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hiii i wanted to to tell you that you seem reaaaal nice and if you wan to you could take my idea so basically it's obvi nat x fem reader and we're teaching nat how to crochet at first she's telling us how boring it is and that it's lame but secretly she loves how we teach her and she likes it so some time later she'll crochet us a dino for birthday or anniversary but it will be a bit non-profesional so she thinks we don't like it since its her first real crochet animal so we assure her that we love it and then she sees us sleeping with it at night💓💓💓💓💓

You’re so sweet! It took me a little while to finish this since I’m very busy with college, but here it is! I hope you like it! <3

Birthday Gift

Pairing | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 917

Summary | You will always love Natasha's gifts

"Are you crocheting?"

You look up to see it was Natasha who broke your peaceful little bubble of silence.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Isn’t that for like, old people?” the redhead snorts.

“Hey now, don’t be mean! It’s a lot of fun!” you hit her lightly, not appreciating the way she’s making fun of your hobby.

“Really?” she raises one eyebrow. She doesn’t know if she should ask you more about it, or just leave you be. She does think you look cute, sitting cross-legged on the couch, completely focused on the task in front of you.

“Really! I can teach you if you want,” you suggest, “I promise it’s not as difficult as it looks!”

Natasha contemplates your offer. You do look relaxed, and she honestly could use a hobby that doesn’t involve guns or punching a bag.

“Alright. You can teach me.”

“Really?!” your eyes light up, you weren’t expecting that answer.

You rummage in your bag, that you crocheted yourself, and hand your girlfriend a crochet hook and a ball of yarn. For the next 30 minutes, you try to explain the process to the impatient redhead.

“And this is what you call fun?!”

“Come on, Tasha! You just need to practice a little bit,” you smile, “before you know it you can make your own bags and stuffed animals!”

“I’m the Black Widow, I don’t need stuffed animals,” she mumbles.

You roll your eyes at that, but continue helping her nevertheless.

As much as Natasha hates to admit it, she does think crocheting is quite fun. After some practice, she doesn’t have as much trouble anymore, following patterns and other tutorials. And of course, she enjoys every minute of time she can spend with you when you teach her. She would never really admit that either, though.

With your birthday coming up, and her finally being able to follow a bit more difficult patterns, she decides to make you something. Your slight obsession with dinosaurs has never gone unnoticed by Natasha, and she adores you for it. You already have quite some dinosaur stuffed animals, but she decides to crochet one for you anyways. Unfortunately for Natasha, it turns out a bit more difficult than she expected. She spends hours trying to make the stuffed animal look right, and she almost gave up a few times. She decided against it, luckily, telling herself that if you didn’t like her gift, she could always buy you something else.

After a few days, the dinosaur is finally finished. It doesn’t look professional, far from it, but the redhead hopes it will be good enough for you. She makes sure to wrap the thing in dinosaur wrapping paper, she’s sticking to a theme here, and she plans your birthday breakfast. She can’t spend your birthday with you, much to her dismay, so she hopes the dino and breakfast will make up for it.

“Happy birthday, baby!” she beams, when you walk into the kitchen, still waking up a bit.

“Tasha! You didn’t have to do this!” you blush, looking around the kitchen, “it smells delicious, did Wanda help you?”

Your girlfriend shoves you lightly when you make the teasing remark but admits to it anyways, “she might’ve helped me with some stuff, yeah.”

“Well, thank you. It looks, and smells, great,” you smile, and Natasha swears she could die happy right then and there. It is your birthday, however, so she decides against it.

“I got you a gift too,” she admits shyly, showing you the wrapped-up gift.

“Nat! You didn’t have to do that?!” you exclaim, while accepting the gift, “I love the wrapping paper though.”

“I knew you would.”

Natasha watches you nervously, as you carefully unwrap the gift. She doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up when the handmade stuffed dinosaur is revealed to you.

“Did you make this?” you ask, full of disbelief.

“I did. I know it’s not that good, but I tried-” she rambles, suddenly scared that you might actually hate the gift.

“Natasha, shut up, it’s so cute!” you cut her rambling off quickly, “I love it. Thank you so much!”

You walk over to her and press a kiss on her cheek, showing your appreciation for the gift. The rest of the morning is spent eating your breakfast and talking about what you have planned today. All the while your new gift is proudly being shown off at the middle of the dining table. When Natasha leaves for work you hug her goodbye and whisper once again how much you love the little dinosaur she gave you.

It’s late when Natasha gets back from work. She’s carrying a bag of your favorite food in one hand, hoping you haven’t had dinner yet, and a little birthday card in her other hand. It’s from all of her teammates, wishing you a happy birthday.

“малышка, I’m home!” she calls out when you don’t come greeting her right at the door.

She frowns a bit when she doesn’t see you in the living room or kitchen. She leaves the takeout on the table and walks over to your bedroom, hoping to find you there.

When she does, her heart flutters and she has to fight back some happy tears. You fell asleep, a thin fleece blanket covering you. In your arms you’re tightly clutching the little dinosaur Natasha gave you. Natasha walks over to you and crouches down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

"Happy birthday, pretty girl."

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saturnnat · 1 year

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Taking Care

Pairing | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count | 683, short 'n sweet, just like Nat :D

Summary | Natasha is always glad to come back home to you

Notes | English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors!

It's late, already well past midnight, when Natasha finally arrives home. When she stumbles into the room, she seems surprised to see you.

"You didn't have to stay up for me," she smirks.

You snort, "don't get too cocky now, I couldn't sleep in the first place."

Natasha's teasing smirk doesn't falter but when she makes eye contact with you, you don't miss the concern that flashes in them. You were never able to sleep well when Natasha was away. She hated it, especially when she was away for longer missions. You always told her not to worry, but she did anyways. You close the book you were reading and carefully lift Liho off your lap, much to the cat's protest. You stretch your legs and walk up to Natasha.

"Welcome home, Tasha," you say as you wrap your arms around her.

Natasha sighs, finally being able to relax when she feels your comforting touch.

"Hello y/n/n. Sorry for being gone so long," she whispers as she presses a kiss to your shoulder.

You hug her a little tighter and bury your face in her neck, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too."

Your embrace is rudely interrupted by Liho who loudly meows, feeling left out. You giggle and let Natasha go, taking her in. She looks like... well, she looks like she just came back from a mission. You give her a tired smile as she waits for you to speak again.

"Let's get you cleaned up,"

You can't see any visible injuries but god only knows whatever she's hiding underneath her mission suit. You can only hope one of her teammates made sure to clean up and bandage any wounds. You all but drag her to the small bathroom of your apartment.

Natasha gets rid of her mission suit and carefully sits down on the little chair that you placed in the bathroom, for exact situations like these. The first thing you notice is the white bandage wrapped around her thigh. You frown and quickly scan her for any other injuries. Luckily this seems to be the only one. Natasha catches your worried expression and shoots you a reassuring smile.

"Clint cleaned it and wrapped it up," she says, "you should send him a thank you note, for taking such good care of your girlfriend when you're not able to."

You roll your eyes at her comment but make a mental note to message him, letting him know that Natasha is home and thanking him for making sure she's okay. When you’re sure Natasha doesn’t have any other injuries that require cleaning and bandaging, you get ready to leave the bathroom so she can shower.

“I’ll be downstairs, if you need me,” you mumble and press a kiss to her cheek.

When Natasha gets back downstairs, she smells of cinnamon and roses. Her hair is still damp and her glasses are perched up on her nose. She sits down next to you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” you ask, slightly confused.

“For always taking care of me. You don’t have to, you know, I know you’re tired too.”

“I don’t mind taking care of you, Tasha,” you smile. “I put on a movie for you,” you continue, knowing she always needs some time to relax before she can go to bed.

“You know me so well,” she says, as she presses another kiss to your temple.

Finally being in Natasha's arms again, causes your exhaustion to catch up to you. You're fighting to keep your eyes open. Natasha notices. Of course she does.

"You can go to sleep now, baby," she whispers, tugging you a bit closer to her side.

" 'm not tired," you slur. An obvious lie, that Natasha can see through right away. It doesn't take a trained spy to realize you're lying.

"Sleep," she insists, "I promise we can catch up tomorrow."

You sigh and switch into a more comfortable position, leaning even further into your redheaded girlfriend, "goodnight, Nat."

"Goodnight, детка," she smiles, "I will take care of you now."

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