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You’ve got to be Kitten me! (A Natasha Request)

Requested: Anonymous

Pairing: Natasha X Child!Reader

Word Count:1344

Warnings: Child abuse, swearing

Request: Hey! I enjoyed the Kids these days fic! Can I request a Nat x child reader (maternal/child bond): Avengers are on a mission involving Hydra & they find young child R in a cell. R is a shape shifter (can shift into baby version of a tiger, wolf, something else idk). Child R thinks being in human form=pain & feels most comfortable in animal form w/ human mentality, or R has been treated like animal for so long=cautious wild animal mentality. Protective Avengers & Mama Bear Nat please! Thanks!

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Natasha stuck to the shadows as she walked further into the Hydra base. “Captain, I’ve got a heat signature up ahead, it looks like some sort of animal.”

Steve spoke back through the com, “See what it is, but don’t get hurt.”

Natasha smirked, even though she knew Steve couldn’t see, “When do I ever get hurt?”

She crouched, pulling out her gun as she turned the corner and saw the cell that was in the wall.

She gasped and tears welled up in her eyes. Because in the cell, that looked alarmingly like a cage, was a tiny, matted up orange tabby kitten.

Natasha glanced up and down the hallway before putting her gun away and crouching down to the ground. The kitten’s wide eyes were eerily human looking as it watched Natasha with fear.

Natasha whispered softly, stretching out a hand, “Why would Hydra have a kitten locked up?”

As she reached her hand in between the bars, the kitten arched its back and began hissing at Natasha.

“Nat! Status report! We’re getting pummeled out here!” Tony’s voice crackled in Natasha’s comm. She growled under her breath as she retracted her hand and responded.

“It’s odd Tony…I’ve got a kitten…” She trailed off as her mouth gaped open. The kitten in the cell started seizing and growing and changing.

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I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”

Thinking about how when Spencer and Derek were interrogating a violent suspect and he lurched forward at them, Derek’s first instinct was to jump up physically put himself between Spencer and their suspect.

Thinking about how Derek, who is notably not in charge, told Spencer that “I am not letting you get on that [hostage] train,” indicating that he sees himself as a non-negociable barrier between Spencer and dangerous situations.

Thinking about how when Spencer was missing, Derek was irrationally and uncharacteristically angry at JJ for not doing a sufficient job at protecting Spencer, and the fact that he wanted physical revenge on the man who hit him on camera.

Thinking about Spencer being poisoned and Derek refusing to leave his side, spending the night in a hospital chair just to be near him and see to it that the treatment would work.

Thinking about how Spencer had a dream that he was being eaten alive by leeches and his automatic subconscious response was to cry out for Derek, because he knew that he would be there to help him.

Thinking about the fact that they fall so naturally into a protector/protected rhythm that neither of them even really seem to consciously think about it

Thinking about how Odysseus carved the wedding bed out of an olive tree, which means the bed is rooted in the ground.

Thinking about the line “You don’t think I know my own palace? I built it!”.

Thinking about the implication that Odysseus built his entire palace around that olive tree, his and Penelope’s wedding bed, a symbol of their love.

Odysseus’ world is literally built around his love for Penelope.

…..i’m not crying, i just have an odypen in my eye.

The fanfiction writers who create wonderful stories and put lots of work and dedication so they can share them with us and we can enjoy them as well:

The people who steal their work and repost them on Wattpad:

Battinson would be so delightfully awkward with a Dick Grayson.

Bruce, curled up on the sofa wearing an oversized hoodie, hair greasy, eye makeup smeared all over his face, staring at a case file:

Dick: How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?

Bruce:

Dick: Ten tickles!

Bruce:

Dick: Get it? Because…tentacles…ten tickles.

Bruce:

Dick:

Bruce, completely stonefaced, whispering: that’sfunny

The minecraft peeps (the creeps) look so friend shaped...

Like look at him... wow... what a little guy

There is nothing funnier to me than Bruce deciding to go to a circus to have fun for once in his miserable brooding life only to relive his childhood trauma and adopt a child