#Tony loves her endlessly

[badingsm]

If its possible could you do a Natasha Romanoff x Avenger Wife Reader where reader is pregnant and when the snap happens Natasha is among those who gets dusted/snapped and reader gives birth not a long after and when the team reverses the snap and Natasha returns reader introduces Natasha to their child

Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide, cursing, depression, suggestive contents, angsty but still fluffy ending.

It's kind of unjustified, I know, but I'm in a rush because our midterms are coming soon :((

"Clint, where's Nat?"

Your heart thumped unsteadily, feeling some ache somewhere in your heart that you couldn't figure out just yet why it was there. But it's surely there.

You got your answer when the man sobbed as he fell onto his knees. "I'm sorry, Y/n.. I'm sorry."

"No, no, no." You shook your head from side to side, tears burning into the corners of your eyes while you refused to believe him with what you think he's implying. "Tell me where my wife is!"

"I'm so sorry," Clint said, wiping away his tears.

"No, Barton! Fuck you, this isn't funny anymore!" You glared at him. "Goddammit, what the fuck happened?"

"It's a soul for a soul," Clint whispered lowly. Flashbacks of the scene moments ago had torturously replayed into his mind, making him feel more miserable than he could even bear. "And she told me to tell you that she loves you and your baby so much—that she's doing this for the both of you, for everyone."

"Fuck everyone!" You screamed madly, tears now flowing endlessly from your bloodshot eyes. "This can't happen—she won't leave us just like that! Fucking hell!"

"I'm sorry, Y/n." Wanda teared up with you, rubbing your back while you looked towards Yelena, who had her knees bent on the ground, her face buried in her palms, while Kate drew circles in her back. "We're going to make this worth it. For Nat. We're here for you."

"No, no, no, don't say that," You scoffed. "We're going to bring back my wife by killing that purple grape motherfucker!"

-

It was a deadly fight. Everyone had some injuries, some severe, and some carrying on. Most were bloodied due to the war that had happened. It was exhausting, filled with rage and pain from all the suffering that all of you had to endure when your loved ones had been dusted and gone.

Everybody mourned the great Tony Stark's sacrifice. It was a gloomy moment, more so because you're about to give birth and you realized that your baby wouldn't have her mama by her side.

It was a painful journey; all the thorns repeatedly stabbed your heart endlessly every minute of every day, crying on the corner while you thought of the moments where you could have been with Natasha throughout your journey.

Before you even knew it, an oxygen mask was placed on your nose as you pushed with everything that you could until you heard the cries of your daughter. It made you cry because Natasha should've been here. She should be the one holding your hand as you painfully pushed instead of this stupid railing of your bed.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Romanoff." Your OB smiled at you, handing your cleaned-up child for a first-time skin-to-skin contact with your daughter.

And you sobbed when you caught sight of your daughter, immediately quieting when she found comfort in the warmth of your chest.

She was the spitting image of Natasha—small strands of red hair were growing in her head, while you also caught a glimpse of her forest green orbs. Her nose and her lips—all are Natasha.

Jesus.

You really miss her.

"Hi, my love." You kissed your daughter's temple, sniffling quietly. "I'll be here for you always, and Mama's going to be in your heart always."

-

"Shayne, I told you, don't bother me again!" You sighed over the phone, feeling the ache of not sleeping for 36 hours already due to your daughter crying endlessly. "I'm not interested!"

"You need someone to be with you," Shayne insisted. You met her in a bakery shop that she owned after one of your visits to Natasha's grave. You became good friends until she confessed her love for you, and it got out of hand. "You're smart enough to know that your daughter needs somebody else other than you."

"First of all, fuck you." You spat lowly over the phone, afraid to wake up your daughter again and make her grumpy for the next few days. "Second, how dare you! Third, shut your useless mouth before I do. Lastly, if you ever bother me again, I'll make sure your mouth will be put in its appropriate place. Bye."

You ended the call with nothing but fury in your heart. It actually felt nice to have a friend outside the compound, but then, as it turns out, it will be three times worse than you had imagined, making you wish that you never entered it in the first place.

You look over to the crib, where a two-month-old baby girl is sleeping peacefully, as if she hadn't just turned your whole world upside down. It's not that you're complaining; you love your daughter with everything that you have, but without Natasha's guidance, you don't know what to do. It came to the point where you suffered from severe depression. You tried drinking some paracetamol all at once but stopped when you heard the needy cries of your baby.

God, everything feels exhausting.

Then, before you even knew it, you were silently crying over the corner, holding your palm against your mouth so you wouldn't make a noise that might startle the sleeping child. It all felt heavy while you had nothing but a child to hold onto.

Knock knock!

You groaned, walking towards the door, knowing probably that Shayne decided to barge into your house yet again, which is already annoying, when suddenly, as you opened the door, you were faced to face with the person whom you missed so dearly.

You blink owlishly, pinching yourself quietly from behind as you look at her with squinted eyes, and finally, when you see her smile shyly at you with a small wave, you realize that she's real.

Finally, Natasha's back.

Natasha Romanoff is home.

You scoffed, lunging at her with a bear hug while she enveloped you with the same warmth that you longed for.

"I missed you, baby!" Natasha mumbled in between your teary kisses, about to press her soft lips again against yours when you pinched her side and repeatedly slapped her shoulder. "Babe! What?!"

"You bastard!" You cried, tears wrecking away through your eyes. "You left me alone! You left us—your daughter! Damn it! Do you always have to be the hero, huh? Why do you always have to sacrifice something? Can't you be selfish for once?"

"Baby, I'm so sorry," Natasha muttered like a mantra as she hugged you tightly until you got tired of your tortures on her body. "I'm so sorry, detka. I love you, and it won't happen again."

"Yeah, no, I'm still mad and furious-" You were cut off by the loud cries of the little child that you and Natasha had made together on one of your date nights as you both got lost in translation and fell in love with how your bodies seemed to understand each other passionately wordlessly. "Fuck."

"Is that...?" Natasha didn't have to finish her sentence when you both entered the messy house. The redhead didn't care about the slight lack of tidyness, as her eyes were trained immediately to the small frame on your arms. "Y/n.."

"Hi Mama!" You smiled, your heart leaping in joy when you finally realized that your daughter's able to finally meet her Mama and be with her Mama. Finally. "We missed you."

"Not as much as I do, love," Natasha kissed both of your foreheads, shakily reaching out to cradle your guy's baby when you insisted that she should hold her. "God, she's so beautiful."

"She looks like you." You grinned, hugging Natasha by the waist as the wailing child immediately fell silent at the warmth of her mother and the lulling of her low hum. Your hand went further until you reached the area below her glorious ass, pinching it as hard as you could, making the widow yelp due to the force of your own powers, "Baby, what was that for?!"

"Revenge." You smiled tightly. "Tell me how you're able to come back here soon, okay? Right now, I just want us to cherish this moment as a whole family, please?"

"Of course, my love," Natasha grinned, pursing her lips as she leaned in to kiss you. "I love you, baby."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Not enough."

"What?" Natasha was confused. "What do you mean?"

"You have to promise that you won't leave us again." You stared at her, the burning of the corners of your eyes indicating your tears even though you fought them back as much as you could. "Please, Nat, I can't bear to lose you again—we can't."

Natasha's heart ached at the pleading look that you gave her. It hurts her that she's the reason for your pain and misery, even though that wasn't entirely true to you. She smiled, finally making up her mind to do some lighter and more office work on the compound rather than have deadly missions from now on. Unless she needed to, after all, it's still her mission to help the people.

"I promise."

-

Bonus:

The night was finally peaceful this time. There weren't any nightmares that will haunt you at night, and there won't be any dreams that will make you wreck into sobs in the daylight because, at last, Natasha's here. With you.

"Good morning, baby." Natasha's husky voice greeted you in the morning. You could feel her slightly tightening her grip around your waist as both of your bodies from last night fell into each other like a perfect puzzle. "God, I missed you so much."

"That's what you get for being so selfless always." You sighed.

It's not that you're selfish; of course, you want to save those in need because that's the reason why you both are heroes, but sometimes you wish the guilt from Natasha's past would vanish away because she doesn't deserve it. It was none of her fault because she was controlled and powerless to fight that. It still haunts her every day, and you're empathetic for that.

"Tell me," You whispered lowly while she drew small circles around your skin, making you feel the warmth of her hands. "How is this possible? Are you Natasha from another universe?"

"No, baby, no.." She chuckled lowly, kissing your temple while she breathed out, a small smile creeping into the corners of her lips as she felt thankful for another chance to be with you and your daughter. "The team. They reversed the snap with the help of Tony's theories and equipment after they gave back the stones. It's a long procedure, but here I am now. What's important is that I'm finally here."

"But Tony.." You felt the tears sting your eyes.

"He's back too, baby." Natasha winked, and you scoffed in happiness, kissing her passionately as the day went by. It's still early, and you felt something poke against your ass, causing Natasha to groan lowly. "Now, now, let's make many baby Romanoffs for this house because the author is a hornbag and a whore for me, yeah?"

"Fuck yes!"

And maybe baby number two, indeed.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Number Neighbors Pt. 21

Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Natasha Masterlist Series Masterlist

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary:  When you catch sight of the newest trend going around you know you’re all but bound to at least try it, it was harmless anyway. What could possibly stem from something so little?

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You weren’t freaking out. You weren’t. Except maybe you were because your friend decided to leave out one very crucial detail about the party you were accompanying her to.

“You didn’t tell me it was at Avengers Tower!?” You gape as you crane your neck to get a full view of the tower. You’d walked past it a few times before, heck you’d even been in the lobby for a few events they’d done but now you were about to go to an actual floor of the tower. The very tower the Avengers live in?? You were going to pass out…

“Well, it is hosted by Tony Stark” Your head whips towards your coworker and you can’t tell if the feeling that suddenly floods you is nerves or excitement but either way you feel like you’re going to explode. All over this very expensive tower.

“What?” You watch as she pulls a very fancy-looking invitation out of her purse and you’re so tempted to ask how she even got invited but the other part of you is still flabbergasted at the fact that you’re probably going to at one point talk to at least one Avenger.

God what if it’s-

“Did I forget to mention that?” Your friend tilts her head as if it’s a completely inconsequential fact and you immediately turn around to go home 

“I can’t do this”

A hand on your wrist stops you as you're pulled back to your companion. Thankfully she pulled you back by your uninjured arm, otherwise, it would’ve hurt like a bitch. You were lucky enough to find some skin color bandages and concealer to hide it for the most part.

“C’mon Y/n, you never hang out with anyone from work! Plus you really need to get out and socialize, you spend too much time smiling at your phone. You can text your girlfriend later!” 

She pulls you into the tower and your body follows her on auto-pilot. It’s the second time someone’s referred to Nat as your girlfriend and it makes you wonder just how whipped you must look texting her for other people to automatically assume she’s your partner.

When you focus back in on your surroundings before you can spiral you’re met with the imminent doom of two elevator doors closing in front of you. The two of you are the only ones in the elevator and your panicked face is met with a confused smile.

“What’s up with you?” Your coworker is being an absolute sweetheart considering how not normal your reaction is to this party so you take a few deep breaths and try to calm your racing mind

“I can’t go up there, Natasha Romanoff is up there”

She tilts her head once more and stares at you with an inquisitive look “Are you scared of her?”

Your head is rapidly shaking before you can even get the words out “What? No! Of course not!” 

You can’t get your eyes to meet hers though as a blush creeps up to your cheeks. The elevator is silent as it slowly climbs floor by floor and you think she’s just going to drop it when her sudden exclamation makes you flinch

“Oh my God! You have a crush on her don’t you?”

You’re more than a little embarrassed to admit it, your mother was tired of how often you talked about her, and your old friends used to tease you endlessly about your one-sided love. “It’s not like that!” 

But… lately, she wasn’t on your mind as often. She always seemed like someone you could project your romantic fantasies onto because you knew there was no way in the world she could ever like you back, but now that you had someone real… “She’s just... she’s just really cool, okay?” 

You still admired her and wanted to thank her for saving your life that day but now someone else occupied your heart. It wasn’t going to stop you from blushing around her though, she was endlessly gorgeous.

Your friend's laugh echoes off of the sleek silver metal of the elevator and you scold yourself for always showing your emotions on your face.

“Alright well, I’m sure you can persuade her into an autograph or something, if she’s even here. I heard she doesn’t like to come to these kinds of parties.” Glancing at the floor number she begins fixing her dress “Honestly I would hate them too with how often Stark is having them.” She gives your shoulder a few comforting pats right as the elevator doors ding and you look up and square your shoulders as you mumble under your breath

“I doubt I’ll even meet her…”

~~

The first thing you notice is how large the room is. The tower is huge from the outside but the size of the room is at least two of your apartment and you’re pretty sure there’s still a balcony outside.

It’s as glamorous as the media always says it is at least. Expensive lights hang from the ceiling and LEDs line the walls in various colors that change to the music. It feels like you’re at the most expensive club in New York. In a way, you are. 

Halfway across the room is Tony Stark, you hear him before you see him, his loud boisterous laugh bouncing off the walls and attracting the attention of various guests. There’s a small crowd gathered around him and all of them look desperate to get to speak to him. If that were you you’d probably cower under all that attention but he seems to be thriving under it.

Sitting on the couch is the infamous Captain America and his rugged friend The (ex) Winter Soldier. He looks about as uncomfortable as you feel and you mentally raise your glass to him for even showing up.

There’s a gaggle of women around the two and you’re scared to get too close in case they turn you to stone with just a glare.

You turn to your friend to see her surveying the room in the same way and you wonder again how she got the invite and who she was here for. 

You know Stark sometimes holds these parties to appeal to the public and from the looks of it it was working.

Still, your anxiety about crowds immediately kicks in and you feel your palms grow sweaty. You were probably going to follow your friend around the whole night but what if she went up to Tony or the other two? The crowds around them were so large. So many bodies, so many sounds, so many flashing lights. The room was already beginning to feel dizzy. 

Two hands wake you from your daze, concerned eyes finding yours as you focus in on them

“Y/n? Are you okay?” You’re grateful for your friend's firm grasp grounding you, you hadn't even realized how heavy you were breathing and if she hadn’t pulled you out of it there was a good chance you would have spiraled into a panic attack right there in front of everyone. You’d never leave your house again if something like that happened. 

You realize you haven't answered her question and you slowly nod your head and even out your breathing. You were okay. You were safe. This was not a fight for your life the same way it was years ago. You work through the breathing techniques your therapist taught you until your nerves have calmed down and your coworker- kind and patient as ever, is still standing across from you, a comforting smile on her lips. 

She could’ve easily left you to go socialize but instead, she stayed to make sure you were okay. You hadn’t told her how you were affected by everything that happened all those years ago but you wondered if she knew anyway. So many people have been in the same situation as you. You tried the support group thing but it just wasn’t for you.

Your companion gives you a reassuring squeeze on your uninjured shoulder and glances over your shoulder, a small smirk hiding in the corner of her mouth. 

“I think we need to loosen you up a bit” She nods her head behind you and you spare a glance at the bar across the room. There are a few men sitting at the bar looking expectant and you hesitate but ultimately decide that a drink might make you feel more relaxed. 

Your friend seems to realize your agreement as she beams at you and gives you a little thumbs up “It’s an open bar! I’ll be over there if you need me okay?” She gestures over to a group surrounding a man that you recognize as Bruce Banner and you realize just how little you know about the person across from you. Was he her type? Was she just really into science? 

Those are the thoughts that float around in your head as you make your way to the bar, trying your best not to bump into anyone for the sake of your mental health and your injury.

When you find a seat at the bar you realize why the men had looked so expectant waiting here. There was no bartender. One of the men sizes you up, eyes traveling from your exposed leg all the way up to your tits and that’s where his gaze ends. When he sees you’ve caught him ogling you he just winks and you shiver. Uncomfortable and not willing to subject yourself to this treatment just for a drink, you make a move to get up right as a certain redhead makes her way behind the bar, and your heart stills. 

Oh fuck.

You’re a little afraid that you’ve lost your pulse as she grabs various bottles from the large LED drink wall behind her and begins mixing them in the shaker. You worry you’re no better than the men as you ogle how smooth everything she does is. 

Here Natasha Romanoff was, barely even ten feet away from you. The second time you’d seen her in person. You thought she was incredible before but she looked even better without blood splattered on her suit and dripping from her head. She was dressed to the nines in a sleek black dress that looked like it was made of velvet. 

When she finally finishes making her drink she pours it into a chilled glass and takes a small sip, smirking as she watches over her glass at all the men staring at her. At first, it seems cocky but with a slight shake of her head, it seemed more like she was internally scoffing at them instead. You didn’t blame her.

You manage to drag your eyes away from her ( you don’t know how because she’s absolutely magnetic) and see all of the men trying to subtly groom themselves in her presence. The smell of so much testosterone makes you scrunch up your nose. Surely they didn’t think they had a chance? They reeked of desperation and cheap perfume. How many of the men inappropriately staring had wives at home? Kids? If anyone in this room had a chance it was-

You. She was staring at you.

Pt.22

A/n: Hate to say it but if you thought this was going to be the ending you would be wrong. Sorry not sorry! ~Starry

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Worth The Wait: Part Two

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a J2 x reader imagine where the reader is actress and singer that was nominated for a Oscar or something like that and became one of the few people that have a EGOT (the achievement of having won all four of the major American entertainment awards (i.e. an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar, and a Tony) and obviously everyone is so happy for her, spn fans, her fans, her friends, famous people, her family, spn cast and especially her boyfriends that they weren’t with her for some reason?

Summary: You've been working endlessly to put your own album out, and now you've been nominated for a Grammy... the only award that keeps you from being an EGOT winner. Will you win tonight? Will you finally be out on that prestigious award list that only nineteen people have ever been on?

Square Filled: pie (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: the asks says jensen and jared to be the love interest for the reader, but i only made it for jensen

x

This is it. This is the moment I’ve been working my ass off for. I can do this. Even if I don’t win, it’s an honor to be nominated.

After working on Batman vs. Superman, you worked tirelessly on putting out your own album, your very first. Your fans have been asking for one since they’ve heard you sing in movies and on Broadway. You’re just giving the people what they want. Well, they loved it so much that you’re nominated for some of the categories for the Grammys.

If you win just one category, you’ll be an EGOT winner. Only nineteen people have earned that prestigious award in history, and you can be one of them if all goes well tonight.

“I know you’re nervous but you’re going to do great. I’m going to be right here next to you. Even if you don’t win tonight, you’re still a winner in my eyes,” Jensen smiles.

“Thank you,” you smile and kiss him just as the limo arrives at the Grammys.

The cameras are on you the second you get out of the limo. There is a staging area before the area where the pictures are taken, so you and Jensen take the chance to touch up your makeup and both your outfits. 

There are millions of people watching on their TVs at home so you make sure to put your best smile on when you go out there. As soon as the press sees you, they call your name in hopes you pose for their cameras. Jensen makes sure you get some good solo ones before joining your side.

You pull Jensen close and kiss him quickly which will make for a good photo. You spend ten minutes smiling at a bunch of different cameras before moving past them to the section where celebrities like to hang out before being seated inside.

Two reporters are off to the side interviewing anyone who wants to talk to them, and they spot you and Jensen easily.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ackles. Wow, you two look stunning,” one of them says.

“Thank you.”

“Do you have a bit of time for us?”

“Actually, we do,” you smile and step forward.

There is a camera pointed at the mini stage you’re on so that viewers at home can watch this.

“We are here with the lovely Jensen and Y/N Ackles. I have to say, you two look amazing.”

“Thank you. I love both your dresses as well,” you smile.

You four talk about being nominated, who you’re wearing, what it means to be here, and anything else they want to know.

“I’m just excited for tonight. It doesn't matter if I leave with an award or not. Everyone here is a winner in my eyes.”

“Thank you for coming out. That was, again, Y/N and Jensen Ackles.”

You and your husband leave them to go find your seats inside. You’re pretty nervous so you’re glad that Jensen is here with you. That, and alcohol usually clams your nerves. A few of the people who are nominated are performing but you’re not one of them. You’d love to be performing one of your songs from your new album but they didn’t ask you to do it.

Nonetheless, you enjoy the performances that everyone else puts on.

Mariah Carey walks on stage to give out the award for Best Pop Vocal Album and you start to bounce your leg. This is the first category that you’re nominated for so you’re extremely nervous.

“You’re going to do great,” Jensen says against your hair as he kisses your head.

“Thanks,” you whisper back.

“I am so honored to present this award for Best Pop Vocal Album. The nominees are Chemistry by Kelly Clarkson.” They play a snippet of one of her songs before moving on to the next nominee. “Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus.” You love Flowers. She did such a good job on the song. “GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo.” You’re not a fan of hers but you can see how she’s successful. “Midnights by Taylor Swift.” Now there’s an album you can get behind. You love her so much and hope you can collaborate with her one day. “Finally Free by Y/N.” Jensen grabs your hand when she mentions your name. “And the Grammy goes to…” She takes her time opening the letter and smiles when she reads the name on it. “Finally Free by Y/N!”

Tears immediately come to your eyes when your hit single starts playing over the loudspeakers. The cameras are on you to gauge your reaction but you don’t pay them any attention. Jensen kisses you and encourages you to go up there on your own.

You leave him at the table and join Mariah Carey on stage who hands you the award with pride.

“Thank you so much,” you try not to cry. “I can’t believe this is happening. Words cannot express how grateful I am not only to my fans but to my husband who has stood by my side through thick and thin. He is my rock and my biggest supporter. I also thank my team for putting this amazing album together so effortlessly.

“I have been striving for this award since I won my second Emmy. By winning this award, I have managed to make it onto the EGOT list which is the biggest achievement I could have ever gotten. I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.”

Tears fall freely but you’re grateful for winning this award. Everyone cheers for your win even as you’re walking off stage. Jensen meets you backstage and pulls you into his arms.

“God, I am so proud of you!” he smiles happily. “You did it!”

“I can’t believe this is happening right now.”

“As soon as this is over, why don’t we get celebratory pie?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you grin and kiss him. 

x

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[apocalypse--arisen]

i often think about kidswap aus and how theyre all doing it so wrong. like just because theyve been placed with a different guardian doesnt mean theyre entirely different people. if that was the case, they wouldnt be the kids we know. theyd still have their original character traits and stuff, but the dynamic with their guardians & story would be different, and no, i dont think their class & aspect would change, because its not jade if shes not a witch of space, its not dave if hes not a knight of time, et cetera SO! picture.. jade lalonde for example. she really likes science and botany and her room is full of plants & has an acute rivalry with her mom because "wizards are scientifically inaccurate", and she has the desire to go outside and adventure but her mom always encourages jade to stay inside because theyre in the woods - which according to jade is one of the best places to observe natural wildlife - and also next to a skaianet owned lab. jade & her mom always get into little feuds in such cases & finds it a bit annoying that her mom has leaned into her liking to animals, and plants, and general agriculture, opting to turn the observatory into a mini atrium, so jade can stargaze & tend to her plants. jade spends most of her time in the observatory, hoping one day she will tend to the stars like she tends to her plants and then, like, dave egbert. he makes sick beats, has his whole persona built up about being a cool guy, with a sword, and all the rage and makes himself out to be this guy living in a bustling city and going to raves whenever he can when the most exciting thing in his life is the odd cake or two his dad bakes everyday and its annoying, but he doesnt let it phase him, he will continue to be an ironic coolkid with cake. cake is cool, right? hes still not over how his dad printed & framed his comics and placed them proudly all over the house. its a fuckin SBaHJ museum up in this bitch. because of this, he spends all of his time in his room, or at the mall, or at a skatepark. he cant skate all that well, but all the tony hawk games he's played, he's quite good at it. he wont ever admit it, but he loves his dad. he can tell he got the love of baking from daves nanna, and dave can appreciate that fact. and then rose harley.... being constantly pestered by both her grandpa when he was alive & now her canine companion, becquerel to go outside, she brutally refuses, being more inclined to remain in her room and pursue the macabre. she turned the atrium into a library. she has no interest in "adventure" in the more common sense, but finds a small adventure in psychoanalysing those she cares about endlessly, for it's better than experiencing the outdoor world. sure, she does take bec on a walk or two every day, trying to accept nature, even taking time to learn how to swim in the nearby lagoon, refraining from entering the adjacent frog ruins. sure, not one for adventure, the mystery behind it is just so tantalizing. june strider. she is a goofball, a wise'guy' & a shitty game dev. despite all the ongoing strifes she has with her bro, she doesnt let that get her down! she always watches a shitty movie or indulges in her fantastical interests to try and not let the clear as day abuse get to her. shes never really phased by anything, and thinks the puppets are, a bit weird, but very cool. she sometimes catches her bro off guard and begins annoyingly rambling to him and even occasionally showing him the code she's constructed, asking for genuine criticism and help. shes sweet, and wont let anything necessarily get her down.

can anybody hear me

[unhetalia]

America headcanons (pt. 1):

America's super strength was a gift from his mother before she left. Her one last desperate attempt to protect her youngest child.

America needs to eat A LOT in order to maintain his strength. This wasn't the case when he was younger, but either the spell was only self sustaining until he reached adulthood or ... something else, America doesn't know. Doesn't really want to know. (When he doesn't eat enough, he gets incredibly hypoglycaemic.)

He had vegetarian phase after watching a documentary on the meat industry. Unfortunately, aforementioned strength and its dietary requirements meant he wasn't able to maintain it. Secretly, he was relieved he had a good reason to start eating meat again.

Has a genius IQ, and is endlessly curious. Sometimes he'll disappear for a while because he's getting a degree in whatever thing has interested him. If asked, he'll say his true loves are mechanical and aerospace engineering, as unlike some of the more theoretical sciences, he gets a tangible end result.

Currently works as a physicist at NASA.

Really out of touch with himself, especially in regards to his own sexuality. None of this is because of puritans, like most people would think - he has just run himself ragged so much since he gained independence that he's never once sat and thought about a lot things that isn't the next project or hanging out with his friends.

If he did ever think about it, Alfred would label himself as demisexual. Also, he would figure out he was gay as opposed to bi - something he currently believes because that tends to be the norm for their kind.

His circle of close friends include Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, Philippines (female), and India (female). It's a friendship built from a mix of loving food, science, tech and buying knick knacks, and they love going to each others' countries and trying both fancy restaurants and cheap eats, or showing off ridiculous op shop purchases they've made or the latest games they've discovered/books they've read. It's genuinely a really wholesome group. (Note: I think I veered away from the canon of America not having any friends besides Mattie and England because I genuinely think America is fun? He has interests that are really solid bases for conversations and hang outs and while he's loud he also doesn't get mad or offended easily. He has a positive energy and is the right kind of weird to find other weird friends.)

America tends to be emotionally closed off even with his close friends, and only feels comfortable being vulnerable with Tony. He considers Tony his closest friend, and secretly fears Tony will one day leave Earth and go somewhere else.

Alfred can build a car, but can't drive one. He once tried to borrow Arthur's car to learn - it didn't work out, since Arthur was too furious with him for lugging it around to even hear him out.

Alfred is actually amazing at cooking, but barely any of the Europeans - or China - acknowledge it on the basis of him "butchering" their foods, aka changing even the most minor thing. Younger countries like Australia and New Zealand who aren't as ... strict about authenticity, tend to really enjoy his cooking. (And England, who falls a little bit more in love when America bakes him a steak pie.)

He has diagnosed seasonal affective disorder, which plays into him always gaining weight during winter. He has special blankets he only uses for when he's feeling sad, and his homes are filled with heat lamps.

[ronearoundblindly]

how would Steve try and describe human relationships to mermaid reader? and what would her reaction be?

also I love the fact that she has her own “room”.

Miss G?

Steve Rogers x deep sea mermaid!Reader from Sun, Salt, and Shield

Headcanon below the cut! (It got soooooo rambly, but is very cute.)

Well, only Steve calls you 'Doll,' and though Tony will not stop calling you 'Grariel,' eventually you're called 'Miss G' instead--added bonus that you roll around on your Segway with Hollywood-huge sunglasses.

'Miss G' sounds like a celebrity and fancy. You don't understand that distinction yet, but Tony and Steve like it.

Oof, does Steve know how to describe relationships to humans? He's so awkward. He would start with simple things: couples enjoy doing activities together, spending time with each other and other couples or people, often times they touch casually (tricky to explain that word in limited english), and they...kiss.

Important things Steve would mention is that your teeth are very sharp (and numerous) compared to humans. Respectfully, he teaches you to smile without opening your mouth, and does warn that, though he's a fast healer and tougher than most, he will bleed if your teeth catch any part of him ::cough::.

Tony sank a pressure chamber into the bottom of the pool, so you can sleep there comfortably. Rarely, he'll let Steve take one of the Divers and camp out on the ocean floor where you live. Sometimes that makes Steve a little sick for a day or two after, but he never mentions that to you.

This is sorta dumb, and Steve thought it was downright offensive at first, but Tony left all the pool toys in the corner of the room and slowly teaches you to play with all of them. You're quite dense, so you need like ten foam noodles to 'float' you on the surface, but it's very fun.

You find the beach ball is endlessly entertaining, mainly because you swim so fast and can hit it so hard that the ball ricochets off the ceiling like a higher level of Pong. You've popped nearly a dozen of them, but Tony just buys them in bulk.

So, back to relationship and Steve's explanation.

The most heart-warming thing Steve teaches you is the hug. So simple. So reminiscent of your first meeting. If you lay your head on his chest, your face can remain underwater to breathe and hold onto Steve indefinitely, and he's tried. The longest he's gone is five straight hours of just you two holding each other, brushing his thumb over your cheek, giving you soft back rubs, getting gentle back scratches from you, and loving every second.

Sometimes he just talks to you, even when he knows you can't understand most of the words. It's shocking how much gets across by emotion and intonation alone. You squeeze him a little tighter when he's telling you a sad story, and you rub your forehead into his sternum when he laughs at something.

Turns out, Tony used F.R.I.D.A.Y. to compile 'essential human visuals' into a slide-show, and Steve will explain pictures like prompts. That's helped a great deal because it gives him somewhere to start a conversation and lets him see how interested you are in what's happening on the screen. The light of the projector took some adjusting for your eyes, and then was too low for Steve to make out very much, so he now has his own special glasses, like Tony's, that show him an enhanced version of the slides.

Okay, okay, but I gotta say, the absolute most random and best thing ever was you trying to find Steve's room in the compound on your own. Tony gave you the room number--which you don't actually know how numbers work yet, but you go by memorizing the shapes--and then got engrossed by some other work. You hopped up onto your Segway, shades on, Atlantian breathing mask on to keep your mouth and throat in salt water, and you zoomed right through those double doors and past you 'guard.' They aren't there to keep you in, after all, but you did scare the shit out of them.

Off you fly down the main hall, back the other way, straight into the elevator, and you wait patiently, listening to horribly boring music and flicking your fin rapidly with nerves.

The buttons are confusing.

So. You press all of them.

Zippity doo-dah, round and round the halls you go, smiling (with your lips together) at the multiple people you almost run over, getting waylaid by the view of distant mountains from one window, and diligently starting to understand that the shapes Tony showed you repeat everywhere. You're looking for the correct order to them.

It takes over 45 minutes of going between 0 and 20 miles per hour to find the right combination on a little plaque, and it takes only the very tip of your nail to depress the squishy button below the plaque.

You're growing quite fond of the squishy buttons. Some of them are hard but light up. The surface is fun.

Steve is wiping white foam from a fresh shave off his jaw when the door swings open, and you do a spin on your wheels, spreading your fingers like the showy jazz-hands in one of the pictures about stage plays--musicals, they're called--better than elevators, you hope.

You get the ten cent tour of his little apartment and sit on a couch for the first time. Very exciting. Fabric is delightfully strange.

There's talk of a beach vacation, one where you and Steve might get to race along the shore, you in the surf and him on the sand.

You aren't sure whether you'll let him win or not.

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

a/n: yeah...i don't even know, gang.

[eddie-van-munson]

Warnings: Mentions of Smut (no actual), Cursing, Mentions of Blood, Bullying

Eddie's first tattoo was two little bats on his elbow. At this point, Eddie was already the town pariah, endlessly confusing and unnerving to the dull people of Hawkins. Deep down, Eddie was soft hearted. Kind. He'd taught every kid in his trailer park to ride a bike, and widow Halverson down the street knew Eddie was more than happy to mow her lawn anytime she needed. Hell, a slice of apple pie and an hour or two of conversation was payment enough. But, things were different outside of Forrest Hills.

Too many times to count, Wayne had come from work to find Eddie spitting blood into the kitchen sink, a bag of frozen peas held to his cheekbone. The whispered rumors that floated through the town only ever added fuel to the fire. One week, a PTA mom was swearing she'd Eddie seen performing a ritual sacrifice in the parking lot afterschool. Then a member of the track team claimed Eddie had been dealing coke on the playground across from the Kreel house. Next, a cheerleader was advertising that if you snuck behind the school bleachers on a Friday night, Eddie Munson would give you the best head of your life.

Those rumors were the most confusing to Eddie. He'd only ever had actual sex once, and his further experience ran thin at some over the clothes action, but nonetheless, a lot of girls were intrigued by the idea of "fucking the freak." Maybe Eddie should have just been grateful for this, but something about it made him feel like he was the butt of a joke. On the rare occasion that a girl would actually approach him, urged on by a group of her giggling friends, Eddie would ignore her. He had learned the hard way that in all likelihood, they were only trying to fill a stupid dare.

That didn't mean he didn't have fun with the rumors though. He'd always loved messing with people...leaning into the whispers just to see how outrageous they could get. It was endlessly entertaining to scandalize boring people.

The bat tattoo was evidence of this in itself. At first, it was just the two bats on Eddie's elbow. It wasn't anything super noticeable. That is, until Eddie caught wind of a whisper.

"You see the bats on his elbow? I hear he adds another bat everytime he fucks another one of the girls on the cheer team. He's already got two."

Immediately, Eddie's brain started swirling with evil little ideas. This...this would be fun. Eddie had gotten his face beat in multiple times by every one of those cheerleader's boyfriends, and high school romances never lasted long...

The first victim was Tommy Jackson, an old friend of Billy Hargrove's. His girlfriend Sarah dumped him over the weekend at a party, giving Eddie a golden opportunity to begin his fear mongering among the jocks. Monday morning, the students of Hawkins high were shocked to see a third bat etched onto Eddie's arm.

The implications sent the student body spiraling. Rumors flew like it was going out of style, but the consensus was unanimous. Tommy Jackson's girlfriend had dumped him to have a round in the sheets with the freak.

The next was Tony Andrews. Everyone knew Tony and his girlfriend had been on the rocks. The rumor mill would tell you that she had been cheating on him. Eddie's arm would tell you exactly who she was cheating with. The school was in shambles.

Tony slammed Eddie against the lockers the next morning, knocking the air clean from his lungs. "What the hell kind of game do you think you're playing, freak?"

Eddie chuckled, giving a wolfish grin, "Tony...I have no idea what you're talking about."

One by one, Eddie's arm sent every member of the football team spiraling. The best part was, the cheerleaders seemed to enjoy the attention just as much as Eddie did. The majority of them would lean into the implications of the bats, refusing to confirm or deny having had any run ins with the devil of Hawkins himself.

***

[griffin89novelist]

I’ve noticed in the last 10-15 years that content seems to run along a similar narrative. I’m specifically referring to movies and tv shows here, but I’ve seen the same trope over and over: kill off the love interest/father for the sake of “proving” how strong women are. And I hate it. Here are some examples (spoilers)

1. Reylo (Star Wars). I understand that this pairing is highly controversial, but it’s the story that bothers me. Rey and Ben are set up as a Force Dyad. Essentially, they’re soulmates. And they won’t find anyone else like them for the rest of their lives. So what is the natural path for soulmates in love to take? Well, of course, one of them must die. In this case, Ben dies. Rey spoke endlessly about wanting a family and by the end of the movie, she’s alone, with exactly zero family, and her soulmate is dead. But look how strong she is! Barf.

2. James Bond. The ending of the last Daniel Craig movie drove me nuts. After years of being a womanizer, he finally finds someone who he can love. And they have a daughter together. Anyone with a brain and a heart would assume the ending would be him retiring to be with his family and happy. But no. Instead, he’s injected with a virus that will KILL HIS DAUGHTER if he touches her and instead sacrifices his life. But look! His girlfriend and their daughter are so strong.

3. Hawkeye. In the comics, Kate Bishop’s mom dies. In the TV show, they kill off her dad. Why? No idea. I assume it’s to show how strong her mom is and how two women overcame the hardship of losing a husband and father. Boring.

4. Lucifer. Not only does Chloe have two daughters, but both dads are out of their lives. Dan is killed and Lucifer is forced back to Hell. This leaves Chloe to raise her children on her own for the rest of her life (look how strong she is) and her “reward” for this is to die an old woman, completely alone at her deathbed except for one daughter, and end up in Hell to help Lucifer. Wtf is this nonsense.

5. Tony Stark. Heroic death, to be sure. But again, a husband and father on the OG team dies. But Pepper and Morgan are so strong. Look at them. They don’t need no man.

My point? Killing off Gambit isn’t good writing. It’s unoriginal. It’s lazy. And again, it’s trying to show how strong a woman is and how she doesn’t need love. The memory of love is good enough. I’m sorry, but fuck that. I’m not even a sucker for happy endings but at this point, any happy ending would be a welcome change. For the showrunners to go on and on about how Rogue and Gambit are the one true pairing and then kill off Gambit as if the tragedy of that is good enough to make the show great is both an insult to the emotional intelligence of the audience and crappy writing.

It’s not a homage to the strength of women to kill off their partners and imply that for the rest of their lives, they’ll never feel true love again. It’s actually some weird misogynistic, virgin obsessed bullshit.

[emarasmoak]

The Rings of Power showrunners discuss, at length, that huge Sauron reveal

JD Payne: [Vickers] did eventually know. We kept it very close to the vest for a while. He read a monologue from Richard the Third. At certain points he suspected [Halbrand was Sauron], he was putting it all together like, ‘Okay, they're having me read deep English canon villains.’ We didn't tell him from moment one that this was what was happening. We let him discover it.

Patrick McKay: Charlie's amazing and enormously talented. And we were thrilled to get him. He actually read originally for Elrond. But this character was always Sauron. One of the initial sparks and ideas and, in our opinion, right or wrong, a reason to do the entire show, is that Galadriel talks about Sauron in the books in a way that indicates that she knew him really well.

JD Payne: [Quoting Galadriel in Fellowship of the Ring] ‘I perceive the Dark Lord and know his mind, or all of his mind that concerns the Elves, and he gropes ever to see me and my thoughts. But still, the door is shut.’ The idea of ‘still the door is shut’, that he's been reaching after her for a long time, and there's this sense of back and forth between them – we found that endlessly fascinating. And we said, ‘There's an entire history between them. He's not just some eye in the sky, who's looking at it from afar, there's a relationship. And so, how could you have a relationship between the Dark Lord and Galadriel, in a way that lets them get to an interesting place? If she knew it was him from the beginning, obviously she would reject him out of hand, because we know from the legendarium that he was responsible for her brother's death. We know that he has this desire to heal the world, and she has this heroic desire to fix the world. So if we could put them in parallel to each other without exactly knowing who he was, there was an opportunity there.

Patrick McKay: Two other things to add. There’s this whole idea from Tolkien's letters and other writings where he talks about how Sauron wasn't evil in the beginning. Elrond says in the book: ‘Nothing is evil the beginning, even Sauron was not so.’ Immediately, we're thinking about [the TV series] Breaking Bad. We're thinking about Tony Soprano [from The Sopranos], these characters who are these enormous, larger-than-life modern villains, but have this other side. You go back and forth: do I hate them? Do I love them? Are they seducing me? We thought that was really rich terrain. And then, Tolkien had this idea of chance meetings throughout his books – that chance meetings are preordained in Middle Earth. So, what if Sauron is in a place where he's repentant and lost? And Galadriel’s in a place where she's desperate and obsessed. What might happen if they meet? Maybe they'd be friends? Maybe they’d get along? The idea of a non-romantic, cosmic connection seemed so pregnant with possibilities. That was by far the hardest thing that we worked on. We have this idea that, if you watch it again, every single thing he says is not a lie. This isn't like a rug poll. We're not trying to shock people. We want to hopefully reward close viewing if you’re suspicious of him early. That's a whole valid version of the show, we felt.

JD Payne: There’s something in him that is sort of vaguely reminiscent of Gollum, when you watch it again, where you see these two forces driving within him. In some ways, Gollum is to Sauron as Sauron is to Morgoth, a little bit. The One Ring is operative on his consciousness at all times. And even maybe if he tried to turn away from it and be Mairon, the Maiar, who, in the beginning, was good, there's this shadow that has operated upon his soul that he is enslaved to, that you always see, every decision he makes, takes him, in one way, towards the good, but it also takes him towards power. And power is his addiction. Watching back, with that in mind, it's fun to pick apart everything he says, or if he does retreat from the decision he makes.

Source: https://www.gamesradar.com/rings-of-power-sauron-halbrand-episode-8-showrunners

[annab-nana]

🐚 by the sea shore 🐚 - ohhh can i please have these two prompts

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

from the a prompt list with natasha romanoff? thank you so much! <33

of course babe!! yw :))

❀ masterlist ❀

"no," you muttered as you tried to turn the doorknob every which way to get it to open, but it wouldn't budge, "fuck."

"what happened?" nat was no idiot and could clearly tell what had occurred, but she was hoping for more explanation.

"you know how bruce 'fixed' the doorknob?" nat hummed in response so you continued, "well, as smart as he is, i think he needs to stick to his phd's and let tony or clint handle the fixing. oh wait-" the knob loosened, but not in the way you had hoped. you turned to show her the knob, not attached to the door anymore and still in your hand.

"great and we can't call anyone because service sucks down here," nat mentioned, you nodding along with her. you two had come down to do the laundry since it was your turn on the rotation you guys had. you and nat had finished switching the first load to the dryer and adding a new load to the washing machine, but now were stuck in the laundry room.

"and most everyone is out right now except for wanda and vision who are having a sitcom marathon in her room right now and i think bucky was asleep when we passed him in the common area so it looks like we will be trapped here for a while..." you sighed while plopping down on the floor, letting your back rest against the wall.

nat took the spot right next to you which was doing nothing to help your heart rate. the tile underneath helped to cool you down, but being this close to her made you feel like you were burning up. you tried not to think about it by keeping your gaze straight ahead of you, but you could smell her perfume and feel her beside you as her thigh just barely touched yours. it was only by a little bit, but to you, it felt like so much more.

you wanted to tell her how you felt so bad. you were just scared of her reaction. you had witnessed how she interacted with bruce and steve and bucky and sam, flirting endlessly. maybe she just has a flirtatious personality or like to flirt in general. she had treated you the same, but you felt like it was just fair treatment. with the guys, there was a more of a spark. you could see it. you knew she wouldn't laugh in your face if you did tell her, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

maybe now was your chance though, right? it was just you and her. but also, if she didn't feel the same, then it would get awkward quickly. then you'd be stuck in here with her in an awkward silence until someone rescued you and there was no telling how long that would take. minutes? hours? days? who knew?

"what's on your mind, pretty girl?" the ginger piped up. she knew something important was on your mind in the way your brows had a slight furrow to them. the face you pulled when you were in deep thought was absolutely adorable to her and sometimes, you would stick your tongue out just a bit. nat loved when you did that. it was the cutest thing ever in her book.

you didn't even think about what you said. when she was around, it was too damn hard to think clearly. so you answered honestly. "i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified." she watched you cringe as she processed what you'd said and you began to backtrack. "no, i mean- well, i- you know, haha, i, uh-"

"y/n." the way she said your name so soft and sweet had you melting right then and there, but your mortification kept you afloat and attentive.

"yeah?" you felt shaky, but your body seemed stable. you couldn't lose her and her friendship. you were too close to chance it and you idiotically confessed your feeling without a second thought. internally, you built yourself up for rejection, but her next words were far contrary to what you were expecting.

"i'm in love with you too."

you did a double take. "really?"

"i thought it was kinda obvious," she chuckled, showing the shy side of herself that didn't make an appearance often. "i flirt with you all the time."

"you flirt with everyone," you deadpanned, causing her to laugh again.

"yeah, but i flirt with you so much more than i do with anyone else. with you, i do it on purpose because i like you and it's cute when you get all flustered." you feel your cheeks heat up at her words. "yeah, like that," she stated which made you all the more flustered.

"so you like me too?" you felt like a child for asking it, but you needed the confirmation. for all you knew, this could all be a dream no matter how real it felt.

"yes, y/n, i'm in love with you too."

before you could have any type of reaction, the distinct voice of one thor odinson shouted from the other side of the door, "yes!"

you and nat both shared a confused expression as you got up and walked over to the door.

"brother, you have to be quiet for this stupid little plan of yours to work," loki's voice sounded through the door as well.

"loki?" you called.

"guys, let us out!" nat instructed, connecting the dots quicker than you did.

"we can't," peter answered. who all was in on this? "mr. stark said not to let you out until you guys kiss."

nat made eye contact with the camera that sat in the corner of the room before those green eyes met yours. her hands found your face and she looked at you, searching for confirmation even though you two just confessed your love to one another.

so, you did the honors. you surged forward quickly, way too eager to wait any longer to feel her lips on yours and it felt like a dream. you were almost tempted to ask her to pinch you just to check, but you felt too high on the feeling of finally kissing her. if only you didn't need oxygen to survive, you would kiss her forever.

you two were so stuck in your own little trance that you didn't even realize the door was now wide open. it wasn't until the guys let out whoops in congratulations that you were pulled from the daydream-like state.

"it is about damn time," pietro commented with a proud grin on his lips.

"sorry we had to trap you," peter spoke up, guilt clear on his features before you stepped up and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. you always did have a soft spot for the kid.

"i think we can forgive you. right, romanoff?" peter's wide brown eyes left you for nat who wore comforting smile, one that melted peter's worries away.

"of course. it might be the best thing you could've done for us."

"so what i'm hearing is we deserve a thank you," thor proposed, turning his head to the side to offer you his ear as he waited for what he thought he was owed.

"what i'm hearing is y'all have a door to fix," you butted in, a sly smirk on your mouth, "while nat, peter, and i go upstairs to watch that new star wars tv show. how does that sound guys?"

"wonderful to me," nat added while peter nodded eagerly.

"have fun with the door," you called over your shoulder to see three guys who definitely didn't know much about how to fix the doorknob they broke in the first place.

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[lokidokieokie]

Masterlist

Hey! Below the cut are my somewhat decent fanfic writings. Enjoy :)

Last Updated: 28/05

KEY: 🎶 = Songfic | 💔 = angst | 💚 = fluff | 🌶 = kinda spicy | 🤗 = comfort

MARVEL

Loki Laufeyson

Series

Mischief & Trickery (ON HOLD) 💚

Medea Daegandottir, the Goddess of Trickery, loves spicing things up in the Asgardian palace. Adding her best friend Loki into the mix could only bring more chaos. What could possibly go wrong? The answer, many things

Debt Paid (ONGOING) 💔

A mortal woman’s debt to the Grim Reaper, Loki, is paid in a deal that could cost her everything.

Mini-Series

Into the MCU (COMPLETE) 💚

As an inventor, you try to create a device that allows you to shift realities. What happens when you land into the MCU?

The Price of Deception (ONGOING) 💔

After discovering Loki’s failed attempt at taking over Earth, his family confronts him and he must earn their forgiveness.

The Seduction Game (ONGOING) 🌶

As two deadly assassins, you and Loki are hired to kill each other. However, when you meet, you can’t resist using your seductive tactics on each other, leading to a dangerous game of desire and deception.

Oneshots

Three Words; Fifteen Letters; One Expletive 💔💚

You're Stuck With Me Now 💚

Drunken Words 💚

You Tell Her, Or I Will 💚

Accidental Confessions 💚

Close Quarters 💚

His Protector 💚

Heat Wave 💔

The Space Between 💚

Love's Debut 💚

Fortune Favours the Mischievous 💚

Love on the Line 💚

Shattered Dreams 💔

Drabbles

By Your Side 💚

Avengers Assemble...to Deal with Lokitty! 💚

Drunk and In Love 💚

Captive Hearts 💚

Healing the Enemy 🤗

Tom Hiddleston

Oneshots

Fanfiction 💚🌶

Almost too Late! 💚

I've Got You 💔🤗

Ever the Gentleman 💚🤗

Friends with the Green-Eyed Monster 💔

James Conrad

Drabbles

Campfire Confessions 💚

Benedict Cumberbatch

Oneshots

The "L" Word 💚

Doctor Strange

Series

Beyond the Pages (ONGOING) 💚

It was just your weekly trip to the comic-book store. While looking for a comic for your collection, you stumble upon an old-looking book, with an odd combination of symbols on the cover. You, being drawn to the weirdness of it, pick it up and open the cover. A strange force surrounded your person; and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on the steps of what looked to be 177A Bleecker Street. What had you gotten yourself into?

Mini-Series

The Great Escape (COMPLETE) 💔

Based upon a request

A Love Torn Asunder (COMPLETE) 💔 can be 💚

Y/n becomes pregnant with Doctor Strange’s baby, but Stephen is uncertain about their future together and leaves the reader with a hard decision to make.

A Spoonful of Sugar (ONGOING) 💚

Once, after a battle, you visited Stephen with some of your delicious home-made pastries to help him feel better. Eventually that became a ritual. 

Oneshots

You've Been Here All This Time? 💚

Oops...? 💚

Sleepy Realisations 💚

Tony Was Wrong. 💚

Practice Makes Perfect 💚

Bloodied and Bruised 💔

The Strange Approach 💚

The Ghost of Kamar-Taj 💚

Knight in a Sentient Cloak 💚

I'm Here, Whenever You're Ready 🤗

From the Pages of History 💚

Undercover Rhythm 🎶

Shattered Sanctum 💔

Drabbles

Forever; Endlessly 💔

Beyond the Broken Hands 💚

The Healing Touch 💚

An Apprenticeship with a Twist 💚

The Blip's Silver Lining 💚

A Clumsy Pursuit 💚

Sherlock Holmes

Oneshots

Under the Lamppost 💚

Drabbles

The Case of the Broken Hearted Stranger 💚

A Love that Defies Conventions 💚

The Second Anderson 💚

Crime and Chemistry 💚

Navigating the Grey Area 💚

Bucky Barnes

Oneshots

Healing Hearts 💚

Drabbles

Betrayal in the Shadows 💔

The Calm After the Storm 🤗

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

Rupert Giles

Oneshots

Threads of Redemption 💔💚

Accidental Slumber 💚

Spike

Oneshots

The Dance of the Shadows 💚

[mjfsupremacy]

You knew Max was coming back. You knew it.

I wrote this on my phone so I'm very sorry for any errors! I've been watching Gilmore Girls, MJF and Jess Mariano are the same person to me now.

Part 1???? (It is. It's part 1. I'm just trying to be cute about it.)

Mild language.

“I KNEW IT!”

Max stops mid strut, turning to the voice on his left. You launch up from the make-up chair you were styling your hair in, a bright smile on your face. “I knew you were coming back tonight.”

“Did you now, Nancy Drew?”

You nod your head vigorously, vindicated. Everyone you spoke to about Maxwell Jacob Friedman was convinced he wouldn’t be back at all. You knew better, despite how hard he tried to buck the term, the two of you were friends; you KNEW him. AEW was home, Wrestling was home and he loved it too much to sit around in his house for two years. Besides, you’d nagged Tony endlessly about paying Max what he was worth, and sure, other than annoy him to the point of an almost suspension, it hadn’t suddenly changed anything, but you liked to think Tony knowing even one person here was in Max's corner mattered.

“I know it’s been half a year, but surely you didn’t forget I’m your best friend. I know you; I know how your brain works, Maxwell.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes heavenward, “You are not my best friend, Toots. How many times do I have to tell you, we aren’t friends.”

“As many times as it takes for you to give up and finally admit we are, I guess.” He starts to walk off again; you assume to his locker room. You skip alongside him. “You know what denial is?”

“The incorrect red stamp they used on your admittance slip at the psychiatric ward?” You laugh at his grumbled reply. “No, I don’t. But I’m very sure your about to tell me, Nancy.” He huffs, his red bottom loafers clapping the concrete gently as he speeds up.

“Denial is a knowledgeable ignorance to one’s own thoughts and feelings. It’s also a river in Egypt and your default setting. Glad to know the more things change the more they stay the same.”

“How’s Piper?”

He glances over at you with a frown. “Fine. Fat. I fed her too much while I was away.”

“You do strike me as an indulgent parent. I’m sure she looks adorable.”

“She does.” He stops at the door to his locker room. It’s just a plain white door with a single A4 sheet of paper taped to it ‘MJF’ emblazoned across it in thick black capital letters but it’s more than you had currently.

“I missed you, you know. It wasn’t the same around here without you. Too quiet. Everyone was nice.” His hand hesitates on the door knob, his dark eyes finding you again.

“Really?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve never been here without you, it was weird. I told TK to just hurry up and pay you so you’d come back. I’m not entirely unconvinced he didn’t just do it so I would go back to annoying you and finally leave him alone.”

The corner of Max’s mouth crawled up as he listened to you ramble. “You annoyed TK for me?”

“It’s been a very long 95 days for him.” You confirm with a wry smile. Max can’t stop the chuckle that falls from his mouth though he looks to immediately regret letting it slip out in front of you.

“You changed your hair last week.” He notes quietly.

You beam. That was Max speak for ‘I’ve been at home supporting you.’ Your touched. It’s like you said, You knew Max which is why his next words blew you away.

“I like it.”

“Holy Shit.”

“Shut up.”

“Maxwell, you just complimented me, like a real one, not a read between the lines one. You must’ve really missed me.”

“I hate you.”

“Nuh uh. I think you like me; in fact, I think you might just think were friends.” You sing in the face of his scowl. You have never seen someone regret a compliment so much in their life.

“Don’t you have a title match to go win?” He spits venomously, shoving the door open. You grin, backing away from the door you know he’s about to slam in your face.

“I do, Grumpy, I do.”

“Well, you best go do that then and leave me alone, Loser.”

“Welcome home, Max.”

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The structure of NV works like this - there is a ring of mountains around the desert with NV in the middle and (formerly DB) Red Mesa and Pine Cliffs elsewhere. Downtown NV is the towns center which contains city hall, the radio station, several hooded figures at all times, the library, a shimmering vortex blocked off by yellow police tape, dangerous stray dogs and propaganda loudspeakers on every corner.

Beyond downtown is Old Town NV, a residential and shopping district developed in the 1930's which fell into disrepair post-war but is seeing a regenesis of homeowners, shops, tall metal trees and predatory cats. Beyond OTNV are the sand wastes then the scrublands, then the used car lot, then Old Woman Josie's house and finally, Larry Leroy's house.

Larry is fairly old (though has become quicker with age) and has lived alone for as long as he can remember. He owns a phone (broken) and a wheeless car with an underground shed full of canned goods/bottled water and a years worth of preserved pork sausages hidden underneath. He got the car by trading his shotgun for it. Larry has never felt safe around guns after he got stung by a scorpion reaching for his dads hunting rifle on a father-son hunting trip. He is not scared of scorpions though and likes that they eat pests like squirrels.

Larry wants to be remembered not through the fleeting memories of offspring but the immortality he believes art brings. His fave thing to make is dioramas of historical events and famous scenes from books. All of these are ahistorical/alternate versions such as W.E.B. DuBois riding on the back of a five-headed dragon called Rachel McDaniels or Dorothy bombing Kansas from a war balloon. His parents used to tell him that history didn't exist because it wasn't happening any more. His heroes are; W.E.B. DuBois, Helen Keller, Redd Foxx, Luis Valdez and Toni Morrison. He also writes poetry and makes patchwork quilts.

Included in his will are letters and items to be distributed to Sarah Sultan (the dioramas), Leann Hart and Cecil (obituary he's written for himself) and Michelle Nyugen (polka music written and preformed by himself using a concertina and a microcassette recorder).

The vague yet menacing government agency creates and mails everyone an earthquake calender each month to tell them when the scheduled earthquakes are.

Carlos rarely invites people back into his private lab. He spends time in there doing science but also making construction paper collage love notes for Cecil and writing down his fave numbers.

Carlos takes days off work to be with Janice (as do Steve, Abby and Cecil) when Janice gets her frequent checkups on her eyes, kidneys and spine. When Cecil is in danger, Carlos goes into an unproductive worry stupor, pacing his office trying not to call into the station to ask if Cecil is okay. On date nights, Carlos puts gel in his hair and wears his most striking lab coat.

Carlos dislikes talking about his time in the DOW, despite which he's become obsessed with it. He eventually reveals that this is because he spent ten years there instead of the year he was gone in NV, not eating or drinking or really feeling like he was existing, just endlessly ringing the moutain unable to get anywhere and away from the people he loved.

Neat is one of Carlos' fave words. He doesn't get when a question is rhetorical, or a joke, and dislikes being touched including comforted physically. However, he does sometimes like it when Cecil strokes his ears but other times not. He has a hard time predicting his own responses to things and can't articulate his feelings via words or process them very well inside of himself. He also loses speech when overwhelmed.

Carlos says that the thing he found weirdest about NV was how nobody else thought it was weird, that Cecil helped him feel better and even fond of that aspect and that sometimes when Cecil wakes up he [Cecil] will mutter "how did I end up this lucky?"

Carlos likes mint ice cream. He's a heavy sleeper.

Most birds in NV are computers produced and owned by the government.

Helicopters in NV 'don't take fuel'.

Big Rico's real name is Richie Goldblum. His brother is the mailman, Arnie Goldblum (who is two years older). They had a hard time growing up Jewish in NV as it's 'not exactly brimming with Jews' and Arnie believes that his brother changed his name to better fit in and distance himself from his culture. They also used to tease him for being small despite not being small, so the 'big' part is a play on that. Big Rico also pretty much admits to murdering competitors and feeding them to the worms he keeps in his basement.

Basimah Bishara, scared of the sudden pits and weary of the dangers of NV, decides to go to college in California. Mab, the bus driver, was almost swallowed and witnessed the sinking of Big Rico's and the full light that came from it which stung her skin. Terry Williams, age 7, was traumitised by seeing Big Rico's sink but wouldn't feel any full effects until he moved out of NV and at age 33 had a break down in a restaurant parking lot.

Jackie Fierro has decided to skip to 25. She is dating Sheriff Sam.

The Tourniquet bartender, Arjun, has been given near infinite knowledge of the universe which is shattering his mind. He also spies for the city council. He wears 'cool vintage prohibition era clothes' aka a snuggie and a mesh trucker hat. He can carve ice with his teeth.

Sex in NV is highly regulated. You have to fill out forms in triplicate providing a medical history then enter your individual Sex PIN to verify identity and interest. Then the forms have to be notorised and various blood tests and results gotten before sex.

There is a 'reincarnation programme' at the NV zoo where they will teach an animal of your choice to act like you (for a huge fee). Results are middling but the richest of citizens often sign up.

Janice doesn't like science, she likes sports but Carlos assures her that sports are science.

Cecil and Carlos think that tarantulas are adorable.

Pamela drives a purple PT cruiser.

Cecil has at least some chest hair, which Carlos likes to bury his face in when he's upset.

Josh Crayton is dating a boy called Grant.

Hank, a sentient patch of haze, works at the Staples.

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What's Next?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: 18+ minors DNI (I'M SERIOUS, IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD THIS ISN'T FOR YOU.)

Warnings: Grief, SMUT IS HERE!!!

A/N: I know I've made y'all wait for 15 damn chapters but here it is!! Feelings!! Smut!! We've got it all! 😍 Also, I know this is late but I'll still try and get the next chapter out tomorrow, love you all endlessly for sticking around. Thank you forever and ever and ever to @creatively-analytical for beta-reading and being just an overall gem. 🥰 Asks are always open!!

“We all know the risks.” Tonis stares down at the sheet covering Arlon’s body as the hovering stretcher it rests on floats past you all toward the town funeral home. You and Din had filled Tonis in as much as you could on the Razor Crest after you landed. He places a hand on your shoulder, “You did something truly selfless going after him.”

“It was the right thing to do,” you shrug. He gives your arm a quick squeeze before heading downthe ramp and following Arlon’s body, off to do whatever Guild things need to happen after the death of a member.

“Let’s get this over with.” You waste no time heading into the heart of the city, twisting and winding the familiar path toward Arlon’s parent’s home on the other side of the main area. The small roads grow wider and the trees get bigger as you lead the way toward their small house.

You hesitate for only a moment before grabbing the door knocker and briskly tapping it against the door three times. After a heartbeat, you knock once more. “Arlon’s and my secret knock,” you tell Din, feeling his confused gaze on you from under the helmet. “This way, they’ll know it’s me.”

Sure enough, the door unlocks and swings open, an older man standing in the doorway. “Well I never thought I’d have the pleasure of seeing you here again.” He wraps you in a friendly hug before noticing the towering figure behind you. “And this is…?

“Mando, another Guild member,” you offer, stepping to the side so Din can shake the man’s hand.

“Iarren,” Arlon’s father says as the men grip each others wrists for a moment.

“Is Mina here?” you ask, peering into the house and looking for Arlon’s mother.

“She’s in the study, please come in.” Iarren leads you inside, closing the door behind Din. “This way.”

You walk the halls, feeling like a ghost haunting a place you have no right to. Down the hall and to the right, the door is open and Mina sits in an overstuffed chair, feet curled under her and book perched in her lap.

She says your name with familiarity and love, even though you know your parents have told her what had happened the last time you were on Randon. Standing to greet you, she echos her husband and gives you a warm hug. “It’s wonderful to see you, dear. Who have you brought to visit?”

“This is Mando, he’s another member of the Guild.”

Mina releases you and steps to Din. “Welcome to our home, Mando.”

“Thank you both for your hospitality.” His words are formal, if a bit stuffy, but he says them with great respect.

“Mina, Iarren, there’s something I need to tell you.” You gesture for everyone to sit down, sweat prickling the back of your neck and along your forehead. Wringing your hands, you look over at Din. He gives you a slow nod and you take a deep breath before jumping in head first.

You tell them everything. You explain in your own words what your parents shared with them weeks ago. You tell them about getting the message from Tonis about Arlon’s distress call, and how you tracked him down through Coronet City. You told him about his apology and then…

“I wasn’t cautious enough and the quarry…” you clear your throat as it threatens to close up, “Arlon jumped in front of a blaster for me. His final act was trading my fate for his own.” You look at both the people sitting before you, “I’m sorry I couldn’t save him.”

Silent tears stream down Mina’s face, hands wrapped in her husbands. Iarren’s face is hard as stone, but the tremble in his chin gives away the emotions raging through him. After a pause, a modulated voice breaks through the silence.

“Your son died honorably. You should be proud of the man you raised.”

All eyes in the room snap to Din. Mina sobs quietly and buries her face in Iarren’s chest. Arlon’s father nods at Din, “Thank you, Mandalorian. Your words honor us.”

Mina sniffs and pulls away, standing to come sit next to you. “Thank you for telling us. And thank you for trying to save him.” She hugs you tightly, bringing fresh tears to your eyes as well.

“Tonis is taking care of his body right now at the funeral home,” you say after a moment. “You should go to him.”

She lets go of you and nods, turning back to Iarren. They quickly prepare to leave and you follow them out the door with Din in tow.

As they begin to head down the street, Iarren turns to Din. “Take care of her,” he nods his head at you.

“I will,” he promises, stepping closer to you. You wave as they disappear down the road into the main part of town.

After spending some time with your parents, introducing them to Din and having an early dinner, you both say your goodbyes and head back to the Crest. The moment the ramp closes behind you, you flop down onto your cot and sigh, head falling back onto the wall of the hold. “Honestly, that went better than I expected.”

Din comes to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you reply honestly, “But more free than I’ve felt in a while.”

“What do you mean?”

You close your eyes and admit, “I feel like I’ve finally let go of Arlon.”

His body stills next to you but he doesn’t say anything. He just holds space for you to say what you need to say.

“I’ve been running, Din. Running away from everything. But then we had to run right towards him, and I had to face him. I never expected him to apologize.” You look up at the dark visor covering Din’s face, “I got a chance to tell him what I wanted to tell him. I forgave him, and he more than made up for whatever mistakes he may have made in his life with me. So I can let him go.”

Din’s arm squeezes you as you finish talking. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Din.” Whether it’s the relief of the night or finally getting closure, something about the mood shifts as your gaze lingers up at the man next to you. “So, now what?”

“Now,” Din says, voice low and dark, “we watch the sunset.”

Your mouth opens in surprise as Din stands and sweeps you up off the cot, carrying you over to the ladder. You pull yourself onto the rungs and up to the cockpit, staring out at the fiery glow of the sky outside the viewport. “This was always my favorite time of day,” you say as Din steps into the room.

“I noticed,” he chuckles, coming up behind you and wrapping warm arms around your torso.

You stand like this for the next few minutes as the sun sinks behind the horizon. Stars blink into existence in the ever-darkening sky, twinkling friendly hellos one by one. Once night has truly fallen, you turn around to face Din, his arms never moving from you. You sneak your arms under his and nuzzle close to him. “What a night.”

“We’ve still got plenty of time.” He brushes a crooked finger under your chin and steps away, crossing his arms and leaning into one hip. “So what’s next, Cuyan?”

“Hmm…” You feign thinking about it for a moment and begin playfully circling Din. His visor follows you but he doesn’t move, as if he’s studying you and waiting for you to strike. Your hours training together make the moves of each other second nature; when you come around to stand in front of him again, you’ve read all you need to know about what’s going on in his mind. “I think I might have an idea.”

“Gonna share that idea, or..?” He follows your playful banter without stumbling, voice dropping low.

“You’re gonna have to guess,” you shrug, turning toward the door. Your steps are deliberate and he follows you, matching your energy. You both climb down the ladder and, when he gets to the bottom and turns to face you, you press your body up against his.

A low growl slips from deep in his chest, vibrating the armor plate and into your bones. Blindingly fast, he grabs your arms and flips your positions, pressing you up against the ladder. “I want you to say it.”

Your breath quickens as his fingers massage down your arms to circle your wrists. Lifting your hands above your head and pinning them to the cool metal, Din stares down at you through the night black visor of his helmet. “I want you, Din.”

“That’s not an idea for an activity, little one.” He wraps both of your wrists in one hand and brings the other one to caress down your ribs. He settles on the swell of your hip.

Heat creeps up your neck at his boldness, but that same heat pools in your belly at the implication behind his words. “Din, touch me.”

“I am,” he whispers as his hand traces the waistband of your pants, hooking a finger into the elastic.

“More,” you breathe, angling your hips to give him better access to your clothing.

A soft chuckle ghosts through the modulator of his helmet, “I can do that.” The hand holding your wrists releases and he removes his gloves, dropping them to the ground. He leads you to the cot and lays you down and you watch as his armor begins to fall from his body. Placing it safely in his bunk, he turns back to face you. “Tell me again.”

“Touch me, please.” Your need grows with each breath as he stalks toward you and hovers next to you.

“You’re so beautiful, Cuyan.”

The moment seems to stretch into forever as you melt. As you look at this man, bared naked, by his standards, in front of you, that warm feeling in your chest flares and burn brighter than any sun you’ve seen over your months with him. “Din…”

He reaches behind him to flip a switch and the cargo suddenly crashes into darkness. The only light comes from the open door to the cockpit across the room. As your eyes adjust to the low light, the hiss of his helmet coming off reaches your ears.

“This is what you want?” His voice carries over to you, pure and clear.

“Yes,” you breathe.

You feel his body cover yours and his lips collide with yours. He kisses you deeply and hungrily and your body responds in kind. The spark between you fans into a fire as his hand finds and tugs your leggings over your ass, gripping the muscle and pulling you as close to him as possible. He whispers your name into your neck before nipping the soft skin. Your breath catches.

Your hands fly to the hem of his shirt and you yank it over his head. Toned muscles cover his shoulders and chest. “Stars, Din.”

You feel his lips smile into your neck. He kisses over your shoulder and down your chest, sending his focus to your peaked nipple. His tongue laves the sensitive area for a moment and your hand weaves into his hair, tugging softly. The groan that leaves his mouth shoots straight to your core.

“Gentle, Cuyan, we’ve got time,” he murmurs. His full lips leave you and you feel him shift lower. Rough facial hair scratches your inner thigh as he kisses up your leg. Your chest heaves with anticipation as his hot breath tickles you.

The moment his tongue meets your skin, you know you’re lost. He laps at your sex with vigor, drinking you in like a man lost in the desert. His attention to your clit makes you see stars and the shimmering veil of your climax is just within reach as he stops abruptly. You whine involuntarily at the sudden loss of contact and your head whips up. “Why-”

Before you can finish your sentence, Din surges up to kiss you, tongue sweeping into your mouth. He pulls away and puts his forehead on yours. “I told you, we’ve got time.”

Impatient, you reach down and tug on this pants. You manage to get the flap open before his hand once again grabs your wrist and pulls it away, another whine inadvertently escaping your lips. He brings your hand up to rest on the back of his neck.

“Din,” you pant, sweat prickling at your hairline from the pressure of needs unfulfilled, “please…”

“I want to explore every inch of you,” he mumbles into your mouth, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. “Will you let me do that?”

Words lost, you nod and tug again on his soft curls. He hums his satisfaction and releases your lip, sprinkling kisses along your jaw and back down your neck. He spends precious time touching and licking and kissing every inch of your body with intention and burning desire without once letting you touch more than his upper body. If you didn’t get to touch him soon…

Without warning, one of his strong hands leaves its station at your breast and begins slow, methodical circles on your clit. Combined with his ministrations along your neck, the heat at the base of your spine begins to build again with fervor. “Let go, Cuyan.”

He slips two fingers inside your entrance and hooks them, searching for that perfect spot. It doesn’t take long before you erupt, body pulsing and shuddering with ecstasy. His name is the only thing that escapes your lips alongside the breathy moans of pleasure.

When the world comes back into dark focus, you realize he’s kissing you, slow and deep and languid. You return to your body and drape your arms over his shoulders, fingers gently tracing patterns across his sculpted back.

His lips pull back to hover over yours as he asks, “How we doin’, sweet girl?”

You hum contentedly, still unable to form an entire thought. Din laughs and places a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“That good, huh?”

“Din,” you begin, eyes drifting open into the darkness, “that was… I don’t know if I’ll ever have words for it.”

“I feel the same.”

You close the small space between the two of you and kiss him again. Pulling back, you tease, “The thing is, I don’t think I got a chance to return the favor.”

“Is that something you’d like to do, Cuyan?” His voice is dark again, deep and dangerous.

With the element of surprise on your side, you hook a leg around his and pull his knee out from under him, flipping you both around in the process. It isn’t clean, but you manage to straddle over him. The boxes you set up for some semblance of privacy around your bunk hide his face from the sliver of light that shines over his exposed torso. Small scars pepper his soft stomach, nicks and scratches faded into raised white lines along tan skin. You send your hands exploring the expanse of muscle and chest hair below you, awe sketched across your face.

Leaning down to press a deep kiss to his mouth, you straighten back up with a wicked gleam in your eyes. “Yes, Mandalorian, that’s something I’d very much like to do.”

You slowly shift down his legs, fingers trailing down his upper body to follow. Fingers deftly open his pants the rest of the way and slide them down his thick thighs. He lifts his hips to help you get the garment all the way off and you cast it aside, reveling in the sight before you.

“Is this alright?” you ask tentatively.

“Yes, cyar'ika.” He says in a hushed tone. You don’t know what cyar’ika means, but it leaves your mind quickly as excitement bubbles over in your chest. With a grin, you lower yourself between his legs and wrap your hand around his warm shaft. Pumping its full length a couple of times, you remove your hand and lick up from base to tip before taking the head fully into your mouth.

The groan that leaves Din’s lips is sinful and goes straight to your already reheating core. You take as much of him into your mouth as you can before hollowing out your cheeks and caressing the velvet skin with your tongue. Using your hand to cover what you can’t envelop with your lips, you begin a slow rhythm up and down his cock.

He moans your name, hand fisting in your hair. Any plans you had of teasing him or making him work for it are out the window as he says your name. You begin to pump faster, using your other hand to cup and massage his balls.

His hand in your hair tugs you up and off his dick before both hands are under your arms and pulling you up to him. At the same time your lips find his, he thrusts up and slams into your cunt, sheathing himself in one go. You moan into his mouth and he swallows the noise, along with his own. Without removing himself from you, he tips you over onto you back and opens your legs wide, gripping and grasping at your shins as he sets a punishing pace.

With every thrust of his hips, Din showers you with praise.

You take my cock so well, Cuyan.

You’re so beautiful spread out under me like this.

Hang on just a little bit longer, cyar’ika, you can do that for me.

Your body is perfect, you’re perfect, I’m never letting you go…

Sparks shimmer on the periphery of your vision as your orgasm coils up through your belly. “Din, I’m gonna cum, oh Maker…”

A second round of waves shatters through your body and Din grinds to a halt fully seated in you. His body shakes over yours as you both tip over the edge and climax. He drops his body onto yours, head resting on your chest and you both lay there for long, blissful moments. The world around you has ceased to exist; all that matters is you and him and every thought and feeling that’s silently shared between you in this moment. He pulls himself out of you and curls up in front of you in the dark, wrapping you in his arms. You put your head in the crook of his neck and breathe in his scent; warm with hints of leather and the bar of soap sitting in the fresher. His stubble catches in your hair as he nuzzles closer to you.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” you whisper, hating to break the silence but desperate to know what’s going on in his mind.

He breathes deeply, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “I’m thinking, cyar’ika, that I’m never letting you go.”

If there was a way for your chest to feel lighter than air, his words somehow accomplished that feeling. You let your lips find the skin of his chest, pressing all the feelings you don’t have names for yet into the muscle there. “Tell me more.”

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A Life With You

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Fluff | Sad Ending

Summary: spending your life with Natasha Romanoff by your side. But dreams sometimes don’t last forever…

A/N: Hey, I’m back with my second fic! This time is Natasha’s turn! I also remind you that English is not my native language, but anyway hope you’ll like it!!

April 20 2015

She is there, and I can’t stop looking at her, she is a literal masterpiece made person, sculpted by the Gods of any Mythology, and well, me is just me, nothing special, she will never notice me..

April 25 2015

She is there, she smiled at me for the first time you know?! Oh god it felt like a dream, I thought she wouldn’t even know my existence! But she does, now she does!

April 30 2015

She is there, I had my first training with her yesterday, it was hard you know?! I knew she was strong, I mean she’s a trained assassin, but damn she literally destroyed me! Although nothing changes what I feel for her…I think I’m falling in love…but it’s her eyes fault! As soon as they look at me and I just melt! And her stupid smirk that makes me weak immediately..yeah I don’t want to talk about that.

May 12 2015

She is there, and she…she…she kissed me! I mean it was unexpected! Clint kept telling me to ask her on a date because she likes me but how could it be possible?! I mean I’m pretty basic…she is so beautiful and perfect…it could never work! How can she love me?! It’s totally impossible! Maybe she didn’t mean to…or maybe I should have stayed and not run away like a fool. I’m so stupid I can’t with myself…

May 15 2015

She is there, so it comes out that she meant it. She even asked me on a date…it’s tonight. I need Wanda’s help! I don’t know what to wear or what to do!…I’m so embarrassing…I’m gonna hide until tonight, or even tonight I don’t know…

May 16 2015

She is there, so I didn’t hide, we went on a date and it was so wonderful! We went to the cinema…apparently she knows about my passion for movies, it was GREAT. Even though I didn’t hear a single word from the film since she was right next to me! I couldn’t help but look at her…don’t look at me like that when you’ll fall in love you’ll get what I’m saying!

Oh god I said fall in love…I am in love with her?! No it can’t be..

May 20 2015

She is there, and yeah guys, I fell in love with her, completely, totally, endlessly…yeah. Oh I forgot! She kissed me again that night! She looked down at me, did always that stupid irresistible smirk, then leaned down and yeah, I thought I died right then and there.

May 25 2015

She is there, guys you can’t believe this! We live in the Compound right?! And…and – she literally made me breakfast! She was the only one in the kitchen and when she told me she already made breakfast for me I just melted…I can’t even describe how she makes me feel…she is the love of my life!

Oh god I’m so dramatic…

May 29 2015

She is there, and I asked her to be my girlfriend. I couldn’t help it anymore, I need her all the time, I need her to by my side, I need to know her comfort, her love. She makes me feel safe, and I think I found my Home.

Oh and…she said yes.

June 30 2015

She is there, and it’s been a month since we started dating. I live in a fairytale, this can’t be real life. It feels like a dream, she is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, she is so strong..after everything she went through, she never lost her heart. As she says, pain only makes us stronger.

May 16 2016

She is there, and it’s almost a year since we started dating. I never loved any other human being as much as I love her…she says that she loves me so much…she once said that I’m the love of her life, and well, she’s the love of my life. Our bond is stronger than ever, even though I can’t say the same thing for the whole team. Steve and Tony are fighting all the time…feels like a Civil War.

May 23 2016

She is there, and now we’re in Norway. Avengers don’t exist anymore, at least I wanna think for now…I don’t want to think that I’ll never see them again, I care about them all and well, they are her family. She’s suffering, and yet she is the strongest here, she has always been the strongest among all of us. She takes care of me like I’m some precious treasure, but she only says I’m her love.

June 14 2016

She is there, and I met her family today, even though it was a little weird, but still. Her sister, Yelena is her name, seems a nice person, she is so different from her but at the same time, so similar… She talked to me about her sister, but not so much, maybe she doesn’t want to remember what happened in her past and I understand that, she had to go through so much, but still, she always kept her heart.

May 29 2017

She is there, and it’s been two years since we we started dating! But maybe I shouldn’t say girlfriend anymore…that crazy woman asked me to marry her! She even bought the ring! How could she buy the ring?! When did she do that?! Sometimes, she’s still a mystery to me, but she told me that she won’t reveal her secrets…so I guess I have to deal with it.

She’s gonna be my wife, I still can’t believe it but she’s gonna be my wife!

June 16 2018

She is there, we were about to get married in two months but apparently the world is ending again, so the Avengers are back together. Some alien wants to kill half of the world’s population…unbelievable. She says that everything will be okay, I hope so…I mean I can’t fight with them, I’m just a civilian, but she told me to stay at home and that everything will be fine, and I want to trust her but I don’t know…I feel something is going ti happen, and it’s nothing good.

Wait…what is going on…?

What is happening to me?!

Wha-

October 24 2023

12:34 pm

Guys, what just happened?! Maybe I passed out…wait why the phone says October 2023?! What just happened?! I have to talk to Clint!

1:45 pm

I can’t believe this…she’s…she’s…I don’t even want to say it. She told me everything would be okay, that everything will be alright, that we were get married and have a freaking family together! Why did she have to do that?! Clint said something about a snap and that to bring everyone back they had to have these ‘stones’ back! This is unbelievable! He said that she was suffering too much, that she had to bring me and Yelena back.

Now we are back, but why isn’t she here? With me? She is not here, she’s just..gone. How am I supposed to live without her by my side? Didn’t she think about how we’d live without her?! How much pain she would inflict us?! I can’t believe it and I don’t want to. I don’t want to accept that she’s gone, I need to see her again, I need her to be here and tell me that everything is gonna be fucking okay because I need her! I love her too much to let her go! I will never and I can’t let her go!

Everyone talks about Tony, but why only Clint talks about her? Wasn’t her sacrifice worth enough?

Pepper lost Tony, but I lost my wife. I don’t need a ring to prove it.

She is not there, but she is here, in my heart, but it’s not even mine anymore. It’s always been hers, and always will be.

[portokali]

for the book ask!! 3, 24 🌸

3. What were your top five books of the year?

hiiiii good question good question

in no particular order:

📖 braiding sweetgrass by robin wall kimmerer. this book... her writing voice, she spoke so tenderly about life and nature, and it was the first time i read anything about the environment that actually introduced the idea of reciprocity and a practical yet optimistic approach to the climate crisis.. very life-affirming. i'd recommend this book to most ppl i know who read, and specifically you!

📖 bloodchild and other stories by octavia e. butler. she... has to be one of the smartest authors i've ever read and is probably my fav scifi author.. short story collections are almost always a mixed lot, but i loved these. each one felt very carefully worked on and complete in its own way. i love butler's ability to take a concept and weave a story that carries it across.. but heavy trigger warnings, especially for the first and titular story.. dont get me wrong i cant stop thinking about it (the wonder!).. but also .. i cant stop thinking about it (the horror!)

📖 the brothers karamazov took me almost a whole year to finish so i can't not include it.. a masterpiece.. they are literally my best friends, all 3 of the brothers... the fucking thing is that, whether an old man in 19th century russia or even by contemporary standards, i heavily disagree w his views on religion and politics, but unlike other religious artists (of all mediums), he actually uses religion to communicate life and love in a way that resonate and confront me despite, despite, despite. love how and author can sometimes reach through centuries and distance and past the layer of translation between us and still speak to me right in my soul. also if you wanna read it in greek ρε η μεταφραση του αλεξανδρου ειναι τοσο μιμαμπλ και αστεια, εχω κυριολεκτικα φτιάξει ενα εξελ με τις βρισιες και τους χαρακτηρισμους που ειχε το βιβλιο γιατι ηταν τοσο καλα που επρεπε να τα σημειωσω. ήξερα οτι θα τα παμε καλα με αυτη τη μεταφραση οταν ειδα οτι τον καραμαζοφ αντι για μεγαλογειοκτημονα τον λέει τσιφλικα.. λαικ.. που αλλου... ΠΟΥ αλλου...

📖 beloved by toni morrison... a masterpiece.. a masterpiece! my second morrison and it only further affirmed that shes one of my favorite authors of all time.. head in hands... head in hands..

📖 the left hand of darkness by ursula le guin. i got my friend to read this book recently and have been talking to them abt it again, it's literally such a great book to discuss w fellow nonbinary and trans ppl.. i do think le guin was a genius and the way she talks abt gender and gender roles is endlessly fascinating, but it's also a story about love, patriotism, duty and sacrifice... and it's good..

honorary mentions: station eleven, notes of a crocodile, the haunting of hill house, we need new names

24. Did you DNF anything? Why?

yes T_T i dnf'd loveless by alice oseman just this month.. this book didn't have much of a plot, it's mostly a slice of life story telling a single character's coming out journey - i craved something with more than that going on, personally. it got tiring and i didn't have the patience for it.