#and then my body wakes me up at 7am
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*guy that hasn't slept properly in several days voice* damn why am i so tired
#rye.txt#my sleep schedule is so messed up man 😭#started going to bed at 2am instead of 10pm. except it takes me like an hour and a half to two hours to fall asleep each night#so really im getting to sleep around 3am-4am#and then my body wakes me up at 7am#and sometimes i can go back to sleep but other times i have Work To Do and have to get up then#and then i can maybe try to go back to sleep around 10am#except oops my body doesn't let me actually sleep so i just go to bed and sit there until i feel bad about trying to sleep during the day#and then i get up again#my works schedule is also Very Weird but it's always been like that#im. tired. i wanna draw kitty cats but im too eepy :(
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I feel you, its so bad 😭, I had to go on a functioning adult human schedule for school and good god, out the house by 7am... bad bitches are not built for that..
WE REALLY ARE... and man, I can brute force myself into any schedule if there are things that HAVE to be done at certain times (like school, like you said) but it absolutely never feels "right". it feels like waking up at 3am to go to the airport type of shit. and it is truly so annoying... to get hit with the "that's a Normal schedule, you need to Fix your schedule" okay. alright. but let me hit you with this one. is it "normal" or is it just conducive to a 8 - 5. because no matter what my sleep schedule is like, or how locked in I am, I'm more clear headed at night + more productive and energetic. and no matter what, I'm tired during the day, especially the brightest times of day when the sun is allegedly supposed to be signaling my brain to be awake and alert. and it doesn't matter how much sleep I got.
#I can wake up in The Early Morning after going to bed at a reasonable hour the night prior and be exhausted throughout the daytime#and if I make it to the night then I'll suddenly perk back up. if I woke up at 7am that morning (with 8 hours of sleep under my belt)#I can comfortably stay awake until 5 or 6am that very next morning.#I need to Adapt to the daytime schedule- but if I loosen my grip on myself at all I will instantly SNAP back to the nighttime one.#full rubberband moment.#I don't need to transition back into it. my body just wants to click it back in place#I'll go right back into the swing of it as soon as I'm allowed to again#sergle answers#also I don't have trouble sleeping in daylight hours. yeah I have the curtains drawn in my room#but they aren't Blackout curtains. it's dim in there but not Dark. that doesn't impede me at all#it is crazy the way that people are so confident in telling me to my face that I'm on a bad and lazy schedule#bc they are categorizing my wake-up time as 'sleeping in' bc they're measuring it on their standard of when THEY go to bed.#i could go to bed at noon and wake up at 3pm and they'd say that i slept in
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Well, yes....because I went to bed three hours ago and it's now 7am 💀
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#i can't help it#my body is conditioned to wake up at 6-7am no matter how early or late i sleep 😭😭😭#and the tiniest bit of caffeine keeps me up hence the 4am bedtime today 🫠
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waking up well before your alarm is weird for multiple reasons but one of them is the
*checks time*: 6:22 a.m.
*has a very elaborate dream sequence that extends across multiple days, with developed side characters, extensive lore, and several tone shifts*
*checks time*: 6:48 a.m.
like huh?
#anyway guess what happened to me this morning#especially weird bc I just got back from the next time zone over in the other direction#so 6am should have felt like 5am not 7am#but my body was overcompensating I guess. very eager to wake up#like girl chillax you went to sleep at like 2. we don't need to jump the gun here
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//feeling a bit drained, not enough energy to fully write, i'll probably focus on smaller things today
#//I blame my body for waking me up at 7am today#plus cramps are killin me today#can't even take a nap either cause I gotta work :/#brain just not be brainin'
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had to lay down. woke up at nearly 7am. got overwhelmed by our sleep schedule once again being fucked because yesterday we actually went to bed at roughly the right time and thought "oh this is great we've fixed it". decided that we're just gonna deal with it and it'll be fine. and then our brain decided that no actually we're gonna have a combination of emotions that's maybe gonna give me another breakdown if I can't figure out how to deal with them but I have no fucking clue what to do with them
#personal#thoughts#🍬 post#vent post#I fucking hate this. we barely did anything yesterday because we were too fatigued and then slept at a weird time#and we're still too fatigued to do much and we need to do the stuff we'd normally do before bed#and by the time we've done that we'll probably need to nap because we will feel so much worse if we don't#and I don't want to have to try and fit my whole day around trying to fix my sleep schedule but once again what else do I fucking do#and the whole last month has been like this over and over and it's because we got covid in February and have been way more fatigued#so we have to keep laying down and when we do that we just pass the fuck out#also waking up at like 7am (shortly before what should be our bedtime) leads to us feeling really sick#the way we used to feel when we had to get up early for college. like our body can't handle it and makes us feel like shit#and to top it all off the emotional shit I'm dealing with has nothing to do with this and it just another overwhelming thing on top of it#dysphoria and homesickness my fucking beloathed#I just want to be awake at the right time and have a nice stress free day and feel relaxed for once#like we keep trying to take time to relax and set aside time to do something fun and relieve some stress#and we still end up just as stressed and when we decided to spend a whole day just trying to relax we just ended up even more anxious#I'm so fucking tired. just let me sleep at the right time. just let me fucking relax for once in my life
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why does absolutely everything get harder when you get older like. why is THROWING UP harder than when i was a kid
#i used to just get up once in the middle of the night throw up real quick and go back to bed#now its like. im nauseous before i go to sleep i wake up like three times in the night to just vaguely be nauseous and then finally at 7am#my bodys like okay now we can do it 😊#LIKE BITCH YOU COUDLNT HAVE DONE IT THE FIRST TIME YOU GOT ME UP AT 2AM…..
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love how as soon as I have no obligations in the daytime i immediately revert to a 5am-2pm sleep schedule
#every weekend#And then I have to force my body to wake up at 7am on monday#please just let me be nocturnal#lilac post
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dude okay i think taking melatonin for a couple weeks actually like. triggered my brain to actually start making melatonin on its own for once???????? i just realized I've forgotten to take my sleep meds for two weeks straight and I'm still actually sleeping regularly and consistently for the first time in my life
#meds talk#what the FUCK.#i genuinely like. i JUST Realized that I've been forgetting#*but I've still been Actually Sleeping for once in my goddamn life*#i think it's like. lack of school partially#to be fair having a body with a different circadian rhythm than everyone else while living in a society that forced me to wake up at 7am#probably would lead to some sleep disorders in the long term#I'd literally get 3 hours of sleep a night every night it was horrible like no fucking wonder i was filled with so much mentally ill#and then when i got OUT of school body didnt know how to cope or go back to normal#so i needed meds#but now... i mean it's not the BEST sleep I'm still kinda sleeping not very long like 6 hours usually#for me the best is 8-9 hours#6 hours is Just Slightly Not Enough#BUT THAT'S WAY FUCKING BETTER THAN ONLY BEING ABLE TO SLEEP IN TWO HOUR BLOCKS
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sometimes i really wanna ask to switch my schedule to going in at 9 instead of 8 but i just haven’t gotten around to asking and i forget whenever my boss actually comes in
#i just wanna be able to not wake up at what feels like the asscrack of dawn#like waking up at 6/6:30 is so exhausting no matter how#much sleep i get like i could fall asleep at 9pm and then wake up like wow i want death#but once it’s like 7am i’m usually Fine#idk my body also hates me and makes me feel like i’m gonna throw up for the first hour i’m awake so
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[ID: A woman in a plum-colored dress standing in front of a TV screen in a room decorated with many old lights and books. She holds a pointer and speaker cards. The words on the TV screen and the caption of what she says are the same: "Morning People are an Oppressive Class" End ID.]
Ok wait let her speak
#id stolen from notes bc I like the additions#my body naturally wants to sleep around 12am and wake at 10am#I wake up around 7am for work & school and I can barely eat because Im nauseous every morning#and then I spend the whole morning drowsy which is fine at work and less fine when I need to sit quietly and pay attention to an 8am lectur#before you tell me to just not schedule 8ams. I have to schedule school around my work so I can afford to eat :)
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i work with butterflies now so now i can say eve likes butterflies and can be familiars to her- they have eyes on their wings- she sees everything
#♔ ⎰ ❛ without mercy . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ out of char ⊱#✾ ⎰ ❛ apples peaches pears . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ out of char ⊱#// aka i have done a back to back sleep at 3 am to waking up at 7am in a row and i think my body disagrees with me#so random thoughts are nice#but no seriously butterflies and flowers link well with her character#because far away they can be very pretty#very detailed up close#but then you realize butterflies have fucking creepy ass faces and flowers can rot and decay#so it f i t s : D#i need sleep ; D
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I need to stop talking to myself cus why tf am I pacing around my room at 3 am talking about some random fuck shit
I'm not even talking about anything either I'm literally telling a story to the invisible audience like
Going up to my mirror like it's my companion💀
"You know what I'm saying?" Yes tf I know what you're saying I hear your fucking thoughts bitch
#i haven't slept in... alot of hours--#I DID EAT THO I REMEMBERED TO EAT#(not having any background that probably sounds alarming but i... haven't eaten alot today SO YES I DID REMEMBER TO EAT A MEAL)#ive been complaining how im tired and my head hurts since 5pm and yet i haven't knocked my pillow yet#I'M KNOCKING OUT NOW I SWEAR#WRAPPED UP IN MY BLANKETS RN#SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG MF#IM GONNA SLEEP SO TIGHT TONIGHT#THE BED BUGS WONT EVEN FATHOM TO BITE BRUH#me soon(hopefully--): honk mi mi mi mi mi😴😴 honk mi mi mi mi mi mi😴😴#one of these days im just gonna take a melatonin cus why my body dont wanna shut down like nigga it be 7am until i get to them Zzz's y'know#7am is crazy cus thats when id be waking up to go to school#AND ITS AUGUST I START BACK COLLEGE IN SEPTEMBER BRUH#YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS GOING TO BE TO SLEEP NORMALLY#I HOT CLASS 5 DAYS A WEEK THIS SEMESTER#AND THAT'S JUST MY STANDARD SCHEDULE I NEED TO ADD SOME CLASSES TO IT TOO#why am i yelling#im a full time student but i usually get one day out of the week that i don't have a class but the elective i chose is on that day#so im like well damn i kinda did this to myself#the classes that i need to add to my schedule only run on certain days so i already know im gonna be a little booked this coming semester#and look I've already made it a habit to stay longer there anyway#cus the painting room😍😍😍#i cant do art at my house. plain and simple.#cus one my room is small some of the shit in my room(finished paintings and shit) cant even fit in here anyway#the vibes in this environment is terrible i cant get to work here(which is the most important part btw)#my family is NOSEYYYYTFHHSJDJSHDG#like shut the fuckUPPPPOHFXGUGFYH#i like having a space where i can go to make art and i feel good in the space and i feel good in the art space#not to say i hate living at home(i do) but its.... not it. not it at all.#kay just saying shit
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wake up, sunshine | c.sc
somno + breeding kink with seungcheol
pairing: choi seungcheol x reader
genre: smut, est. relationship
wc: ~1.2k (again… not proofread)
synopsis: morning sex w seungcheol and yall lowkey want babies but you also don’t (rn).
!other kinktober fics!
a/n: 11am on the due date… HELP you guys please i know this is MID as FUCK!! i have zero motivation right now for this, but i wanted to put something out. i’ll come back one day w a better cheol fic to make up for this tiny thing ): also there’s a lot of “fuck”s in this idk… what happened. oh and one last thing…
SM SUPPORTS BULLYING!
it was just past 7am. the crisp fall breeze whispered through the bedroom window, nipping seungcheol on his shoulder. his eyes fluttered open as he rolled over onto his back. he stared at the ceiling for a couple seconds before looking to his right side where you were still lying fast asleep. a soft smile crept onto his face as he watched your peaceful form rise and fall with each breath. he reached his arm out to tuck your hair that had fallen in your face, behind your ear. he shifted onto his side to admire you more comfortably, never growing bored of this hobby. uninterrupted, getting to stare at the beauty in front of him that he was lucky enough to call “mine”.
unless you had an early shift, seungcheol was always awake before you. always exhausted from work, you loved to milk your sleep for all it was worth, whereas your boyfriend would prefer to start his days early. you’d normally wake up an hour after him to the smell of bacon permeating the air in your room.
however, this morning was different.
“fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, nowhere near loud enough to wake you. something about the way your nose had a slight pink tint from the open window, the way your hair was draped beautifully behind you, and the way he could catch a glimpse of your chest down the top of the comforter had his cock trying to break free from his boxers. you looked… devine. in your sleep, you rolled onto your back, and seungcheol took it as an opportunity to get some early breakfast.
he couldn’t help himself. he ducked under the covers, moving himself in between your legs. even in pitch blackness, he knew your body like the back of his hand. he effortlessly moved his arms under your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders, holding them tightly. he gave your inner thighs a couple soft kisses before kitten licking your clit. gentle enough to not startle you, but the feeling so blissful nonetheless, you start shifting your hips slightly under his hold. seungcheol smiled against your core before using an arm to lift the comforter up to see your angelic face already looking down at him. “wake up, sunshine,” he cooed before taking your clit into his mouth, still maintaining eye contact. you gasped at the sudden warmth, in contrast to your now cold, exposed skin. “ch-cheol, what’re you doing?” you giggled out. you don’t even remember falling asleep fully naked but, whatever. you’re currently glad you did.
“having an appetizer before breakfast,” he stated very matter of fact. “i woke up extra hungry, i guess,” he shrugged with a tender smile on his face.
you giggled again before running your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the strands to hint that you wanted his face up here with yours, and (even tho his tongue was magic) something else between your legs. your boyfriend couldn’t help his sweet nature, though. as he crawled on top of you, eyes locked on yours, he whispered, “you have the prettiest eyes baby,” before attacking your lips with his. when he pulled away you smiled, “imagine if we made little me’s… ya know… my eyes and stuff…” he chuckled at your flushed cheeks and flustered demeanor. were you trying sweet talk him? dirty talk him? your half-asleep brain had no idea, but he knew exactly what you were getting at.
he hummed before kissing your forehead, then your cheek, then your jaw, and then your neck... he lingered there, leaving tender, wet kisses on your skin. the softness of it all slowly sending you back off into your dreams. “cheol…” you whispered, almost completely asleep. seungcheol pulled away from your neck, once again hovering over you. he smiled at your sleepy face. knowing that he was soothing your body so well that he’d sent you back to sleep was making his cock swell up with even more need. he loved taking care of you in every way. he lived for it. he craved your happiness. when you were satisfied, so was he.
he reached his hand down to grab his cock from his boxers, inhaling sharply at the contact. he rubbed his tip lightly up and down your entrance, smearing a mix of your slick and his spit all over your cunt. he pushed himself inside of you with a low, quiet groan in hopes to not disturb you too much. you squirmed a bit, definitely not asleep, but still too tired and relaxed to open your eyes. “mmmph cheol…”
seungcheol sluggishly started thrusting in and out of you, his hand moving up to cup your face. “are you awake yet, sunshine?” he breathed. “uh uh,” you whimpered, smiling softly with your eyes still closed. “gotta fuck you awake then hm?” he smirked before picking up his pace. you moaned out at his increased determination to get you both off out of nowhere. in no time, seungcheol’s hips were snapping into yours and he was demanding you to look him in the eyes as he wrecked you from the inside out. his voice started to raise in pitch. “do you feel me in there, love? f-feel me all in your stomach hm? god~ -m gonna fill you up with my cum yeah?” he panted, resting his forehead on yours. “y-yes p-please cheol, please… breed me” you pleaded, fully awake at this point. seungcheol’s hips stuttered. he had to stop himself. “fuuuck,” he growled at your words. he started thrusting in and out of you again, far more brutal than before. “such a good girl. so g-good begging for me to breed you huh? p-pump you full of my cum? fuck~” he panted out, chasing his high. you were right behind him, the knot in your tummy ready to snap at any moment. “ch-cheol i’m gonna cum,” you cried out, screwing your eyes shut, arching your back. you crying his name, pressing your tits up against him… he was done for. “fuck~” he moaned out pushing his cock all the way inside you, filling you up completely.
morning showers weren’t your thing, but you had no choice this morning. you and cheol were both a mess.
“so,” cheol started from inside the kitchen, grabbing you a plate of food. your eyes admiringly watching him cross over to the dining table where you were. “you want babies hm?” he asked in a teasing tone. you chuckled grabbing the plate from him, then he sat with his. “i mean yeah one day… not now, though,” you poked at a piece of scrambled egg with your fork before bringing it to your mouth. “that’s too bad..” cheol jokingly sighed. “too bad?” you raised an eyebrow. “yeah… i don’t know i got like… a warm fuzzy feeling over the thought of little yous running around.” you beamed at his words. “that’s called a paternal instinct,” you giggled, then you continued, “and i’m glad you have one.” you reached over the table patting him on his head.
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Drunkenly tell König everything you want him to do to you?
Aight finna be hella self indulgent and oddly specific because I'm just weird like that.
Ps: There's a drunk König confession in my drafts so hold up for that one.
Please — Konig x reader-mildly suggestive
He really shouldn't have joined. Usually he wouldn't even go if it wasn't for you. Sweet and teasing you, begging for him to come with the team. How could he ever refuse you.
So here he was, sitting with you. A light fizz in your mind as you lean up against the wall like man, calm and steady on the outside yet with the way you were pressed up against him- somehow worming your way into his lap, you could hear his heartbeat.
It was sweet really. Flattering even. How easily you were able to fluster him. Even through the hood you could see the way his eyes widened. Pupils expanding like you hung up the stars for him. Fuck. Could it be the alcohol or have you just wanted him, your fucking teamate. Your colonel for fucks sake for years.
No time other than the present.
"König?"
"Yes, Schatz?"
Responding quickly, attending to your every need. Maybe he'd indulge in you. He would, wouldn't he? He raised a hand, far too meaty and muscly to be weak. Maybe his power was absolute, never weakening even in the face of time, far past his prime.
He brushed a hair away from your face, gently aligning it back in your hair as if he couldn't kill you with a single breath. He was a god in the face of you and yet he wouldn't even look at anyone else.
"Choke me."
The words escaped you faster than you realized and maybe your body kicked in a personal shield from self embarrassment because that's where your memory ends. Waking up the next day, fully clothed on his bed. And yet you could feel it, bruises on your neck and shoulders. Oh and uncomfortably sticky panties.
Now there's the problem of trying to escape this man's deadly grip...at least it wasn't 7AM yet...
Ps:Hc that König is a light sleeper bros just pretending to be asleep just for an excuse to keep you close. Knowing full well his arms are bruising your arms and hips and he likes it<3
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(wife) Natasha Romanoff x reader
word count: 1.8 k
- Snow Day -
summary - snow days with your wife and kids
a/n - ahhhhhh i love snow and natasha.
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The moment Natasha jumps on top of you at 7am is the moment you decide to divorce her.
Not seriously, but you did threaten to as she shook your body and practically screamed, “It’s snowing detka!” You opened one eye and sure enough, there was ice frost covering the outside of your bedroom windows and you could see snow covering the trees.
“That’s nice honey. Now go back to bed.” She shakes her head, jumping off the bed and yelling as loud as she can- which is pretty fucking loud if you didn’t know-, “Kids! It’s snowing!”
Just like Natasha, your kids love the snow more than anything. Probably more than they love you. It's a few seconds before the cheering begins, and then your oldest sons come running into your room and jump onto the bed. “Wake up! Wake up!” Lev, the oldest, practically screams in your face, and then Andy- short for Anthony-, the middle child, lays his whole body weight on top of you. He’s fourteen years old, only two years younger than his older brother and eight years older than their little sister, but after years of working out with Natasha, he’s very strong and putting his whole body weight on top of you means basically cutting off your ability to breathe.
The sound of little footsteps entering the room makes you all stop, and Lena, your six year old daughter and youngest child, enters the room with her stuffed monkey in hand and crawls into the bed next to you. She loves the snow, but she also loves sleep just like you.
“Come here принцесса.” Lev mutters, grabbing his little sister from the bed and holding her in his arms. Her big brothers are her protectors, and if you and Natasha aren’t there to treat her like a princess, her brothers are.
“You wanna build a snowman little spider?” Andy asks, tickling her stomach as a method of waking her up. She giggles, a tired grin taking over her face as she looks out the window. “Snow day?” “Snow day Lena.” She nods, suddenly much more awake as she climbs out of his arms and back onto the bed. You think she's coming back to cuddle with you, but you should know by the devilish grin on her face- one very similar to your wifes- that is not true. She stands up on the bed, then lets her small body free fall onto yours. Was naming her after your sister in law (the one that totally did this shit to you a few months ago) a good idea? Probably not.
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And that's how you ended up gathering up all the scarfs in the house, which only turned out to be 4. Luckily, one of them was really long so you and Natasha can share it once you get outside. While the kids are in their rooms putting on thousands of layers, Natasha is in a tank top and leggings like she's about to go out on a run in the summertime. “Natalia. Where is your sweater? Sorry I meant, where are your sweaters? Plural because it’s fudging freezing outside.”
She shrugs, continuing to make six cups of hot chocolate despite it being 7 in the morning. You chuckle. “The kids only need one cup each Nat.” She nods, looking down at the cups with a nervous smile. “I know…..three of these are for me.”
You grab a few sweaters for her, forcing her to put them on and then standing in front of her holding in a laugh at the now balloon shaped form of your wife. “You look um….you look amazing honey.” She can't see you considering the beanie going down to her nose and scarf up to about the same place but she can hear you searching through your pockets for your phone. “I know what you’re doing! Do I look stupid to you detka?”
“Yes….and this is going on the Avengers Christmas card.” You snap the photo, running away from her when she begins waddling towards you.
You go stand out on the porch with her, waiting for your kids to come out and join you in the cold. Why they love the freezing temperatures will always be a mystery to you. When they come out, each kid is handed one cup of hot chocolate that they pull down their scarves to chug. They boy’s aren't too big as they’ve grown a lot over the years since you bought the pieces of fabric, but the new one you bought for Lena when winter season started is practically covering her whole head and Natasha has to pull it down in order to see the little girl's bright smile.
You take your seat at one of the rocking chairs you and your wife bought for your wrap around porch, piling several blankets over your lap and watching with a smile as the kids- that's including Natasha- run out into the chilly forest. When Lev was two years old and you had first adopted the few month old baby Andy, Natasha retired from her job as an Avenger and bought you and your kids a large piece of property and a big house. The land is filled with trees that kids spend evenings placing hide and seek in, and in the summer they go horseback riding with their mom. Natasha takes care of all the animals that live around the property and in the barn, and you spend days doing whatever you wish whether it's helping her or staying inside the house relaxing with the kids.
A snowball flies past your head, and you look up to glare at your wife. “Hey! Why are you looking at me? Look at them!” The redhead points to the kids, who stare at her bewilderment. “You know what? Fuck this.” You mutter, removing the blankets from your lap and running out into the snow. You form a snowball, hiding with your kids behind a stack of hay that Natasha left out the other day. Your wife was an Avenger, a spy, and a shield agent. That's all true. But you live with her. It’s not too hard to pick up on her habits.
You can hear her crunchy footprints coming up behind the hay, but the kids have already formed even more snowballs so you hold up three fingers, slowly putting each on down until you have zero left. They all jump up, practically yelling war cries as they hit their mother with snowball after snowball. You take this chance to run into the forest nearby, hiding behind a tree with several snowballs in hand.
Once they run out of snowballs and the laughter dies down a bit, you sneak out from behind the tree and begin throwing the snow at the back of your wife. The children laugh, but she turns to you with a devil-like grin and you instantly know you’re in deep shit. “Okay Nat….Nat….our kids are watching. They can't see me go like this.” You dramatically tell her, only bringing more giggles out of your kids.
“Get her mom!” Lev cheers, and your eyes widen as you look at him in mock offense.
“Whose side are you on kid?” You ask. He shrugs, holding up another snowball and throwing it at Natasha's head.
“Neither. Every man for themselves!” He sprints into the forest, Andy close behind him and Lena standing out in the open with no snowballs in hand.
Natasha grins at her, opening her arms for a hug. “Come here and give me a hug, little spider.” The six year old narrows her eyes at the Russian woman before sprinting after her brothers, but Natasha is already forming four snowballs when the little girl gets to the edge of the tree line.
You watch with a grimace as your wife throws each snowball at the back of the little girl, and the force of the snow makes Lena fall face first into a pile of coldness. You smack Natasha’s arm. “Natalia! She’s six years old!”
The redhead just laughs, turning her back to the forest as she grins at you. “She's my daughter. She can handle a couple snowballs to the face.” While she was defending letting her child get hypothermia, Lev and Andy were sneaking up behind her, each with a large pile of snow in their arms.
“Um….Nat-” You start with a giggle, but it's too late and the boys are lifting up the piles to drop them on top of her head. It breaks over her head, falling down in front and behind her like snow and leaving it all over her head and shoulders. “That was for Lena!” Andy yells and then they take back off to the forest, Natasha not far behind.
A few hours later, you watch as Natasha and the kids come back out of the forest, and then plop down in the snow with erratic breathing. You get up from your seat on the porch, walking onto the cold field and then laying down in it right next to your wife.
It's silent for a few minutes, but then the sound of shuffling begins. You look to your side to see Natasha moving her arms and legs, forming an angel looking shape in the snow. You all spread out a little before copying her movements. So that's what you guys do for like three minutes, before standing up and admiring your guy’s work. There are five different sized angels in the snow, the perfect replicas of you and your family.
“Mama. I’m cold.” With a small smile, Nat grabs her by her under arms and hoists her up on her shoulders.
“I think that calls for more hot cocoa.” “Tasha-” You go to tell her that they’ve already had too much sugar and that Lena is practically shaking due to a sugar high, but she’s making her way into the house with the boys trailing behind her before you can say anything. You chuckle to yourself, following after them.
She’s already grabbing the packets of cocoa powder once you get inside, and the boys settle themselves on the couch as you snatch them from her. She groans, sending you her best pout. You've been married to her for a very long time though and rarely fall for that anymore. “No. They can have something else.” The redhead widens her eyes, trying to put on a puppy dog's face that has you laughing harder than you ever had.
“Fine.” You’re not going to tell her that the only reason you said yes is because Lena was doing the face too. The little girls were much cuter. They cheer, beginning to heat up some milk to put in the hot drink as you go sit down on the couch with your boys.
Natasha and Lena join you guys, the older of the two sitting behind you on the couch so you can lay your back on her chest, and the boys let their little sister choose a movie which is why you end up watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Your wife isn’t focused on the movie though. She’s admiring you, how you chuckle at the funny parts as your eyes sparkle with joy.
Snow days are her favorite thing, but it’ll never compare to you.
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