#natasha romanoff x autistic!reader

[abbyromanoff]

BREAKING POINT

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x autistic!reader

WORD COUNT: 1811

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, mentions of break ups, happy ending, R has autism, stressful moments, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Nat’s footsteps seemed to be blocked from your ears, your mouths constant quivering being the only of the five senses that could work. You couldn’t stop picking the skin at your nails, causing blood to slowly arise from the flesh. And your fists continued to squeeze the sheets beneath you, but none of this seemed to register through your mind. No, the only recurring thought was the worry, the same worry you had been desperately trying to rid yourself of. After multiple months of therapy, psychiatry, medication, none of it worked. The only person who could help wasn’t you, it was the girl who chose you; your girlfriend.

She was your best friend, your keeper, and your lover. But she wasn’t here, not anymore. The large fight the two of you fell victim to seemed to cause your fall and the astronomical break-up. Nobody saw it coming, you two were a match made in heaven. But that didn’t seem to stop it from happening, and you found yourself desperately trying to fill the hole she left from only a week later. After the separation, Nat found herself arriving in the quinjet as she was forcibly given a mission with her heavy heart. She knew she could do it, but deep down she also knew she couldn’t; it felt like a constant battle between her sensibility and her idiotic nature.

But the entire time there was only one person on her mind: you. Not the enemies, not her teammates, not herself, but you. You always failed to leave her mind, even in times when it was not quite appropriate. She was determined to make it up to you some way or another, she knew she had to be with you again. She was hopeless without you, she didn’t know what to do with herself. But you always seemed to know, and that’s one thing she loved so dearly about you. Now that she was unable to sleep beside you, instead sleeping with the guilt of losing you, she felt lost.

“Y/N?” The voice startled you, your legs instinctively tightening against your chest for protection, your eyes only widening as you saw the woman you wished to see. But you were in her room, with her blankets, and the realization caused you to rush to your feet. You began fixing the bed but felt hands fall to your waist, causing your movements to falter before you quickly picked up from where you were.

“Y/N,” You sighed, and Nat’s frown deepened hearing the crack in your breath. She turned you effortlessly in her hold, her breathing turning ragged as she took in your expression. Your eyes were heavy from the tears and tiredness, your lip was bitten through and had dried drips of blood. Your smile was no longer visible, but she could see deep down how happy you were to be with her, you always failed to hide it.

“Look at me,” When you refused to complete her request, she spoke once more. “Please?” You sniffled before turning to look up at her, your eyes falling anywhere but in line with hers. That wasn’t unusual for you, but she still grew concerned.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” You shrugged your shoulders, feeling as though weights were holding them down. You brought your head to the side again, but she tilted it back with a warm smile. She couldn’t truly smile seeing your saddened look, but she tried for you.

“I don’t know.” You weakly spoke, tears beginning to return to your drying cheeks as you felt your body growing in size. Your entire being felt so heavy, yet you weren’t. You were a normal, healthy size, but you felt as though you weighed ten tons.

“Do you want to sit down? Yeah, just sit, baby, you’re okay.” The nickname sent shivers down your spine, but you were unable to react, only leaning your head against her arms that found your shoulders.

“You don’t need to talk just yet, just breathe with me.” She drew circles on your skin as you watched her lips, your gaze constantly changing but she continued to praise your willingness to follow her directions. Moments later she was sat next to you, and she could tell you were now calmer than before.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shrugged once again, and she chuckled softly. Her lips pressed onto your forehead, and her hand played with your hair while the other drew shapes across your thigh.

“Is it about us?” You shrugged.

“Is it about someone else?” You shrugged.

“Is it about work?” You shrugged.

“I just- I don’t know how to explain it.” Those were the first real words she heard you speak, and hearing your voice brought more relief than she imagined.

“Well, give it a shot and I can see if I understand.” You looked down at your fidgeting hands, a smile threatening to creep across your face as hers laid on top of yours.

“I had this really good plan, everything was all written down and memorized and I- I would’ve done everything and I would’ve been okay and I wouldn’t even have to spend time thinking about something else because I would be so busy. But then my alarm didn’t go off and I woke up late and I just felt so tired. I wanted to sleep and sleep and sleep but I knew I couldn’t, but I didn’t have any energy to get up! And then I went to grab a bowl and- and the dishes weren’t even done like I asked and my favorite cereal was gone so I didn’t know what to eat because I always eat that. And then I had training but there was this constant like, I don’t know, buzzing sound that was like a bug or something and no one but me could hear it, I felt crazy. And Steve just kept talking and talking and then I just snapped and started yelling at him, but I didn’t mean to! And I just ran out and I came in here because your blankets are really soft and they feel nicer than mine and I like to play with them but I realized I can’t be in your room once you came in and I freaked out, I didn’t know what to do.” You released a deep breath when meeting the end of your rant, your posture failing to land straight as you forced yourself not to sob. You were so close, you could feel your throat beginning to tighten, but you didn’t want to in front of Nat, not now.

“You’re always welcome in here, love.” She paused. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, finding yourself unable to speak.

“That ‘something else’ you were trying to get your mind off of, what was it?” You continued to show a lack of response, and she could tell you weren’t going to.

“Was it me?” A small nod came from you after what felt like ages of waiting. She sighed, biting her lip and cursing to herself.

“I’m sorry, I- I know it’s not your fault-“

“No, it is. I’m so sorry, love, I’ve been so stressed lately and I didn’t know how to let it out, one thing about the Red Room is that they don’t teach you how to handle things well unless it involves fists. But that’s no excuse, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you or have let it ruin our relationship. I want to work on this, but first I want to take care of you, is that okay?” You agreed hesitantly, and she soon got to work. She knew you were too weak to bathe, so she planned to help you when you were more energized after resting. She led you to lay down on her bed, putting the blankets over you and grabbing a sweatshirt of hers. She helped you put it on before handing you the stuffed animal you loved so dearly. You had it since when you were a child, and it seemed to be your comfort on lonely and sad nights.

“Is it okay if I lay next to you?”

“Yes, please.” She giggled at your politeness and allowed herself to follow her steps. She asked Jarvis to turn down all lights and shades to create a dim room for you, you always loved having that darkness. The light often hurt your eyes and caused headaches, so she did as much as possible to belittle that.

“How about this: tomorrow afternoon, when we finish eating and training and getting in some work, we’ll take some time to help you work on an easier and less stressful schedule, yeah? And maybe we can ask your therapist if she’s willing to see the both of us for a few sessions, so we can work on anything that’s affecting our relationship. And I’ll be with you every step of the way, I promise.” She held out her pinky, causing you to instantly interlace yours with hers. She grinned, and you let your head rest on her shoulder as your arm went across her stomach. The plushie rested between you two as she left a kiss to its soft fur before kissing your lips in a slow, passionate manner.

“I’m sorry I can be a lot, Natty, I don’t mean to be.” Silence followed before the rustling of sheets was heard, causing you to lift your head while she looked down at you.

“You’re never too much for me, you’re just perfect.” You smiled softly in response.

“Nat?” She hummed, signaling for you to continue. “You’re perfect to me, too, you know.” Her lips turned upwards, and she felt her heartbeat rising as a blush ran to her face.

“I’m glad we can agree on that. Now go to bed, and when we wake up we can have a nice bath and maybe do some coloring?” It was more of a question than a statement, but she knew you’d say yes without a question.

“Can we also finish that documentary? Oh, and our puzzle! Or the Legos! And we can make cookies too, but they have to be chocolate chip.” She chuckled meaningfully, and her eyes began to close as her voice grew deeper as the tiredness from her mission began catching up to her.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart. Like I said, I’d do anything for you, even if it’s cookies and shows and puzzles and legos and coloring and baths.” She led on, causing your excitement to grow. You left a kiss on her cheek before bringing your body impossibly closer to her. Your warmth made her feel a sense of comfort that no one could describe as anything other than pure love.

“Sleep well, baby bear.”

“Sleep well, momma bear.”

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I would like to say before I receive any hate that I personally have autism myself and this is what I personally see as one of my struggles and I thought I’d write it

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[i-just-came-here-for-drugz]

Y/n [completely out of touch with feelings, trying to describe an emotion]: I feel, um, glittery? buzzy. like peeling my skin off?

Wanda and natasha concerned: 😧

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[natsfirecat]

okay so can i request something with autistic!reader where she’s apart of the avengers but no one knows she’s autistic yet and maybe natasha who is her gf and already knows helps her work up the courage to tell the rest of the team, i’m sorry if this doesn’t really make sense i’m not sure how to word it but i’m sure if you did you would write it really well as your writing is amazing :)

The Tism Reveal

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem autistic!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!

A/N: it's been forever since i've written for autisic!r so thanks for sending this in! hope you enjoy! :D

One, two, three, four... tap!

One two, three, four... tap!

One, two three-

"Hey," the voice of the woman you loved snapped your focus back to reality.

"Hi!" You sat up in bed to face her as she walked in the room. You sat with your knees up so you could wrap your arms around them against your chest.

Natasha sat next to you and gave you a small smile.

"Are you doing okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, just tired and socially drained,"

"Steve's expecting you for a meeting,"

"Well he can wait until my social battery is recharged," you said, rolling your eyes and laying back down.

Your girlfriend laughed, then lay down beside you. Her hand slowly crept toward your own. As soon as you felt her fingers brush against yours, you interlocked your hands and turned to face her.

"What if Steve just wants to send me on another one of those missions?" You said, leaning your head into her chest. "I can do missions, but when all the sirens are going off everywhere and he's yelling in my ear, it's just... agh,"

"Have you thought about telling him why you struggle with overlapping noises?"

You sighed, snuggling further into her chest. You then swung your leg over hers and scooted closer, trying to get as close to her as physically possible.

Natasha kissed the top of your head.

"Maybe it would be beneficial if the team knew, so you wouldn't have to be in situations that put you in sensory overload," she told you.

You pulled back from her chest, but kept your arms and legs wrapped around her.

"I don't know how they would react though," you said. "What if they think I'm stupid, or start infantilizing me,"

"Then I'll break off each and every one of their limbs and feed it back to them," she said nonchalantly.

You let out a small chuckle, meeting her eyes.

"Seriously though, I don't know what to do. I'm proud of who I am, including the autism, but I'm hesitant about telling the others 'cause I don't know how they would react,"

"You don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, but I think it could be helpful in the long run if they knew,"

You thought for a minute; Steve would probably have the hardest time understanding. Tony would definitely be more knowledgeable than him, but you couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't start doubting your abilities if he found out. Wanda would definitely be accepting, but you wouldn't want her to start treating you like a child because of it.

But if things went well, you could be sent on missions where your autism would be beneficial, instead of sending you to sensory overload. They would know that they shouldn't yell at you for constructive criticism, as you would definitely take it personal. And maybe they'd understand that sometimes you just need to take extra time for yourself before you can be happy around other people.

"Will you go with me?" You asked.

"What?"

"If I tell the team... will you be with me during it? I just don't wanna do it by myself,"

"Of course I can, detka," 

Just as you were about to get off the bed, you were filled with the urge to kiss your girlfriend; so you did just that. You brought your lips to hers and pulled away just as quickly.

Natasha placed her hand on the side of your face, then leaned down so the two of you would kiss again.

You leaned up on your hands, preparing yourself to get ready to talk to the team. But then again... two kisses didn't seem like enough either. So, you cupped her face and brought your lips to hers once more.

"Well if this keeps up, it might be awhile before we actually leave the room," Natasha pointed out.

"True... but I can always talk to them later! Kisses now, team talk later," you replied with a smirk.

Natasha looked away for a moment, pondering your statement. Then, she leaned in to kiss you again.

"Kisses now," she agreed.

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After more kisses eventually turned into a full blown make out session, it was safe to say that it did in fact take awhile for you and Natasha to get out of bed. But once you did, she held your hand the entire way to the living room.

FRIDAY called the team down at your request, so you sat in your girlfriend's lap and fiddled with her fingers as you waited.

One by one, your teammates began filing into the room and sat on the couch, awaiting your announcement.

So, you took in a deep breath and sat up. Natasha started to stand up with you, but you shook your head no. You still held her hand, though.

"Alright," you began. "After some thought about this, I believe it would be beneficial for everyone if I revealed something about me,"

"We all know you're gay, Y/N," Tony said lightheartedly.

"It's not that," you said with a small laugh. "It's that I think different from you guys, so what works for you doesn't always work for me, and I think it's important for you to know,"

Natasha gave you an encouraging nod, then squeezed your hand.

"I'm autistic," you said.

The moment of silence felt as if all the air in the room was pressing against you and squeezing your body together. You were squeezing Natasha's hand tighter than ever, but she didn't even flinch.

"Okay," Tony said. "What do you need from us?"

The air didn't feel quite as heavy anymore.

"For me, I need you guys to respect how easily socially drained I get; and that it's not about you or anything like that. And when you're critiquing me, I can't tell if you're mad at me so I take it personal, so if you could clarify your tone, that would be helpful,"

Wanda gave you a smile. "Anything to make you feel comfortable,"

"So, what does this mean then?" Steve asked.

This time, Natasha spoke up. "Exactly what she said. She thinks differently, so there's different needs and everyone needs to respect that. And if I find out that any of you aren't doing that, I'll-" you cut her off before she could threaten everyone.

"Yeah, but I'll explain during the moment if I need anything specific to make it easier for everyone."

You still felt a little shaky, but you said everything you needed to and got the message out. So, you sat back in Natasha's lap and leaned your head against her chest.

"Also," you said. "If anyone here supports Autism Speaks then I will see to it that my girlfriend makes you suffer,"

Natasha nodded in confirmation.

Mutters of agreement came from the team, resulting in a small smile from you.

Your girlfriend kisses the top of your head, and a wave of relaxation swept over you; it was okay. Telling the team went better than you could've hoped, and now they'll understand that you think different from them and do what they can to support you.

And yes, Natasha would in fact rip of their limbs and feed them back to them if any of them didn't.

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[sapphosvioletts]

if you do end up writing some blurbs can you write one about an autistic reader who has to deal with exhaustion after masking all day and is comforted by natasha? it’s up to you if you want to make them mother/daughter or whatever you thinks best

also love your writing, i’m glad to see you back on here more now but please don’t feel pressured to write if you can’t :)

i haven't written in a while so i'm a little rusty haha but i tried my best <3

.oOo.

"Hon?" Your mom asks when she hears the front door open and shut, but without hearing your normal greeting. You're honestly just too exhausted and tired to speak.

You slump over to the couch, taking a seat next to Natasha. "Oh, honey" she sighs sympathetically at seeing your exhausted state. She pulls you into her side, letting you just lean against her and hold you.

"Long day, hm?" You nod. She squeezes you tight, giving you the perfect amount of pressure she knows you crave. She removes the bag from your shoulder, and you kick your shoes off as well. "Well I think tonight is a great night for a movie night, nice and relaxing, with your weighted blanket and no pressure at all to mask. I'll make us some hot cocoa, and we'll just cuddle all night. How does that sound?"

You give her a teary smile, nodding. You watch your mom with adoring and thankful eyes as she moves around the living room to get everything we need, humming under her breath happily, a small content smile on her lips. When she catches you staring at her, your eyes full of love and gratitude, she smiles even wider. She doesn't need me to say anything to understand my feelings, and just how thankful you are for her.

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[rebeltombraider]

Sorry for the Wall of Text but hey! List of Future Fics in the works? :D 

Okay so... I've been working on SO MANY stories for a while now (plot bunnies drag me around from one to the next, through new stories, while I still work slowly on my current Ao3 fics), but decided to post a little here about everything (story wise) that's been going on with the fics being mainly worked on! 

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Plot Bunnies Currently Making Me Their Bitch: 

MCU - No Title yet, but is going to be an absolute TITAN of a story and series spanning from around 2007 pre-Iron Man 1 to Secret Invasion, with a lot of changes and a lot of additions (including Timeline event changes, Infinity War being an actual 3 to 4 month long war instead of 24hrs, PIETRO SURVIVES without Clint and the kid dying, Ultron is gonna be a far more badass boss fight with a moment of Avengers going "...Why do I hear boss music?", a handful of characters are going to be added to spice things up) and so much more! OC is gonna be Nat's kid via Red Room science (made in a lab) which will go over more in the fic (also other DNA is Yelena's, however there will be ZERO Nat x Yelena here. it will be Platonic "this is my child so i will cut a bitch if anyone hurts them" sort of parental situation. Yelena tends to be Aro/Ace in my fics being written, majority of the time, though there is an idea for an Ace!Yelena and Kate fic i have in mind, but that's for another story) - (OC -intersex afab- x Wanda Maximoff, and a lot of background pairings) - Inspired by "Smells Like Teen Spirit" version by Malia J, "Set It All Free" sang by Scarlett Johansson, and "Can't Help Falling in Love" version by Haley Reinhart 

MCU - No Title Yet, a possible series of oneshots jumping around of Venom!NonBinary!Reader, Yelena Belova, and Kate Bishop platonic besties spreading some chaos and even possibly accidentally helping couples get together - (Background Wanda x Natasha, Pietro x Steve, Sam x Bucky, Tony x Pepper, Carol x Maria Rambeau, Peter Parker x MJ, Maria Hill x Sif, Thor x Jane) - Inspired by "Oath" by Cher Lloyd ft Becky G, "Born This Way" by Lady Gaga, and "Raise Your Glass" by P!nk 

MCU - Waking Wanda - a Dark started story intro that leads to OC being reborn as Wanda Maximoff (though doesn't get flashes of memories until a young child of around 5ish and it's only enough to sort of let me give a reason for character changes Wanda will have, also no "MCU knowledge"). Story will toe the line with Dark status every so often (Wanda has very little problem being an Antihero right off the bat when around Teenage and that carries on as she ages, and has no problem literally killing to protect, more so when it comes to protecting Pietro). Sort of a test story for Darker writings, but ultimately will have a happy ending because i'm a sucker for happy endings. Technically the OC is just a placebo spark for me to change Wanda up a little for a story idea, and the OC stuff itself means very little beyond those "sparks" to induce change which will butterfly effect over time. (Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, with background Pietro x Sam, Steve x Bucky, etc, etc) - Story was inspired by "Vicious" by Halestorm, and "Sweet but Psycho" by Ava Max 

MCU - No Title Yet, and a smaller fic (and closer to the MCU timeline of stuff, though still plenty of changes and yes, Pietro lives along with Clint and the kid here, too). Will also toe the line with Darker stuff like Waking Wanda will (i'm very fond of writing antiheroes lately...), and OC will have Animal Shapeshifting powers. OC is also a brother to Wanda and Pietro via triplets instead of twins. - (TransMale!OC x Natasha Romanoff, with background Wanda x Darcy and Pietro x Monica) - Story was inspired by "Insane" by Black Gryph0n and Baasik, and "Wrong Side of Heaven" by Five Finger Death Punch 

MCU - No Title Yet, this story will be a fic that doesn't heavily dip into fighting battles at first like the other stories, and instead will be set where Reader will end up in the MCU and steps in where possible (healing ability and also has wings, though you can hide them into a scar on your back) to try to encourage change to bring a bit less pain and suffering to our Avengers. Wanda and Natasha end up dating Reader (triad poly) during Civil War era (bigger changes here, and yes, Reader saves Pietro, there is deff a pattern here for me, i think) after Reader sort of gets pulled in via sticking around after Lagos to heal any wounded (Wanda yeets Rumlow a little more viciously so it clears it just enough to only cause a little bit of roof damage) - Wanda x Natasha x Female Reader - Inspired by "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback, and "Soldier" by Gavin DeGraw 

MCU - No Title Yet, possibly a small series of oneshots about Wanda and Reader being a Soft!Couple, but also has Wanda and Vision being besties, and Reader and Natasha being besties. Literally just a "feel good" series - Wanda x Female Reader (Reader and Nat being Platonic besties, while Wanda and Vision being Platonic besties) - Inspired by "You and Me" by Plain White T's, and "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves

MCU - No Title Yet, set after Endgame. Natasha comes back via Steve's stone exchange, but she's not really healed from it. Scars, recovering from broken bones, and honestly feels lost. While Clint is dealing with Kate stuff (Yelena goes to help him at Natasha's request, and because she's become fond of him like an older brother as well), Natasha meets Southern!Reader who is a friend of Laura's, visiting from Texas (was also a Marine). Reader and Natasha are a bit awkward at first (Natasha because she's still recovering and unsteady from retiring, thus not really sure what she wants to do now, and Reader due to just being a shy awkward person who still doesn't really understand how people "people"). The two end up helping each other. Natasha helping Reader with moments of night terrors spawned from PTSD of war/battles against other humans and other skirmishes with Thanos' army during the blip era. Reader helps Natasha stop pushing herself so hard during her recovery (physical and mental), and start to stop and just breathe, along with the fear of a truly unknown future. - Natasha x Autistic!Female Reader - Inspired by "Stuck In a Moment You Can't Get Out Of" sang by Scarlet Johansson, "Rise Up" by Andra Day, "Shatter Me" by Lindsey Stirling ft Lzzy Hale, and "All I Know So Far" by P!nk 

MCU - No Title Yet. IM SO WEAK for Vera Farminga that it's unreal (dare i say Wanda Maximoff levels)?! That held my existence hostage and spawned this one here, of Eleanor Bishop x Reader. Reader is gonna be Wanda and Pietro's slightly older sibling (Marvel can pry Pietro's survival from my cold, dead hands) and has powers much like Magneto of the X-Men movies, but also cannot be harmed by metal objects, and has a resistance (read: resistance, not immunity) to more extreme cold and hot temperatures, as well as the abilities extending to Vibranium.

Conjuring Universe - No Title Yet. read above about weakness, RIP. Anyway, Reader will be Ed's sister who portrays a masculine build/clothing (and yes, binder! inc history research of binders and what was common and uncommon in that time era). Will happen around the main 3 Conjuring movies, as well as dabbling in The Nun 2 post credits scene (and extended), and the Curse of La Llorona getting a lil bit of a rewrite. 

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[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Three)

Summary: Natasha finds herself feeling protective over you when you have to go and see Doctor Bruce

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Kid!Reader)

Warnings/Content: Red Room references, medical check up, needles, crying, Fury appears, Nat being the biggest softie

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You woke up with a slight panic, the unfamiliar feeling of the sheets over your skin confusing your small brain. You reached out a single arm and folded it over to pull on your cuffs, but they didn’t seem to be there. You peered around the dimly lit room and your gaze caught a larger frame on the floor, sprawled out with curly red locks. So - yesterday hadn’t been a dream? You were still in your fluffy clothes and in the company of the one person who had ever shown you kindness. Almost on cue, Natasha began to stir. She groaned slightly, probably relieving the ache in her neck from sleeping on the floor. You pulled the duvet up to your chin, afraid the woman would see you and change her mind at hospitality she was offering you. When the redhead saw you were awake too, she smiled. So warmly. So calmly. “Good morning sweetheart!” Her soft nature had you itching to smile back “did you sleep well darling?” She asked, you only managed a nod. Natasha peeled herself from the floor and came to sit beside you, she opened her hand towards you “it’s okay, you’re still safe I promise” she could read you so well. You reached your hand out and slotted it into hers. “No chain?” You whispered.

The older widows heart dropped. They still did that? “No, no chains darling, you’re free to leave the bed whenever you’d like” this was so alien to you, but you sucked in a sharp breath and used your feet to push down the duvet and reach your other arm to Nat. She helped you down off the bed “thank you” you said “you’re very welcome, would you like some breakfast?” You couldn’t quite remember the last time you had eaten, and you were definitely hungry “no thank you” you lied. “It’s alright, you can have something to eat if you’d like” Natasha said “bread?” You questioned, “how about some toast?” You thought inquisitively “toast?” You had never heard of it before “it’s just like bread” the agent started “but it’s warm and you can but butter or jam on top” you were defiantly curious now “please may I have toast?” You smiled “of course”

You decided you wanted to have whatever Natasha was having on her toast, and today she chose butter. You watched her every move as she prepared the simple breakfast. “Here we are” she said. It was almost comical how excited you were over such a basic food but Natasha knew your taste buds hadn’t explored much at the red room. “Is it good?” She said “yes! So tasty!” You squealed, making the most noise you had since Natasha met you, she was loving seeing more of your personality. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. “Good morning agent Romanoff!” Fury loudly made his presence known. You slid right back into your shell, not daring to look up from your plate “good morning” Romanoff said. “I’ve set up a doctors appointment for the young one, in an hour at the tower with doctor Banner, I thought you might like to take her there” take you where? To see a doctor? Didn’t Natasha say you were safe? The red head sensed your tension and came to Fury for a quiet word “um, is there any chance doctor Cho could see her? She might feel more comfortable with a female” she said “she’s away I’m afraid, it’s doctor Banner or no one” Fury boomed “he’s just gonna give her a check up and take some blood so we can get some information on her” Natasha felt her blood rising “she’s not a lab rat” she shot at her superior “No. but she is entirely unidentified to us. We don’t even know her name. It’s not to scare her Romanoff, it’s to help her okay. Try not to worry. I understand it’s close to home but I promise we’ll keep her safe” Nick’s words calmed Nat slightly, she still knew you would be terrified but she also knew this was important. Who knew what injury’s you could have.

You followed Natasha’s every instruction. Followed her to the car. Sat silently the whole journey. Quietly followed her into the avengers tower. Of course she was looking out for you, trying to assure you that you were safe but you were still scared. “Okay little one” she said as she came down to your level outside of a white door “my really good friend Bruce is a doctor, and he’s going to have a little look at you okay? He’s going to make sure that you’re well and that you’re not hurting. I promise he won’t hurt you” you hoped and prayed that ‘doctor Banner’ would be a girl, but no, instead it was a man, your biggest nightmare. The door opened to reveal a small hospital room, medical equipment littered everywhere, and everything you were afraid of was clear to your eyes. You couldn’t step foot in there. Silent tears crept towards your eyes and the widow was instantly at your side “hey, hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe I promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time and I’ll protect you, I promise!” She soothed, it worked for a moment and you crept towards the bed “can I lift you up?” Nat asked, you nodded. You sat in a nervous quietness and as promised, Natasha stayed right by your side. The door crashed open. A doctor came in. You whined quietly and leaned towards Nat. She was slightly took by surprise but immediately wrapped her arm around your shoulders, shushing you softly.

“Hi there, I’m Bruce” the doctor said. He had been filled in on the basics so decided to skip most of the small talk. You apprehensively let him check your temperature, eyesight and blood pressure. At the mention of having to look over your body for injury you focused your attention to the red head. “You don’t have to be ashamed of them, remember?” She said, quoting from your conversation last night. While keeping your dignity, you undressed and sceptically let Bruce take a look at you. He took notes, so many notes on his clipboard. He was probably writing down everything that was wrong with you. Banner made the examination as quick as possible, sensing how uncomfortable you were. He was glad to note down that you didn’t appear to have any recent injuries. “Ok” he said “there’s just one last thing we need to do okay. We need to have a blood test to make sure you’re all healthy inside and so we can learn a little more about you” what did they need to know? There’s nothing wrong with you. “It’s just a quick little prick darling. It’ll be over before you know it. And then I can find out your name. I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as my new friend” you didn’t quite understand her, who was she calling beautiful? Bruce tried to be discreet, but as soon as you saw the needle you flipped.

“NO. NO. NO.” You screamed as you pulled away from them both “you say safe! You going to hurt me!” You started crying your heart out. Natasha was taken aback. “Sweetheart it’s okay I promise, we’re not going to hurt you it’ll just be a small prick” her words brought no comfort. You cried and cried. It was happening again. You trusted her and she was betraying you “No! Let me go!” You screamed as arms wrapped tightly around you “I’ve got you darling, I’m gonna keep you safe I promise” Natasha whispered into your ear. You calmed ever so slightly, her voice bringing you comfort. You were to weak to fight her, there was no where to go. Bruce came towards you with a sharp needle. you would tell them anything they wanted to know, anything that would stop the pain walking towards you. Nat’s grip tightened around you, suffocating you in her warmth. The doctor decided this was his only chance. The needle pushed past your skin, sinking into your blood. You let out the most gut wrenching scream, Natasha had to hold back her tears, she knew all to well what you were going through. “Y/N!” You screamed “my name is y/n” your voice was hoarse, like you were swallowing glass “I promise. Please!” it was hard to comprehend but Natasha heard it “y/n” she cooed “it’s okay y/n. Your safe” nothing seemed to stop the pain and memories that filled your little head. The only thing you could do was squeeze your eyes tightly shut, just hoping and praying it would be over soon. all your strength was gone, small whimpers were all you could release.

“Hey y/n, look” her soft voice caught your attention. She pointed over Bruce, on the other side of the room. “It’s all done” she said “you did so well y/n” you continued to whimper into her shoulder for a few moments and although you were hurting, Natasha was loving holding you so close. “Well done y/n. We’re all finished now” Bruce said. The older widow was quick to remove you from such a frightening environment and headed to her bedroom in the tower. The morning had taken its toll on you, you were in desperate need of a nap, but you knew you weren’t allowed one. “Here we are y/n. This is my bedroom, and you can stay here for as long as you need. You hummed in an unsure agreement “would you like to take a nap sweetheart?” Natasha said as she sat you down her bed. “I can have nap?” You said as you rubbed your sore red eyes “of course you can y/n. It’s okay if you’re tired and need a rest” you shyly nodded and crawled up to the pillows with Natasha’s approval. Nat helped to tuck you in all snug and then set off to the door “Natty?” You whined. Her heart stopped, the first time you used her name and it was the most beautiful nickname she had ever been given. “Yeah y/n?” She said “will ou howld me pwease?” You mumbled, already falling to sleep “of course” the redhead wasted no time and climbed into her plush bed with you, you wrapped yourself around her and fell into a deep slumber.

Natasha was too shocked to move. This tiny little person she had known for less than 48 hours had given her so much trust. But Nat knew she was a monster, even if the little y/h/c haired girl didn’t. Natasha was still traumatised by her past, how could she help you deal with yours? She didn’t know the first thing about caring for a toddler, or even about caring for herself. The widow thought of countless ways she could give you a better life, she could take you to an adoption agency, maybe Clint’s family could take you in? But every idea came back to the same thought, she would miss you so much. Natasha couldn’t imagine ever letting you go, she wanted to hold you like this forever. She carefully reached for her phone and dialled her new found friend “Hey Natasha” he answered after a few rings “Hi Clint” Nat said as she took a deep breath “her name’s y/n” Clint smiled, although Natasha couldn’t see it “how’s she doing?” He asked “she’s frightened, scared, afraid, she just fell asleep…” she trailed off “and?” Clint said, already knowing his new partner so well “and” Natasha started “I’m gonna keep her”

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I’m loving writing this series, please please send me any ideas you’d like me to include or touch on!

-Astara🩷

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[stuckymonkey]

Hot But Not Bothered

Natasha Romanoff

Pairing - nat x autistic!reader

Summary - it's a very hot day at the compound, and nat is getting flustered by y/n's distaste for over-warm garments.

Warnings - use of y/n, implications of sexy times, reader has autism and too much confidence to care about the demons that are clothes, fingering, oral

Word Count - 1k

a/n - i love this ship, and i thought this was a fun idea! literally ended up turning into pure smut

masterlist natasha romanoff

Summers at the Avengers Compound could get a little heated, in more ways than one. Today was one of the hottest days of the year and an awful time for the AC to take a very unauthorized break.

I lounged around on me and Natasha's shared floor in barely any clothes. The feeling of warm clothes sticking to my skin no matter what was unbearable. I was breaking a sweat just from sitting on our usually comfortable couch.

No matter how much iced water I drank, or how many cold showers I tried to take, I could not cool down. I had drawn all of the curtains closed, making our living room nearly pitch black, save for the T.V that was currently playing.

"Baby, what do you want for dinner?" I heard her call from the kitchen. "Something cold!" I whined. Her footsteps could be heard as she made her way to where I was sitting, only in a pair of pajama shorts and floral mesh bra. "Hi," I made grabby hands at her, successfully getting her to sit on my lap. "Hi," she breathed, her face heating up in a blush.

She was wearing a black sports bra and capris, somehow. "How are you not dying in these?" I asked, tugging at her pants. She shrugged. Having autism was a gift. My grandmother had told me so and I believed her with my whole heart to this day. But it could also make things very difficult for me, like being warm and wearing clothes.

I had a very specific garment palette: baggy hoodies, jean shorts, leggings. The end. See how shirts aren't included there? I hate shirts with a passion, Nat knows this but it never stops her from getting flustered when I don't wear them.

"You know," I whispered to her, "I've seen every glorious inch of your naked body, and you've seen mine, so I don't know what has you all flustered, kitten." she preened at the name, grinding her hips on mine.

She gasped as she must have rubbed her clit the right way on the fabric of our pants. I grabbed a hold of her hips, stopping her movements. Her wide green eyes flew to mine. "Go make dinner kitten. We can play when you get back." She whined while I have her a wink. Reluctantly she got off of my lap, earning a small slap to her ass, making her moan as she went back to the kitchen.

Because it was dusk now, the air had cooled off and I threw on one of Natasha's old shirts. "Hi baby," she giggled as I placed kisses on her neck from behind. She turned around, leaving the counter to kiss my collarbone and rub my nipples through my shirt. "Natty," I grabbed her hands, once again halting her movements.

"Y/n/n," she whined. "Let me play," she said, smirking after licking her lips. I gently spun her back to the counter where she had ravioli cooking on the stove, one of my favourite comfort foods. "Pay attention to the food Natty." I said. Once I saw that the meal had her full attention, I swiftly pulled down her capris, exposing her bare cunt to me.

"Fuck, Nat." I ran my finger through her glistening folds. Her quickened breaths filled my ears as I kept teasing her entrance. "This all for me, kitten?" I asked. "Yes," she managed to get out, doing her best to focus on the stuffed noodles and keeping her knees from buckling.

"Good girl," I purred as I put one finger in. I felt her lean back on my hand, making the heel of it rub against her clit deliciously. She let out sinful groans as she kept tending to the food. I added another finger, moving it quicker as she started grinding and clenching on my fingers.

"You're almost there, aren't you kitten?" "Yes, please." she moaned into the light of the kitchen. I moved my mouth to her dripping folds, licking around where my fingers were buried inside of her, pumping quickly and curling to hit just the right spot. I sucked on her sensitive clit, getting "Oh"s and chants of "Yes, yes, yes!".

Before I knew it she was cumming on my face. I sucked at her cunt, devouring everything I could before straightening up and letting her taste herself on my lips.

We moaned together, moving our tongues in a dance. "Fuck," she said. "tastes good, doesn't it, kitten?" I asked. She hugged me closer and nodded. "I love you," I said, pecking her lips. "I love you too, dekta."

I filled both of our plates and helped her get comfortable on the couch, taking off my shorts and giving them to her, knowing she didn't appreciate being bare for long periods of time. I, on the other hand, loved it.

I loved this woman with my whole heart and I know she loves me too. The show we were watching soon finished, and I helped Nat set up a warm bath to soothe her muscles while I cleaned up the counter.

After cleaning up the dishes and putting the extra food in containers I joined Natasha in the bathroom. "You were such a good girl today" I whispered. She closed her eyes at the praise. I would have joined her but I knew my body couldn't handle the heat, or the task of drying off and feeling a towel against my skin.

Nat fell asleep in my arms, her skin still warm from the bath. Thankfully by then the AC was back on full blast and I could enjoy a comforting night with my best girl and the love of my life. Also the best thing I've ever tasted, but you get it.

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

Please could you do autistic little!reader and caregiver!natasha calming them down after sensory overload? Maybe with the pet name little spider? Thank you!

Always

|| natasha romanoff x reader

disclaimer ; I am not officially diagnosed with autism but it is suspected. If I wrote anything that is offensive please tell me and I will immediately take it down, my intention is never to offend anyone

notes ; “little spider” ahhh it’s so cute!!!,,,,,(we’re not gonna talk about how self indulgent this one got)

warnings ; autistic reader, sensory issues, implied spider-person reader

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You follow idly as Natasha leads you to the towers yard, completely abandoning the party Tony has going on right now.

You know why she’s taking you away, the lights are far too bright in there, music too loud and scratchy against the record player, people too close together, even the smell of everyone’s colognes and perfumes mixing together was causing your sensory issues to flare up. Tony always tries his best to make things more comfortable for you, which you greatly appreciate, but tonight was just too much.

Your caregiver was quick at recognizing the sensory overload and the slip in your headspace as a result. All the other avengers have an understanding look when Natasha came to whoosh you away from where you stood cowering behind Steve; she had made sure nobody else would be outside before walking you both to the courtyard.

“Come on little spider, sit with me.” Natasha beacons a hand from where she sits on a blanket in the grass, where that even came from is unknown but you graciously take the spot beside your caregiver.

“Do you want touch right now?” Something always swells in your heart when Natasha asks this question, it’s done tenderly, gently, assuring you that no matter the answer she’ll be there.

“Hands.” It’s one of the only ways you can ground yourself properly. Your hand is slipped into Natasha’s quickly, a slight squeeze to your palm as she smiles towards you.

“I hope you don’t mind, I was worried tonight would be a lot since it’s more people than Tony normally has; so I set this up earlier.” She moves to pull a bag from behind her, it’s one you’ve seen a million times, a baby pink color that’s usually filled with Natasha’s personal items and little trinkets she collects on missions.

“I know theres food inside but these are fresher, and your favorite. Oh and some paper you can mess with and a few colored pencils, don’t tell Peter I raided his art supplies.” You giggle watching Romanoff take out each item, a small reusable bag filled with cut strawberries first, then a coloring book, a pad of plain paper, and finally a handful of random colored pencils.

“Thank you Nat.” She brushes off your thanks with a small head shake and squeeze of your hand.

“Always, my little spider, always.”

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[smalls-words]

Lights, Camera, Action!

Summary: Breakdowns are no mother’s favourite thing, but with a child like you, your moms know just what to do.

Pairings: Ma!Natasha x Fem!Autistic!Reader, Mama!Wanda x Fem!Autistic!Reader, Wanda x Natasha (married), Uncle!Pietro x Niece!Reader.

Warnings: Meltdowns, unsolicited touch, men, brief talk of Natasha’s defection.

Requested: YES/no

Words: 2,329

A/N - I am not autistic, but I do have friends on Tumblr and off of Tumblr that are, and I have had to help them through meltdowns and breakdowns, so I put some of my own stuff in here! I also wanted to fit two requests into this one-shot, which are linked here and here. 

credit to beautiful piece of art - jaylerdoodles

You were just a toddler when Natasha found you outside of Dreykov’s office. You couldn’t have been more than a year or two old, crying and crying and crying as you sat on the curb with your fluffy jacket. She looked at her driver, a SHIELD agent, and she darted out of the car to grab you. 

She sprinted back in and gave Clint the all-clear, watching the building go up in flames whilst she was driven away. She lightly rocked you in her arms and you soon calmed down, opening your bright and wondering eyes to instantly trap her in your love.

You grew within SHIELD, following your mother wherever she went with deadly accuracy and an irresistible charm, using the Red Room’s teachings for good, not evil. However, she quickly noticed how you would react to light, certain rooms with faint but constant noises and loud music. She had you tested by a SHIELD professional and they diagnosed you with autism and a sensory processing disorder - and even when you thought Natasha would leave you, she didn’t.

Eventually, time passed and you watched Natasha fall in love with a Sokovian woman named Wanda. She instantly took a liking to you and you to her, spending time with her to watch movies and distract her from the daunting events of Sokovia.

Of course, you also loved spending time with your Uncle Pietro, but you preferred your moms over everybody else. 

Right now, you were with him and waiting for Natasha and Wanda to return from a mission. He had sat you down next to him as you watched one of your favourite movies, the screen dimmed by FRIDAY whilst the music wasn’t too loud to set you off. Everything was perfect, until sirens started blaring above you. 

“Incoming medical requirements. Mrs Romanoff and Mrs Maximoff require medical attention.” 

You covered your ears and Pietro quickly sped to grab your noise-cancelling headphones, a gift from Tony for your 15th birthday a few weeks ago that he worked on tirelessly until they were completely cancelling. Instantly, your world fell into silence as you watched your moms stumble in, kneeling in front of you.

You looked at them with confusion before Natasha began to sign to you. ‘Are you okay?’ 

“ ‘M okay.” You murmured, noticing the doctors coming towards them.

Each of them had a variety of gashes across their body whilst their faces were covered in soot, a small cut to Wanda’s eyebrow that you instantly reached out to touch. Wanda held still and you pressed against it, but she didn’t wince.

‘Honey, has Pietro made you dinner?’ Natasha asked. 

You nodded and held still as Wanda’s magic seeped into your mind, connecting yours to theirs. *We’ll be back soon and then we can finish watching your movie.* Wanda smiled, kissing your forehead softly as she stood.

Natasha hesitated as she saw your eyes follow them, taking your hand and bringing you along as they sat in the infirmary. They each had a doctor working on their wounds, applying bandages whilst your moms held your hands. You liked having their hands in yours, the pads of their thumbs gentle across your skin. 

*Y/N, would you like to go and set up the movie?* Wanda questioned, noticing your mind was on it.

*No thank you.* You answered, waiting patiently with them.

Natasha and Wanda glanced at each other before the doctors discharged them, leading you back to the lounge room where you saw Tony, Steve and Pietro sitting on the couch. 

You watched as Wanda and Pietro conversed before the remote settled into your hands with a few red wisps around it. Natasha knelt in front of you and you eyed her hands as they raised to your ears, giving you a soft smile before she took your headphones off. 

“You’re okay.” She cooed, turning off your headphones as she sat down on the couch. 

Steve immediately sat on the couch chair as Wanda and Natasha took his spot, with Tony saying goodnight whilst Pietro sat on the other end of the couch. You pressed play on your movie and FRIDAY set your preferred settings once more. 

After a while, Wanda and Natasha noticed how you had fallen asleep, curled up into them. The two women who never thought they would feel love found it in each other, but most importantly, they found it in you. 

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A few days later, your moms had healed completely and Tony decided a celebration was in order for the successful mission. Natasha and Wanda gave him a long list of requirements because they wanted you there celebrating with them, so they would do everything in their power to make it happen.

“Music has to be no louder than a conversation, lights can’t be more than 50%, and nobody touches her but us, you and Pietro. Got it?” Natasha asked him.

“FRIDAY, make those adjustments.” He spoke out to the room, watching as everything was set up nicely. 

Wanda and Natasha made their way up to your room as guests started arriving, watching as you slipped your nice silk shirt over your head before clasping a necklace with a combined charm of your mothers’ symbols. 

“Are you ready, munchkin?” Natasha smiled at you and you nodded weakly, alerting her.

She walked over and sat next to you, with Wanda doing the same, and she took your hand in hers. She pressed her thumb into your palm and watched you slowly calm down.

“Y/N, you are our precious little girl. We have made sure that everything is perfect for you and Tony even made you something.” Wanda’s hand glowed before a box appeared in her hand.

She took one of the small chips and pressed them against the skin behind your ear, with Natasha doing the same on your other side. 

“These are nanite headphones that you can wear if things get too loud, and you just press them to make them come out. They’re mostly invisible but Wanda’s magic allows her to be able to see them.” Natasha explained.

You nodded and took a deep breath, taking Natasha’s hand fully as she led you out to the party. The volume was minimal and you kind of liked it, holding your mother’s hand as you went down the stairs. 

You sat by the bar as she worked, serving drinks for the guests and kissed Wanda whenever she came over whilst the Sokovian mother always checked in on you. She didn’t show it, but there was a shield around you whenever somebody got too close, pushing them away subtly. 

“Good evening, kiddo. Shouldn’t you be at home, doing some colouring or some shit?” A man asked you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“Please don’t touch me.” You stated, sipping on your apple juice that Natasha had poured.

“Fair enough.” He backed off, sitting down next to you.

“Please go away.” 

“What? I can’t have a drink and a chat with a kid?” He scoffed.

You pressed lightly on your headphones and they melted over, silencing the room and him for a few moments before he put his hand back on your shoulder. You could read his lips, his argument of you ignoring him going nowhere, and you desperately felt the need to leave. 

Without blinking, you watched a red tendril snake around his arm to his hand, peeling each of his fingers off of you. You felt a familiar hand come to rest on the base of your back and the man was shoved off of his chair by a red force.

*Malen’kiy (little one), you may remove your headphones if you’d like. I’ve made him quiet.* Wanda reported in your mind and you did.

“Why are you touching my daughter when she has asked you not to do so?” She glared at the man.

“I just…” He trailed off, realising his voice was reduced to a whisper. 

“You were just…?” 

“Being an asshole.” Natasha stepped in front of you and shot a Widow Bite at him, making him spasm on the floor.

“Everybody listen up!” Wanda yelled, muffling the sound for your ears.

“If anyone touches Y/N Romanoff-Maximoff, you will face a fate much worse than death.” 

“You will face us.” Natasha growled, turning back to see your hands start to flap.

“Y/N, Y/N, honey, look at Mama.” Wanda cooed, bringing your eyes to hers.

“Deep breaths, pumpkin. In for four, out for four. You can do it, you’ve done it before, I believe in you.” 

You tried, you really did, but everything overwhelmed you. The music sounded like a cacophony in your ears, the lights blinded you and everyone’s voices tipped you over the edge.

“Mama.” You whined, looking up at them both. 

“Mama, Mama, Mama…” Your breathing turned into hyperventilating and before you knew it, everything stopped.

The bar turned into your room, the darkness helping your light sensitivity calm whilst the sound disappeared. You felt pressure surrounding you and you fell back into your mind, seeing red magic swirl around your body and holding you tightly.

“Easy, my little girl.” Natasha cooed, cupping your cheeks before she wrapped you in a tight hug.

You hugged her back, letting the tears fall as you clung to her suit. You heard the soft twinkling of your other mother’s magic before the pressure surrounding you increased, Wanda’s soft hands tickling the skin of your cheeks.

“We’ve got you, honey. We always will.” She assured you, feeling your mind calm further and further.

After about half an hour of constant pressure, you felt the change in your mind snap and you pushed against your moms, who instantly let go and let you move around the bed.

“I’m sorry for ruining the party. I’m sorry for disappointing you and I’m sorry for being a wreck.” You sniffled, only for them both to come into your vision and shush you.

“No, Y/N, you could never disappoint us. And you are not a wreck - you work differently to others. You are a brilliant artist and such a smart girl.” Wanda smiled tearily, hating the fact that you doubted yourself. 

“Remember when you painted Mama that really nice sunset?” Natasha grinned, distracting your mind even if for a moment.

“Yeah.” You murmured happily.

“It was so pretty… And it was the anniversary of Oma and Opa’s deaths.” 

Wanda nodded, her lips breaking into a toothy grin. “That’s right, fetita mea (my baby girl). Do you remember what you said?” 

“Oma and Opa were there that sunset.” You smiled, hugging Wanda tightly.

“Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Ma.” You muffled against her shirt, making her smile as she tickled her nails up and down your spine.

“Would you like to go to sleep, Y/N?” Natasha asked, tucking a few loose pieces of hair away from your beautiful face.

You nodded and let them tuck you in after changing out of your party clothes, holding tightly onto a stuffed pillow Tony designed to have their insignias on both sides. 

“It's okay. You did well. Rely on me, let me handle the rest for you.” Natasha cooed. 

You closed your eyes as you felt your moms kiss your forehead softly, the door about to close before you piped up.

“Love you, Mamas.” 

They grinned, opening the door briefly to see you smiling. “Goodnight, Y/N.” They blew you a kiss each before the door closed, leaving you in the comfortable darkness and quiet of your room. 

Wanda and Natasha only spoke as they got to the end of the hall, with FRIDAY’s confirmation of the airtight seal in your room. 

“What are you planning?” Wanda asked, taking her wife’s fist into both of her hands.

“I am going to kill him for touching our baby.” The Widow hissed, her Russian accent pulling out from underneath her mask.

Wanda shook her head. “No. No, you are not going to kill him because you are better than that, you are better than him. You are not a god, Natasha Romanoff. You are my wife, you are Y/N’s mother, and you are an Avenger. Yes, he is a scoundrel, but fate will guide him on his doomed path.”

She kissed the very ring she put on Natasha’s finger before she cupped her cheeks and they touched foreheads. “Who are you?” 

Natasha took a few deep breaths before pulling Wanda in by her waist, keeping their foreheads together. “Yours.” 

“Good. Now, let’s go and save some food for Y/N tomorrow. No seafood, and nothing too squishy.” Wanda kissed her softly.

Natasha grinned before Wanda sprinted down the hallway, enticing her wife to chase her but she heard a door creak open behind her. She turned around and saw you, yawning as you walked down to her with your favourite water bottle, empty. 

“Ma…?” You asked, holding it out to her.

“Of course I can refill your water bottle, baby.” She kissed your forehead and walked you to the bathroom, filling it for you before she took you back to bed and tucked you in once more.

“Stay.” You murmured, blindly reaching for her hand since your eyes were closed.

Her heart melted and she gripped your hand, which pulled her onto the bed. She moved up so that you could be close to her heart, gripping onto her shirt whilst you held your stuffed pillow. 

“Lyublyu tebya, Ma. (Love you, Ma.)” You whispered as you fell asleep.

“Ya lyublyu tebya bol'she, moya dragotsennaya malen'kaya devochka. (I love you more, my precious little girl.)” She cooed, kissing your temple softly.

She smirked as she felt a prod against her mind. *You are so lucky that she’s your reason for not helping me.* 

*I love you too, Wanda.* 

*I know you do.* 

Natasha chuckled and closed her eyes, relishing in the fact that not only had she found love, but in her eyes, she was no longer a monster.

How could she be when she had you?

#smalls-words #autistic!reader #mom!natasha romanoff x reader #mom!wanda maixmoff x reader #wandanat x reader #natasharomanoff fluff #natasharomanoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst

[castawaycat]

Ghosted: Chapter 1

Summary: Reader is upset when she realizes that she has been ghosted by people that she thought were her friends. She feels the weight of not being able to connect with others. She meets Natasha and the two lonely souls start to connect and develop a friendship.

You looked at your phone somberly as you saw that you had no responses to any of your text messages. You had been on a journey of trying to make friends and socialize more. You thought that you had been successful and had started to talk to a few people who shared the same special interests. 

Although you were proud to be autistic, there were times where it made things hard for you. You were for the most part independent on your own. You had a job, an apartment, you even had a cat. The only thing that you didn’t seem to have was lasting lifetime friendships. Sure you had people in your life that cared about you, but their interactions with you were often through social media. You had a few “friends” that you had gone to school with that checked on you from time to time; but they never invited you out and always turned you down when you invited them to your apartment for dinner. 

You reread your messages to try to figure out what you had said wrong to your new “friends,” but nothing was screaming red flags. After the first week of them not responding you had assumed that they were busy. Life could be hectic and it was easy to ignore phone notifications when you were overwhelmed. One week had turned into a whole month and you had texted them that you hoped they were doing well and that you were proud of them. It felt nice to be told that someone was proud of your endeavors in life. You had hoped that telling them that you were proud of their accomplishments would make them feel less stressed. You had hoped that nothing bad had happened to them; but there was no way to check on them because they lived states away. 

One month had turned into several months and you still thought about them. Occasionally you would send them a text to wish them well. As holidays rolled by you would wish them a happy holiday. In your autistic mind you couldn’t see the obvious reality. Your “friends” had ghosted you. You had learned that ghosting was the act of someone cutting all communication connections with someone for no known reason. Although you had finally come to the realization of what had happened it didn’t make you feel any better. You cringed as you realized that all those months of texting them might have made you seem desperate or a creep. 

You sighed as you set your phone on your bedside table. You didn’t realize that you had started to cry until you tasted salty tears when you licked your chapped lips. It felt so stupid to cry over people who obviously didn’t want to be friends with you. The loneliness hurts. It felt like you were cloaked in the darkest hues of black. It was the feeling of not knowing what you had done wrong that was finally eating you up. 

You clenched your fists as you felt a meltdown starting to form. Meltdowns always felt like a storm brewing into a hurricane. You felt anger at yourself for not seeing that they didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. You felt embarrassed for being such a fool. You have always been naive to the world around you. You had always seen the best in people and humanity; but now you had lost all faith in human beings. 

Without much thought you grabbed your apartment keys and tried your best to even out your breathing. You didn’t want to break anything in your apartment or accidently hurt your cat if you melted down. You had a habit of screaming, throwing things, hitting, or biting yourself when you felt too many emotions at one time. You had never learned how to properly regulate your emotions. 

It was late in the night so you decided that the park would be a good place to try to calm down. There wouldn’t be anyone to witness your walls crumbling down. There wouldn’t be anyone to judge you if you screamed or punched a tree. 

By now your emotions were churning and turning darker and darker. The voice in your head was becoming meaner by the seconds and you needed to get all the bad feelings out of your system. You cried harder as you screamed a frustrated cry as you threw a hard punch into a giant oak tree in the park. Pain was something that you never felt when you melted down. You punched with both of your fists as you watched your own blood stain the wood.

“How could you be so stupid y/n? Of course no one wants to be friends with you. You’re such a loser.” Your inner voice repeated as you continued to scream, cry and punch. Your body felt like it was vibrating with unhealthy energy. 

You hadn’t realized that the weather was matching your emotions and you were literally brewing a hurricane around you. Your body was soaked from head to toe and the wind grew violent around you causing your body to grow cold. 

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Natasha had just gotten back home from a long and exhausting mission. She loved and hated returning home. Although she had a place to stay at the Avengers tower, she enjoyed having her own apartment. At her apartment there wasn’t an AI to question her elevated emotions of sadness or loneliness. It was hard for her to explain why she felt isolated and alone, she had a team of wonderful people. 

In ways she felt like an outsider, she never wanted to feel like she was getting in the way of their families or their lives. Other than having a sister she didn’t really have any family. Sure, her sister Yelena would come visit from time to time but she was busy rescuing other widows who were still under control of Dreykov. Yelena had always been the one to reach out to her, due to the fact that she never wanted to intrude on her sister’s life. She didn’t want to be a distraction to her sister and her missions. 

Deep down she knew that her loneliness was due to her own habits of self isolation. Why did she do this to herself? She often found herself often pondering on that question, usually she had a glass of whiskey in her hand when she allowed herself to question her sanity. She sighed tiredly as she saw that her whiskey decanter was empty. Questioning your mental state was never fun sober. She didn’t have a drinking problem, but she enjoyed the numbness she felt once the buzz of the alcohol had faded. 

“Looks like I’m walking to the liquor store.” She said under her breath as she grabbed her keys and wallet. Her motorcycle was currently being repaired by Tony which left her traveling by cab or on foot. 

Walking wasn’t so bad as it allowed her thoughts time to slow down. She pulled her hoodie over her head as she felt some water droplets land on her head. It seemed that the weather had known her mood. It was going to be a very wet and cold walk. 

Her ears picked up the sound of screaming as she walked towards one of the city's smaller parks. “Who would be at the park at this hour?” She thought to herself as she picked up her pace. 

As she got closer she noticed that it was no longer sprinkling and now she was caught in a storm. She had to grab onto several trees to make her way through the harsh winds and pelting rain. She used her senses to find who was in distress. 

She had to rub her eyes as she saw a young woman with glowing blue fists punching a now split oak tree that looked like it would collapse at any moment. Was the woman the cause of the storm? 

Natasha walked cautiously towards the woman with glowing fists and tried to make her presence known without scaring her or coming off as a threat. Something was definitely causing her to lose control of her powers. 

“I don’t mean any harm. My name is Natasha. I think that tree is going to collapse soon and I don’t want to see you get hurt. Do you think you can step away from the tree?” Natasha could care less about the tree, she mostly wanted to get the woman out of the way in case it came down. 

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You looked up when you heard someone talking to you. It was hard to tell who exactly it was that was talking to you due to the heavy pelting rain. Your anxiety was through the roof as you suddenly feared that you had been caught by the police. Not all police officers were bad; but most police didn’t know how to recognize or help those who are autistic. 

You backed away from the tree just in time as it split in half and crashed on the ground. You flinched and covered your ears. That was when you had realized your hands were glowing and that you were the cause of the storm. 

“I. I can’t make it stop. What’s happening to me? This… this is why.” You slumped on the ground causing water to splash all around you. You were scared and the pain of punching the tree was finally starting to process. 

“It’s okay. We can figure it out together. I’m not the police. I’m guessing something happened and you needed to blow off some steam? I can’t tell you how many things I’ve broken.” Natasha let out a tiny chuckle hoping that it would lighten the mood. 

You nodded your head as you relaxed at the fact that you weren’t going to be arrested for destroying a tree. You felt a bit shocked to see that the woman who was speaking to you was none other than the Black Widow. 

“So, what happened before you came here tonight?” Natasha asked gently as she sat in front of you. 

It was then that she noticed you were wearing a lanyard that had sunflowers on it. She heard about sunflower lanyards being used to show that someone had an invisible disability. Her eyes caught the glimmer of a golden infinity sign pendant that was on the green lanyard. “She must be autistic or have ADHD, or possibly both?” Natasha thought to herself as she waited for you to respond.

You fiddled with your lanyard as your hands slowly began to dim and the rain began to let up. “I was checking my phone and I realized that I don’t have friends. I mean not real ones.” You took a shaky breath as you began to feel fresh tears fall down your face mixing with the rain. “I was doing so well. I thought I had finally made friends; but I was wrong about them.” 

Natasha wondered who had hurt you so badly. She could feel her fists clench as she did her best to even her breathing. She thought of Peter Parker and how he occasionally struggled with socializing and making friends. Tony had told her that the teenager had ADHD. She knew that although ADHD and autism were similar they weren’t the same. She also understood that it was a spectrum and not one person was or struggled the same as someone else on the spectrum.

Author Notes: I'm not sure how long this story will be as I am using it to heal from my own trauma. This is a story based on my own recent struggles with making friends and keeping friends. I am autistic and have ADHD so it's really hard for me to see people's motives. My wife says that I am very sweet and naïve and that people take advantage of me. I wanted to create a story where Natasha comforts the reader and helps the reader through big emotions. Losing a friendship is very hard and I hope that in ways this story can comfort others who may share the same struggles I have.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #friendship #hurt/comfort #healing from trauma #autistic reader

[yelenabemylova]

since everybody is obsessed with me being a minor, i think you all need to get a life. here's a fic rec list, and yep you guessed it, all the talented writers on here are minors too. move the fuck on, nobody has any obligation to share anything with you. anyway, here's some of my favourite fics by the most incredible authors i know!!

@adi06lena

-> why can't it just stop - natasha romanoff x autistic!tourettes!fem!reader

summary: y/n is having bad day with her tics so natasha helps her

-> we fell in love in october - autistic!robin buckley x autistic!reader

summary: autistic reader helps autistic robin through a meltdown

@notevenanna

-> a ride - natasha romanoff x reader

summary: natasha offers you a calming ride on the back of her motorcycle at dusk. reader isn’t an avenger, but stays in the compound with natasha

@its-really-dry

-> dr strange and friends in the multi-something of montana? - wanda x reader (i thinkkk)

summary: just a really slay story/au ig, go read it 🤺

-> being the fifth member of the fruity four - fruity four x reader (platonic)

summary: headcanons of being the fifth friend to the greatest idiots in stranger things

@wandanatsbaby

-> clingy - natasha romanoff x reader

summary: the reader is always trying to ask out nat and take her out for dates and nat just gets annoyed, you eventually stop because she thinks she is being too clingy so she stops and starts doing this to someone else and then nat starts missing you

-> sleepy stream - gamer!kate bishop x reader

summary: gamer kate bishop and sleepy reader

-> beefy nat - natasha romanoff x reader

summary: beefy nat and petite reader

#fic recs #ybml talks #ybml vents #adi06lena #wandanatsbaby #its-really-dry #notevenanna #natasha romanoff x reader #robin buckley x reader #kate bishop x reader #fruity four x reader #stranger things #marvel #nancy wheeler x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #wanda maximoff x reader

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Masterlist & Request Guidelines MASTERLIST

Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

N/A

Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVU)

Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

Carol Danvers (Marvel)

N/A

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

N/A

Casey Novak (Law & Order: SVU)

Clueless

Someone Will See

First Time (18+)

Sunday Mornings

She Likes You Anyway

Empty House (18+)

You're Safe Now

Home for the Holidays

Take Me Out to the Ball Game (18+)

I Need You To

Your Brother's Wedding

Casey Novak x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Panic! At the DA's Office

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

Maggie Pierce (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Coming Out

Let Me Keep You Safe (18+)

Emily Prentiss x Reader Headcanons

Shelter from the Storm

Don't Lie to Me

The Surprise (Part 1)

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

N/A

Amelia Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy)

Sick Call

Aces

Tea for Two

Strap Up (18+)

Callie Torres (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Cristina Yang (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

REQUEST GUIDELINES

If you have requests for characters outside of the above, please feel free to send them on anyway! The above are just characters I've written for before. If I'm familiar with the character/source material and the request meets my parameters, I'll be happy to give it a shot!

PARAMETERS:

I only write x reader. I don't really enjoy writing about already-existing relationships or character ships.

I only write for people with v*lvas. I absolutely welcome non-binary/gender non-conforming characters/readers. Just be aware that, where smut is concerned, I only feel confident writing about humans with v*ginas.

I don't feel comfortable writing dark!characters or smut that's degrading. Kinks and other smut-related requests I take on a case-by-case basis. But I absolutely will not write anything that even gets close to the line of non-consensual. No shade to you if the above are things you enjoy reading/writing, they're just personally not for me.

Autistic readers are so welcome! I love reading and writing x autistic!reader fics!

I do feel comfortable writing about the aftermath of trauma (sexual or otherwise), most mental illnesses, etc. I enjoy a good hurt/comfort fic and, as someone who's dealt with both of the above, I know it can be very comforting to read something that makes you feel like you're cared for and safe.

Send those requests on, bbs!

#fanfic #fanfic writers #fanfic requests #x reader #x reader fics #x autistic reader #autistic writers #law and order svu #svu #criminal minds #grey's anatomy

[i-just-came-here-for-drugz]

/N: Where’s Natasha?

Tony: Don’t worry about Natasha.

Y/N: Oh, I’m sorry, have you met me?

#natasha romanoff x autistic!reader #wanda maximoff #avengers x y/n #natasha x reader #wanda x natasha #wanda x y/n #wandanat #the avengers #natasha romonova #avengers #natasha romanov #Blackwidow #avengers academy #marvel cinematic universe #marvel mcu #marvel movies #avengers fanfiction #avengers imagine #mcu #avengers endgame #avengers memes #avengers icons #wanda my beloved #wanda maximov #the scarlet witch #multiverse of madness #scarletwitch #wandanat incorrect quotes #wandanat fanfiction #wandanat fic

[yelenasdiary]

🎄Christmas Advent Calendar 2022🎄

❄️ Welcome to my Fan Fic Advent Calendar!! ❄️

Here you'll find all my short & fluffy works over Christmas! Each day will be marked with '☃️' emoji for all fics that belong on this master list!

Requests for this are: OPEN

Please note that sending a request doesn't guarantee it'll be written, I'll do my best to fulfil them though.

✨ = Fluff | 💥 = Light Angst | 🧸 = Domestic Family Life | 🥰 = Platonic |

Characters -

Baby, It's Cold Outside - Kate Bishop x Reader | ✨

Christmas Love - Wanda Maximoff x Reader | ✨ | 💥

Made With Love - Wanda Maximoff x Reader | ✨

Ice Skating - Natasha Romanoff x Reader | ✨

Something New - Yelena Belova x Reader | ✨

Romanoff's List - Natasha Romanoff x Reader | ✨

Christmas Widow - Natasha Romanoff x Reader | ✨

Santa - Yelena Belova x Reader | ✨

Love This Christmas - Wanda Maximoff x Reader | 🧸 | ✨

Happy Hanukkah - Wanda Maximoff x Reader | ✨

Home This Christmas - Yelena Belova x Reader | ✨

Yappy howl-idays - Kate Bishop x Reader | ✨

Festive Calendar - Natasha Romanoff x Autistic! Reader | ✨

CEO of Christmas - Natasha Romanoff x Reader | 💥

Christmas Joy - Wanda Maximoff x Reader | ✨ | 💥 | 🧸

Celebrities -

Little Elf - Florence Pugh x Reader | 🧸| ✨

Gingerbread Wars - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader | ✨

Cookie Special - Florence Pugh x Reader | ✨

Late Minute Surprise - Scarlett Johansson x Reader| ✨

Secret Santa - Elizabeth Olsen x Reader | ✨

Christmas Dream - Scarlett Johansson x Reader | ✨

My Love - Scarlett Johansson x Reader | ✨ | 💥

Let It Snow - Scarlett Johansson x Reader | ✨

First Christmas - Florence Pugh x Reader | 🧸| ✨

Others -

Because I am already 4 days late on this, I will be posting double just to catch up!! I can't wait to share the Christmas joy with you all!!

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

#yelenasdiary #christmas #yelena belova #natahsa romanoff #wanda maximoff #Kate bishop #florence pugh #scarlett johansson #elizabeth olsen #fanfiction #hailee steinfeld

[russosafehaven]

There Are Widows and There Are Men - Part 4

A/N: This is mainly just filler until I figure out where I want to take this.

Series Title: There Are Widows and There Are Men

Chapter Title: Part Four - You drew stars around my scars

Song: cardigan - Taylor Swift

Pairings: Billy Russo x Black Widow!Autistic!Reader

Warnings: Not many in this chapter, it’s just some light banter. It’s also going to be much shorter cause I’m so stuck. It does get slightly suggestive though, but no full of smut or anything

BR Playlist: @snowkestrel

TAWATAM Taglist: @thefictionalgemini @woowwwee @celestialams @noortsshift

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Billy’s apartment was nice, really nice. It reminded you of your targets back in your assassin days. The walls were tall and empty, the lounge area sleek and looking untouched. If you didn’t know any better you’d have thought no one lived here. You knew a few tidbits about Billy and you had been learning more about him as the both of you traded traumatic anecdotes. He had a hand on the small of your back as he led you through the penthouse. The couch looked expensive, at a rough guess it looked like a FAO Double Sofa from Monc XIII. It went for nearly $30,000 and it shocked you that Billy would spend that much on something that looked unused. He gestured to the sofa and you took a seat on the plush seating. Rubbing your hands up and down the cushions as you lowered yourself down.

Billy walked out of the room, you turned around to watch him walk off. He headed into the kitchen and pealed his sweatshirt off revealing his toned arms. The look of them made you foam at the mouth like a rabid dog. He looked hauntingly attractive, his eyes were still cold. Most likely mulling over the events of these past couple of days. His fridge, like the rest of his apartment looked expensive and chic. A reflection of the man he had become since the horrors of his childhood. A bottle of what looked like some sort of fruit juice left the fridge as he retracted his hand. You watched with intrigue as he poured to glasses, walking them back over and taking a seat next to you.

“So…”

He started but trailed off just as quickly. Guilt settled in your stomach, if you had been more careful this wouldn’t be happening.

“So”

You echoed gently not knowing what else to say or do. After everything that had happened you were yet to process it entirely. Being shot, getting caught in an explosion and for Billy to witness it all. The one person you wanted to keep as far away as you could from the Red Room. From your life as the Blood Widow. Some people knew, Trish and Jessica being prime examples. Three others also knew, Luke Cage, Danny Rand and Matt Murdock. Along with you and Jessica, you all made up the Defenders. Although in this team you weren’t the Blood Widow but Eclipse. The midnight protector of young women and kids against trafficking.

“I can understand why you lied to me. I do, I think. Just… fuck it’s a lot to take in”

You hummed in agreement, it was a lot to take in. Especially when he hadn’t seen the world as you had. The two of you sat in silence, trading anecdotes between one another. Billy opened up to you more, discussing what happened in Cerberus, how Rawlins pinned it all on him in hopes Frank would kill him. If you were anyone else you would’ve been more shocked, but you were the Red Room’s perfect weapon. A genetic replica of not only Natasha Romanoff but the Winter Soldier.

“Sounds like we’ve both had fun lives Russo”

You took a sip of the fruit juice, savouring the flavour. It wasn’t often you entertained cravings like this. Being a former Black Widow had led to some less than healthy eating habits. Dangerous but it was ingrained in you, like you were a robot that had been coded to self destruct.

“Sarcasm isn’t a good look on you darling”

He had a beautiful smirk gracing his features. It made you sappy to your core, the way he looked at you. Never in your life had you felt this way, so accepted. Especially by a man who had power over you and your choices.

“So what are we going to do about the Widows coming after me?”

Your voice was fragile, on the verge of breaking. Even being trained to hide all your emotions, in this moment all you wanted to do was cry. Billy placed his cup down on the coffee table, reaching his hand over to you. You watched as he placed his hand on your knee. Rubbing up and down your thigh. It was strangely comforting, even if it was similar to what your ‘father’ had done it the Red Room. With Billy it was different, it was sweet.

“I’m gonna make some calls to Homeland and Frank, you’re gonna make some calls to your vigilante friends. You’re gonna be safe baby. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you”

It took you a minute to process what Billy called you. The casual affection was unknown to you. By Billy’s reaction it was unknown to him as well. He threw himself up off of the couch, walking away from you. Ears tinged red.

“What did you just call me?”

Billy was nearly out of the lounge area when you asked him the question, voice heavy with a Russian accent. He turned around to face you, bright red from embarrassment. Trickles of sweat were appearing on his hairline. It was admirable in a way, a big tough Marine, CEO of a huge security company, embarrassed over such a normal thing. Except it wasn’t normal, not you or Billy. You’d never received affection from many people nor had Billy. Closest you got was Nadia and your ex girlfriend while closest he got were the Castles.

“Nothing, I said your name that was it”

His answer was curt and you couldn’t fight off your smile muscles as you grinned wildly. You stood up, walking short strides over to him. Taking your time as panic consumed Billy’s entire being.

“My names not baby милый мальчик”

Your hand travelled up Billy’s body, pressing gently on his pressure points. A force of habit from your assassin days. To him it was a reminder of how deadly you were. His dark eyes looked into yours, for a moment you felt like a cliché, getting lost in them.

“Fuck…”

He groaned softly as you pressed into his neck. Fingers digging into his supple flesh. You moved closer to the alcove of his neck, teeth nipping gently at him. Billy let out another groan, deep and primal.

“Call me baby again”

Pulling away you looked up at him. Staring into his eyes once again. His face was still flushed, even more so after the playful biting. Billy was slowly becoming putty in your hands.

“Okay baby”

He smiled at you. Your instincts took over as you pressed your lips to his. Living in the moment, savouring his sweet taste. The feel of his lips against yours, the way his hands never left your back. Refusing to travel in order to make sure you feel safe. As you pulled away you stumbled out a trail of apologies in Russian.

“Baby I don’t speak Russian, although I gotta say it’s very hot”

Was this what love was like? When you weren’t a mind controlled assassin but a normal person? You looked up at him, eyes widened in shock.

“You.. you like it?”

He nodded at your question. Moving a hand from your back to your cheek, cupping it delicately.

“I love it. When you speak Russian, or even just English with your accent. It’s really fucking hot”

You felt your face warm at the sentiment. Once again you connected your lips to Billy’s. It was harsh, causing the two of you to topple over. For the moment you forgot about the near death experience, forgot about the Red Room, about everything. It was just you and Billy laughing like idiots on the floor of expensive apartment. Kissing one another between breaths.

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #billy russo fluff #the punisher imagine #ben barnes #x reader #there are widows and there are men #the punisher #black widow!reader #black widow

[natashaslesbian]

Autumn Air

Summary: You’re having a rough morning but Natasha is there to help you through it

Word Count: 744

Parings (Natasha Romanoff x Autistic!Reader)

Flufffyyyy

Warnings/Content: Non-Verbal reader, sensory issues

•A/N: Not every autistic person struggles the same way, this is written based of my struggles and experiences with my autism•

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The cool breeze brought you slowly out of your slumber, the morning sun seeped through the gap in the curtains. You pulled your weighted blanket up to your chin and felt the familiar pressure of your girlfriends frame against your back. You guessed it was still early, listening to the birds singing outside and the gentle hum of the morning commuters. You rested your eyes for a few extra moments, waiting for Natasha’s 7am alarm. The time slipped away as a gentle patter of rain settled against the glass, lulling you back into a comfortable sleep. A smooth rake against your scalp led you back to an awoken state, the familiar fingertips you loved so much drew patterns through your silk hair. The day was brighter by now, you could feel the ache behind your eyes and craved for the darkness to return. “Y/n baby?” Natasha whispered as she felt you tense up. You rolled your body to face her and silently tucked your face into her neck, she gave you the perfect amount of pressure she knew you needed. “Good morning beautiful” your girlfriend hushed under he breath. Natasha began swaying with a gentle rhythm and the two of you laid silently for a just a little while longer. You felt the change in your brain and pushed against the widow, who immediately released you from her grip. You pushed the weight of your blanket down to your ankles and returned to your side of the bed. Natasha took the opportunity to start her day, quickly drawing the curtains to cover the stream of light over your eyes, your eyebrows relaxed and you hummed contently.

After a quick shower, Nat came back to your side, kneeling across the carpet to ensure you had plenty of space “y/n?” She whispered, your eyes peeling open to reveal her green ones “there’s my girl, do you want some breakfast” she said as she laid her hand atop the mattress, you instantly slotted yours into her soft skin still not giving her an answer. Natasha understood perfectly “are you feeling non verbal darling?” She asked “squeeze once for yes and two for no” you squeezed her hand once “that’s okay sweetheart, do you want to be touched right now?” You squeezed once again and your girlfriend waisted no time in laying a gentle kiss on your forehead and draping her spare arm across your ribs. “Ok last question sweetheart, are you hungry?” You pondered for a moment then squeezed three times “would you like some soup? Something easier than solids?” You couldn’t have a better girlfriend, Natasha understood you in a way no one else ever would. You squeezed once but didn’t quite manage to release her when she announced her departure to begin breakfast. “Do you want me to hold you for a while?” You quickly squeezed her soft hand once, and the redhead instantly climbed back into bed with you even though she was dressed and ready for the day. Natasha would do anything for you.

Your senses were on high alert, so the smell of mushroom soup once again brought you out of your slumber, you hadn’t meant to fall asleep again but your overwhelmed brain was just so tired “sorry baby I didn’t mean to wake you” Nat gently placed your soup atop the bedside table where you studied it for a moment. You couldn’t stop your eyes from welling up, the thought of having to eat so distressing knowing you were going to feel each mouthful swirl around your teeth and scrape down your throat. Soft manicured fingers swiped away your stray tears as your girlfriend came back into view “I know sweetheart, it’s ok. Do you think you could just try a little bit? You know I don’t like my moody hungry girl” she joked as she helped you move into a seated position. If the noise coming from your stomach was anything to go by, you both knew that you were hungry so you promised yourself to try your absolute best, and you definitely did. “Good job sweet girl” Natasha kissed your hairline as you swallowed the last spoonful “I’m so proud of you. Always so proud of you” you shyly smiled back at her as the two of you sunk back into the bed. You pushed your face into the crook of her neck and laid three gentle kisses to her skin “I love you too y/n”

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Wish I had a Natasha :/

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