Natasha Romanoff one-shots (gxg)

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

Warnings: tic, crying, cussing, i don't think there anything else but let me know if im wrong!

Translations: мамы = mamas(i love the nickname dont judge me), (french)Papillon = butterfly

word count: 3k

Y/n is autistic although I'm focusing on tics more

A/N: this is how tic attacks and tics in general are for me but everyone experiences it differently. Also the end is more focused on lovey dovey stuff and natty taking care of Y/n and less about tics

Tic attacks and random little tic I don't notice - like my eyebrow twitching, flapping hands(that also could be happy stim for me), tapping feet, or shaking my head vigorously etc.- are very annoying a frustrating -yea I usually cry when I have a tic attack because it's that frustrating- so I thought I'd write about it.

My tics are usually random unless I'm under stress or doing something I don't like -like when I wake up lol-.

My Canadian ass decided to put a Tim's(you'll understand if your Canadian) in this lol the end is so rushed cuz it was like 3am also not edited

i wrote the last part not masking so you get to see the un masked version of me and how i act.

its so shitty im sorry

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I wake up to light shining through the blinds. I can tell this is going to be a bad day. I already feel a tic attack coming on. I turn to see Nat still sleeping. Hair sprawled out on her pillow. I gently move to lay on my back as to not wake her - it usually helps with my tics- and bring my heels up to my butt. My feet start to bounce -the beginning of a tic attack-. Nat started to wake. I just bring my hands to my chest and try to breathe. Sometimes I can breathe through them and only tic a little. But I can't just stop a tic fully. I take deep breaths as my feet tap, my hands only flapping a little this time. That happened a couple times. A wave of relief comes after the tics.

I can't help the tears that fall down my cheeks. My tics are usually triggered but can also just happen. It's just so frustrating. So tiring. I don't notice Nat awake till she's wiping my tears. She kisses the side of my head.

"Bad day huh?"

All I can do is nod. Nat knows some days are harder than others and she recognizes today is one of those days.

"In bed longer natty?"

"Oh course мамы"

We only layed for another 30 minutes. Natasha brushed my fluffy hair out of my face.

"I think we gotta get up baby"

I can't help but whine. I just want to stay in bed.

"I know мамы but we gotta eat, and I think maybe a little walk or some training can help"

She's not wrong moving around does usually help a lot.

"Hm? How does that sound, baby?"

I can feel my eyebrow tic.

"Your right it would probably help"

"Hold on say that again"

I can't help but giggle