Screw The Pancakes

Screw The Pancakes

Imagine: Waking up next to your wife, Natasha

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"Mommy!" 

The little voice pulled you out a slumber.

"Mommy!!"

This time louder and more impatient. Looking through your eyelashes, you could zero in on a little girl who seemed to be a spitting image of both you and your wife.

"Mom!"

This time now fully awake, you quickly snatched your daughter from the ground, lifting her over you. Her giggles filled the air while someone grunted next to you.

"What are you doing up, little missy?" You teased, planting sloppy kisses over her face. "It's pancake day!" She shouted, Saturdays were always pancake days. 

You heard a soft groan from your left side, it belonged to your wife. The one and only Natalia Alianovna, your wife. 

Putting a finger to your lips, you and your daughter watched as Tasha snuggled into your side, trying to nuzzle her head between your stomach. 

Your daughter leant down carefully. "Mama?" She whispered softly, moving a bit of your wife's gorgeous red hair from her face. "Mom?" She asked again, this time tilting her head.

"How about you go downstairs and get out a bowl while I wake up your mother?" You pulled yourself up a little bit, lifting your little girl off your lap and back on the ground. 

"Loki Doki!" She nodded enthusiastically, clearly excited about pancake day.

Once you watched her leave the room, you turned over to face the sleeping beauty. "Hey, Tasha, it's wakey time," you smile at her, caressing her cheeks lightly.

A small whine escaped her lips as you softly woke her to sobriety. "It's pancake day," You pushed your limits with the assassin, chuckling like your daughter had.

"Screw the pancakes." Your chuckle soon turned into a full laugh at the grumpy widow's morning bedside manner. 

"Shut up," Natasha grumbled into the pillow, "You're too loud." You snatched her comfort pillow and watched as she groaned some more.

"Wake up, your daughter wants pancakes." You smirked at the mess of red hair in the black tank top snarled at you.

"Screw the pancakes…" She whispered once more before forcefully throwing her face into the mattress. 

Note to self: It's impossible to wake up Tasha before 8 o'clock. 

Marvel Women x Reader Masterlist!

Natasha Romanoff

Hope Van Dyne

Darcy Lewis

Michelle Jones

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Words: 643

Pairing: Hope Van Dyne x Fem!Reader

Imagine: Scott asking you out at a bar, understanding you're lesbian, suddenly being extremely supportive of this random stranger he just met and hyping you up to ask the pretty lass (Hope) that you couldn't rip your eyes off of ever since she walked in the room. 

FAKE DATING ONE BED TROP

(OBLIVIOUS CLAIRE)

Hey breznick stans, give me your favourite trope and ill see if I can write it!

Claire: *hugs Morgan*

Morgan: what the hell was that?!

Claire: affection.

Morgan: disgusting.

Morgan: do it again.

Chilly Hugs

Paring: Darcy Lewis x Fem!Reader

Imagine: Winters with Darcy

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Sliding your hands into the pockets of her jacket from behind, you snuck your head beneath her hair and into the crook of her neck. 

"It's cold, isn't it?" Your hot breath tickled her neck in a way that sent chills down her spine. She giggled at your soft actions. "Yeah, but that just means more hot cocoa and snuggles once we get home," Darcy gripped your numb hands and rubbed them in an attempt to warm them back up. Her rosy cheeks stood out more in this kind of weather.

Gosh, how much you loved this woman.