#peter is a bean

[b00bconnoisseur]

I hope you're doing well <3

Hi peter!!!!!

Im doing okay :) i missed you!!! I hope youre okay as well, how've you been?

[bundibird]

Biden has only been in office for a day and he's already done so much more than trump did in 4 years. The absolute relief I feel right now is astronomical

Hes been in office for a few days now which tells me how long this poor ask has languished in my inbox, sorrrrryyyyyy. WHY does tumblr not notify me of things

Anyway yes 1000% agree. I woke up the day after he was sworn in (which was, like, around 4 am my time) to the news that a) the process had happened without incident, and b) that he'd already done a bunch of good stuff straight off the bat -- hit the ground running and undid a bunch of trump bullshit right away -- and I literally sagged in relief. Like, my whole body just...... went limp with relief. And the scrolling banner down the bottom that said "Trump departs the White House for the last time" almost made me cry tears of literal joy.

Anyway, obviously there's still work to do, and america was broken even before Trump got into the hotseat, so there's a lot of repairs needed across a wide range of areas, but gosh. Thank GOD Trump is out and Biden is off to a strong start. Thank God.

[pogokitten]

Happy ffwf!! What is the fic that completely broke your heart?

Thanks Happy FFWF!

This is a hard one. I cry over movies and books and fics so much tbh. I’m a huge empathetic sap. One of my books has been cried on by me so much some of the pages are stiff from all the tears of re-reading.

And okay so this fic didn’t make me cry really, but holy shit did it break me. I actually had to stop reading fic for almost a week. I don’t have the link to it on hand, but it was for BBC Merlin. I think the title was something about either promises or being in the dark. But it was like an 8k psychological horror angst fest and very well written and it broke me.

Aside from that any fic were Peter is feeling angsty and left out because of Morgan makes me tear up. I really feel his abandonment issues.

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Hi love! Could you please do a super domestic fluffy natasha x reader where one comes home from a rough mission and sees the other waiting up for them in the kitchen and reader gets natasha to slow dance with her? Thanks so much!!! Xxx

Dance with me - N. Romanoff

Can I just say, I adore this request. It’s so cute and I hope I did it justice!! I’m so soft for my adorable Russian assassin and the idea of her being so fluffy with somebody warms my heart.

Hope you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Natasha had been on a mission for nearly three weeks.

Her and Clint had been sent to Russia to investigate some extremist movements that could be harmful to the citizens of Russia, and as Y/N had been nursing a fractured shoulder, she was sidelined.

Her and Nat had been partners since the day she arrived at the compound, almost a year prior.

Their relationship developed slowly, as both women had been raised to ignore any and all emotions.

Fury specifically placed them together because of their shared history of the red room.

Y/N graduated a few years after Natasha had taken her place in the world, and their paths had not crossed until the former was recruited by Fury.

This mission specifically, took its toll on Natasha. The redhead hated returning to Russia.

She hated the memories, she hated the threat of somebody recognizing her. She hated the possibility of running into a former classmate. And she hated the effect that the knowledge of her mission had on Y/N.

They hadn’t been able to communicate for the entire time she had been gone, and Nat wanted nothing more than to see her girlfriend.

Y/N wanted to go on the mission with Nat. She argued that the best person to go would be the two Russians, but her shoulder halted her plans.

She had been training with Wanda when it happened. The little witch was getting sneakier with her powers and accidentally sent Y/N flying into a wall.

Bye bye missions for a while, Y/N was forced to say.

Nothing filled Natasha with more joy after a long mission than going to bed in the arms of Y/N, and she longed for that every minute of the plane trip home.

The mission went sideways before they left, and they were forced into an altercation which resulted in a busted lip and cracked rib for Natasha and a sprained wrist and dislocated knee for Clint.

All Nat could think about was her beautiful girlfriend.

The way her eyes lit up whenever she told a joke that made people laugh. The way she danced to herself whenever music was in the background, even if she didn’t like the song.

The way she made the assassins heart pound like a teenager.

Natasha hadn’t felt such happiness in a long time, and she adored every minute she spent with Y/N.

The quinjet landed at exactly 3:56AM, and Natasha was the first off, Clint trailing behind on his crutches with a pained expression on his laughing face.

“Oh, don’t mind me. I can walk. All good, you go ahead and see Y/N,” he laughed, shaking his head when he received the finger from Natasha. “You big sap.”

“Bite me, Barton,” she smirked, half turning to shoot him the expression before she started into a light job to her room.

Now, the room she shared with Y/N.

The green eyed woman threw the door open, a wide smile on her face as she expected to zero in on the sight of her girlfriend curled up in bed with one of Nat’s shirts on.

Instead, the light from the hallway illuminated a portion of the queen sized bed, and Natasha’s eyes caught a note.

‘Couldn’t sleep waiting for you. Making pancakes :-))))’

Nat couldn’t help the toothy grin that forced its way into her face.

Holding her side, and walking at a pace she usually reserved for missions or training, Natasha bolted to the kitchen.

Finally, she was met with the sight of Y/N perched on one of the many stools, leaning over the counter and scoffing down a stack of pancakes drenched in chocolate syrup.

Y/N’s face broke into a smile at the sight of the woman, and she left from her seat to crush her body in a hug.

When Natasha tensed up, Y/N pulled back and eyed her with concern.

“You’re hurt.” It was more of a statement than a question. Natasha often enjoyed hearing Y/N speak. Her Russian accent was still thick, after her recent departure from the mother land. “What happened? Broken ribs? Hurt shoulder? Neck? Head?”

Y/N began surveying Natasha, prodding at her ribs and shoulder and inspecting her face.

“I’m fine, darling,” Natasha reaffirmed. “A cracked rib and a busted lip. More importantly, why aren’t you in bed? It’s the middle of the night.”

“Can’t sleep without you, you know this,” she said, tilting Nat’s face around to inspect her split lip.

Nat sighed in content, feeling Y/N’s hands inspect her face for any bumps, or bruises, or cuts.

She watched as Y/N pulled an ice pack from the freezer and placed it gently on Natasha’s lip to help the swelling.

Minutes went by, and they sat in a mix of comfortable silence and random chatter.

They felt as if they could discuss anything with one another. Natasha was the first person Y/N opened up to at the compound, and that led to the most genuine relationship either of them had shared.

Y/N’s favourite piece of music, De Bussy’s Claire De Lune played through the kitchen speakers, and without warning she gently pulled Natasha to her feet.

“What are we doing?” Nat laughed, through the sound was muffled at first by the ice pack which she quickly set down.

“Dance with me, mouse?” Y/N requested, giving her best doe eyes to sway Natasha.

Nat wasn’t one for dancing. She practiced ballet regularly to maintain her agility and gracefulness, but she didn’t do any other form.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t find it in her to reject Y/N, despite the ache in her ribs and the pain in Y/N’s shoulders.

Natasha pulled her girlfriend close, and the latter fixed Natasha into the position for the waltz. Y/N led.

They danced like that for almost an hour, giggling when one tried to dip the other but failed because of their injuries.

They swayed to the various piano sounds that cascaded from the speakers, and they basked in the ambience of their shared affection for one another.

Y/N rested her head on Nat’s shoulder as the sun rose, flowing in through the windowed walls.

They both knew that very soon, Steve and Bucky would be down from their rooms to get breakfast before training, and Tony would stumble upon from the garage or workshop to get a cup of coffee and read the paper before returning.

They each had a set routine.

The room was still for the moment. Just the two of them in their own little world.

They both needed their sleep, so before they set off to their shared room, Natasha took the chance to inform Y/N of something.

“I love you, darling,” she cooed, watching as Y/N rose her head from her shoulder as they swayed with one another.

“I love you too, mouse.” Y/N pressed her lips to Natasha’s in a soft way, allowing the affection to transmit through the connection.

“Can we go nap now?” Nat requested as they detached their lips from one another. “I’m very tired and I’m dying for cuddles.”

Y/N chuckled, using her good arm to drag Natasha out of the kitchen.

Tony and Peter watched as the two Russians walked hand in hand away from the kitchen.

“I want a love like theirs.”

“Peter, you’re like twelve. Shut up.”

[andromedangel]

SpiderSon & IronDad

Peter: You can't set all your problems on fire

Tony: You’d be surprised about how many things are flammable.

[b00bconnoisseur]

Why are we yelling about sex

I think thats a great question for my lovely gf pdhdgejds. @sadamericanorca why are we yelling abt sex? /lh

[b00bconnoisseur]

How long have you and cam been together?

On the 13th next month itll be 2 years!!! ^^

[b00bconnoisseur]

U and Cams relationship is the cutest thing ever. I die every time I see y'all be cute on my dash UGH YALL ARE GREAT AND IM SO HAPPY FOR YALL💕

AWWWWW THANK U PETE!!!! 🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤

@sadamericanorca 🥺🥺