#nat talks social stuff

[bisluthq]

Help when was taylor antisemitic???? She has never done or said anything that indicates that and probably doesn't have an antisemitic bone in her body 😭😭😭😭

Okay, so I have a problem with your core thesis here which is “Taylor doesn’t have an antisemitic bone in her body” and let’s break down why that’s a problematic position to hold.

We are all - literally all of us - raised in a fucked up society that teaches us some pretty fucked up things. Even where we are members of a marginalized group, we are bound to hold some biases and have internalized some problematic beliefs about them. Hence women can be misogynistic, POC racist, gay people homophobic, disabled people ableist, and yes Jewish people antisemitic etc etc etc.

Where we are OUTSIDE that group and hold a privileged identity it is IMPOSSIBLE for us not to hold some fucked opinions or perpetuate harm/hurt now and then. A white person can be anti racist but we can never be… not racist like entirely. A man can be a feminist but he is never going to not have some sexist thoughts or hold some questionable beliefs. It’s a lifelong journey that we’re all on constantly once we decide to not suck but like it *is* a lifelong journey.

Now when I say “racist” in that way or “sexist” I’m not talking about hate crimes or grabbing by the pussy or whatever. It’s a scale, my dudes. It can manifest in all sorts of fucked up ways from fetishes (“I LOVE JAPANESE AESTHETICS AND JAPANESE GIRLS!!!” might seem positive but gets racist quite quickly) to laughing at problematic jokes that you know are unfunny but kinda crack you up anyway to stereotyping (which we all do but it’s still fucked) to using questionable language - which is where we’re going with the Tay thing.

There are some words and phrases that have acquired particular connotations that, when uttered especially by members outside the group, become hurtful. Bitch when men are talking about women, for instance. Thug when non Black folk discuss Black men, for instance. And tropes around money when it comes to Jewish people.

Taylor uttered an antisemitic dog whistle despite knowing she has a history of appealing to the alt right:

Is that what she meant? Was she gesturing at Elders of Zion shit and speaking to contemporary far right conspiracies involving Soros and Jews more broadly? Of course not.

Was it a fucked up thing to say in that way? Ya lol. There were other ways to phrase it.

Avoiding dog whistles and micro aggressions is hard, and none of us will ever manage to avoid it entirely, but we can also talk about it when people make mistakes, as Taylor did that day. We can unpack it and learn from it and there’s value to it.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Hey there could I request G!P professor!nat x shy!quiet!reader where reader goes to the school dance alone and feels like a loser for not having the balls to talk or join in with other people but then nat decides to keep her company because she can’t stand seeing her favorite student all pathetic just standing there like a lost puppy and then they sneak off to do “other” stuff

Favourite

Paring: fem!reader x prof!Nat

Warnings: SMUT, amab!Nat, top!Nat, bottom!reader, age gap (legal), taboo relationship, soft sex, p in v, brief oral, soft!Nat, virgin!reader, gentlewoman!Nat

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

A/N: I’m not dead yet and more active noe

I had always thought in college things would change for girls like me, the quiet ones, with a few friends, who you would only talk to to copy their homework. However it stayed that way or at least for me. I had found my small group of friends but I was far from well socialised in my college. But I wasn’t complaining about it either after all it left more time to study.

Most of the lessons I attended were boring except for one: Russians literature with Professors Romanoff, a tall, athletic woman, with red hair and the greenest eyes you had ever seen. You didn’t mind her talking for hours about poems and novels and what we were supposed to think of them. However you couldn’t care less about the words leaving her mouth when you’re eyes were only fixated on her lips.

Eventually more of the semester passed and soon it was time for the annual ball. Because of your low social status you didn’t even try to find a date opting on going alone instead, it wouldn’t be that bad right?

Once there you where alone, the few friends which you had didn’t bother to attend so you stood alone at the side of the large room your eyes fixated on the ground. You should just go, you thought to yourself. “Good evening, Y/N” you heard the familiar husky voice next to you. You looked up only to be greeted by your smirking professor. She looked gorgeous having picked out a matching suit to her eyes.

“Hi, Ms. Romanoff” she leaned against the wall next to me her eyes darting over my smaller body. “Where’s your date?” “I don’t have one” I answered truthfully, her expression stayed the same it was hard to read her. “And you’re friends?” I sighed she knew the answer to that already. “They didn’t attend.” She chuckled licking her lips like a predator who just found it’s helpless prey. “Poor girl, all alone and needs her professor to keep her company”

I let out a small laugh which sounded incredibly fake. Her words made my cheeks heat and I didn’t even know why. “Could be worse” I looked up in her eyes again “You’re a very pleasant conversation partner” “Am I?” She chuckled “That means a lot to me, hearing my favorite student say something like that” “I’m your favorite?” you stammered out “Trust me bunny a girl like you” Her hand trailed to my hip “You hardly get something like that every ten years. I’m very happy to have you”

Her words made my heart flutter and my head turn. I was special, Romanoff’s girl. “Do you mean that?” My voice was still a bit shaky. “Of course I do. We should go somewhere more private” I nodded her hand intertwined with mine she pulled me with her through the masses into the parking lot. Once seated in her expensive looking her hand never left my thigh before she started the car she leaned over to me our lips inches apart I tried to lean forward but her hands pushed my shoulder back against the car seat.

“Don’t do this to make me happy” She paused her eyes looking sensire “It won’t affect your grade no matter how you decide.” “I want this”

I breathed out our lips immediately finding each other. The kiss was passionate and heated until Nat pulled away to fasten my seat belt.

“I’ll drive to my apartment” She put her own seatbelt on “Is that okay with you or do you want to go to your dorm” “I’d like to join your tonight” Natasha gave you a cheeky grin at the response her plan had worked out perfectly.

Arriving at her apartment she seated you on her leather couch. She paced around her living room having two wine glasses in hand. “Do you want a glass?” I laughed I was extremely nervous but in a good way “Oh, I don’t drink but I’ll have a water instead” She just nodded accepting my preferences.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve met” She laughed slipping away from her wine glass. “And I’m not just saying that because of the wine.” She added she was sat next to her hand on your thigh. She had long forgotten about her crumpled up suit jacket on the ground though she normally was so precise about keeping everything organized.

“You don’t look bad either” You laughed she pulled you on her lap forcing you to but your legs on either side her crotch on yours. “Let me kiss you” she mumbled against you wet lips. You lips were pressed together so where your bodies and you could feel a bulge poking you. “Fuck you make me so hard” she breathed out on your lips making you moan out in response.

We were caught in the dance of our tongues when I felt her standing up her arms under my ass supporting my weight. I giggle and tighten my grip around her. “Let me take you to the bedroom”

She laid me out on the bed being careful with every item removed and making sure I was comfortable. She kissed everything inch of my skin paying extra attention to my sweet spots and I never felt so loved before. “Have you done that before” She breathed put against my skin.

“Never” I answer truthfully and suddenly I felt a dang of jealousy in my chest. “Is that- a problem?” My professor moved up again before kissing me “Of course not” She looked me in the eyes with her green eyes. “Will you let me be your first” She was being incredibly cheesy but Iiked that. It made me feel safe. “Yes”

She took one of my nipples in her mouth twisting and turning the other with her trained fingertips. She made me putty in her hands with each lick or flick she brought a new sound from my tongue.

My back arched which only made her increase the speed of her movements. After she seemed it to be enough foreplay she kissed her way down to my pubic bone, pressing her nose against my skin to take in the smell of my sweet arrausel. “Can I bunny?” She smirked and kissed your clit I was already wet but Nat was dying for a taste. She flicked her tongue over my now exposed bud. The pleasure was incredible better than any other toy I ever had and you tried to not lose my mind as she teased you bundle of nerves.

She pulled away shortly after ripping away my release in front of my eyes. I looked at her confused as she was already freeing herself from her boxer. She didn’t have a size to be ashamed of and her bush was well groomed too, like you would’ve suspected. She pumped herself a few times groaning until she was fully hard a little droplet of cum on the redden tip.

“Wait I’ll put a condom on” She reached for the drawer but you stopped her “I’m on the pill” Her lips formed a smirk as she positioned herself between my legs. “It’s not gonna hurt sweetheart” She reassured you kissing my neck.

She pushed inside and I making me scratch down her toned back making her whimper. Fuck her whimpers where hot. She bottomed me out looking down at where our bodies were connected she smiled up at you and you smiled back and after I nodded to her she picked up pace.

She was slow at first making me want more you could tell she being careful with you. “Faster” I moaned out making you hips buckle into her trusts. She moaned like a pornstar panting above me as she increased her speed the bed creaking. She made my back arch and my eyes squeezed shut as I released my quiet prayers for her.

“You close?” She panted and I nod “Fuck, your so tight” I grabbed on her shoulders scratching down as I came all over her shortly after she filled me up too. She pulled out the cum leaking down my legs. She climbed up my body flipping us over so I lay on her chest.

“You’re my favourite” She whispered and kissed my sweaty forehead

:)

[nataliasquote]

Is It All For Nothing? | n romanoff

Summary: You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong?

Warnings: idk. just depressing stuff ig

Pairings: none. a small bit of Nat x reader but all platonic

wc: 1.3k

notes: I wrote this in 45 mins in one sitting. It’s written in a different pov than usual and idk if it even makes sense. I just typed and didn’t stop until I was done 🤷‍♀️ the idea just came to me and yeah :)

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Frankly, being on the sidelines sucked. Everyone knew it yet no matter how many times someone engaged in small talk to be polite or proclaimed they were there to talk to everyone, somehow you were always left out.

It didn’t matter where you were, loneliness followed like a dormant disease. High school sucked, you were a nobody, but thankfully those years were in the past. But your fifteen year old self didn’t realise that your isolation would carry right on over into your adult life.

And sure, it wasn’t all bad. The nights spent chatting with new friends you’d made that day left you on an all time high, but that just made the fall that much harder. And when the low inevitably came, you could only laugh at yourself at your naivety, because why would things suddenly change? You weren’t someone people stuck around for.

Unfortunately, Shield agents were no different. Those in your cohort were nice enough to say hi in the hallway or invite you into group conversations. A couple even chatted with you over lunch. But you knew they only did it because they felt bad. You saw the difference in their demeanor; you were a spy for god’s sake. They were so much happier with their friends, and that didn’t include you, no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself it did.

There was one agent who’s attention toyed with you that little bit more. Natasha Romanoff was a couple of ranks higher, both in social and training status. But she was always kind, no matter what. You conversed whilst waiting for your training session, mainly her listening as you talked. She was sweet, despite her intimidating facade and before long she had you completely wrapped around your little finger.

For a month, you both chatted any chance you got. If you saw her in the cafeteria, you’d make a beeline for her table, smiling at the other agents as you sat down. She responded to you, her eyes holding yours as you spoke, seeming actually interested in what you had to say. She would joke with you, calling you out with a laugh which sent a flush to your cheeks. You didn’t care what she said, she was talking to you. That’s all that mattered. Maybe this was where your life changed for the better. Evenings that followed those days would be blissful and you would fall asleep with a smile on your face, feeling on top of the world all because of the redheaded Russian.

However, as the weeks went on, days would go by with no contact. At first you just thought she was going on more missions; that was her job after all. But then you’d see that flash of red hair in a meeting room or one of the agents talking about something Natasha had said earlier and it hit you sharply in the throat.

Was she just like everyone else? Playing the pity card, building you up only to leave you hanging once she got bored? Natasha didn’t seem like that kind of person, but had essentially placed her on a pedestal, so of course she could do no wrong. That was your downfall.

Emerging from a debrief with Maria Hill, you tucked a stack of files under your arm and stepped out into the hallway. And there she was, a soft smile on her lips. You reciprocated it and made eye contact, opening your mouth to speak. You hadn't spoken in a few days and you hated to admit it, but you missed her.

But Natasha clearly didn’t feel the same. Her eyes caught yours and then darted to the floor, her feet picking up the pace as she walked past. “I’m sorry Y/n, I’m busy today. We’ll talk later.”

Except she wasn’t busy. Because there she was, standing at the end of the hall laughing with another agent in your cohort. It shouldn’t have been, but it was like a punch to the stomach and you quickly turned around, retreating back into the room you’d left to avoid her seeing you watching her.

You knew that agent. They were friends, everyone saw it. And she was nice enough to you too, but jealousy coursed through your veins and turned you into a green eyed monster.

What did she have that you didn’t? Besides the ability to win Natasha over, obviously. Every single interaction you’d had with the redhead suddenly started replaying in your mind, frantically scanning to see what went wrong. Did you overstep? Were you too pushy? Too clingy? You just wanted a friend, was that so hard to understand? Was it so bad to want?

You thought about texting her, but decided against it. You didn’t want to know the answer. What if your worst fears were confirmed? That she only spoke to you out of pity, and quite frankly didn’t want anything to do with you.

It hurt. It really did. Countless times you wished that she was the one that would change your bad history of making friends. Because when you were around Natasha, nothing else mattered. The days of no contact slipped out of your mind. You’d forgive her for anything in a heartbeat… maybe that was the problem.

You thought the world of her. And she saw that. ‘Never meet your heroes’ that’s what they say, isn’t it? And maybe she wasn’t quite at hero status for you, but you looked up to her. Praising her work when she returned from a successful mission, commenting on the ingenious moves she made to lead her team to victory. She was everything you wanted to be as an agent, with one seriously important factor.

Everyone loved her.

Everyone loved her, and nobody knew you. She was the prize rose and you were behind, stuck in her shadow. They didn’t see you as anyone but the agent who sucked up to Natasha. They didn’t see how hard you worked, how many hours you trained, how much effort you put in. And they never would. Because it was too much. You were a try hard.

A try hard in a room full of effortless people.

Effortless just like that other agent was. She’d been rumoured to move up into Natasha’s ranks and onto her mission team, leaving you struggling in the lower levels. It felt almost childish, yearning after the attention of one single person. But no matter how hard you tried, or how casual you tried to be, Natasha would never see you as anything other than a fan girl.

You knew she was capable of giving you what you desired, you saw it with that other agent. The way they laughed together, developed inside jokes and anecdotal phrases that they brought up in group discussions. You saw the way Natasha’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name, how she gushed over her but also teased her at the same time. Their effortless banter had you choking back tears as you sat one table over, watching with blurry eyes.

You wanted that so badly it hurt.

But if you stopped trying, stopped reaching out, stopped lusting after the perfect friendship you so badly craved with her, would she notice? Or would you fade into the background, silently, without a word. Maybe she would be happy, now that you’re no longer bugging her.

Maybe it’s for the best.

[erose-this-name]

Kabru is such a brilliantly written character, one of the best in Dungeon Meshi (which is a high bar as it is, most of the main cast are similarly genius). 

His thing is that he is very friendly and nice confident and maxed out his charisma stat, but is also kinda ambitious and manipulative. But not in an overtly malicious way. Which kinda scares me.

The most impressive thing about him, writing wise, is that it’s all show-don’t-tell. He very frequently uses his charm and empathy and understanding of how people think in really clever ways. We’re often walked through his thought process of how he does these social deductions. We’re never told he’s scarily charismatic, besides other characters reacting to him being scarily charismatic.

Kabru is a natural-born leader and social engineer with superlative skills in both, which makes him the perfect foil for Laios, who’s too autistic and unambitious that he’s not even the de facto leader of his own party that he’s the official leader of. He’s so bad at leadership that his party just, sort of, doesn’t have a leader. They just kinda argue and do stuff.

What’s also neat, and perfectly inline with Meshi’s general theme of clever and logical subversions of fantasy tropes, is that Kabru’s character design in no way clues us in on this fundamental character trait of his.

He’s sort of a human fighter / knight archetype, which in the language of fantasy RPGs is a class most would associate with being a white bread jock, chivalrousness optional. (Laios subverts the same trope in the same way. It’s really funny that the walking exposition dump of the group looks like the character creator default preset spec’d as the most generic class available.)

If Kabru was a bard or noble and Laios a wizard, their character traits would be far less interesting

Even better is that we would expect someone who looks like Laios to have Kabru’s personality, and vice versa. Their character designs are flipped; the confident super charismatic leader is a short wide-eyed twink, while the slightly naive and very autistic monster enthusiast is a tall conventionally attractive Aryan lookin’ mf. (see what I mean by Kabru being such a good foil for Laios?? No wonder everyone ships them, they’re perfect for each other!)

Yet, their designs also work for them. Kabru just has a face that’s easy to talk to, his piercing blue eyes and curly hair gives him a false sense of naïveté, while his iconic 👁️👁️ expression hints that there’s actually quite a bit going on inside his head. Meanwhile, Laios believably looks like someone who doesn’t know what hair conditioner is. His armor’s collar gorget thing is also pretty dorky.

You can’t trust people like that (I mean overly charismatic people with a manipulative streak, not blue-eyed twinks) because you can’t know what their real motives are. You can’t know they aren’t pretending, you can’t know they aren’t trying to or haven’t already manipulated you. How could you? When he has so much more social intelligence than you do, average socially awkward Tumblr user? He’s touched all the grass!

In episode 16 (spoilers, btw) Kabru finally meets Laios’s party, who he’s been trying to find and fight for the better part of the season, and he just decides that no confrontation is necessary. Like, immediately upon meeting the guy. Just from how Laios looked at him. He figures that since Laios didn’t seem to recognize him, they either have never met meaning he has the wrong guy, or Laios forgot meaning he didn’t think it’d be a big deal, meaning the treasure was a trap or something. Which is pretty in line with Kabru’s established ability to always roll nat 20s for every charisma and deductive reasoning check, so cool.

But he doesn’t even seem curious about which of those cases is true. (He might be interested to find out some of the treasure wasn’t dangerous, but accidentally got thrown off a bridge). Much to Rin’s dismay, he’d rather just not bring it up because that could upset the leader of the party he might be working with for the foreseeable future.

Actions speak louder than words. So, all we really learn in this scene is that Kabru’s goals and M.O. can change on a dime, and that he values reputation and political capital more than money and vengeance. More than his own party’s desire for those things. Not only is he someone with a silver tongue, but he knows its value and is determined to use it at every opportunity.

Kabru and his party might not be very good at fighting or surviving in the dungeon, in fact their frequent TPKs are a running gag. But, he also doesn’t need to be when he can just manipulate Laios’ and Shuro’s much more proficient parties into helping him.

So far, Kabru seems like the most likely one to become king of the dungeon or whatever the mcguffin is. He is the only protagonist so far who has said that’s an actual goal of his. He’s said that he doesn’t think someone like Laios who isn’t a born leader should get it.

In fact, Kabru seems to have very strong opinions on what kinds of people should be allowed to adventure in the dungeon, evidenced by the fact that he murdered an entire party over it, justified or not. Kabru seems to think that Kabru is such a leader, and he’s probably right about that, but what kind of leader? 

What would Kabru do with that kind of power if he gets it? Because I’m not sure. All I know is that he is the kind of person with the ability to use real political power to its full potential. For good, or for very, very bad.

I’m not saying that Kabru is evil or that he’s secretly gonna be the surprise villain. I dunno, I haven’t read the manga. He could just be a nice guy that’s just, like, is like that. Everything he’s done could be justified by the explanations he’s given. He actually reminds me a lot of one of my IRL friends, and I’d trust him with my life.

But, I can’t help but feel a distinct sense of unease whenever he’s on-screen. I try not to trust confident natural-born leaders like him right out of the gate. I don’t like that our instinct as humans is to blindly follow them without thinking about it.

Tyrants and psychopaths also use confidence and charm and a friendly demeanor to make people think they’re a good guy, while manipulating everyone into thinking their self-serving actions are altruistic. Benevolent, confident, skilled leaders do exist. But there exists many more snakes wearing their skin. Wolves rarely bother with sheep’s clothing, they dress as shepherds and sheepdogs.

Anyway, my point is that I think it’s kinda neat that it’s possible to overthink this much about a character whose probably just a nice guy that is the mirror opposite of an autistic person. Writing that kind of ambiguity is hard, and employing it in this way is inspired.

[of-many-aus]

Less Than Ideal Living Situations

Summary: you and jake are put into a situation that is less than ideal

Warning: slight mention of violence

A/N: I’m kinda worried that this sucks; but also, feel free to send in requests for one shots for this series if you feel like it!!

Take Me Out to the Ball Game Masterlist

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

You would like to reiterate the fact that this was completely Natasha Trace’s fault. Nothing about this did you do on your own free will.

She was the one who began the school year by commuting to classes after she got an apartment off campus with her boyfriend of two years, leaving you roommate-less.

True, she had apologized over and over again and even offered to keep being your roommate and give up the chance of staying with her boyfriend, but you wouldn’t let her. You were her best friend after all, and what kind of friend would you be if you kept her from happiness on your own selfish accords?

So, you reassured her that it was fine and you would find new living arrangements. She didn’t have to worry about you.

Turns out, she probably should have been worried. Because after posting up flyers all over the campus and social media- offering a room in your apartment for anyone who would like to accept your offer- not a single reply came your way.

That was when you really began to stress out.

It was one day until roommates had to be finalized, and you didn’t have one.

You had even begun to contemplate how you could trick the college staff into thinking that you were still with Nat, but not a single idea that could actually be done without breaking a couple of laws came to mind.

Then, a notification came through on your phone halfway through history class. Someone had accepted your offer.

The relief and joy that spread through you was almost too overpowering to even read the name of the person that would be your new roommate.

Jake Seresin.

Star player of your college's baseball team with an ego larger than the campus and a reputation to back it up.

The two of you had literature together. That is, when he actually bothered to show up. And when he did, he would mostly sleep through it. The only reason he wasn’t failing any of his classes was because your school couldn’t afford losing the best baseball player they had seen in over fifteen years. According to the gossiping group of girls you overheard in the dining hall, that is.

It was clearly too close to the final date to change it and desperately try to search everywhere for somebody else- anybody else- so now, you would just have to suffer through it.

“-and then, I went to go check on Jake, only to find him face down on the lawn.” Bradley Bradshaw, first baseman for the baseball team, laughed, shifting the box in his arms, “So naturally, we all just decided roommates without him. I mean, he should have seen it coming. There’s an odd number of us, including our manager, so of course one of us is going to have to find a different living arrangement- he just shouldn’t have missed it. It’s a good thing he saw your ad though, or else he might be living in the alley behind the campus kitchen-“

The man had been happily chatting your ear off for the last hour now, as he helped his friend unload all of his stuff into your apartment. And while he seemed nice enough, you just wished he would stop talking. You were exhausted and, quite frankly, nervous about the whole situation, so you weren’t exactly in a chatty mood.

Both of you walked through the door of your apartment after trudging up the stairs for the tenth time

“Rooster, leave the girl alone. You’re gonna scare my new roommate away.” Jake's voice floated smoothly through his lips and reached your ears in a way that made you shiver. You now had to live with this man.

Bradley grinned, “You don’t need me for that, Hangman, I trust that you’re gonna do that all by yourself.”

It was an annual tradition at your school that every athlete as a freshman in your sports centered college would get a nickname that would follow along with them for the rest of their years.

You gave the blond a tight lipped smile, “Not yet scared away.”

The man beside you dropped the box onto the ground beside all the other ones, “Welp, that’s the last of them, Bagman.”

Your smile morphed into a small, genuine one as you turned to face him, “Thank you for the help.”

He threw a playful wink at you, “Anytime. Just give me a call if Seresin is giving you any trouble. I’ll rough him up for you.”

A laugh left your lips as Bradley gave you a two finger salute before turning on his heel and exiting your apartment, ignoring the warning look his teammate was giving him.

There was a silence that followed Bradshaw's absence, as if any form of conversation had been taken by the hand and led out by the man.

Jake cleared his throat, drawing your eyes to lock with his devastatingly green ones, “Thank you again for letting me live here.”

There was a sort of sincerity in his voice that would have made you do a double take if you weren’t already looking at him. It was a tone that you never in a million years would have expected to hear out of him.

You coughed lightly, forcing yourself to roll your eyes, “Yeah, well, didn’t have much choice.”

His look didn’t falter like you had expected it to, “No, I suppose not.”

“Well, I’ll be in my room. Let me know if you need any help unpacking.” You desperately needed to get out of this situation.

He waved his hand dismissively, “I think I can manage.”

With that, you practically scurried off to your room, tightly closing the door behind you before sliding your back down it until your legs were curled up to your chest.

Your hand flailed to the side, gripping onto a pillow from your bed and bringing it into your lap before shoving your face into it and screaming, letting it muffle the sound.

So yes, this was completely Natasha Trace's fault. You were stuck in a small apartment with the last person you would ever had thought, and you would never let her hear the end of it.

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[midastouch013]

Meeting The Sister

Yelena Belova x Female Reader

Summary: you meet her sister for the first time

Warnings: none, protective Nat and clumsy you

P.S I had this already posted, but they were deleted, so I'm reposting them

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The neon lights painted the cityscape in hues of red and blue as you nervously waited for Yelena Belova to arrive. The bar's dimly lit interior buzzed with laughter and music, but your focus was on the door. The idea of meeting Yelena's sister, Natasha Romanoff, and her girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff, was enough to make your palms sweaty.

Yelena finally entered, her confident stride cutting through the crowd. A smirk played on her lips as she approached, her green eyes locking onto yours. "Привет, jittery one. Ready for this adventure?"

You managed a half-smile, "Adventure? More like a nerve-wracking social experiment. What if I crash and burn?"

Yelena chuckled, leaning in for a quick kiss. "Relax, любовь. You're charming as hell. They'll adore you."

Together, you found a corner table and settled in. The minutes dragged on slowly until the door swung open, and Natasha and Wanda strolled in. Yelena's face lit up, and she enthusiastically greeted Natasha, pulling her into a hug. Wanda, a familiar face, greeted you with a casual wave.

"Hey, Wanda. Good to see you again," you said, aiming for a laid-back tone despite the adrenaline pulsing through your veins.

Wanda smirked, taking a seat. "Chill, it's just a laid-back evening."

The conversation flowed, but there was an undeniable stiffness in the air. Natasha's sharp eyes observed you, and she maintained a certain formality. As the night progressed, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being evaluated.

Natasha finally turned to you, her voice measured. "So, Yelena's been keeping you a secret. What's your deal?"

You leaned back, adopting a nonchalant demeanor. "Ah, just your average agent trying to navigate the chaos. Yelena's been my partner in crime. Figuratively, of course."

Natasha's gaze remained sharp. "Partner in crime, huh? What kind of crimes are we talking about here?"

You chuckled, meeting her gaze. "The thrilling kind. Espionage, saving the world, the usual. You know the drill."

Wanda, sensing the tension, interjected with a casual smile. "Let's not turn this into an interrogation, Nat. We're here to have a good time."

Yelena, feeling a bit defensive, crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Exactly, Natasha. No need to grill us. We're here for a good night, not a debrief."

You reached out, gently placing a hand on Yelena's arm to reassure her. "Yelena's right. No need for a debrief. We're just here to enjoy each other's company."

Yelena, realizing her defensiveness, relaxed slightly, offering a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I'm just protective. You know how it is."

Natasha, observing the exchange, nodded. "Understandable. Partners in crime tend to stick together."

You grinned, adding a touch of humor. "Exactly! Besides, who else is going to appreciate my impeccable taste in secret missions?"

Wanda, with a smirk, chimed in, "I'm sure it's a very unique taste."

The conversation shifted to more lighthearted topics, with everyone sharing anecdotes and jokes. Yelena, now more at ease, joined in the banter, contributing her own sarcastic remarks and playfully nudging Natasha.

Wanda, with her Sokovian charm, added her own touch to the banter, creating a dynamic where each person's personality shone through. You found yourself trading jokes with Wanda, engaging in playful banter with Yelena, and occasionally meeting Natasha's gaze with a shared understanding.

Wanda grinned, raising her glass. "So, how did you two meet? Any thrilling story to share?"

You exchanged a glance with Yelena, and a playful smirk crossed your lips. "Well, it all started in a high-stakes mission. Yelena was in a tight spot, and I swooped in, saved the day, you know, the usual hero stuff."

Yelena rolled her eyes, but a fond smile played on her lips. "More like you tripped over your own feet and stumbled into my mission."

Natasha, now intrigued, leaned in. "A clumsy hero, huh? That's unexpected."

You shrugged, grinning. "Hey, every hero has a less-than-glamorous origin story, right?"

Yelena, seizing the opportunity to tease you, launched into a ramble. "Oh, let me tell you about their impeccable coordination skills. I've never seen someone tumble and twist in so many creative ways. It's a wonder they get anything done without tripping over their own shadow."

Yelena continued, "And remember the time they mistook a janitor for an enemy agent and tackled them in the middle of a mission?"

You shot her a playful glare. "Okay, that one was an honest mistake. In my defense, they were wearing all black and carrying a mop like a weapon!"

Wanda burst into laughter, and Natasha couldn't help but crack a smile. "Quite the impressive track record you've got there."

You sighed dramatically. "My secret identity as a spy is hanging by a thread with Yelena here revealing all my not-so-heroic exploits."

Yelena, leaning in, planted a quick kiss on your cheek. "Oh, don't worry, beloved. Your not-so-heroic moments make you even more endearing."

You couldn't help but look at Yelena with a mix of embarrassment and fondness. Natasha, ever observant, raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile. "Seems like there's a lot more charm to this clumsy hero than meets the eye."

Yelena winked at Natasha, "Well, charm and a top-level clearance that I conveniently forgot to mention. Just a minor detail."

The table fell silent for a moment, and you could practically feel the raised eyebrows. Natasha's gaze became more intense, and Wanda looked intrigued.

Yelena, catching on to your embarrassment, chuckled. "Oh, did I forget to mention that my charming klutz here has access to the highest level of clearance? Just a minor detail."

You shot Yelena a playful glare, and she grinned mischievously, knowing she had just added a new layer to the intrigue. Natasha arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the revelation.

Natasha finally spoke, "Top-level clearance, huh? Interesting."

You nodded, trying to downplay it. "Well, two levels above you, Natasha. Not that it's a big deal."

Wanda, with a sly grin, added, "Looks like we've got a high roller in the house."

Yelena, ever the protective sister, shot a warning look at Natasha and Wanda. "Easy, both of you. It's not a competition."

You chimed in, "Yeah, just a quirky detail in the grand scheme of things. Family comes in all clearance levels, right?"

Wanda laughed, and Natasha smirked, "Family comes in all clearance levels, indeed."

The atmosphere lightened up as the conversation moved on to more casual topics. The initial tension began to dissipate, and you found yourself sharing laughs and stories with the group. Yelena, always quick with a sarcastic remark, added her own flavor to the banter.

As the night progressed, the initial awkwardness transformed into a genuine connection. Natasha, initially reserved, couldn't help but crack a smile at some of the anecdotes shared. Wanda, with her infectious laughter, created a comfortable ambiance.

You raised your glass, "To unexpected friendships and top-level clearances!"

The clinking of glasses echoed through the bar as the night unfolded with laughter, camaraderie, and a newfound understanding among the eclectic group.

[crushedsweets]

WWHAT WUD THE CREEPS DO 4 HALLOWEEN I MUST KNOW

anon... yes i like this. general disclaimer this is tailored to my au !! stuff under cut

toby likes it, thinks its fun and stuff. he's not the type to dress up beyond like, maybe a jacket and a mask or whatever, but he'll go and buy(steal) stupid ass halloween decorations from spirit or the dollar store. there r several mini skeletons sitting around his cabin. he treats it like elf on the shelf, but. . . skeletons... def will sit around and watch scary movies with a bag of halloween candy . totally carves pumpkins with whoever will do it with him

tim wouldnt really want to do much cuz he's just tired, but he probably would put out a small little pumpkin and bowl of candy outside his door. he's in an apartment so he doesnt really get trick or treaters. will prob buy some candy after halloween so its on sale

brians so annoying omfg(lovingly) he'd buy a fake arm, blood, and wig and stick it in his trunk so it looks like an arm is sticking out. yall know what im talking about. him and tim share an apartment so he'd prob try to actually put something simple around it, like some plastic pumpkins, but nothing really big. he is also a grown man with no kids, so he doesnt find himself going all out for these things

natalie. ok i recently made it where she's either already a tattoo artist, or learning to be a tattoo artist or whatever, but i could see her and some coworkers setting up the shop all halloweeny. she's so fucking tall that they'd just call her over for all the spider web stuff. she thinks its fun and she likes halloween a lot so it's cool. she'd get a huge kick out of doing halloween tattoos during october too. goes and hangs out with toby/nina for it

nina goes to parties . she HAS to get a whole new costume for every party. its super wasteful but she doesnt care all that matters is shes sexy. every year without fail she is a sexy gothic vampire for one of the parties. she works at hot topic, BUT she'd absofuckinglutely get a second job at spirit halloween for october. she's a creepy galll... def sets her apartment up super cutely, brings toby and nat over so they can carve pumpkins with her, tries to dress them up, etc. tons of halloween posts on her social medias too LOL shes so cute

jeff would prob also go to more like... weirder ( ?) parties with creeps and scary people roaming around just doing crazy shit. warehouse shit. prob finds someone to bring home and kill. he thinks its fun, its easier to just go about his days looking the way he does, he loves scaring the fucking shit out of people. doesnt decorate or wear costumes though, says its cringe LMFAO. hates how hyped nina is about it

jane and mary would totally decorate, but in a much more.. ? elegant ? way. like those tall skinny candles, swap out their doormat for something halloween themed, really nicely done pumpkins for some reason. jane would want to host a cute little halloween dinner for uni friends. probably just gets simple costumes, like she'd put on a witch hat and black dress and thats all, but its cute. takes sally (and ben, if sally asks him to come) trick or treating.

sally draws tons of drawings, loves disney halloween marathons, paints on pumpkins(doesnt like the smell of gutting them), etc. she'd decorate with jane cuz she lives w her. she loves it so much but she still gets scared of the animatronic things at stores and stuff LOL. begs ben to trick or treat w her. really embarrassing for ben

ben wouldnt do much besides like. he'd get worse w his internet trolling (scaring the fucking shit out of teens on the internet), start doing more actual hauntings bc nobody will believe his victims during october which means slender wont find out he's doing it. he would not want to go trick or treating..but he'd go with sally with a pillow case and he'd try to awkwardly stand further back but the ppl at the door would always b like 'aw dont be shy come here!' LOL

jack doesnt celebrate it, his family didnt really celebrate it much when he was human so he doesnt do it now. he does get kinda sad during holiday season though, cuz of obvious reasons, but halloween isnt the strongest Pain for him

liu is so fucking miserable theres no way. jk he'd set out like, some pumpkins and maybe get one of those lights that project ghosts onto his garage, but he wouldnt want to go all out or do anything to the inside of his house. jeff really liked halloween when he was younger so its kinda like ouch but he's getting overit. i guess. . .

kate doesnt..celebrate anything........ but when she does occasionally visit the cabin, maybe for food or a shower, and she sees toby decorated, she'd be happy to see it. she's kinda unsettling to be around, but she'd sit down and watch a movie with him in silence. then bring a massive bag of candy to the mine w her w/o telling toby. he just had to cope

ann and lulu dont do anything in the hospital. they dont really have any concept of time........... or the resources to decorate... and they dont get any trick or treaters... cuz theyre...stuck in an abandoned hospital in the woods . . . yeah..

ty for ask anoni like this one. very simple but very sweet

[callslips]

jock!lottie x punk!nat headcanons

in response to these curiouscats because i have TOO MUCH to say:

firstly this is just actually them. like literally them. but let's get into it

lottie has all the conventions of being a popular girl barring most of the cattiness, mix that with the fact she's part of the soccer team -- YES i am positive she wears letterman's jackets when she isn't dressed up and is friends with other sports circles - the women's tennis team, basketball team (convince she'd play pick up games with them), volleyball team ... lottie KIND OF gives a fuck about academics but i just really see her leaning into the easy way sports culture allows her to socialize and form a circle of friends.

punk nat who plays soccer and ACTUALLY genuinely gives a shit about it, even though she thinks jock-types are meatheads. like, "i play this sport because i'm fucking good at it, but half of you guys are fucking stupid." definitely an extreme music snob who sticks to her own circle of friends, burnout-looking types (though she actually values academics... doesn't really come to class but studies when absolutely NOBODY is looking, because like everyone else she needs to get the fuck out of wiskayok).

they both play for the yellowjackets and their only real interactions are on the field, lottie might wave in the hallway or try and say "hi" but nat COMPLETELY cold shoulders her

lottie has a HUGE crush on nat, talking like, this goes back to middle school years when nat was somehow still 2 cool 4 school and still wasn't giving lottie the time of day. to be fair lottie had just had a major growth spurt and was still becoming acquainted with the sudden distance from her body to the ground .. she was in no position to be trying to befriend someone she thought was a 'cool kid'.

lottie's a jock but not a fuckboy about it, down to earth but you literally wouldn't know it because she's too busy attending keggers and it LOOKS like she's flirting with half of the student body when she's just.. an extremely kind and genuine person. even if she didn't like someone, not even remotely, she would still give them the time of day.

nat sees all of this and of course runs into lottie at after-game parties but does her ABSOLUTE BEST to avoid lottie, until eventually lot gets fed up with all of this pining from afar (or taivan intervenes, deus ex machina style) and lottienat ends up partnered the whole year for their lab class or some shit.

lottie isn't an idiot by any means but she definitely pretends to be because it ends up with nat having to spend MORE time after soccer practices with her working on their projects ... yes lottie is doing the Long Con to win nat over.

nat begrudgingly starting to think lottie isn't THAT bad when she finally lets lottie give her a ride home after a late-night study sesh and finds out lottie actually has decent music taste...

ugh cue the nail painting scene nat had with kevyn except now it's for lottie when lot gets bored with all the studying and starts coloring on her nails with sharpie

they win a game and lottie is like - "Uh, good job on the field today, dude..." to nat, who just looks at her like ???. later, in the locker room, lottie stuffs her head in her locker for a solid thirty seconds wondering why she called nat 'DUDE' of all things, until van is like... "you good?"

so.. yes.. girlfailure jock lottie who can totally be suave with other people but when she talks to nat she's so nervous about sounding cool she ends up making a fool out of herself.

lottie lies and says she "totallyyyyy knows what shoegaze is." and gets caught in it - nat's like: "why would you lie about that?", not mad but genuinely wondering what the point of making that up would be?? and lottie is like, "i just thought it'd make you hate me less if i knew what it was, i dunno." and what follows is HUGE because nat, at this point, has to admit: "lottie, what? i don't- i don't hate you." and now it's lottie's turn to be like ???!!!1!2??!

cue lottie being insufferable about this. nat will say something biting and sarcastic on the field and lottie will just ruffle her hair or grin because now she knows nat doesn't mean it, and nat is like - "i never should have told you i liked you." (this is interpreted platonically) and lottie is even MORE thrilled, like, "oh, so you LIKE me? guess i'm not so much of a pain in the ass after all..." (nat has totally called her this to her face at one point or another).

it takes maybe half the year or more for van to finally be like "dudebro, just fuckin' go for it." at a party and lottie, mildly sedated by shitty beer, approaches nat when she spots her smoking a cig alone.

lottie doesn't really smoke and nat bullies her for it a little ... except lottie looks kind of hot and nat thinks LOTTIE looks kind of hot, so she offers to show lottie a "cool party trick" and they shotgun the cig smoke ... yes lottie coughs after but not from the burn, entirely from the act itself and she's SO red and nat is INSANELY endeared by this

let's just say their regular study sessions at the Matthews' estate become a little less about studying after that... and since lottie doesn't have to play nearly as clueless she jots an answer down and nat is like, "wait - what the fuck?" but lottie uses her big brown eyes to make nat forgive her, especially since it was all to hog nat to herself anyway.

they definitely don't officially come out as dating, one day lottie's just chatting with her circle of jock friends in the hallway and sees nat coming so she pulls her over and slings her arms around her, hugging her from behind, and yes, some jocks are meatheads, but these are lottie's friends and lottie is hugged up against her so... nat's not really going to complain.

in conclusion: jock!lottie wins over punk!nat by kind of being a loser, but a charming one nonetheless.

is this basically a fucking au? mini fic ? someone tell me to shut up next time

[dragonrider9905]

Sunset in Your Eyes, Sunrise of My Life

Thank you so much for the prompt @photogirl894!!! I really like how this one turned out, and I hope you do too!!!! This piece is a participation in @clonexreaderbingo!

Bingo card square: sunset

Being a bartender at 79’s had its perks and its downsides.

One of the perks was serving a very lively and lovely crowd: the clones.

One of the downsides: you had strange, strange late hours that threw you for a loup. 

But you loved it. 

Tonight was one of those nights that got your blood boiling a good kind of heat. You were laughing and dancing around the bar table filling orders, flirting and socializing with what came to be your favorite group of human beings. These clones were (almost) always respectful, kind, considerate, brave, modest, funny…there were a few bad apples in the bunch but overall, whenever you worked this job, you always had fun, and left with a glow in your face and warm feeling in your heart.

If only you didn’t have to work your other job to make this one possible!

The lights were low and the music was high, loudly beating out a jukebox favorite. The bar was busy, just how you liked it. The dance floor was filled and you saw many happy faces, as there ought to be. All of your favorite people were gathered for a relaxing evening where they could forget the war for a little while. All your favorite colors were in town. The grays, the golds, the blues, and finally a few teals showed up. A familiar kind face finally making his way to his normal spot with the same kind, tired smile. 

“Hey Howzer, how’s it going? Your normal?”

You knew most of the regulars and their orders by now. Howzer was more than a regular to you though. He’d become sort of a brother, watching out for you when the boys would get rowdy or when nat borns would get disrespectful. He was quiet at first but you brought out the playful side of him. You always looked forward to seeing him and worried when he was deployed, whether or not he’d come back.

“Yeah, you know, not bad. Better now that I’ve seen you.”

“Thanks hun. Here you go. You know, there is more to life than Mailoorun cocktails? Try branching out a little, it’s on me. If you hate it, you can get your next regular free.”

Howzer laughed, “No thanks, I’m good. I like the fruity stuff. It is one of two reasons I come back here.” He held up his hand and coughed into it while saying “I’ve got to make sure my vod’ika stays out of trouble.”

You gave him a look and he returned it with a goofy grin.

“Plus, I don’t want to take money from your hard earned tips…I know you don’t earn a lot working here.”

“You’re worth it though.”

Howzer’s face softened a little. “Thanks…but all the same. The fruity stuff, vod’ika. Tell me how you’ve been?”

For a good half hour, you went between chatting Howzer’s ear off, ragaling him with tales of work, 79s, school and your family life. Howzer returned with stories of his brothers. Never of the war, always jocular tales of the boys.

During this time, clones would come and go but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of clones who always made you smile. They entered not too long ago but were engaged in conversation so you hadn’t approached them yet. The one with the five tattooed on his forehead had his arm slung over his buddy with a hand painted on his chest piece. Quite obviously annoying his brother by the look on his face. Howzer grinned a knowing grin at you and eyed the same pair, raising his eyebrows a little. 

“Shut up.” 

“I didn’t say anything! He’s a good lad, and he’s obviously nervous. Why don’t you talk to him?”

You chuckled. “I know who he is, Howzer. He’s one of my favorites. I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to flirt with him first; let’s see how red we can make his face.”

“You’re horrible, but I love you for it.”

“Aw shucks, thanks!”

You made your way down the bar, talking and pouring more drinks. The closer you got, the more you caught of their conversation.

“You should talk to her.”

“No! She is too good for someone like me. I’ll just bongle everything up.”

“You’re so sweet to her; you’ve got a chance. This isn’t your first time talking to her. You should just ask her out.”

“No way; that could be taken as disrespectful. She deserves all the respect in the galaxy, and if I mess it up, she wouldn’t speak to me again—wouldn't blame her for it either.”

“Hey, she’s coming over this way. I’m going to call her over and you’re going to talk to her.”

“Don’t you dare! Fives!”

“Hey miss! We’d like to order here, please? When you have a moment?”

“Fives you little—” His angry expression cut short when you walked up to the pair with a smile, shocked nervousness and wide eyes replacing the annoyed look of before.

“Uh, hi, yes, we’re thirsty, water please? Water good. You’re pretty. Good. You’re good at this, and kind. Thank you for asking.”

“This is a bar, you can have something else besides water.” You leaned over the counter and practically put your face next to his, and watched the clone blush at your closeness to him. That, or from his embarrassment. “We do have good Corellian whisky. Might be a good change from your normal, Galaxy Explosion.”

“Uhhhh, yes please, Ma’am. Sounds good. Wait, you remember what I drink?”

You smiled, “I remember a lot about you, Echo.” 

He froze, and stared into your eyes, mouth agape. You could almost see the cogs turning in his brain, trying to figure out what you meant by that. 

“Here I was hoping you’d say the same thing, love. I’ll be right back with your drink. What’ll you have, Fives?” You leaned over to give the extroverted brother some attention. 

“Give me the same as him!”

“You got it!” 

You chuckled, then went to fetch the glasses and materials needed to concoct the specialty. You saw Echo let out a big breath then shove his brother next to him. 

“Fives, I swear…” but you interrupted again, coming with a few bottles.

“Have you ever seen one made? Watch this.”

You started flipping the bottles, tossing them in the air then catching and pouring them. You lit the top with a blue flame then served him, smirking satisfied at his gawk. 

“You are…that was perfect. Thank you.”

“You haven’t tried it yet, hun. Wait til you do, then compliment the work.”

He eyed the glass suspiciously, turning it around in his hands.

“I didn’t poison it if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Echo looked up aghast. “I…it’s not that. How do I drink something flaming?”

“You blow it out first.”

“Oh.” 

Still not looking convinced, he blew out the flame and brought the cup to his lips, face still scrunched up suspiciously. 

Echo was a person of habit, you knew exactly why he was reacting this way but it was too good not to tease him about it. You snickered and he raised his eyebrows.

“I’ll get you your regular, hun. I can tell you don’t like it!”

“No! It is really good…”

“But it isn’t what you wanted. I’ll be right back.”

While you were mixing Echo’s new drink you saw Echo run a hand through his hair. 

“I’m digging my own grave right now, Fives. I just insulted her and I have no idea how I did that. Just bury me now.” Echo clunked his head on the counter.

“Eh, I don’t think she took it as an insult…hey, she’s coming back.”

Echo shot straight back up. 

“I like what you made, but thank you for this. I’m sorry I was rude…”

“Echo.” You broke him off rather sharply. “You weren’t rude. I’ve seen you in here a bunch of times and this is what you get because you like it. If you weren’t in the mood for the other one, I wasn’t going to make you drink it, even if it was good.”

Echo let out a breath.

“Still…”

“No buts or stills. Tell me how you’ve been, love.”

Echo colored a little bit at the nickname and slowly the shyness melted away as his slow, calculated speech started to turn playful and quick, filled with fun and smiles. It did not escape your notice that Fives was being uncharacteristically quiet, signature smirk ever present on his face.  

The nervousness was replaced with a happy glow, and Echo soon started to smile at your special nickname for him. Throughout the night, you bounced between the customers but always came back to him to finish one of the many conversations you’d started. Howzer just smiled. He liked where this was going.

“That’s why I like sunsets…” you concluded. “They say everything is going to be ok. A sort of promise, you know? After a long day, they offer some peace, some serenity. A farewell to the day, even if it was bad, there is still something to be grateful for. I can’t even describe how I feel when I watch one…each is so different! If I miss a sunset, I try to watch the sunrise. It either starts my day out right, or ends my day well.”

“Good luck seeing anything on this polluted planet. I swear it just turns from night to day. Nothing like what I’ve seen on other planets.” Echo scoffed. 

“Coruscant has some of the most lovely sunrises and sunsets, if you know where to look for them.” You placed your hands on your hips, raising your chin challengingly, “You can’t see them most places but believe me, it is worth it—if you know the right spot to sit. I know some secret places that would rival some of your ‘oh so great’ sightings.” 

“If you say so.” 

“Say, I get off at 400 hours. Want to head back around six thirty and we can watch the sunrise together?”

“Or how about I just stay here, you know, to protect you. Fight off all those unrulies for you. Make sure you’re alright. Some sketchy people can sit in a bar late at night.”

“I’ve survived before you came along, Echo.” You smirked but your eyes betrayed their sparkle. “But if you wanted to stick around, I wouldn’t protest. And by unruly, you mean Fives right?”

Echo’s lips pulled up into a smile.

“Of course.”

“Hey! I heard that!”

“Then it’s a date!” You said excitedly.

“A…date? Yes! A date!” Echo looked flustered. You could only snicker, it was so cute. 

The night went quickly and slowly the patrons trickled out of the bar. You said goodnight to Howzer, Fives took his leave, then it was just you and Echo alone in the empty room.

“I have to clean up, then I’ll be ready.”

“I can help.”

“No, Echo, just sit and enjoy yourself…”

“No, I’m helping. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go on our ‘date’.” Scooping up a bunch of glasses and heading for the kitchen, the discussion was ended. You could only shake your head with a touched smile. 

— — — 

You and Echo climbed to one of the highest buildings of the city. The world below buzzed with activity but up here, it was only a distant noise. The lights of the city were glowing softly, like a blazing campfire. 

You took a seat on the platform and patted the spot next to you. 

“You’ll have to admit I’m right.” You said a little winded. “This spot is the best on Coruscant.” 

“Ok, you win with this one. No matter what the sky looks like, this is pretty amazing.”

You smirked a little and looked out towards the east, waiting for the glorious gold you knew was to come. Echo fiddled with his hands a little trying to form his thoughts. Finally, he came up with something. 

“You know, what I wanted to say was that you’re pretty, and kind. Still stands. Would you go out with me?”

You tore your eyes away from the horizon. 

“What?” Had you heard him right?

Echo turned a deep red. “I said, uh, would you go out with me, on a date—a real one where I can treat you special?”

Your confusion turned to pure bliss. “Echo, I couldn’t love anything more.”

You looked into his eyes and noticed they were their own sunset. The amber color threw off golds and rich browns as the reddened sun flashed across them. There was a firmness, a fierceness, enflamed there yet a kindness that ruled them all.

His eyes held all the power of the setting sun and you knew you no longer would have to wait until the end of the day for serenity and peace and certainty. All you’d have to do was look deeply into the eyes of the man before you.

“Say, we come back here and watch the sunset tonight? I’ll pack some food, and maybe some music, if you want to dance that is.”

“Echo! You’re such a romantic!”

“You have no idea.”

In that moment, the sun broke from its cage in the clouds, spilling over the planet, blanketing it in a sheet of gold. Echo gasped, spellbound.

“Ok, you were right. This is…amazing.”

You chuckled but he interrupted you.

“But I’ll just have to one up you by bringing you to Kamino to watch a sunset or sunrise there. They’re rare but nothing can beat a sunset at home.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

You watched every sunset you could together after that. Your relationship grew with every rising sun. When you’d work late, Echo would stop by and watch the sunrise with you. If you had school and worked your other job, he’d join you for the sunset. You continued your routine when Echo was deployed but it wasn’t the same. It was always so much more special with him. Every once and a while, he’d comm you but nothing compared to having him sit in silence next to you while you watched the sky transform before you.

When he was finally home, you’d spend the evenings chatting away. Tonight was different though. An unknown heaviness weighed on your heart. You couldn’t explain it, or put your finger on it. It just sat there, its presence demanding to be known. Echo had been back for nearly two weeks and you soaked up every minute you could together before he was deployed again tomorrow. You’ve been through this so many times. Why was this different?

“Echo, I have a strange feeling about this one. I wish I could tell you not to go, but I know I can’t…just…be careful, ok?”

Echo knew he hadn’t told you much about this mission. It was dangerous and he didn’t want you to worry. But he was an ARC. This is what he was made for. Besides, when he got back from the Citadel mission, he’d have a good story to share with you. But all he could say was:

“I promise.”

You stayed silent after that, snuggling up a little closer to him, as if it would be the last time, and watched the world fall to night.  

— — —

To say you were in a foul mood was an understatement. 

School sucked today, your other boss was being a jerk for no good reason, and you just mourned the first year anniversary of Echo being killed.

If another person tried to make a pass or ask you out, their hand was going to be shattered today. If another kriffer told you to move on because enough time had passed, you were going to kriffing break something, like their face.

You weren’t nearly ready for that.

No one could replace your Echo. 

It had been so long but at the same time, it felt like only yesterday you’d seen Fives walk in, dressed in full uniform before the bar closed, face more serious than you’d ever seen it, and you knew. He didn’t have to say anything, you just knew. And you were grateful for him coming at the end of your shift because you wouldn’t have been able to make it through that day if he’d come sooner. 

You remembered how Fives helped you close up, took you home, and took care of you in the following days. You helped each other heal. You’d always been friends, but you became good friends after that. A knowing smile here, a remembrance there, a slight “he woulda loved this” “I know.” Shared between the two of you.

But then Fives was ripped from you as well. 

Lots of men never came back. It always saddened you, but it never weighed as heavily as it did now after Echo’s demise. Every death stung so much more. 

“Don’t you ever do that to me.” You’d told Howzer. “Or I’ll kill you.”

He’d smile sadly at you and make the promise he knew he didn’t have the power to keep. You knew he couldn’t keep it because life had different ideas in place. You just needed to hear him say it, promise that he’d do anything he could to survive. He came less and less to 79’s due to his new outpost on Ryloth but you kept in contact through holocalls. It became your only reassurance he was alive, as his barstool sat abandoned more and more frequently, only to be taken up by some stranger instead.

Heart and feet heavy, you strolled into work to prep the bar for an evening of “fun”. You had an hour to sulk in before you had to plaster a smile on your face. Clean the counter, set the glasses, cool some of the products, prep the pretzels, then give yourself five minutes to rehearse a convincing laugh.

The minutes went by quickly, and you were lagging. Becoming more exhausted, earlier than normal. You knew why, but that didn’t help. It only made it harder. Bracing your palms in a tight grip on the back counter, stepping back and bending at your middle, you leaned over hoping that would relax you and help the air into your lungs.

You just needed a few minutes, then you’d look like you were ok, even though you weren’t.

You heard a throat clear behind you, and you could tell whatever the man had to say was going to be a jest or a horrible flirt. To be frank, you weren’t in the mood. You opened your mouth to say so in the most (un)kind way you could think of so the kriffer would back off and leave you alone (plus you weren’t even open yet, what the heck) when you heard:

“Uh, hi, yes, we’re thirsty, water please? Water good.” The man had to stop and compose his voice before continuing. Laughs and emotion hidden under the surface. “You’re pretty. Good. You’re good at this, and kind. Thank you for asking. But what I wanted to say was that you’re pretty, and kind. Still stands. Would you go out with me?”

You froze. Not daring to move. 

“Hm, I remember the service being better here before I died. Perhaps my memory is wrong. Thought she’d at least glare at me for how bad that was. Rude really.”

You gasped and gripped the shelf behind you until your knuckles lost feeling, not daring to look back. You could feel your lungs protest, claiming an unusual rhythm on its own, body shaking, eyes stinging. 

It couldn’t be.

“Echo?” 

It was barely a whisper but the voice heard you, and responded with a chuckle. 

“How could you tell, was it the corny compliment?”

The voice was closer; it was no longer behind the bar but directly behind you. You could feel his breath tickle your ear and push your hairs to your cheek. 

“I-is this real?”

You couldn’t look up. If you did, he’d surely vanish. After all, that’s how dreams worked. If you didn’t look up, the longer he’d stay.

Instead of an answer, you felt an arm snake around your waist, your back flushing against his chest. Instinctively, you closed your eyes and grabbed the arm wrapped around you. You couldn’t look, if you did, you’d wake up. This brief moment of happiness would be over. 

“I hope so. Because if this isn’t, I’m not leaving this dream.”

“...that sounds like something someone would say in a dream…”

The phantom of Echo, with very real arms, huffed.

“Or perhaps it is something half romantic, half stupid, only Echo could come up with.”

“Now I like that a lot better.” His voice sounded so jocular. 

“Echo…?” 

“Hm?”

His face was in your hair now. You could feel him nuzzling his way to the crook of your neck so he could rest his chin there.

“You were dead. You…” 

All strength left your body as the shock wore off. Tears fell unchecked and unstoppable. Your legs gave beneath you. If it wasn’t for Echo holding you, you would have fallen. Echo held tight but guided you to the floor so you could rest. He didn’t move from behind you yet, but waited for you to turn around when you were ready.

Sobs wrecked your body, so Echo decided to sway you back and forth in hopes it would comfort you. Assuring words easily came. When none seemed to be working he tried something else.

“Death cannot stop true love; it can only delay it for a little while.”

Your gasp turned into a snort and airy laugh, his words having the desired effect at last.

“We’ve watched too many old holofilms together. They give you the worst ideas. You really had to say that, didn’t you.”

You could feel him grin against your cheek. 

“That was pretty good, you have to admit. I planned that one out for a while. Never thought I’d be able to use it, then I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” 

“Oh, did you now?”

You finally shifted in a half circle to look at him directly. What you saw was not what you were expecting. One hand was gone, replaced by a metal scomp, his head where his goofy hair used to be, had ports, and his cheeks were hollow, face pale. A look of all the suffering he endured plastered on his face.

But those eyes…they were the same. You would know them anywhere.

 You reached your hand up to stroke his cheek.

“I know I look different…” a shadow of doubt clouded his face. He looked away trying to find words. Your hand gently guided his gaze back to you. 

“Echo I couldn’t care less what you look like…You’re here. You’re back…”

Another wave of emotion crashed against you. Heaving, you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m just so glad you’re back. I missed you so much.”

“Cyar’ika, we’ve….got a lot to talk about. Can we talk after work tonight?”

“Echo, you’ve been dead for a year. We can talk right now.”

You glanced at the clock. “I’ll get Ted to cover my shift, we’ll still have time to catch the sunset.”

— — —

You jostled the crate in your arms. It was heavy, but you were used to hard work. 

You heaved and pulled it closer to you, grunting under its weight. Sure you were used to it, but this kind of work also used to be more pleasant.

This bar wasn’t as good as the one you were used to, but it was a job, you got paid, and it was away from all the ‘noise’ in the galaxy. You knew it wouldn’t last forever but for right now, it was what you needed.

After the Empire rose and the Jedi Order fell, you fled Coruscant and ended up here of all places.

By here, you meant the backwater, sketchy, seedy, good for nothing planet of Ord Mantell in a bar owned by someone of similar repute. She went by the name ‘Cid’ but some part of you doubted that was her real name. You couldn’t help but to be suspicious. You trusted less than no one here.

Nevertheless, she hired you and didn’t ask questions (too many questions); just how you wanted it. 

You’d lost Echo one more time…Your heart was so sore but numb by now; After what you’d seen what had happened to the clones, how they all weirdly changed from robust to robotic, you never reached out. Echo never reached out either…from what you knew. You changed your comm channel a long time ago. If he’d suddenly decided after a month of nothing to contact you, you wouldn’t know it. 

Your arms started to ache. Cid had you running all sorts of errands that weren’t technically your job, which made you salty, but you couldn’t afford to lose this job. Money was a rare thing in the galaxy and earning it honestly, was even rarer. 

A sigh escaped your mouth—you couldn’t decide which was more rare, money or love. You’d gained a beautiful man who loved you, only to lose him. He came back, only to disappear again without a trace. Was he dead? Did he just forget about you? What had happened? You didn’t get it.

Maybe we just weren’t meant to be. Perhaps our sunrise was supposed to melt into something else. Maybe our relationship has had its final sunset.

Thinking like that wasn’t going to help anyone. Shaking your head, you tried to rid yourself of the thoughts, but they’d always haunt the back of your mind and you knew it. You had other things to worry about so you tried to focus on that. 

Cid’s ‘special team’ was going to be in today. Apparently they’d run a few high risk jobs with very successful outcomes—a very rare feat for some of the rumors you heard about the jobs. It was unfair you hadn’t met them yet. It honestly felt like Cid was keeping you from them on purpose and you didn’t like it. It wouldn’t be in your interests naturally. If she didn’t want you to know them, you’d better introduce yourself soon, you thought.

The door slid open quietly. Cid’s gravelly voice already talking at a loud volume.

“My bartender is out. Should be back with the stuff you boys want soon. Why don’t you wait in my office while I’ll settle stuff with her before we discuss your next job.”

Yeah, yeah, whatever Cid, I’m moving. I’m moving.

You weren’t supposed to be back for another half hour…you’d gotten back early. Perhaps this was a good time to make an entrance, bother the cranky old lady by not only showing her your efficiency (not that that would do anything) but you’d drop in on the team. The look on her face would be worth it.  

But when you stepped fully inside, your body locked up. Your fingers turned cold and became rigid, but in their rigidity, they lost all their strength.

The box crashed on the floor with a bang, undoubtedly cracking the crate. You heard the bottles clank, probably broke a few. Your feet started to get wet, so that was a good guess. 

But you couldn’t look down. Your eyes were locked on the scene in front of you.

Four men and a little girl were crowded around your counter, now all turned to look where the noise came from. A familiar set of amber eyes rested on you, first with surprise and shock, then excitement and love.

“E-Echo? I-is that you?”

Your throat tightened and tears sprung to your eyes without permission, breathing becoming irregular, air demanding to be let in in heaves.

The clone in question broke from his brothers and made his way to where you stood, cautious but quickly. 

“Echo!” You cried again, breaking out of your stupor and running towards him. “Echo! You’re ok? You’re alive? Echo…”

Echo scooped you up in his arms and held you tightly.

“Oh cyar’ika…I was so worried about you.” He cradled you against him, stroking your hair and rubbing soothing circles on your back to abate your sobbing, “I tried to call you but there was never an answer. I was so worried. I couldn’t at first because it was too risky. It made me sick but I had to protect you. Not hearing from you…I thought something bad happened…”

When your cries finally overpowered his own worries, he tried to calm you by abating those. “I’m here; I’m fine. I’ve got a sister now, I’d like you to meet her. She’s great and she’ll love you. I’m ok, I’m really here…It’s over now…I’m never leaving you again.”

You had to laugh. Of all the places, this is where you’d meet him?

“So your Cid’s special team?”

He chuckled. “So your her amazing bartender who always disappears when we show up? All this time you’ve fetched us things and I didn’t even know it was you…”

Your mind ran through all the errands Cid had you do at the request of her ‘special team’ getting parts or food and whatnot.

“Still looking out for me, even if you didn’t know it.” 

You bit your lip. Did Cid intentionally keep you apart? Anger started to course through you, but you’d never said anything to her about Echo. Had Echo said something to her?

Echo watched the different emotions cross your face. He knew you must have questions and there would be time for answers later. Now he only wanted one thing. 

He leaned down, lips grazing yours as he whispered:

“Would you like to watch the sunset? It's been so long…”

You prayed there’d be more sunsets between you. You hoped beyond hope that this sunrise wouldn’t end. That you could sit together side by side and watch the days melt away together and weave a glorious glow of memory. The only sunset you needed was right before you, in Echo’s eyes.

[bisluthq]

I guess I care enough to stop eating red meat completely, eat completely vegetarian once a week, switch to bamboo toothbrushes and menstrual cups, walk to uni instead of taking the car, recycle, buy local etc but not enough to stop streaming and giving money to a white capitalist millionaire //

Ok but in all honesty why should any of us bother trying to eat "green" and recycling and shit if it's not actually going to fix anything?💀 You can do all of that stuff for a whole week and then whatever little help it did is immediately destroyed by one of Kylie Jenner's 3-minute flights on her jet. There's no point bc nothing we do is gonna fix global warming, that's up to the big corporations and the millionaires and China and Russia's governments. So why even do all of those sacrifices? You're not really gonna save anyone, ppl will still die in floods and shit, and you will miss out on eating hamburgers

Well I mean far be it from me to be a Pollyanna like have you met me but I do think as consumers we can effect change which would impact corporations. Like if we don’t buy from shitty places and support local that actually is making a difference if enough people do it. We can’t *all* be entirely apathetic whether it’s about climate or any other aspect of social or environmental justice because then everything will just be fucked forever.

And look it might be but like we can at least try a little bit.

That said, like personally I do eat meat and I don’t use a menstrual cup like they freak me out and I’ve bought fast fashion before and although I try to much less like I buy tights regularly and those break quickly and are essentially disposable so that’s not nice of me. Because I like… don’t want to. And that’s not the ethical decision and I’m aware that it’s not but like I’m also not gonna defend myself or whatever and like yes what I do with chucking pantihose out is less bad than Taylor’s two jets and Taylor’s jets are less bad than the actions of Exxon 🤷🏻‍♀️

[seraphinitegames]

The Wayhaven Chronicles—Update 14/Oct/2022

So I got back from my break this week, and I had a wonderful time seeing my friend! We talked about Wayhaven A LOT, so I had to be super careful not to let spoilers slip, hehe! :D

But I was seriously craving writing by the time I got back on Wednesday! 

Had to jump back in with social media days first though, which was a good way of getting myself back into the groove. Writing the Patreon Spooky Specials helped curb some of my built up writing needs, lol!

Also had a massive meeting with Nai this week to talk out where things are at and where we need to be headed now that we're so close. She has some awesome fun marketing things planned coming up that I am so excited for her to share, and I got to really plan out how I want the final push of writing to go.

Fitting in everything else was the difficult part, what with editing, getting stuff to SpunkyCat, chapters to the sensitivity readers, starting to look at how beta-testing is gonna go (hoping to get some professional beta testers in this time around as well!), playtesting, playtesting some more...then playtesting again, lol!

But it was good to list everything out and just see where we're at.

Mostly I will just be focusing on getting the last chapters out. I was ahead of myself for Chapter 19 before my break, so I'm hoping I can blast through the last section of that tomorrow and next week. 

While I was on break, I did think over something in Chapter 19 I want to change though. It fit so perfectly into the scene at the time, but it’s a big revelation that is actually a major part of the Book 4 opening, so I'm definitely going to have to leave it out, or it will lessen the impact of the revelation in Book 4!

I already know what I want to replace it with in that scene though, so I'm excited to write that! :D

I had a couple of asks about the dates for Patreon Scenarios (which I know I usually do at the beginning of the month), so here they are:

'On a Moonlit Night...' (Felix/Farah Spooky Special) - October 6th

Having been ordered to set up camp and keep watch for the night, F and the MC find themselves a little distracted…right up until the point a shadowy figure decides to make a spooky appearance outside of their tent.

And as the MC says, 'You know, I’m pretty sure this is how most horror movies start.'

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'Skeletons in the Closet...' (Nate/Nat Spooky Special) - October 13th

An unexpected encounter with a shapeshifter leaves the MC with even more unanswered questions about Nate/Nat's past...

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'Through Fog and Smoke...' (Mason/Morgan Spooky Special) - October 20th

When something, or someone, is trying to weave the past to their liking, Mason/Morgan takes major offense to it...especially when it might mess with their precious memories of the MC.

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'That was a little Corny...' (Adam/Ava Spooky Special) - October 27th

As if a corn maze on Halloween night wasn't scary enough, there's some Rogue supernatural hiding out amongst the bales preying on unsuspecting victims. But what better excuse for Adam/Ava to request the MC's time than with another mission...?

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I hope you all have an amazing weekend! We’ll be offline as usual, so I’ll update you all again next week! <3

[alotofpockets]

Peekaboo | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You're patrolling your old neighborhood with your girlfriend Natasha. Splitting up when you walk into an old friend. Once you're back at her side your eyes meet the most adorable sight ever, Natasha playing peekaboo with kids.

Word count: 1545

A/n: I got the idea for this fic after watching this adorable tiktok:  https://vm.tiktok.com/ZML2Andq2/

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Within a couple of weeks multiple houses in the same neighborhood got robbed. The police said they were coincidental and decided on not investigating further. But it didn’t sit right with you, especially because it was the neighborhood you had spent a lot of your childhood in. So, you stepped to the team to see if there was anyone willing to help.

Most of the team agreed to help you. Together you set up a plan to patrol the neighborhood for a couple weeks. In groups of two you would patrol, a morning, day, and night shift. You were grateful for their help in making the residents feel safe in their own homes.

For today’s day shift you and Natasha patrolled the streets. It was a nice way to spend some time with your girlfriend, while also helping the local people. You were both in full attire walking down the streets, changing up the route you took each round.

With your usually quite busy schedules you weren’t able go on dates that often. Not that patrolling your old neighborhood was a date, but I was time spend together where you weren’t in high-risk situations keeping you from conversation.

You told her about your childhood. A topic neither one of you discussed often. This neighborhood was the place you had spent the longest amount of time, as a kid you had moved from home to home, never staying anywhere long. The family they put you with here felt like it was going to last forever, up until one day the social workers came and took you away once again. Still, some of your favorite memories were spend in these streets. You were telling Nat all about them when a voice from behind you caught your attention, you turned around when you heard the voice say, “Y/n?”

Realisation hits, “Jules?” When the woman nods a smile appears on your face. “Hey, Nat I’ll be right back. This is the girl I was just telling you about. I’ll catch up with you in a bit.” You kiss her cheek when she tells you to take your time.

You walk over to Jules, “Wow, it has been a long time. Do you still live here?” You ask as you are just a couple steps away from her. “It sure has, it’s good to see you again though. You know like besides on the news and stuff.” She smiles like she cannot believe that her childhood best friend became an Avenger and was now standing in front of her again. “I moved out, but my parents still live here. I try to visit as often as possible. My mom mentioned that the Avengers were keeping an eye out on the neighborhood, but I didn’t expect to actually run into you.”

Jules and you share a short conversation since you are still at work and have to get back soon. So, mostly you talked about the night the social workers took you away, the reason you weren’t able to say goodbye to her. You decide to exchange numbers so you can meet up to catch up on each other’s lives some more.

When she hands you her phone to put in your contact you saw a picture of her with a little kid, “Is she yours?” Her face lights up, “Yes, that’s my little girl, y/n. I named her after the best friend I ever had.” You felt the tears fill up your eyes. “Oh Jules.” You say quickly wiping away the tear that escaped, “I hope I’ll get to meet her one day and I want you to know you meant a lot to me too. I’m so happy to run into you here. I was just telling Natasha about some of my best memories here with you. I can’t wait to have you back in my life again.”

Jules pulls you in for a hug, when you part she says, “Talking about Natasha, I can’t wait to hear the story of how you met ­the Black Widow, and you know how you got together.” You smile, “So people do know we’re together.” You chuckle, “Well, you did just kiss her, but yes I knew. We might have spent a long-time apart y/n, but I can still read those eyes like a book.”

You and Natasha never hid your relationship from the public, but you just also never publicly announced that you were in a relationship. You went on dates in public locations and everything, that the public seemed to think you were just best friends hanging out was on them, you just never felt the urge to publicly announce what the two of you had together. You had both agreed to just be and do whatever you wanted, and they could believe what they wanted. It was nice hearing that Jules could see from just your eyes that the two of you were a couple.

When you said your goodbyes with the promise to meet up soon, you turned around and jogged away to catch up to Natasha. The sight when you rounded the corner melted your heart. Nat was crouched down on the floor in front of a family’s front yard. She was playing peekaboo with the little children that were playing there. The parents were smiling while taking pictures and videos as one of the Avengers took time out of her day to entertain their kids.

The kids were giggling, but when they saw you walk up next to Natasha their jaws dropped. “Mommy, another superhero!” One of the kids squealed. You smiled and waved at them, “Hi kids!”

“Hey baby” You whisper when Nat got up. She smiles and greets you back and turns to the kids again, “We’ve got to go back to work, but it was very nice meeting you all, and remember to eat your veggies to grow strong, just like me.” She flexed her muscles a bit while saying it. You shook your head, you loved this woman with your whole heart. You both wave bye to the kids before you go on your way again.

You started walking through the streets again. “How was seeing Jules again, my love?” You tell her how amazing it was and that you’ll be meeting up with her soon to catch up some more. “It was like continued right where we left off. Like not as kids, but it felt like we were still us, you know?” Natasha nods in understanding. “Oh, and she named her little girl after me, that’s so crazy right!”

“Wow, that’s so cool! It seems like you made just as big of an impact on her life as she did on yours. I’m glad you found her again.” She says giving your hand a quick squeeze.

You continued patrolling the street for another hour, where Natasha shared memories from her time with her family in Ohio. How her time with Melina, Alexei and Yelena was truly the only time growing up she considered family time. You had met her family many times now, and even got to see some pictures of her at that age. “I had blue hair at some point.” She shared. “What? How have I never seen a picture of that. I bet you looked so cute! I’m going to have to call Melina to send me a picture.” You say nudging her shoulder.

“No need.” She smiles and pulls out her phone. Removing her case to reveal a torn photobooth picture of her and Yelena as kids. “I was right, you look so cute. Adorable even.” Nat smiles as she puts the picture back. At the same time her phone dings.

Bucky: We’ve got it from here, go take your girl on a date.

Attached is a picture of him and Sam doing some weird pose. “Bucky just texted, he said him and Sam are here for the next shift. So, we can go home.” Nat smiled putting her phone away. “Since we have the rest of the night off, would you maybe like to go out for dinner with me?” You take her hand and smile, “Yes, I would very much love to go on a date with you.”

Back at the compound you both take a shower and get ready. When Natasha knocks on your door wearing the leather jacket you loved on her so much, your stomach filled with butterflies. “You look amazing.” You say taking her held out hand. She pulls you in for a soft kiss, “You look beautiful, y/n.”

Natasha drives you to a small local restaurant, you take a table outside and order your drinks and meals. You’re enjoying each other’s company when your mind goes back to earlier when Nat was playing peekaboo with the kids. Natasha notices a smile appearing on your face, “What’s up?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about earlier when you were playing peekaboo with the kids. You’re going to be a great mom someday.” Nat smiles and reaches for your hand over the table, squeezing it once she takes hold of yours. “Thank you, Detka. You’re going to be a great mom too, our kids will be so loved.” Butterflies fill your stomach once again. With a smile you answer, “Yes they will.”

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Natasha taglist: @strangegardentaco

[thebearer]

Carmy feels like the type to yell at you for talking to much while you work like multiple times all at once because the man is a ball of stress and is always 2 seconds from popping his top and then realize what he did way later like days later when he notices he hasn’t heard you talking with Tina or ebra or Fak like normal because he is so used to hearing your voice and it weirdly makes him calmer in the kitchen

and Sydney has to just

“Dude you yelled at her to stop talking, she tried to apologize and you told her to keep it shut while in your kitchen.”

Fully makes it so it’s you and him closing so he can apologize. And like maybe it’s when you both discover how into each other you are, maybe it leads to a sweet make out turned slight hand stuff above the pants where you realize the feel of Cadmus hands on your throat is real nice. because if there is one thing we know, it’s Carmy is alway, and forever a Dom.

I picture in my little brain (bc I am not a cook at all lmaoo) that reader helps out with the bear sorta like nat, maybe running it's socials or just helping keep things in order on the side like ordering stuff and paying bills on time- things to help carmen out. so you're in the kitchen trying to get him to listen to you and make a decision on something you'd asked him to answer already.

"carmen, I need to know so I can place the order-"

"enough!" carmen yells, hands slapping on the counter in front of him silencing you, richie, sydney, and sugar. "everyone stop! stop fucking talking for five fucking seconds!"

the others realize he's at his breaking point, walking away to give him a second to cool off before they're screamed at. you, however, either don't care or don't think he will.

"carmen," you huff, hands on your hips, glaring at him pointedly. "I'm serious, i need to know so I can-"

"-step out." it's a low growl, breathy exhale that leaves tina's eyes cutting towards him.

"excuse me?" you snap, glaring at him.

"step out! right now, get out!" carmen roars, eyes bulging when they look at you.

you falter for a moment, a little startled, turning at the harshness of his voice and scampering to the office, door slamming behind you.

carmen knows he fucked up, and if he didn't know- richie certainly let him know lol.

he finds you in the office, glaring at him, arms crossed over your chest when he walks in. "baby, I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't have... shouldn't've screamed at you like that."

you're pouty but not mad??? which is weird to carmen, until you're sprawled out on his desk, him between your legs while he makes it up to you. that's when dom!carmen is sorta born or at least when he realizes that you like when he's a little mean with you.

"but don't you ever scream at me in front of people like that again, do you understand me?"

"heard."

[jackiequick]

What If The Daggers Were YouTubers 🎥 Headcanons

- Ok I had a small idea for a mini YouTuber Au for The Dagger Squad and here’s what I got!

Rooster - Day in a life of Rooster 🐓

This dude is a daily vlogger and does variety content. He also blogs a lot on his website (aka his Tumblr page). Rooster does a lot of rants and stuff on the things that he likes/doesn’t like, discussing topics of his feelings about growing up and tells stories about his life. Sometimes his videos are up to an 1 hour long of his chatting while doing chores or sitting down eating as he chats with his friends.

Vlogs on his life from the very morning to the end of his night, with music and simple creative transitions. His vlogs usually consistently shows his morning routine with his dog Lucas, him picking out his clothes for the day and running around town doing errands. Bradley tends to fixing stuff around his own little apartment complex and heading over to help build the new simple house, he want move into soon with his roommate, Hangman.

Bradley moves to play music a lot and always finds a way to include the music in his daily life, always finding new songs to add to his playlist. In which he would post his new favorite song or playlist on his social media like Twitter or Instagram. Speaking of music, Bradley has weekly specials videos of him playing his pianos and or guitar (sometimes livestream his sessions)

He is also doing a few challenge videos with the Daggers and plenty of collaborations with the gang. Since Bradley was a child he always loved the camera, especially since his father Nick and uncle Mav loved recording everything they did, so in result it lead to Rooster’s love for filming stuff and making mini movies in his backyard with his mama Carole. Now he likes to film YouTube videos with his uncle Maverick (who has his own YouTube channel as well) as they collaborated on ideas and entertaining jokes about their past.

Phoenix - Nix&Bob ❤️🧡

She has a shared YouTube channel with her man guy, Bob, but also has her separate channel for herself

Get ready with me videos, challenge games, rants and recommendations (She films and spreads the word on social media)

They both share the work load!

When she’s recording for the shared channel, the corner of the screen will always be titled Phoenix Cam

On her personal channels, Natasha is showing hacks, tips and tricks for things. As well as makeup, hairstyle and outfit videos! She is the most Stylish Dagger, having challenges where she dresses up her friends and family for a week too. It’s always a fun one to watch!

She is always on the go so you never know where you might see Natasha next. However on certain occasions, Nat will instead have a completely different types of videos set aside where she discuss the struggles and time where she felt not the most comfortable or not confident in her own skin, what it’s like being a woman and what’s going on inside her head. On a level she’s connecting with herself and her community she built!

Bob - Nix&Bob ❤️🧡

He has a shared YouTube channel with his girl, Phoenix, but also has he separate channel for himself

Get ready with me videos, challenge games, rants and recommendations (He edits videos and analyze comments)

They both share the work load!

When he’s recording for the shared channel, the corner of the screen will always be titled Bob Cam

On his personal channel, he tends to show editing tutorials, playing the guitar and building videos. Also as well traveling around the city! Sometimes Bob is driving to do errands while having his camera on site as he just chats with his camera like he’s talking with friends, building a connection with his community.

On occasions, just like Rooster he will just pull out his camera and just talk to it like he’s always to an actual human being and let out his thoughts and emotions on certain topics that’s been racking his brain with lately.

Hangman - Just Hanging Around 🎡

He’s all about a good time on his channel! Entertaining his audience with darling complements to his viewers, cracking a few jokes and taking them adventures with him.

Story time with Hangman, life advice and work out videos are tend to be shown a lot. How to stay fit and feel comfortable in your skin, having fun and eating as much delicious food as you can. Especially with his huge sweet tooth!

Jake tends to do simple vlogs and collaborating with his friends when he can. He loves to do morning and night routines videos, talking with his audience a lot. Building a community online, it keeps his motivated to keep doing videos as he response to comments.

He adores attending all the things he’s invited to and often jokes how he’s single and always ready to mingle ;) cause he is single! Jake sometimes jokes to the camera, “I’m gonna die alone!” While his roommate, Rooster laughs and rolls his eyes at him.

However, he did make a video on why he is single before, his past relationships and the type of lifestyle he wants to live. He said how he’s not looking for a lovely partner at the moment. But if the right person does come his way, he’ll be more than happy! But at the moment he’s perfectly happy with his life.

Coyote - Your Friendly Neighborhood Baker 🍰

Javy is a cook a heart and decided to make a channel on that! Baking all his favorite treats, delicious meals to eat anytime of day, baking cakes, different types of snacks and such.

Since Javy considers himself a huge nerdy fan of many things, he tends to make cakes and delicious treats based on the things he loved. For example he once made a cake stylized after his favorite sports team and another time, he made Star Wars cupcakes for his nephew birthday as well! Everyone loves he makes types of desserts.

He always has a sweet smile on his face and a warm glow as he bakes in his comfy clothes. Yes, he can get criticize for his style of baking and the types of videos he likes to make but Coyote tries not to let those comments get to him. Or he will discuss his own feeling on those issues with friends and family.

If he’s not baking he’s out recording himself hanging out with his friends. Playing football, collaborating with Hangman and teasing Nix&Bob on their channel sometimes.

Coyote always tends to do some daily vlogs and teaching his audience on things he likes do, sometimes he’s even playing guitar. Which result in him offer being seen in Rooster’s videos.

Payback - Take It One Step At Time 🐢

He has a shared YouTube channel with his homeboy, Fanboy, but also has he separate channel for himself

Payback is a simple guy. He loves doing daily vlogs with simple tips and tricks on how improve small things around the house. Like your own little handyman.

He also does a lot of sit down videos. In which where he discussed things and experiences that he has, because he knows everyone is always going though the same thing and it always helps to feel heard and or understood on a certain level.

Ruben says to his audience to always enjoy the little things in life and try to romanticize the simple stuff. Even if it’s just cleaning your house, cooking a meal, going to a appointment and or just getting ready for the next day, try to make it fun/easier with things like adding music or dress up in a way that makes you feel good!

Ruben always tries to make sure his community, friends and family are comfortable with his content. He sometimes will get feedback from his friends and teammates on his video before or after he uploads them. Sometimes it’s good feedback and sometimes it’s just some feedback to improve for next time.

Fanboy - Nerdiest Place On Earth 🎞

“Welcome to one of the nerdiest place of earth!” Fanboy will always say as a greeting to his audience once the camera is on him with a cheerful grin as he will introduce himself.

Yes, Mickey has a shared YouTube channel with his homeboy, Payback, where they both share the workload and have fun but he has his very own YouTube channel.

On his channel, he talks about everything pop culture related. He discusses Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Star Trek, Supernatural, Disney, Pixar, Illumination and the list goes on. He loves the community surrounding theses fandoms!

Fanboy’s channel is full of fan theories, rants about stuff he likes and doesn’t like, ranking his favorite or least favorite characters and or movies and etc. He also reactions to trailers, movies and shows while he tends to do collaborating with other YouTubers.

Mickey tends to go to Comic Con and other fan Convention. He loves to bring his audience along if he’s going to the movie theater to watch a film for the first time and will do his review in his car with his friends. He drags Bob, Phoenix, and Payback with him a lot to the theater, especially of its a weekend where they’re all hanging out and trying to collaborate together for content ideas!

What did you think about it? Who was your favorite YouTuber from the Dagger Squad and thoughts you’ll like to add! Remember to like, share and comment.

Tags: @rooster-84 @t-nd-rfoot @topgun-imagines @hangmanbrainrot @mandylove1000 @levijeanqueen @fanboygarcia @gaminggirlsstuff @sherlkore @drspencereidhotch and etc

[scriptlgbt]

Hi! Recently, I decided to make one of my characters a trans woman? I always hear about how cis people shouldn’t write “stories ABOUT being trans” and whatnot due to not really getting the experience of it, but what if you’re a transmasc who’s writing a transfem? Is there still a point you’re not allowed to write beyond, since the experience isn’t exactly your own despite the overlap, or can you go all out since the base experiences are still there?

I consulted my partner on this who is a trans woman. (I am trans, but TME.)

While we are Community(TM), there are a lot of things that just don't translate 1:1 with our experiences. Transmisogyny affected/targeted people experience different rates of violence and experience that violence in slightly different contexts to us.

She suggested that it really depends on how in-depth you're planning to go. She said if you're just meeting the vagueries of the experience, it might be okay, but a deep dive probably wouldn't be, because you'd have a lot more room for error.

I feel like this question is really vague in that what writing "about" being some way even means. Like what are you including? What is the purpose and intended audience? Are you incorporating inspiration from real people you know and your community? Are you making a character based purely on what you understand about the experience, but aren't close enough to any TMA people you could ask? Are you trying to use the character to explain to cis people what being a trans woman is like, like some kind of lesson? Where are you getting the information on said lesson? Is this just a character living life? Are you going into oppression, medical stuff, community and culture? (If you talk about oppression, to what level have you done the work on learning what transmisogyny is, and reckoning with the way that all other identities being the same, we do have privileges over trans women, and that it's transmisogynist and a misinterpretation of socialization theories to claim anyone is "socialized male"?) What is your view of trans women, as individuals and as part of our community? What is your actual plot and how does the character's identity as a trans woman come into it? What is the actual load of what you're taking on here, and are you willing to take responsibility and do the work for every aspect of it?

I think there's a lot of aspects to this that exist on a huge spectrum and your mileage may vary significantly with this. The tried and true advice of 'when in doubt, consult a sensitivity reader' rings true here.

She has said it comes down to whether you can write it credibly, rather than necessarily realistically. And that comes down to sensitivity readers. Being able to write about it convincingly will depend on how much help you get and how in depth you go really.

mod nat (& mod nat's partner)

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Whenever the mood strikes you, I’d love to hear your thoughts on Bucky doing HOLIDAY STUFFING. I’m talking:

Eating whole pumpkin pie, slice by slice and covered in wayyyy too much whipped cream.

Indulging on a Thanksgiving feast, and then indulging yet again the next day on the leftovers

Scarfing down all the cookies meant for Santa, because he’s just that greedy

(Or, if you prefer to write Bucky as Jewish, latkes drowned in sour cream that makes his stomach gurgly and covers his face in greasy frying oil, ALSO LOTS OF CHOCOLATE GELT)

Getting sloshy, full, and burpy with alcohol on New Years

I prefer sambucky, but please go off from any of these in any direction or ship, it’d make me soooo happy

🤤

Thanksgiving is quickly approaching and that is making this feel particularly appropriate!

So, a Thanksgiving themed fic is it...

I mean, as much fun as a Christmas or Hanukkah stuffing would be, Thanksgiving is the Peak Feederism holiday (even if we fucking hate the roots of it because, yeah, we hate the slaughter and continued erasure/silencing of indigenous peoples. Acknowledging the suffering and continuing to learn and support those people is important! Especially as we celebrate) soooo-

Here we go!

Unbeta'd SamBucky belly kink. Warnings for belly kink obviously, stuffing, dirty talk, etc.

I feel like Sam and Bucky would go all out during this season!

Sam specifically strikes me as somebody who'd revel in hosting - providing food and games and housing and entertainment - especially if there are children around. Uncle Sam is literally the best. He loves kids and is very cute with them (as much as Bucky doesn't want to admit, the grump).

Bucky, on the other hand, doesn't love the holidays. Get-togethers can be stressful and loud and sometimes even scary. He's the most social he's been since deprogramming, but it can still be a struggle. He gets through it with rich flavors, though. It's super hard to complain when you're shoveling food into your mouth haha. And it's especially hard to complain when it's Sam's cooking-

His man's cooking is Good.

(Also, Sam would make jokes all November that why stuff a turkey when he can stuff Bucky? And in return, Bucky would 100% joke that Sam should be afraid considering that birds are the main course around this time of year and he should be especially afraid considering that he has a partner that's been known to get hangry so if he's not careful, he might actually end up as the main part of the meal...)

But, anyway-

When this year they decide it'll just be Sam and Bucky with no family, no trip down to Louisiana... that's when things really start to get interesting.

Kinky interesting.

Shit, Bucky is already packing on the pounds during fall as it turns into winter, bulking up for the cold weather, so shouldn't Sam make it worse by making him taste every dish as Sam "prepares" by "testing" some of the recipes they'll have for their TWO Thanksgiving dinners this year? One that's all to themselves. Private 😏 And a second one that's for them and their friends. Well, just Nat, Steve, and Clint because they've not got anywhere else to go. So they'll be coming to hang out for dinner and dessert.

About Sam "testing" new recipes though-

Literally the DAY after Halloween (meaning the day after Bucky nearly ate himself sick with candy, sitting on their couch in a too-well-filled-out bright orange sweater with a jack-o-lantern face on the tummy (it was a "maternity sweater" that Sam got way too much of a kick out of purchasing for him)), Sam started making festive foods and feeding them to Bucky. Physically feeding him or just encouraging him verbally. Feeding him all different types of pie, multiple iterations of stuffing, turkey, duck, rich casseroles, handmade dinner rolls, several types of cookies then brownies, potatoes prepared seemingly a million different ways, etc.

It's so much food every day.

It's so much food every day that Bucky goes to bed every night packed tight. Full like a beach ball given one, two, three, or four too many pumps of air. Straining. Sam jokes they need to start taking photos like he's pregnant, that way Bucky can see how much progress he's making (and so they can see those pretty stretch marks grow and redden and move 🫠)... Bucky grumbles about it. Complaining that he'd have to stand up to do that. And he can't. Can't do anything but complain. At least Sam's hands are as talented at giving belly rubs as they are at cooking. So, okay, fine, Bucky can put up with him 🙄😉

All of that is to say, Bucky's really putting on winter weight by the time they actually make it to Thanksgiving week. (That's right Thanksgiving WEEK. Sam goes in Hard.) Bucky'll never need a second jacket during winter at this rate! He's very well insulated with blubber and always sweating because of the warm, heavy food shoved into that big tank attached to his front.

It's a good thing that it's Thanksgiving week anyway because Bucky swears with all this consistent stuffing his stomach has been stretched out. Stretched so he needs more food than he did before, which is saying something. His normal level of overwhelming calories just isn't enough these days; he needs Sam cooking too. He needs to be constantly on the edge of crashing into an epic food coma. He needs stuffing. He needs indulgence. He needs pure gluttony.

He needs so much food that even though the whole week leading up to the actual Thursday of Thanksgiving he's stuffed for every meal, every day, and spoiled with snacks and dessert too, on Thursday he wakes up with his stomach still full from the night before yet, he's hungry.

Or, fuck, not even hungry-

He's starved. So much so that he has to have his first dinner (with multiple servings of everything) before their guests even arrive. Because, yeah, of course, Thanksgiving is about glutting yourself but Bucky and Sam's friends aren't ready to see just how much Bucky can fit in his swollen tank...

So, for now, they placate Bucky beforehand including his pre-dinner dinner but also... earlier in the day, Bucky, on Thanksgiving, has a massive breakfast. Then, he has a mid-morning "snack" (re: a decent meal for anyone who's not a massive glutton). And he has this lavish, complete lunch like normal. Also like normal, Bucky sneaks tastes of everything Sam is making for dinner. Plus, he grabs snacks from the pantry when he tires of playfully being smacked on the hand because Sam's trying to shoo him away. And then - THEN - Bucky has his first dinner. He has seconds of his first dinner. Next, in a few hours when their friends have been ushered in, hugged, chit-chat has been engaged in, and the table has been set...

Bucky has Thanksgiving dinner with their friends.

And, of course, Thanksgiving dinner with their friends includes dessert.

By dessert, Bucky is beginning to lose the fight against stifling moans and burps, and panting breaths. He's too full to hide how full he is. He can't breathe. He feels like he's beginning to pour sweat. There is so much heavy, rich food inside him it's like his stomach is packed completely full, so now, the food has just begun to pile up in his esophagus, running out of room.

But...

Sam doesn't think he's done yet.

When all their friends leave, slipping out of their door to go and crash at their own places...

Sam slowly, slowly guides Bucky over to the couch, barely able to contain his glee at how Bucky waddles, hands supporting his heavy, heavy belly. And Sam bites the inside of his cheek to not smile as he "innocently" asks where Bucky got a yoga ball and when he had time to stuff it up under his shirt. Bucky whines in response to the joke. He feels like a yoga ball.

Plopping heavily down onto the couch, shit, it feels like his belly rounds out all the way to his knees. He's huge.

He's so fucking full.

And Sam just pushes himself against Bucky's bloated, blubbery side, murmuring hotly, "so, you ready to take care of all the leftovers for me, Bucky?"

Bucky makes a high, whimpery sound. He burps.

"Making room?" Sam chuckles, "c'mon, babycakes, I can't stand the way food tastes once it's been refrigerated and warmed back up, you know that."

Bucky whines again, rubbing the parts of his stomach that he can still reach. His arms look short in comparison to that massive fucking tummy. The apex of his belly he hasn't been able to touch by himself, not when he's stuffed, in months.

"So you're gonna have to eat it all, okay?" Sam says, grabbing Bucky's soft, puffy jaw and kissing his pretty pouty lips demandingly. "You're gonna eat everything that got left behind, you're gonna let that food join all its friends in this belly right here-" Sam pats his belly; he tries to press his fingers into the bloated top of his gut but, despite his normal thick layer of insulation... Sam's fingers don't sink in. He's taut. A completely blown-up balloon... like one of the fucking Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade floats.

Bucky moans, his head completely thrown back. Eyes shut. Wet lips wide open. Flushed prettily. Suspended in the eroticism.

"-And then tomorrow we're gonna do it all over again. I'm gonna work myself to the bone makin' a whole new feast for you and you're gonna eat all of it and enjoy it. You're gonna eat your heart out, glutton."

Bucky moans breathily, all but classically trained to feel a rush of arousal whenever eating or food is mentioned.

"When you do this again tomorrow I'll get you all to myself, that'll be the best part. I'll get to rub your gut as it fills up. I'll get to sit in what's left of your lap. I'll get to feed you every fucking bite if I want. It'll just be me and you and your huge gut. Bloated from a whole month of indulgence. Still full from a feast fit for a King just the night before... I wonder how big you'll be tomorrow night, this same time? Can you imagine yourself bigger? Huh, sweet cheeks? Can you?"

Bucky shakes his head drunkenly.

"Well, get ready, baby. You're gonna be bigger. I'm gonna make you bigger. Fatter."

Hope you enjoyed!