitting with his back to either side of the tub, his arms tied the marble rim with his glass of whiskey in his hand, while his head was tilted back with what looked like a cotton towel on the sides. eyes and forehead;
You found yourself with your back turned to his chest, while you were intent on reading a magazine to be able to kill time and not to think that you were literally stuck to your enemy.
the silence in that room was religious to say the least were it not for Zemo who occasionally hummed to his lips some song unknown to you.
"I know you like being close to me, no matter how much you want to deny it ..." Helmut said in an almost disinterested tone as he took a sip of his whiskey, waiting for your nervous reaction.
"I beg your pardon?"
"If you really didn't want to be with the enemy, then you should have killed me with your bare hands if you dared enter the tub" he explained as his hand tapped on the marble edge of the tub, catching your attention "But you didn't, so you like me, agent Yn and there is nothing that can help you deny it"
"Think of it as you like ..." you commented sourly, trying to go back to reading, but his hand gently took the magazine out of your hands making it slide to the ground "Ok you know what? You think you are a really charming man Zemo, isn't it?! Well, know that I wouldn't date a man who has your FANTASTIC dancing skills” you said with the intent of hitting a possible fragile spot of his ego.
Even if you turned your back to him, you can also just imagine him opening his eyes a bit stunned as he took the towel off his face with one hand to get a better look at your back.
"I really don't know what you're talking about" he said in a mock vague tone as you shook your head.
"Do not fall from the clouds, I saw you in Madripoor, confronting Iron Man with his robotic suit moves better than you if he were dancing, Baron" you said with a mocking tone and an evil chuckle.
Zemo seemed almost not to react or ignore you for a moment, but then you felt his lips brush your ear and his warm breath make his skin crawl.
"Mmmh what a rude girl, you not only stare at people in secret, but also make fun of them" his free hand gently grabbed your wet lock of hair, placing it behind your ear and casually, his knuckles brushed your warm cheek "And then I would be the degenerate, mh?" he asked in a mischievous tone, noticing that you did not move away from his touch.
"At least I don't stare at naked people" you tried to defend yourself
"Oooh no, you're even worse ..." he whispered bringing his lips to your hair "I think it was you who put yourself in this position, and you don't seem to mind the attention I'm giving you now ...." he explained, remembering your guilt "...are you sure you're not convincing yourself that you don't like me, agent Y/N?" his tone seemed to hypnotize you with every syllable, it seemed really difficult and to remain lucid.
His thin lips slowly approached your neck, kissing it with extreme delicacy, up to the back of your ear.
"I'd like to ask you if I'm wrong, but ... I know you'd be too proud to admit defeat" she whispered as her fingers caressed the stretch of your collarbone, up to the contour of your shoulder "It's probably this stretch of yours that drives me crazy"
By then you were too confused to think straight about Bucky and Sam and their opinion. After all, a little bit of unleashed sexual tension wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
Turning around and thus straddling his lap, you put both hands on the edge of the tub, to get close to his lips and capture them in a passionate kiss.
The man at first glance let out a surprised moan as his hands gripped your hips tightly, trying to put you back in your place.
Your fingers meanwhile slipped on his hair, always damned in order, as they grabbed some locks so they could pull him more towards you.
You walked away for a few moments to catch your breath, but not before Zemo had given up on the urge to catch your lower lip between his teeth, then let it go slowly.
His face had an expression of full enjoyment, after all he always got what he wanted in one way or another.
"Now try to tell me you don't want me, Y/N" he whispered to you, licking his lips.
