#OC: Natasha

[lunar-orca]

a buncha doodles

[basilone]

#18 on the sets of 3 prompts! Soviet crew pls I am eager for them

Ooooh, thank you so much for sending a prompt for the Soviet crew! And it's a great one: broken windows, waist-high grasses and lit matches. I've situated it in Vienna, so that is right before this particular unit journeys further on in Austria and meets Easy Co. 😊 I think it gives a pretty good sense of Tatiana as a captain, as well as the personalities she's surrounded by!

She doesn’t like cities. Doesn’t like the access roads – too open, too broad, too busy – and certainly doesn’t like the many buildings that have not yet been reduced to rubble. Katya supposes Vienna can be called beautiful, which seems to be a sentiment her fellow soldiers have rowdily adopted too, but any place would be called this so close to war’s end. It doesn’t negate the fact that she can see the war’s gaps in the city too well. Can see the bombardments, which Sergey had loudly marvelled at first thing that morning, and all the best places for a skirmish. Can see where she would have made her own seat as a sniper, too, and that puts her at the front of her unit for a change.

Her hand shoots out. Lands on her captain’s arm. “Wait,” she says, peering up at the building on the upcoming corner. “Windows, Tanya. Look.”

They must look ridiculous, pressed against the wall like this. Tanya’s puff of breath is a noisy exhale as she shifts from foot to foot beside Katya, craning her neck to get a better look at the building herself. Sashka presses in at Katya’s back, muttering something about wanting to get off her feet more than anything, offering the small spyglass Captain Safronov had given her to Tanya now.

“Stupid city,” she hears, then, acid dripping through Olga’s voice as the woman takes a single step away from the wall. “Are we going to do this at every corner?”

“We will do,” says Tanya, words clipped into snappish bites, “when situation says we do. Like now.” Her hand pats Katya’s arm in silent praise, handling the small spyglass as though it is more precious than it is strictly worth. “Broken windows tell you what, Olga?”

Olga’s tone sounds as sour as her face looks. “Sniper.”

“Active?”

Katya turns her head. Raises an eyebrow at Kolya, who’s got both hands stuffed into the pockets of his long coat as though he’s just taking a casual stroll down the road at home. “Probably not,” she allows, jerking her chin at some of the locals who’re seemingly going about their business on this street just fine. “But you know how it is. Soviet uniform attracts bullets, Kolya.”

“Is because we look too good,” he answers, grinning impishly. “We must be stopped at any cost.”

“Mister Fancy Wardrobe,” sniggers Natasha, pressed closer to the wall than anybody, hands curled around her radio like her life depends on it. The woman’s eyes sparkle with mirth as she grins back at Kolya. “All of Vienna devastated when sniper puts bullet in your coat. We would mourn it very bad.”

“Mourn my coat but not me, I see how it is!”

“Oh blessed silence,” booms Sergey, so loudly that one of the Viennese women passing them actually startles into giving him a wide berth. “I would hear myself think for first time in years if Kolya goes quiet as mouse. Bah, I would be very surprised at myself!”

“I can imagine the experience of thought would be shocking to you, Seryozha.” Kolya’s grin does not leave his face as he swiftly darts out of Sergey’s reach and wedges himself between Katya and Tanya as though they can protect him. Sergey’s oi! is sharp, but the man does not move a muscle away from Lena and Leonid, who’re both wedged between the wall and Sergey’s larger form. Kolya rakes a hand through his curls, causing Katya to lean back from his elbow in a hurry. “Are we moving or not, Tatochka? I cannot feel my toes in these boots anymore,” he laments, lifting one foot and showing how his sock peeks out of the hole at its side that has already been patched and repatched twice over. “And Katya says sniper not active.”

“I did not say that!”

“Close enough, eh?”

“Pfah, maybe Sergey has point,” mutters Tanya darkly, glaring up at Kolya and squeezing his arm in warning. “I think is clear, no movement up there. Maybe we can rest there.” She allows the possibility to exist, tempting as it is to anyone who’s been on their feet as long as they have. “Maybe they have kitchen for cooking.”

“Warm food?” pipes up Sashka, taking her spyglass back from Tanya. “Really?”

“Really. Olga and Leonid can make work.” As always, Tanya doesn’t stop to question if her ideas will function or if they are willing to do it. Her trust in their abilities seems absolute these days, often encouraging them all to go well past what they believe themselves capable of. “We need it,” she says, quieter, so that even Katya has to strain to hear her. “We need food. Rest.”

“Especially here,” says Katya, moving past Kolya and Tanya to edge closer to the building’s door. “The things I would give to be back home right now, where the only danger lurks in grass that comes as high as my waist,” she laments, remembering even now how the steppe seemed to bend and sway around any predator before long. There is no way to hide like there is in a city like this one. She sighs, peering up at the broken windows one last time before trying the door. “Is open”– she narrates, pushing it ajar slightly –“if anyone has match…?”

“Little grenade?” asks Tanya, hands already gesturing at Leonid further down the line. “Good thought.”

“Like we always do,” she affirms for her captain, peering at the slivers of dark hallway she can already see. “We can use lit match from grenade also for candle, if you have.”

“Kolya?”

“I am so happy nobody shot candle out of my pocket,” mutters the lieutenant, already digging through his many supplies in search of one. “Why don’t you have one, eh?”

“I do,” smiles Tanya, teeth glittering brightly in her soot-smudged face, “but I am saving for later. I saw Americans two blocks away, I want to take more matches from them before I use candle.”

Kolya closes his eyes, grimacing as though he is in pain. “Stop telling me you are going to steal from Americans.”

“Is borrowing.” Their captain shrugs. “I will give back.”

“Returning burnt-out matches,” remarks Leonid, appearing at Kolya’s shoulder and cutting to the heart of the matter as always, “is not best way to make friends with them, captain.”

“Ah, who says I want to make friends with Americans?”

“I want to,” says Katya, nodding at Leonid and smiling as the man nods back. “I am tired of fighting, eh? Maybe Americans will be very nice to us.” She certainly hopes they will be. “I want to ask them many questions about their life. I am practicing my English with Kolya”– she nods, grinning even as the grenade flashes and booms in the hallway before her –“and I think maybe they will give us things so we do not have to steal.”

Tanya’s eyebrow raises imperiously. “How are you still so naive?”

“Is not naive to believe best of person,” she says, patting Tanya’s arm. “But you can do things your way, too, captain. We can compare, eh?”

“Katya’s charm versus Tatochka’s sour face,” snickers Kolya, pushing the door open in its entirety. “I already know who wins.”

“Why do I even like you people…”

“Pfah, you don’t,” grins Katya, resisting the urge to jerk her chin at Olga to illustrate the fact. “You are just stuck with us, ma’am. For better and worse. Good army unit is like marriage.”

“Don’t let my wife hear that,” rumbles Sergey good-naturedly, stepping closer to them as he carefully arranges a smoke for his pipe. “Leonid, be dear man, give me… ahhh, thank you, that is ticket” – he exhales, using Leonid’s newly lit match for his pipe –“Valentina is going to have to share me with all of you, eh?”

Kolya’s voice rises up from the hallway instantly. “She can have you!”

“Da, that is what she said,” grins Sergey, winking at them as he shoulders his way into the building.

“Spare me all your hands in marriage,” mutters Tanya darkly as she presses her hand against Sergey’s back and follows suit. “I feel like I am taking care of babies.”

Katya can’t help the grin that spreads on her face as she listens to the bickering that rises from the hallway. She still does not like cities. Hates them, in fact, for the dangers that they pose. But buildings like these, in which they can rest and come together as a family? These might not be so bad at all.

[art-banhana]

Happy New Year!! Sero with nyas girlfriend Natasha :3

[vampfucker666]

[teddytedbert]

What took you so long?! I’ve been waiting here foreeeeever just for you!

[puzzled-artist]

Oh to be a small town girl who wanders into the sexy Vampire's castle

[fuj0wuj0]

Second addition

NOW we truly have them all 🙏 Featuring @not-so-ori-ginal's Mitscheur and my friend's Kathar :D

[Top row: Natasha, Renwalt, Salung (Sam's body) Bottom row: Mitscheur, Harold, Kathar]

Got the gang back together :D

Some of my Igniter OCs didn't have a human re/design since their literal day of conception, so I've been drawing some heads to de-stress lately :^)

[Top row: Keballius, Merlin, Fred Bottom row: Loonia, Gahir, Kali]

[papoochu]

After getting absorbed into @sillysiluriforme and @wisteriasymphony ‘s Dollhouse AU, I present to you… (drumroll please) …senti-Nathalie! The following is based on conversations I had with @asukiess and @anna-scribbles !

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Something About Curly Hair and Any Character You Have in Mind

I've always had a fantasy of someone playing with my curls. Delicately pulling on them, like a kid pulling on a string. Playfully and adoringly watching the curl bounce back. Maybe the person could even praise it, saying it's cute, or beautiful, or mesmerising. Especially if they don't have curly hair.

A few minutes ago, my girl friend did it to me, exactly how I've always dreamed, even if inside I wanted to pull away, afraid that she would mess it up, I didn't, and she didn't, and even if she did, I wouldn't care, because I'm starved. So here's this little scenario that I finally felt courage and inspiration to write.

This was written based on my own experience having 123B hair, that has some volume on it (how do you even measure that??), with definition, so you must imagine it was very indulgent.

Also works for Readers of any race!!!! I just specify they have natural curls, didn't even mention the colour.

Gn!Reader and Gn!Character so you reaaaally can imagine whoever you want. But the character probably doesn't have curly hair, and learns to do different hairstyles on you (it's different doing it on yourself and then doing on other people, so you still can imagine any gender or appearance on them). Sex is mentioned. I'm tagging this with the first characters that come to my mind while writing this, just to make it easier.

Might edit this later because it's currently 3am and I'm sleepy as fuck

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They love you. That means they love everything about you. And they love your hair.

They think the volume is sexy. Think clouds can't be softer. Think the way the light reflects on it is ethereal. Think the curls smells heavenly. Think the shape is unmatched.

When you move your hair, it's like being a kid and having a first crush again. Especially if the action causes the delicate smell of it travel through the air faster than they can blink, and they're swallowed in a fog of you.

When you sleep in the same bed together for the first time, and every other time after, they like to wake up before you. Just to admire your peacefull beauty for a while. Like the rest of the world doesn't exist. That's the best way to start a day.

Sometimes, boredom doesn't get to them because tracing curl patterns in your hair with their eyes is entertainment for a lifetime. Never before have they noticed that someone can have more than one curl texture, and how unique and perfect that mixture can look.

There's moments where they get distracted by you. You, taking their attention from something supposedly more important at that moment. Either you smell too nice, or look too good, or shine too bright. And they just can't seem to find anything more interesting than looking at you and your hair.

The first time they touched it, they were surprised by how soft it was, like cotton. Almost weightless, despite it's volume and length. Other people's hair surely doesn't feel like this. They spend so much time touching it the first time, that you have to ask them to stop, or you wouldn't have a nice hair day the next day. They looked like a kicked puppy, so you taught them to gently scrunch from the bottom.

They think bonnets are funny at first, but not in a bad way. They're not laughing at you. Mostly giggling, actually. They understand you may have needed some courage to look like this with them around. And it's like a tiny, almost nonexistent, relationship goal. To be intimate enough to feel confortable wearing a bonnet in front of your partner. And they love that you have no problem doing it.

They even buy silk sheets and pillows if it might help you. It might be morte confortable and not mess with your hair. And they understands sex while having curly hair might be frustrating at times.

Speaking of, they won't pull or mess with it unless you ask for it. They took very seriously your lesson from the first time. And if you have some instructions to give them on how to do it while causing less damage, then you certainly will lift a weight off some shoulders.

Oh, and the difference of how it looks when it's wet and then dry? They can't believe their eyes for a moment. Logic seems to escape. It feels impossible. But it isn't. And they're amazed. Almost jealous for not being as gorgeous as you. They understand why someone would be jealous of you.

Actually, they partially think others should be. If someone dares to utter you are less than stunning, then oh boy. God help them.

Any styling is great. And they're so in love with you, so focused on you, eyes solely on you, that they think no hairstyle looks as good on other people, as they look on you. Even if you hate it, he thinks it looks way better than it would have on anyone else.

Also, they learn some things. They learns to curl with their fingers, how to put on clips, how to do some braids, or buns, or pigtains, or anything you wear often. Even something you never did, but they think will make you ethereal, they will do it on you. They might not even teach you, just so you'll need them for something.

They feel part of their heart breaking if you straighten it. Sure it looks good. If it makes you happy, than they're happy. But it's far from a favorite look on you. It's not the natural you. And they love you. They might love a modified version of you, but only because they love you. Just the way you are.

And if you ever feel insecure, I assure you, they're gonna fix you right up.

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[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #1321

Countess Natasha von Numeral hails from Transylvania but currently resides in an apartment over the drug store on Sesame Street.

Source:

Sesame Street. Episode 0953. January 5, 1977.

[lunar-orca]

If you don't mind, can you tell us more about your agent 4?

sure!

my agent 4s name is Zhenya and shes a little ray of sunshine. Zhenya grew up without her parents, so her older sister Natasha was the one to raise and take care of her (their mother died when they were 5 and 19, the father is absent).

after the splatoon 2 campaign Zhenya became very interested in octarian culture and octarians themselves! she also became good friends with Callie after saving her :)

currently Zhenya lives in Inkopolis with her ex-soldier octoling roommate Hannah! theyre besie bros <3

and last but not least, Zhenya is a bobtail squid!

thank you for coming to my ted talk

[mandy-asimp]

A simp's list of stories

(my masterlist :D)

✫- smut ୨ৎ- fluff 𖦹- angst ꕥ- kinda smut

Abbott Elementary:

With a smile ( ୨ৎ 𖦹)

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (Claire) Summary: Claire has a crush on a specific redhead and it only seemed to have gotten worst over their friendship. After 5 years of friendship, dreams begin to become more persistent.

The Two Year Teacher (✫୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: Y/N is a very big CEO of her own company. And when her daughter comes home talking about her teacher she’s had for the second year in a row, Y/N just goes with it. but when she meets a red head at the grocery store, she never would've put her as a teacher. Then when Y/N's daughter gets into a mishap, a lot happens

Heartaches, and Other Aches (✫୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: Working on the furthest side of Abbott meant you avoided the cameras a lot. Especially when you would always have everything you need in your classroom. But the inevitable day came when you needed to journey to the teachers lounge.

Random Confessions (୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (Alex) Summary: For two years Melissa had alway believed Alex hated her. Then one day, everything she's known is thrown out the window by a simple confession.

Forever Home ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: When you hush Melissa in defense of Janine, Melissa begins to let herself slip into her own thoughts. Yet, without noticing her actions, she hurts you in doing so.

Fast Lane (✫𖦹୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x OC (Phoebe) Summary: Melissa is dating one of NASCAR's greatest drivers, although nobody knows that. Yet, with the race that decides history appears, a lot more stress is arising for Phoebe.

Redecorating Your Heart (୨ৎ)

Melissa Schemmenti x reader (Y/N) Summary: You begin to make changes to Melissa's home, but one year you have a different change in mind

Criminal Minds:

Safe and Sound ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Emily Prentiss x reader (Y/N) Summary: Emily begins to see your face around more, but it's impossible. You were dead. But when Ian Doyle is rumored to escape, you couldn't stay dead forever.

Needed Me ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Emily Prentiss x reader (Y/N (they/them)) Summary: When the job grows too hard for Emily, Rossi comes and seeks Y/N for help. Knowing if there was anyone to soothe her better than him, it was them.

A Game for Two (✫)

Emily Prentiss x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: Y/N is the youngest agent on the team with a TikTok account. And after video goes viral, people notice a connection between her and emily.

Baby Whisper ( ୨ৎ )

Jennifer Jareau x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: JJ finds out she's pregnant and when Will doesn't want the baby, she finds herself crying in the parking garage. Yet, Y/N is there to solve all her issues.

Florida Secrets (✫)

Jennifer Jareau x reader Summary: The team takes a vacation to Florida, and you're paired with the blonde of your dreams. Which isn't an issue until out of the state with alcohol in your system. After all, what happens in Florida, stays in Florida.

Shut Up and Dance (୨ৎ)

Aaron Hotchner x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: One night while out with the team, Y/N and Hotch seem to be entirely carefree when their song comes on.

After Hours (✫)

Emily Prentiss x reader x Aaron Hotchner Summary: You stayed late in the office, Emily was your ride and she was still doing paper work. Being bored, you had started a solo dance party...only it didn't stay solo for long.

Dread of Secrets (ꕥ)

Jemily x OC (Natalie Hotchner) summary: Natalie is Aaron Hothcner's younger sister (27) and for seven years she's kept a secret against the BAU, until the day Penelope Garcia slips up and all comes out.

Marvel:

The Innocent Act (୨ৎ)

Wanda Maximoff x reader Summary: Y/N has been in Wanda’s class all four year, and in her final year she starts to get lost in the history of the language. asking for extra help but on the wrong day with the wrong outfit. Wanda, who’s kept control, finally lets free and speaks her mind. A/n~ looking back on this one is actually insane, like this was my first on this app!

Underneath the tree ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Wanda Maximoff x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: Y/N goes home for the holidays. The comfort of home being destroyed by her girlfriend. But soon, after hearing a conversation, Y/N finally falls the shots. And there was someone always waiting for her.

Sacrifice ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

pt. 1 l pt. 2 Wanda Maximoff x reader (Y/N) Summary: Wanda shows up to Kamar-Taj, but she finds something more desired. Something she lost back with Thanos. Her love.

It's a beautiful night (୨ৎ)

Wanda Maximoff x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: While performing at her concert, Y/N has a confession to make.

High school Party (୨ৎ)

Natasha Romanoff x reader (Y/N) Summary: You never were one for high school. at least for the first three years. senior year was your year. But the only thing you couldn't pick out, was Natasha Romanoff. However, one party was all it took.

Winning the witches ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

pt. 1 l pt. 2 Wanda Maximoff x reader x Agatha Harkness Summary: Agatha came to collect the power. Wanda came to get the life she always wanted. Y/N came to protect herself.

Late Night Dancing ( ୨ৎ 𖦹)

Agatha Harkness x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: Y/N is a gamer and plays among us because that's what I was feeling and is dating Agatha who is a big CEO but their relationship is exposed one night.

Curiosity (୨ৎ ✫)

Lilia Calderu x reader Summary: Your an inspiring actress who tends to have late rehearsals. And having no car, you had resorted to a the train. But then one night you meet a mysterious woman who captures your curiosity instantly.

Cards and Clay (୨ৎ ✫)

Lilia Calderu x reader Summary: You move into town and start a new pottery place, you bring in much business and are pleased with your tiny living. Or so you think that's what's happening

When She Calls (masterlist) (୨ৎ 𖦹 ✫)

Lilia Calderu x reader (Life (she/her)) Summary: When Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no. But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Basement of mysteries (୨ৎ 𖦹 ✫)

Agatha Harness x reader Summary: As Wanda Maximoff's oldest, you just graduated college and your summer living situation brings much more than just your hot neighbor down the hall.

Wednesday:

winter getaway (✫୨ৎ)

Larissa Weems x reader (Y/N) Summary: Y/n and Larissa Weems have never interacted unless needed. Which was almost everyday as Y/n had to explain why a random plant or tree had appeared in the courtyard. So when a friend convinces Y/n out of the comfort zone at the school getaway, many things happen.

sex in the flowers (✫୨ৎ)

Larissa Weems x reader (Y/N) Summary: You haven't been in the game long, but when you met Larissa Weems, your life changed. And after a few months of meeting, you quits your job. On the last meeting you have, you try to tell her but Larissa just wont listen.

sensitive baby ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Larissa Weems x reader Summary: As the first hybrid teacher at Nevermore, you did everything you could to find your place. Which included taking charge to plan the Raven.

School For Good and Evil:

you're all mine ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Leonora Lesso x reader (Y/N (she/her) Summary: Y/N was meant to be an Ever, but what happens as she becomes a Never?

Dragons Oh My! ( 𖦹 ୨ৎ )

Leonora Lesso x reader (Y/N Summary: Y/N and Lesso have been dating for a long time, but the three words have never been said, always implied. One day Y/N is with the other ever teachers and gets upset at their conversation.

Other's:

an interview online (୨ৎ)

Sandra Bullock x reader (Y/N (she/her)) Summary: During the pandemic,Y/N and Sandra decide to move in after a few years of datings. And what better time than a pandemic. With their relationship hidden from the world, a single shadow could finally bring light to them.

[art-banhana]

While working on this I was reminded of all the reasons I used to hate working with watercolors... I think I did salvage it pretty well in the end!

Natasha and Sero having a date night~

[cece693]

Hothead

pairing: steve rogers x male reader tags: reader is an avenger, weird relationship dynamics, people think you're bad news, Steve sees the opposite, proving people wrong, hurt Steve, but reader tends to him and comforts him

You stride into the briefing room with a chip on your shoulder, ready to butt heads with whoever decides to question your methods today. Tony throws you a quick glance, eyebrows raised in contempt—or maybe curiosity. Clint, seated backward on a chair, eyes you warily. Natasha merely tightens her jaw and shifts in her seat. Bruce goes quiet, trying not to ruffle your feathers. And Thor, well, he’s half-amused but uncertain. After all, you’re not exactly known for your subtlety.

In truth, you don’t blame them for looking. By now, the Avengers had time to know you: you’re the hotheaded guy who’d rather slug first and ask questions later. The one who’ll bark at a helpless agent for misfiling paperwork or curse at an enemy mid-battle with no shame. No one can figure it out—why in the world did Steve Rogers, the ultimate golden boy, choose you of all people?

He’s not here yet, so you stand alone in your corner, arms crossed, lips set in a firm line. Fury’s voice drones on about mission updates and tactical readiness, but you hardly listen. You’ve already memorized the mission parameters on the flight here. You’re scanning the room for threats, evaluating every inch. To the untrained eye, you’re on edge, maybe just itching for a confrontation. The team sees the tension brimming beneath your stance.

It’s only when you feel a steady hand come to rest lightly on your arm that you uncross your arms. Steve appears beside you, the warmth of his palm pressing through the fabric of your uniform. He doesn’t say a word—doesn’t have to. Your glare softens. If anyone notices, they pretend not to. But you’ve learned how to be subtle for him.

You’re both exhausted when you touch down after the mission, battered and bruised. You had insisted on being the decoy, drawing enemy fire, because you handle force better than most. You’d never share this, but you did it so Steve wouldn’t have to. He’s strong—beyond strong—but you’ve never shaken your protective streak.

The rest of the team fans out. Everyone’s too drained to talk, but the confusion is still there. More than one pair of eyes lingers on you as you carefully loop Steve’s arm around your shoulder, guiding him to sit on a bench in the hangar. The second he’s down, your hands are on his face, tilting it up gently to assess the bruise blossoming along his cheekbone. “Stevie,” you murmur, the syllables so low that the others almost miss them, “Does it hurt too bad?”

He gives you a small smile. “I’m alright. Just need some ice.”

Your brow furrows. Gone is your scowl from earlier—no arrogance, no fists clenched, nothing of the raging storm you usually are. Instead, there’s only concern, your thumb brushing the bruise with trembling care. The hush that falls over the rest of the Avengers is deafening. “Stay put,” you say quietly, your voice gruff. “Don’t move.”

He nods, trusting you. You stalk away to grab an ice pack, ignoring everyone else. When you return, you kneel in front of Steve, pressing the cool compress to his cheek. Your free hand drifts to the back of his neck, softly coaxing him closer, checking for other injuries. “You’re such a brat,” Steve teases under his breath, but there’s unmissable fondness in his tone.

"You like that about me,” you quip. And the corners of his lips curve into a warmer smile.

Steve gently pats your hand where it’s wrapped around the ice pack. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

You don’t respond at first. You just nod, focusing on the cut above his eyebrow that’s starting to bleed. You rummage through a makeshift first-aid kit, dabbing at his wound with a gauze pad. The lines between your brows deepen every time he flinches. Finally, you speak, low enough that the words are almost lost: “I’m always here, Rogers.”

The rest of the team stands by, silent observers to your quiet exchange. Every so often, Tony exchanges looks with Clint or Bruce. No one expected you, the loudmouth with fists perpetually clenched, to be so gentle. The sweet murmur of “Stevie” just doesn’t match the image they have of you threatening an enemy on the battlefield mere hours ago.

When you finish, you wipe your hands on your pant leg and place a careful, feather-light kiss on Steve’s knuckles. You do it unthinkingly—he’s still trembling a bit, adrenaline coursing through his body. In that soft touch, the Avengers finally see it. They realize you may wear rough edges on the outside, but it’s purely the armor you put up to keep those you care about safe.

Steve, with a smile lighting his face, reaches up and cups your cheek. “Thanks,” he says again, and in that moment, the rest of the team witnesses a warmth in your eyes they never imagined was there.

“Take it easy, Cap,” you say. Your voice drops so no one else can hear, but your words catch the edges of Tony’s hearing regardless. “I love you, you know that?”

Steve’s eyes sparkle, and he presses his forehead gently against yours, relieved. “I know,” he murmurs back, “and I love you too.”

At a respectful distance, Natasha and Clint exchange glances. Bruce glances at Tony, who just offers a slight shrug. The legendary Captain America had fallen for a man with grit and fire, a man so different from him that it left them all baffled. Yet here you are, devoted and steady, unafraid to bare that tenderness when it counts.

Tony can’t help but grin a little. Leaning over to Clint, he mutters, “Well, guess there’s more to him than a bad attitude and a mean right hook.”

Clint only shrugs. “Steve sees it, and that’s enough.” And it is. Because in the end, for Steve Rogers, you’ll always be the one who keeps him safe, wipes his wounds clean, and whispers the gentlest words in the quiet aftermath of chaos—and no one can deny how right that looks on you.

[vampfucker666]

have not drawn in five million years. star trek teeth and natasha i guess. do NOT ask me how teeth managed to get on a fucking starship i dont think she knows either 😭

[darkwaveho]

Mini Burden

Summary: Natasha's act of gentle parenting goes out the window for the first time.

Warnings: mentions of spanking, verbal abuse? gaslighting, guilt tripping, toxic relationship, angst, unresolved trauma.

Part 2

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You never thought your daughter would return from an outing with Natasha with tears streaming down her face and so distraught. she runs into the house searching for you screaming your name. it's clear in her voice that she's upset. it isn't out of the ordinary that she comes home crying or upset because she didn't get what she wanted at the store or something so small as not stopping for ice cream before having dinner.

when she finds you in the kitchen, she practically runs into you clinching your legs as she cries into your jeans. "What happened Ana?" you soothe her as much as you can to get the words to come out clearly. Natasha still hasn't said anything on the situation or what happened. she doesn't even seem bothered by how upset she is. "M-mama." She stutters her words, your means to calming her down do nothing, you will get down to the problem, but your priority right now is to calm her heartbeat and break the potential fever that was coming on. you pick her up in your arms and head upstairs, you glance at Natasha on your way out and her facial expression gives you nothing. she's showing no emotions behind her eyes. she doesn't whisper to you on your way-out bout telling you the details later like she normally does and that scares you. it takes you about an hour to calm Anastasia down, she fought you on giving her a bath, she picked at her dino nuggets barely eating them, something serious has happened. You put Anastasia under neath her blanket. "Ana, can you tell me what happened at the store with mama?" her eyes fill with tears again and you're quick to reassure her. "Hey, it's okay." you gently rub her cheek with your thumb. "I wanted a new toy, mama said no it I really wanted it, mama told me to put it back."

"And what did you do?" you wait for the rest of the story, you know ana isn't entirely innocent she played a part in whatever this situation is. you concern is the outcome of whatever Natasha did because of it. "I knocked the other toys on the floor, and mama told me to pick it up. I didn't want to." you sigh softly knowing that this type of behavior is not acceptable or tolerated. "Ana, you know that's not okay." she nods her head slightly, understanding that her actions were wrong. "Keep going."

"She did the count down, but I still didn't pick them up." Natasha patience was wearing down you're sure of it, especially when the countdown isn't working. "She yelled at me to pick them up and when I yelled back at her she-"

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"I thought we agreed to never do that?" you burst into the room finally, Natasha thought you wouldn't even be sleeping in the same bed as her tonight. she looks up from her phone after typing away at the keyboard for a moment. she's not even surprised that ana told you what happened, but the worst part is she doesn't look remorseful.

"Yeah, well its clearly not working. She thinks she can do whatever she wants whenever she wants but we have to remember that we are the parent here y/n."

"There are other ways to discipline, we've been doing that already so what was so out of the ordinary today that you couldn't stick to it?"

"It was a few taps on the butt she'll be fine." Natasha waves that sentence off as if that means nothing to her. this is what you were afraid of when you two had talks about starting a family. unresolved issue within Natsha's past have kept you from wanting a child with her amongst other things but she put in the work to prove that she can be better, that she is better than her parents, you don't know what happened to that mentality today.

"She's not fine Natasha!" you raise your voice pointing at the door, the image of Anastasia bawling her eyes out as she ran into the house is frozen in your mind. "You popped our daughter because she's not old enough to fully control or express her emotions?"

"You should've saw the way she acted in that store, people stared at me!"

"So, she had a tantrum, she's fucking six-years old!"

"I am sick, sick of this gentle parenting bullshit! I have to walk around on eggshells about correcting my own daughter's actions." Natasha makes it point to throw her jacker across the room. it's fitting that she's having a tantrum of her own right now, but you bite your tongue.

"Did you have this same sentiment when you were in Ana's shoes?"

"What?"

"Were you this passionate about child discipline when you were the one receiving a back hand to the face? or a bruise to your skin, or a harsh and unforgivable word spit out at you with disgust?"

"That is not the same!"

"Isn't it though? it was nothing gentle about Alexei's parenting and even Melina didn't do her job right as a mother, she failed to protect you."

"That's great, it always comes back to this huh? I'm the thing."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm the thing in this house, I'm the thing in the relationship. I am the thing that's broken and will always remain broken. That part of me will never be fixed as much as I try to be what you want me to be for you and for our family." you open your mouth to speak, to stop her from breaking down her own progress even though she's done that the moment her hand came down against Anastasia. Natasha doesn't give you the chance to speak. "I chose to go against your script one time and now I am the winner of the worst mother in the world award. "Throwing my past back into my face to make me feel like shit about disciplining our daughter." you've had enough. you won't allow her to do this. you storm towards her fuming figure matching her anger. insinuating your words with a shove or pressing a finger into her chest the more upset it makes you.

"You seem to have forgot that she not just your daughter, she's our daughter and we agreed, mutually! We agreed to never place a hand on her, ever! you will not guilt trip me or gaslight me into thinking that what you did today is okay. Not this time, not when it comes to her!" In the past you were accustomed to taking Natasha back even when gaslighted, even when she was dead wrong, even when she knew she was wrong she still found a way to flip the script and make it about her being the victim. you don't want to hear her anymore, you're heard enough, you don't know who you're talking to right now. this was not your girlfriend; this was not the mother of your child. Natasha waits for you to say something else, she's looking for you to fight her, she'd argue with you all night long if you let her. You turn around quickly leaving out of the bedroom and slamming the door behind you. Natasha doesn't chase you; she doesn't scream after you, she lets you go. she lets you go to whatever room in this house you want to go to.

When Natasha wakes woken up to an empty bed, and a quiet house she knows you're not there, she knows her daughter isn't there. reflections of the argument hit her like a tidal wave. images of her daughter with tears streaming down her face and flinch of her body the moment Natasha tried to put her in the car seat correctly. it was too late; the damage had been done. even though her anger has simmered down to not even being a factor that would not be the case for you and Anastasia. You don't answer her calls, you don't answer her texts, you turn off Anastasia's location on her iPad as well as blocking Natasha's number. it would actually stop her from finding you, but you don't want her having immediate access to Anastasia, not right now. Natasha flops down into her office chair pouring another glass of alcohol, she's lost track of how many she's had, she doesn't care she'll take anything to numb her pain. Natasha drowns her thoughts in the glass of whiskey, drinking her problems away seem to be a better option right now than to constantly blow up your phone or to randomly pop up at your hotel room furthering the fear her daughter now has of her. She unlocks a drawer in her desk with shaky hands she retrieves a heavy file, and as she opens it a few photos fall onto the floor.

She doesn't pick those up, she spreads the Polaroid photos out across her desk. Each picture is of her through the years with a new bruise or injury. each photo holds a different story, a different reason for each bruise, black eye or broken bone. Those are photos you took of her, photos that she asked you to take, no matter how many times you denied. You did what she requested. She kept them. She kept the reminder of what she went through and here she is exhibiting the same behavior towards her daughter. Nastasha doesn't notice it immediately but the drop of fallen tears hitting her cherry wood desk makes her aware. She is crying. She hurt her daughter, not only emotionally but physically. Natasha feels sick to her stomach, she doesn't know how to make this up she doesn't even know if she should have the privilege of being a mom. Would her daughter hate her for the rest of her life? Would you leave and take Anastasia from her for good? and the bigger question is Can she be forgiven?