FRUIT AND VEGETABLES
Natasha romanoff x female reader
Summary: You burn your tongue on something hot, Natasha knows how to help.
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“Son of a bitch” slurping the remainder of your food whilst mumbling in pain.
you had been told that your eating habits were childlike: refusal to eat anything that a bunny rabbit would, no crusts on your sandwiches, hangry and lastly, you don’t think before you actually eat.
So this is how you ended up with another sore tongue, the ramen that let off boiling hot steam now sat in front of you ever so appealing - considering the fact it was now 70% saliva due to spitting the food back inside because of the mouth burning heat.
You see, Wanda loves to cook, it’s her favourite hobby and pass time which is great for everyone - except for you.
The young witch whips up different dishes daily which look and smell divine however yourself, isn’t allowed any.
It’s a rule that fruit and vegetables have to be eaten with each meal yet you couldn’t possibly put such devilish things inside your mouth, you were not going to even try. they turned your stomach upside down, how could anyone eat what the creatures that live on the floor eat??? It was beyond you.
So now it had become a rule and punishment that if the vitamins and minerals remain on your plate, you would no longer be allowed to eat ANY of Wandas meals (this even included dessert, yes apple pie was a big no no).
if you wanted to act like a child you were going to get treated like one.
Therefore, this is how you ended up with a burnt tongue. Instant ramen sounded much more delicious than Wandas English inspired roast dinner anyway, or so you told yourself.
You weren’t totally excluded at meal times, although eating different foods from everyone else you were still welcomed at the dining room table. Now nine times out of ten you would happily sit there, in between the chef herself and your girlfriend Natasha.
Yet today was different, you felt angry towards the group because the dessert of the evening had changed. Originally it was a vanilla cheesecake without a piece of fruit in sight, yet you later found out and only a couple hours before dinner service that the menu had changed to a pineapple upside down cake. Absolutely not you thought.
Since being told that horrendous news you made it known of your annoyance towards everyone. Rolling your eyes at any noise that came out of their two faced mouths, purposely shoving into their shoulders when they were a few inches away and the cherry on top of it all, hogging the television which you didn’t plan on batting a single eyelid to.
that stupid pineapple cake really did ruin your entire day.
The plans of having a group meal flew out the window, as your family sat with plates full of dinner, you remained on the sofa shooting death glares at each and every single one of them - with the pot of ramen.
No, you couldn’t possibly sit with them after the betrayal so instead chose the violent route.
The terrible twos had turned into terrible twenties.
Paying no attention to the delicacy that was about to pay instant karma, you gather a large portion of the noodles between each chopstick and aimed right for your mouth.
As the searing noodles made contact with your mouth a yelp echoed, wincing in agony, swallowing what was left in that bite.
Curse words fell effortlessly of your tongue
Simultaneously, all eyes fell onto you in amusement yet concern. This being a familiar site that they would normally cater to help, however your little temper tantrum throughout the day didn’t help the current situation.
Running your fingers across your rough lips, feeling the irritation rise on the sensitive skin. Eyes welling in tears, streaming droplets fell one by one down your flushed cheeks.
the dining table remained seated, conversations presumed like normal with very little acknowledgment towards the hurt individual that sat before them.
Feeling a soft hand make contact with your damp chin, the delicate grip guiding your face to meet eyes with the only person who mattered right now.
“I know you’re a hardass, but that’s gotta be painful тигр” the women spoke with sincerity, a gentleness you needed in this moment.
nodding in confirmation, she kneeled down to your level, her hands wiping away the salty tears that began to stain their place on your crimson cheeks.
Her soft, vanilla scented lips made sudden contact with your rough, blistered pair.
her tongue gained granted access, covering all corners of your charred mouth. the pain excluded almost immediately, healed by Natasha’s adoration to you and only you.
She pulled away in slow motion, a smirk forming on her face. Your mouth stabilised to a content smile, the dinner that displayed in front of you was much tastier than anything before.
“малыш, you need to learn patience” she said as both hands cupped the width of your teary face “and eat your vegetables” finishing with a playful and teasing smile.
rolling your eyes in slight confirmation, you leaned in again hungry for more of her magical touch.
From now on you made sure to eat your fruit and vegetables, or at least try just for Natasha.
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