#rubi loves nat

[ramblerogue]

It's been 3 years, and I still think about the Deep Bleu Sea fight.

[callsign-mongoose]

Old Fashioned Phone Numbers

Pairing: Jake Sersin x Reader (No Description or use of Y/N)

Warning: +18 MDNI, Mostly fluff, Lying? If you can call it that, Enuendos, Cowboy Jake, Let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: ~1.8k

a/n: This is my first official posted fanfic! Yayyyy! I'm so excited! I hope to be posting more in the future. Feel free to message me on my profile about ideas or characters you'd love to see. I love to write and am trying my best to branch out.

Prompt:

"Your Pretty I'll give you that." "How Gracious."

This was based on a writing prompt I found, by @creativepromptsforwriting

Summary: Bradley got fed up with Jakes cockiness and made a bet, that he couldn't get your phone number. Your just Natashas friend, but in order to help out a friend's friend with the bet, you play hard to get.

Maybe it was your track record recently of crashing and burning with dates, or just because she had asked, but Natasha had managed to get you to come with her to the bar. It wasn’t your scene but she made it sound like something interesting was going to go down with her friend group so you decided to go anyway.  

Standing by the doorway you scanned around until your eyes landed on Natasha standing by the piano. Walking over you placed a hand on her shoulder, “Hey, sorry I’m late, traffic.” “No worries, glad you decided to come.” She tossed a glance at the man who sat at the piano who gave her a immediate nod before nodding his head away from the group. His fingers started to tickle the keys and Nat took the opportunity to drag you to the other side of the bar, hiding near the hallway to the bathroom. “We need you for something, a mission, kinda. So Rooster, my friend at the piano over there, made a bet with one of the guys in our squadron.” You already didn’t like the sound of this. “Natasha, why do I have the gut feeling that you are going to set me up for failure?” “No no no, it’s not you that we are setting up for failure, it’s him. Basically, Bagman was telling Coyote about the girl he bagged a couple nights ago, his ego is getting the best of him and he is under the impression he can get any girls number.” She paused and peaked around the corner scanning the crowd for a long moment to assure herself that jake wasn’t there yet. “That’s where you come in, Rooster made a bet with him that he couldn’t pick up any girl, and Hangman became so confident that he even said rooster could pick the girl. Do you get where I’m going with this?” It dawned on you, you were bait for this cocky fly boy to fail on. “That’s why you were so intent on me joining you guys tonight? Nat I’m not sure…” “Come on, rooster said he’d give you the $50 bucks that Hangman bet on it. He just wants to see him be put in his place. Plus you said it yourself, you need flirting practice.” She wasn’t wrong about that. You had no experience flirting what so ever, your past experience included literally handing a guy a note and then leaving the building entirely. This would give you a controlled environment to experiment, crash and burn safely without being rejected, because this guy really was trying to get your number. “Fine. I’ll do it, only if you promise to tell him after the money is exchanged. I don’t want to look like a total asshole. I like this bar and if I keep coming back I don’t want everyone to think I’m rude.”  

Natasha nodded eagerly before rummaging through her pocket, pulling out a tube of lipstick she pulled the lid off “Perfect, now sit still.” The ruby red lipstick sat on your lips as she stepped back. “Perfect. Alright come with me.”  Grabbing your arm Natasha dragged you back towards the bar, positioning you on the far end waving over the bartender. “Who’s this Nat? What can I get you two?” “Hey Penny, just one of my friends from town, we will take two beers please, just add them to my tab.” Two cold bottles clacking on the wooden surface you bring one of them to your lips. “Thanks Nat… Let’s get this party started.”  

Nat made eye contact with Bradley across the bar and gave him a nod which seemed to put the plan in motion. Walking over to Jake who was half bent over the pool table, “Bagman” “Yo” He stood up handing his stick to Javy as he walked towards Bradley. “You prepared for the bet?” “You know it, who’s the mark?” Bradleys eyes scanned the bar until his eyes landed on you and Natasha, “Her, the one next to Natasha”. Jake seemingly nodded and without another word started to cross the floor, his demeanor changed, no more cocky aviator on the prowl, he put on a sweet smile and cleared his throat. Jake had a tendency to rely on his Texan roots when it came to women. After all… who didn’t love a good old American cowboy. Nat glanced at Bradley and patted your shoulder “Kaki uniform, he’s coming this way. I’ll be over with Bradley, don’t give in, and break a leg.”  

You directed your eyes down to the condensation now starting to gather on the outside of the beer bottle, wiping it idly with your thumb. The tall figure slid up next to you and leaned against the bar signaling another beer from penny, “Well howdy t-“ “No.” Adamantly you jumped on the opportunity to turn him down rather fast, didn’t even let him get the first sentence out. He was handsome, it wasn’t exactly a secret either. Strong jawline, confident smile, broad shoulders, and his damn uniform hugged his biceps making them look like tree trunks even if he was just flexing. Jake took a half second to regroup tilting his head to the side looking to you with a smirk. “What’s the matter, sugar? All your exes come from Texas?” You couldn’t help but laugh. “How long has that one been waiting to come out.” Jake grinned seeing a final opening that he could grab a hold of. “It’s been at the top of my list, much like you are tonight.. I promise, I’m real old fashioned, love to take my time with things.” He was quick on his feet, something you could appreciate. After a moment you rolled your eyes, “You should probably find a better list then. For the record, in my experience, Texas is just full of Cows and Shit.”  

A game. Hangman loved a good game, his goal now was just to figure out what game you were playing. “Come on now Darlin’. Your gonna hurt my feelings.” His lips curled into a smirk on either side, his eyes dancing around your face. Perhaps it was the game of chase, or maybe just your responses, but he was finding himself wanting more than just your number. “Aww poor cowboy, how are you ever gonna recover from this.” You reached up and tussled his hair which he swatted your hand away from “Hey hey the hair is off limits… unless you wanna come back to my place and I can make sure you pull it all night screaming.” He gave you a playful wink, half trying to read your reaction to see if there was any interest. 

“Mmmm well go put your cowboy hat on someone else, your buckle ain’t that shiny.” He was drooling practically, leaning more against the bar now than his own feet. He didn’t trust them to hold him up. Penny walked over placing down the beer infront of Jake, “Is this guy bothering you sweetheart?” She asked looking at you before reaching for the bell rope, it was a tease but Jake took the hint putting his hands up in defeat. He much rather give Rooster 50 bucks than buy rounds for everyone in the bar. “I’m goin’ Penny, im goin’.” Taking one more half playful half longing glance at you he smiled and that’s when you spoke up,

“You are pretty, I’ll give you that.”

Honestly, you were hoping to draw his interest enough to talk to you another time. He gave you a tip of his imaginary hat.

“How gracious.” 

Bradley handed the $50 to you about 20 minuets later. “The look on his face was priceless, I swear he looked like a lost puppy.” He was laughing with a couple of the others, Jake had since been over in the corner with Coyote, playing darts and licking his wounds. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, “I think I’m gonna close out my tab and head home Nat, it was fun, thanks for inviting me.” “No problem, thanks for the assistance.” 

As you made your way towards the door you made eye contact with a pair of dull green eyes, not as vibrant as when they had met with yours just 30 minuets earlier. Giving him a small smile you nodded towards the door, a last ditch effort to see if you could right the wrongs Rooster had made. Walking out into the parking lot, you found a seat on the front steps. After about 5 minuets you wondered if he even wanted to talk to you again, pushing yourself up, you pulled out your keys. “I was wonder’ if you meant me or some other guy in there.” Jake made his way down the stairs of the bar for a moment lingering on the last step. “Do you make it a habit of contuinally turning people down then trying to lure them outside?” he asked watching your facial expressions, attempting to read you like a book. Producing the $50 from your pocket you held it out to him. “This is yours.” “What?” “Rooster told me about the bet. Said if he won I could have the $50 bucks.”  

Jakes face fell, caught in the act, played by his own game. “Oh… um, you can keep it. I don’t deserve it anyway, I still lost.” Well here goes nothing, you took a quick breath “No take it, you can buy me dinner with it on Friday.” Your breathing stilled for a long moment, hopefully he got your drift. Maybe you messed it up too much to recover from. Glancing you tried to gage how far your car was, wondering if you could make it there before he noticed. “I- dinner, Friday, this Friday.” He repeated slowly taking the $50. “That sounds like a good deal, how about the itialian restaurant down on 8th ave. They’ve got real good food and I heard their dessert is incredible… though I can think of another thing I’d arguably like more for dessert.” His wicked grin had reappeared on his face. “Slow down cowboy, it’s just dinner.” You sighed moving forward you placed a kiss to his cheek before turning to walk to your car.  

“Wait!” Jake followed behind you grabbing your hand to turn you back towards him. “I don’t have your number. How am I supposed to contact you?” A grin appeared on your lips. “I told the others I wouldn’t give you my number… I guess you’ll just gonna have to get creative, you said you were old fashioned right? Start there.” You winked turning on the ball of your foot to walk towards your car. This time jake didn’t stop you, just stood there dumbfounded holding the 50 dollar bill in his hand. No way he would be spending that bill on dinner, that was gonna be saved. 

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a/n: Thank you so much to everyone who read it all the way through! Feel free to comment and like and repost! I love writing but as much as I know I do it for myself, I am (to quote a friend) "a parking ticket and need validation."

Additionally thank @sarahsmi13s and @callsignthirsty for helping me with cowboy Jake!!

[trendywaifus]

Could I ask for a stressed Natasha x fem reader?

Like, reader just being there to help her release stress, whether that's sfw cuddles and massages and all that goodness or it's a nsfw where reader either eats her out or she uses a strap on reader-

here you go love. i loved writing this bitttt, i want natasha 🔛🔝 of me!!!!

↳ when she uses you to relax > | fem! reader

natasha dips down to kiss your forehead, unruly tresses tickling your flushed cheeks as she fucks you ever so lovingly into the mattress. she had a rather rough day at the clinic and you being the sweetheart that you are, offered to help her wind down for the night. how can she possibly not say yes when your staring at her with puppy eyes, patiently waiting for her answer. now, you’re underneath her, letting her use you as her personal stress toy.

“ you’re taking it all so well, sweetie. “ natasha breathes, her cock sinking further into your sopping cunt. you whimpered as the plastic tip grazes your g-spot. her hips repeatedly thrusts against your own, the soft sound of squelching and skin slapping fills the air. your slick and cum leaves a ring around the base around her cock, she licks her lips at the delicious sight.

“ is mommy making you feel so good that you need to make a mess all over my cock? “ she purrs, softly smiling down at you, relishing the way your face is cutely crunched up from the pleasure. you responded back with a loud moan as she fully rubs herself against your g-spot. “ f-fuck, nat–“

without warning, natasha placed her hand on your lower abdomen and presses down on it. you gasped, harshly biting down on your lip to stop yourself from screaming in the dead of night. your walls clenches around her length while you squirted all over her thighs and the sheets. she chuckles with a mischievous glint in her ruby eyes. “ by the end of this, you’re going to wish you could bear my children.”

you stammered under her predatory gaze, shameless excitement apparent in your (e/c) eyes.

[chungledown-bimothy]

Here's kind of an esoteric one for you:

What five rolls in D20 do you wish had gone another way, up to and including wishing for a miracle nat 20 for Lapin or whatever else? (My own list, perversely, is mostly made of wishing successes had been failures)

oh damn that's one hell of a question. god there have been so many rolls i'm SURE i'm leaving out great options. (i'd love to see your list, as well)

1- Lapin miracle 20 in the cathedral, specifically on his last possible roll. so many levels of narrative satisfaction, in addition to, of course, i just want him to have lived. i almost left it off the list as too easy an option, but no, it really is the single roll in the entirety of d20 i wish had gone differently the most. i also could have said keradin rolling 3 less damage, for lapin to survive on 1 hp and thunderstep out, but no i want him to have gone down and been brought back up (brennan would have flavored the SHIT out of it and it would have been so cool)

2- Jasper's Thorn Whip last night. Maybe it's only so high because of recency bias, but I want blood. I want to see how Tula, a redemption paladin who ripped out the stoat's throat without a moment's thought or hesitation for hurting Viola, would react to Jaysohn dying there. How much would she punish herself for saving Lila, even though it was really the only choice she had, she couldn't have gotten to Jaysohn in time. Or if she'd blame Thorn for failing to save him, when he'd pushed back against her and said the kids can't be sheltered all the time.

3- Brennan's 9 in the Great Hart Hunt. "high roll is wild, low roll is honorable" So many of ruehob's issues were what the dice established here- being unable to challenge the rules of propriety and honor and duty they both were ruled by. I want to know what would have happened if that had happened earlier. Maybe them getting together would have been healthier? Probably not though lol

4- Murph's 19 deception in acoc ep 1. WHAT WAS THE DECEPTION FOR? I have my guesses- the context was Ruby getting Lazuli's bow, so it was likely something to do with Theo's feelings about that and Laz, but we don't know and that still kills me.

5- Rowan catching Ricky in the TUC finale. If she'd failed by 5 or more, they'd both be going into the storm, and from what I recall, the party absolutely did not have the time or resources to save both of them, maybe not even either.

honorable mention: Gorgug getting a nat 20, not a nat 1, to figure out how to give the Hangman a butt hole to shit in Chungledown Bim's mouth. That would have just been hilarious.

[togrowoldinv]

Under the Moonlight

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Natasha makes your Valentine’s Day the best day

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day! Soft Nat hehe. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates! Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff always thought that Valentine’s Day was the cheesiest holiday. The cards, the candy, the overpriced jewelry, she didn’t like any of it. But when you came into her life just over six months ago, Natasha realized that she wanted to spoil you.

The best way she could think of doing this was to plan the perfect Valentine's Day for you. She found decorations, the best food for the evening, and a gift for you. Wanda helped her get everything together.

You’re sitting in your room when Natasha comes to your door. She smiles at the sight of you with your head buried in a book.

“Knock, knock,” she announces her presence.

“Hey babe,” you say before looking up from your book. “Sorry I was finishing the sentence."

"You’re cute,” Nat says. She walks towards you and holds her hands out for you to take. You notice she’s wearing her nicer black pants and shirt with her classic leather jacket. “Come with me?”

“Anywhere,” you say with a smile, taking her hands. “But something tells me I should change into something nicer.”

“You’re so beautiful,” Natasha says.

“Thank you, Natasha,” you say. “But I’ll change since you look so nice.”

“Okay, detka,” she says. You let go of her hands and walk to your closet. “Actually, can you meet me on the roof when you’re done?”

“Sure,” you reply with a curious tone. You’re not sure what she’s up to, but you don’t question it.

Once you get changed, you walk to the elevator and go to the top level before taking the stairs to the roof. You open the door and walk into what can only be described as a picture-perfect scene. There are flowers everywhere with balloons and fairy lights in the shape of hearts line the edges of the roof.

And standing there next to a table set for two is your favorite person.

“Happy Valentine's Day, y/n,” Natasha says.

You walk to her and hug her tightly. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you. She kisses your head as you take refuge in her arms.

“And you made my favorite?” you ask as you notice the food on the table. She has side items laid out as well, including pickles.

“Technically Wanda did, but yes,” she replies with a laugh. You squeeze her tightly before letting go.

“Thank you so much, Natasha. This is everything.”

“You’re my everything,” she replies. Her cheeks are flushed and it’s not from the cool nighttime air.

The two of you sit down to a nice meal and spend hours talking about anything and everything. At the end of the night, Nat is sitting next to you as you look out over the trees.

Nat reaches into her pocket and hands you a ring box. Your eyes go wide.

“It’s not that,” she says with a smirk and then adds, “Not yet at least.”

 You open the box to see a beautiful golden ring with a red ruby in the center.

“Natasha, this is so amazing.”

“I know the red is a bit on theme, but-“

“I was thinking red like your hair,” you say with a smile.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s definitely what I meant,” she plays along. The chuckle she lets out is so heartwarming. “Consider it a promise.”

“I love you,” you tell her.

“I love you too.”

She slips the ring onto your finger and kisses the back of your hand softly. You intertwine your fingers with hers and admire the moon in the sky. It’s like it shines just for her.         

[bromcommie]

free verse poem for @catws-anniversary, day 4 | theme: natasha romanoff | prompt: favourite natasha quote, disguise, trust issues

The truth is a matter of circumstance -

this, you know. Or at least this is what you have been taught, your skin made to learn it over and over and over raw repetition, the mother of all knowledge:

The truth is not all things to all people, and you know this because you've seen men make a living of the truth - shaping and moulding it, a convenient tool to build up myths and nations and gods, break down empires, paint history a dull, inconspicuous color with it. (Blood is never red when it dries, but it does leave stains: dark maroon for the loving glide of Soviet slugs through the organs, overripe date for the shadows of American bombs in bright desert sand. You've collected more conflicting shades than any artist.)

The truth is not all things to all people, and you know this because you have been the clay in their hands and you have been the hatchet chopping away and you have been a footnote in the histories, but your name is not in any of the books. (You have never been any of the men pointing the stick.) Does that matter? What difference does that make? None, except for how sometimes you miss the paper trail you were taught not to leave, how you catch yourself missing the belonging inherent in Alianovna no matter how fabricated, catch yourself wanting evidence that you were ever Natalia before you were Natasha before you were Natalie - Nat - - Tasha - - Widow, with your face plastered all over glittering billboards and your Mona Lisa smile like an autopsy cut. There's really nothing the stars and stripes love more than a good, old-fashioned dissection. So go on. Spread 'em, belly up, label maker in hand ready to agonize over a name for each part, make it neat and palatable for public consumption. Murder Natalia Romanova in cold blood so that Natasha Romanoff can walk away with clean hands; drag the body around because, what - can't you take the silent weight? You weren't planning on living in it, were you? This vicious little animal thing, with sunken eyes and deformed feet? (common side effect of strained movement: hallux valgus. Common side effect of being stepped on one too many times: shrinking.) You wanted that to remain your truth? Forget it - it's too much work, anyway, explaining, and you've been wearing the face of English too long and still don't have all the words you need. (The ones in your head don't count. The truth is for handing out to the people out there, not for ruminating on inside the confines of your own brain.) So chop chop. Hack yourself down to a convenient size, an easily describable shape, a prime cut all juicy and tender. Fit it in the soft pink parts of your mouth where it's the least threatening, the most deadly, just another name to play at your ruby lips. (Most people usually miss the knife at their throat if they're looking at your smile. Most people don't know that all other animals only smile as a threat.)

You are not most people, but you'll pretend anyway because this is what you wanted, isn't it, here is what you ran to: something starkly redacted, something more black and white. A kinder guiding hand. A way to wash the blood off your hands with different, simpler blood, except that - Except that you got sloppy, didn't you. You got complacent and forgetful; all of it, the playing nice and playing parts in games that always somehow end logically, storybook and wrapped up in softened movement and all those eyecatching, carefully controlled curves, every Disney executive's wet dream. And all that carving, my God - it made you tired instead of hungry, didn't it, and you forgot. Forgot that there's value in being many things all at once, forgot that you were still holding the knife until you got carried away and drew real blood, let yourself bleed slow along with the familiar face on the other side of the glass of the OR room. You forgot what it's like to lose, is the thing, and so you let the many-eyed, many-headed sweet-tongued cancer grow and spread right under your nose, and you didn't even notice until it was too late.

It's a straight hit to where you live, isn't it. Second bullet with your ego's name on it, fool me once and all that nonsense, but forget about the anger for a second. Let's focus on the bleeding, on the sharp thing lodged in your throat, the aching pain in your shoulder: here is a reminder from your dead and buried. Here are all your ghosts coming back to haunt you in the shape of many deadly little hands, many false little platitudes, the burn of blinding sunlight off of unyielding metal; primal terror that used to be a kindness. Here is what you are, here is what every one of you has in common, the birthplace of the common denominator of all your truths: survival.

You forgot because it really was too much work, anyway, finding the right words to say, I didn't orchestrate the pain of the Department's stick over my spine or the War that burnt down all our apple orchards or the Long Cold One that came right after, I didn't set my finger to the trigger, but: I still pulled it. I still believed in the bullet, the future it was supposed to bring - no more children with concave stomachs, no more shrinking from being stepped on. I believed and wanted to impress and belong and be untouchable, maybe. Make my spine immune to the stick. So it was not me, you see, apologies for the confusion. It was not this me in front of you, except in all the ways that it was, will be, is still. I am my survival, I was that which I had to survive, and I will be that which will make its way out of the dark in the end. (You are not afraid of the dark. Like all children of war, you know that real fear is born of fire.)

There's the truth you know. You've seen its glowing eyes and its snarling snout in the soft golden strands of a girl grown from the foam of the Black Sea but grown hard in the oblivion white of the tundra, in the artillery midnight sun over Volgograd - Stalingrad - Volgograd, you keep forgetting, in the face of a deprived stray with its ribs sticking out in broad daylight, lips pulled back. Your own face in the mirror through fogged glass. Don't you recognize it? Don't you know this thing with too many teeth, hungry and frightened, like the times that birthed it? Don't you rememeber? (Which times? Does it matter? Any, some, all at once. The truth is not beholden to time, and it's not supposed to be.) Smile, krasotka. Don't we get a smile? Let me see that pretty face, baby, come on. Let me see those teeth bared, inspected like a show animal's, let me see if there's any blood on them. Turns out you're still a commodity, just for a different market. So: break yourself all over again, make yourself unmarketable, undesirable, ungovernable. Because the truth is white-hot, sometimes, the truth gets angry, the truth claws its way out under history's shadows and leaves marks of its own.

The truth is not all - The truth is that which -

The truth - well. The truth is just one of many, is that which you've been running from, is a shapeshifting beast, a useful weapon, a sign of the times. What does that make you? What's it matter? It doesn't. But sometimes you look at the blond man with too many obvious bruises and the soft eyes and the string-calloused hands that spell your name all chopped up T-A-S-H-A before they shorten it to a single sign just a fond blur and you don't even mind the boldness of that familiarity, and you think: maybe it should. Maybe it should matter.

You look at another blond man with the invisible bruises and the lonely guarded eyes and the slow but overwhelming trust in the human parts of you, asking the wrong questions that aren't questions and expecting plain answers, and you think: I should know better than to keep falling for this. You could scoop it out, you think. All the soft compromised parts of him, all that big emotion written all over the sky, expansive and wide: too obvious, too exhausting, too American, all that painful picturebook blue.

It's embarrassing, really. Undignified. You could tear it out of him and twist it into any shape you wanted to, and you wouldn't even have to try all that hard. (But you don't. You don't. The part of you that hasn't shut up in 70 or maybe 17 years sees his trust and says leverage, meaning opportunity. The quieter, braver part sees it and says badge of honour, meaning: something to hold onto. Something else to remember.)

So instead you look at the man with the invisible angry hurt and too much trust in all that is supposed to be human and you think: maybe you can stop believing in the bullet long enough to let yourself believe in something else. So run it through one more time, until it sticks like broken bones did, like knives stuck in moving targets, repetitio est mater studiorum - The truth is a matter of circumstance. It's not all things to all people, all the time, and neither are you.

Meaning, go on: Chuck all of your faces onto a funeral pyre, burn them at the altar of something unfamiliar, something you don't yet have a neat name for. Peeled back, cleaned out like this you still have all your hungers, but maybe you've earned the right to them now. Maybe you can get angry and get even and let the most rabid of all your truths out to stretch their legs, let them snap their jaws but to protect rather than to kill; to exist in all of their conflicting shades and still have a place to lay their head at night. Maybe that can be a cornerstone for something - Not permanent, certainly. Not real, either, because that's just another Americanism that snuck into your vocabulary when you weren't paying attention. Honest, maybe. Maybe you can let the vicious little animal that is you believe in a tomorrow that isn't promised by a myth or the legend of a moulded truth, but that you can still eventually, painstakingly slow put your trust in, and trust it not to break. Maybe.

Maybe seems like enough, for a first second third fresh start.

[riveramorylunar]

Ruby:

"I don't need a reason to love you, I just do" with Yelena? 🥺 Maybe angst to fluff?

if not Yelena, Maybe Nat?

Tears rolled down both Y/N and Yelena's face as they stood a couple feet from each other. The two were looking at each other as Y/N backed away a little from the group. "Y/N detka please don't do this" Yelena sobbed out as she took a couple steps towards Y/N. "Give me a reason why you love me then" Y/N shouted as she gripped the sword in her hand tighter. Yelena looked away for a second before taking a deep breath. "Detka I don't need a reason to love you, I just do alright" Yelena said as she took the last couple steps up to Y/N as the others watched in silence. "Now please hand over the sword" Yelena said quietly as she held out her hand. Y/N looked up at Yelena before looking down at her held out hand. "Promise you won't let them take me" Y/N muttered out and Yelena nodded as she took the sword from Y/N's shaking hand. Yelena caught Y/N as she collapsed to the ground and wrapped her free arm around her quietly shushing her as she broke down. "I got you I'm not letting anything happen to you ever again I promise you with my life" Yelena said as she dropped the sword to the ground to hold Y/N properly.

[welldonebeca]

it's a Bad Idea, right? **

Summary: The worst idea a waitress in Mama Stefka can have is to fall in love with a man in Hydra. They aren’t supposed to even talk! It doesn’t stop Betty, though. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Original Female Character Warnings: Mafia AU. Secret identity au. Tension. Patreon Promo.

Masterlist

“Mila,” Betty called out, washing your hands in the kitchen sink. “Did you cut the lemons last night?”

The restaurant was going to open in two minutes, it was Friday. They needed lemons for the tea.

Mila always did that, every time it was her turn to cut the lemons the night before she would not do it and everyone would be left scrambling in the morning.

“On it now,” she called out.

Betty rolled her eyes, but didn’t complain.

As long as she did it…

Betty took her apron, wrapping it around her waist and looking around for her pen.

“Hey,” Elena walked into the kitchen, phone in hand. “Does anyone speak German?”

She looked around, and the other waitresses did the same.

Was Ruby in today?

“No one?” Mila insisted. “Really?”

Betty shrugged.

Mama Stefka was a blend  - a crock-pot if someone was to ask the girls -  of everything East Europe and more. It was founded by a Bulgarian family she didn’t know when, and it slowly grew into something more. By now, it had a little bit of everything from everywhere.

Betty. Well…  Elżbieta was Polish. She was the only one, but the team was full of girls from every little place possible.

Taty from Belarus, Anna and Elena from Moldova, Martina from Slovakia, Natalia from Russia…

“Wait, isn’t Nat coming today?” Betty realised. “She speaks German.”

Natalia was their hostess, she’d been in the restaurant for ten years or something, when they were still a tiny thing with just Bulgarian food.

Everyone had gotten there before Betty, to be fair.

Debbie’s face lit up.

“Yes! When is she coming?”

But before anyone answered, the door opened, and Nat walked in, looking rushed and pink on the face.

“I’m sorry, I got stuck in traffic,” she apologised quickly, a bit breathless.

Debbie rushed to her, passing her a phone Betty didn’t even know she was holding.

“It’s on mute. They need someone who speaks German to serve them tonight.”

Natalia picked it up, pressing it to her ear.

"Hallo, hier ist Natalia vom Mama Stefka. Wie kann ich Ihnen behilflich sein?"

She walked off to the employees area, too stable on her huge heels.

"Natürlich können wir das arrangieren," she answered, very cheerful. "Sieben Uhr? Ja, fünf Personen."

Wanda walked past Betty, looking back at Nat and then at her again.

“Well, someone needs to learn German,” Wanda sighed.

“Not me,” Betty pocketed her stuff. “I already know languages enough and get paid the same thing as a waitress who only speaks one.”

She walked off to the dinning room, joining Debbie as she put the chairs down into the right places, still barefoot.

English wasn’t constantly spoken in Mama Stefka. Most of the visitors were immigrants, or children of immigrants. Everyone knew everyone in their community, it meant solace and community, even though not everyone was from the same country.

Well, that and their involvement with Hydra.

Okay, so no everyone who went to Mama Stefka was involved with Hydra, but they either knew someone from Hydra, was from Hydra, or was too clueless about Hydra to know their kid, sibling, parent or partner was in Hydra – or they just really liked their food, but those were very few people.

Betty, and all of the other waitress, pretended not to know.

It was best to be oblivious than to be in danger.

Half an hour later, the place was on its way to blooming, and her section already had a few tables full when Nat called for her in the kitchen.

“The Malicks are here,” she called out. “They’re asking to sit with you.”

Betty lit up. Oh, the Malicks were delightful!

When Betty had come to America, Mrs Malick had given her a room, so she wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel before school started, and always took her back during school breaks, when her dorm was closed.

Studying in New York wasn’t for everyone.

It also didn’t guarantee a job, which was why she was at Mama Stefka. They always welcomed Eastern girls in need of work and money to keep a roof over their heads.

But when Betty walked out to the dinning room, Mrs Malick was nowhere to be seen, just her boys, Wilfred, Nathaniel, and Gideon, sat around a table of four, near the corner, the most isolated table in your room.

Oh. It was that kind of dinner, then.

She walked down to it, setting four glasses down.

“Cześć chłopaki,” she smiled, as cheerful as a waitress should be. Hello, boys. “Wasza mama dziś nie wpadła?”

No ma today?

They were Polish. Well, Betty was Polish and French, but people didn’t know that. To them, she was pure Polish.

“Niestety, nie mogła dziś przyjść,” Nathaniel told her.

The brothers exchanged looks, and she followed their expressions with her eyes, and Gideon cleared his throat.

“Jesteśmy tu z innej przyczyny dziś wieczorem, Elżbieta,” he spoke, at last, looking right into her eyes, very firm. “Jestem pewien, że możemy na ciebie liczyć, że zachowasz dyskrecję?"

She stiffened up.

We are here for a different reason tonight, Elżbieta. I'm sure we can trust you to be discreet?

Very serious, then.

"Oczywiście," she agreed. “Czy życzą sobie Państwo zobaczyć menu, czy poczekają na swojego gościa?"

Of course. Would you like to see the Menu or wait for your guest?

“Wait,” Fred told her. “Thank you.”

She nodded, walking off.

It was one of those nights, then.

“Hey,” you walked to Nat. “Make sure no one bothers the Malick, will you know? Just keep them… isolated.”

She raised her eyebrows a bit, not too moved.

“It’s another night of many heads, I see,” she hummed, writing something down. “I’ll do my best with what I’m given.”

Betty nodded stiffly, her shoulders hurting a bit in tension.

Nights of many heads always made her anxious.

The man who walked into the room was very new, very tall and very strong. Betty had never seen him, ever – he was remarkable, too remarkable to be forgotten.

“That’s a tall glass of water,” she mumbled to Nat.

He looked around the room, and his eyes met hers for a brief moment, baby blue, like the clear sky of the prettiest of summer days. Was he... Norwegian? Austrian?

His hair was such a pretty golden shade of blonde, long like a lion’s mane. His beard was darker, almost brown. Maybe German. Lots of German boys looked like that, although this one was much better looking than the ones she remembered.

In any other day, she would be happy to smile to him and try to get his name.

“I’ll go check on them,” she picked up a pair of menus.

“Good luck.”

Betty walked down to the table, glancing at the box of clean plates by the corner.

“Witam ponownie, i witam, panie. Jestem Betty, będę przyjmować dziś pańskie zamówienie,” she distributed the menus. “Czy mogę przynieść państwu jakieś napoje po daniach?"

The man looked at her with confusion, and Nathaniel cleared his throat.

“English, Betty,” he requested. “Our guest isn’t fluent in Polish.”

She looked back at the man, and he just nodded stiffly.

“I’m Betty, I’ll be taking your order today,” she repeated it. “Can I bring you some refreshments after the plates?”

But the man didn’t speak, Fred did.

“We’ll call you when we are ready to order,” he told her. “Thank you, Betty.”

She just confirmed quietly, taking four plates, forks and knives, and set everything down, leaving them be.

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[lorelei-system]

Hey everyone. We are a traumagenic system of who knows how many, not sure whether DID or OSDD. Medically recognized but currently not in therapy. They/them collectively preferred. Body is female and 30.

We are syscourse neutral (some alters have differing opinions) and will keep those topics off this blog. Will post about our experiences as a system, and reblog relatable system posts mainly. We try to sign off with names.

Side blogs:

lorelei-pics (nature photography by Nat, Riley, and Moss)

dannylovesart (art reblogs by danny)

Currently fronting: Danny (he/him)

Alters relevant to this blog:

Poppy:

- age: 15

- pronouns: she/ her or it/its

- system host

- favorite color: black

- possible BPD/ depression symptom holder

- host of the grief subsystem

- link to subsystem post

- tags: #poppy speaks #poppy reblogs

Nini:

- age: 3-4

- pronouns: she/her

- loves plushies

- trauma holder

- tags: #nini #nini reblob #nini’s art

Phoebe:

- age: 12 (teen)

- pronouns: she/her

- nickname: Bee

- likes pastel colors

- likes/ wants to go into psychology

- acts older than she is (very mature and responsible for her age)

- tags: #phoebe speaks #phoebe reblogs

Ace:

- age: 18

- pronouns: they/ them (preferred) or he/him

- agender and asexual

- caring and sweet

- likes languages, crochet, video games, and puzzles

- tags: #ace speaks

Nick:

- age: 15

- pronouns: he/him (trans masc)

- likes watching Criminal Minds

- tags: #nick speaks

Ruby:

- age: 20

- pronouns: she/her, but any are fine

- impulsive and fun-loving

- I love cooking, listening to music and getting stuff done

- the “productivity alter”

- mood booster?

- tags: #ruby speaks

Lucy:

- age: 26

- pronouns: she/her

- reckless and careless

- into some messed-up stuff

- probably a persecutor in the self-destructive way

Moss:

- Age: 3-7

- Pronouns: they/bug (non-binary)

- loves nature

- currently obsessed with trees, specifically evergreens, more specifically pine trees

- also loves stim toys; possible autism/ ADHD symptom holder (we’re not formally diagnosed with either, hence the “possible”)

- has green hair, brown eyes, insect wings and antennae (in innerworld obviously)

Max:

- age: 20 something

- pronouns: he/him

- straight trans guy

- likes birds

Lisa:

- pronouns: she/her

- lesbian

- loves writing (mostly original fiction)

- tags: #lisa speaks

Riley:

- pronouns: she/her

- teenager (16-18?)

- self-proclaimed rebel

- I love everything black

- love spooky season and rain

- I enjoy rock music and am currently getting into programming

- tags: #riley speaks

Danny:

- pronouns: he/him

- teen

- into art (+ history) and music (+ history)

- loves looking at art, and making art

- has to relearn so back to being a beginner artist (but that’s okay)

- tags: #danny’s tag #art

[momsforroadhead]

Liam Wilhelmina appreciation post ACOC ep 9

"Thirty! Five. Of my sexy parents. Want to spread you, like soft cheese on a cracker."

Sleep-drunk, goes up to Anabelle: "Thirty five. Moms, dads... Are gonna bang you out!" And then collapses into sleep right there in front of her.

Tries to compliment Primsy by telling her "I like your bandage!"

Explaining why he's so good at combat now: "It's pretty crazy what thick grief will do to you. I'm kind of drowning in the middle of a big sea of grief and regret. And my obsession with revenge has given me new abilities!"

Ally implies that they practice not dropping their dice all over the place at home.

Ally says Emily "snogged brie down", whatever that means.

Right after learning that Sir Maurice Brie is a knight in the Bulbian Church, he goes "Do you like it? It's bullshit right?" and immediately gets smacked in the head.

Following Jet and Ruby's suggestion, he tries to seduce Brie by telling him: "You look like you could really pack it in." Brie challenges him to a duel. To get out of it, he tries to explain that he was referring to camping but it doesn't work cause he admits that he hasn't "touched a seed in a long time". He then follows up with "You just look like you have a big capacity to um... Do you wanna get a drink sometime?" and gets smacked in the head again.

"I need to sharpen my flirting skills a little bit more..." Cumulous instructs Liam to flirt with him. "What? Um, I think you're probably ready to take it." Cumulous likes it! "You're ready to get slammed down, big style! This is what all my parents used to say and they each loved it!"

Brennan describes Liam as "Peppermint Batman"

In response to Jet having many stick and poke tattoos: "What are you, a bartender? That was me flirting!!"

"I'm two feet away trying to take a shit, my ass is out and everybody-- I'm a war guy now!!!"

About Cumulous, to Calroy: "Who's the hottie?"

Right after Caramelinda says she considers him one of her children, he stealths away from the conversation. Or rather, tries to, because she gets a nat 20, turns the grass into caramel and makes him (and everybody) sink into the ground.

"What, your mom's tearaway underwear? We're going on a mission cause you saw tearaway underwear?"

"Was that fucking Ciabatta? I'm done. I'm done with this season."

And then Ally from the AP:

They are drinking out of a vase again, because they "don't have cups".

The vase seems to be part of a "stand-up britta".

Ally now has to shamefully drink out of their vase, because everyone is being quiet so the screen stays on them.

"We begged. I had my dog with my, I had an emotional support dog: Brennan kicked it, he fed it dice..."

When Brennan comes back from slamming a piss down big style, everybody stops talking behind his back and Ally starts doing high pitched little screems like girls catching up at brunch.

Brennan reminds Ally that they need to leave and they casually respond "Thank you baby!"

[mischiefxmuses]

Post event starter call

going to drop everything pre event because soooooo many muses have changed status and other muses have changed status so just makes it easier. Fresh slate!! I will keep some event threads going or we can transition them to post event! I'll hop into DMs about transitioning. Please spread out the love between my muses and specify which muse you want the starter for!!

Angel - Unaware - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1/5) - Faith Bee - Aware - Helluva Boss (0/5) Belle - Aware - Beauty & the Beast (0/5) Ben Skywalker - Aware - Star Wars (0/5) Charles Xavier - Aware - X-Men/Marvel (3/5) - Jean, Doom, Diana Charlotte Emily - Aware - FNAF (1/5) - Elizabeth Cordelia Goode - Aware - AHS: Coven (1/5) - Cora Cullen Rutherford - Aware - Dragon Age (1/5) - Rosita Dream - Aware - The Sandman (2/5) - Clarke, Katherine Francesca Bishop - Aware - TVD (1/5) - Mason Harwin Strong - Aware - HOTD (1/5) - Rhaena Henry Creel - Aware - Stranger Things (2/5) - Rose, Chrissy Hera Syndulla - Aware - Star Wars (1/5) - Apollo Hunter - Unaware - Star Wars (0/5) Iorveth - Unaware - The Witcher (0/5) Kida - Aware - Atlantis (0/5) Loki - Aware - Marvel (1/5) - Nat Lyanna Stark - Aware - GOT (1/5) - Robb Nimona - Aware - Nimona (2/5) - Faye, Ballister Percy De Rolo - Aware - Critical Role (1/5) - Mia Peter Hale - Unaware - Teen Wolf (1/5) - Derek Sanji Vinsmoke - Unaware - One Piece (1/5) - Zoro Satine Krzye - Aware - Star Wars (1/5) - Mon Shanks - Unaware - One Piece (1/5) - Alice Silco - Aware - Arcane (0/5) Sion Val Palpatine - Unaware - Star Wars (0/5) Yennefer of Vengerberg - Aware - The Witcher (0/5) Zash Baen - Aware - Star Wars (2/5) - Aerith, Myri Zuko - Unaware - Avatar The Last Airbender (2/5) - Beetlejuice, Toph Ruby - Aware - Fear Streat (1/5) - Sidney

[cherry-bomb-ships]

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[xylon8]

Getting Misty

[Fem!reader x Natasha]

[No warnings! just fluff :)]

“Look at me, i'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree!..” And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud, I can't understand.. I get misty just holding your hand. You say, laughing nervously. Natasha observed your state further, chuckling at your silly light hearted remark. “You are not helpless, sweetie. This is why I'm here.” she smiled, caressing your cheek as she patched up the last of your wounds while you're lying comfortably in a hospital bed, gentle blankets covering up your exhausted body from dealing with fragmentum creatures all day.

You hold her hand in yours placing a soft kiss on top of her knuckles, feeling your face get rosy. “Thank you, Nat.” you looked into her ruby red eyes, they look as soft as a cloud, and warm as the rising sun. or in this case, the warm, dim lights of Rivet Town. she looks at you with the same loving look you have on your face. “Anything for you, dear.”

Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello. That music I hear I get misty the moment you’re near. You lay on your side, seeing all the monitors and the IV fluid connected to you. Natasha is just on the other side of the room, walking back and forth and helping out sick patients. You admire her figure from afar. Her soft voice, her gentle touch, her caring nature, her attractiveness, her sweet personality, her- “–ove..? Hello..? Jarilo IV to [Y/n}..” her soft voice rings in your ear like a soft ring of a wind chime. She chuckles softly, waving a hand in front of your eyes to snap out of your trance. You come back to see that Natasha is right in front of you, smiling. The heavens must be playing such a heavenly tune by how ethereal she looks right now.  “You made me worried, dear. You just weren't responding.” she strokes your hair and tucks a strand behind your ear. Sighing in relief that you were just talking with your eyes and not your mouth.

“Ah.. my apologies. I couldn't help but admire such a pretty doctor.” you blush and close your eyes, letting her touch your scalp for a moment longer, humming at how warm her hand feels. “haha.. Thank you, my love.” She whispers, leaving a soft and lingering kiss on your forehead. Leaving your side as she returns to tend other patients. 

You can't see that you're leading me on. And it's just what I want you to do. Don't you notice how hopelessly I'm lost That's why I'm following you On my own. You feel bad that Natasha is doing all the work now that the clinic has gotten busy since it hit noon. You get up, slowly detaching the tubes from your arm, getting up somewhat wobbly but enough so you can walk. You help put away displayed medicine and materials to their homes, restock clean syringes and gause, alcohol pads and much more. It's not long before Natasha sees you up as she comes towards you “[Y/n]... you're supposed to be resting my love.. Please lie down.” she says sadly, confused as to why you're up while you visibly look like half a dead mummy. “Nonsense! I feel fine. I just want to help you out.. That's all. You do so much and receive so little. So I'm doing my part and giving you what you deserve.” a smile draws itself on your face, stocking some cotton balls and popsicle sticks. Natasha let out a soft sigh and smiled, placing her hand on top of yours and placing her head on your shoulder. “That is very sweet, dearie.. But what would help me so much right now is that you get some well deserved rest.. Your bones need it.”  her gaze lands on you.. You wrap an arm around her waist.. “But..” you protest, “no buts, honey. doctor's orders.” she kissed your cheek, and helped you get back to your bed unfortunately.

When I wander through this wonderland alone Never knowing my right foot from my left My hat from my glove I'm too misty and too much in love

It wasn't long before you were discharged from the clinic. But you stayed anyway. The clinic was peaceful when it was late at night. Nothing but small beeps from nearby monitors. You were laying on a bed with Natasha, just basking in each other's warmth and presence. “You did a good job today.. Nat.” you muttered, placing your head on her plush chest. She let out a hearty laugh and stroked your soft hair.

“Thank you love.. But you did the most today.”  her words were uttered  softly. “No… all I did was sign in patients and restock supplies.. And did some cleaning.. But you did the real hero work..”

Natasha blushes wholeheartedly, shaking her head “how about we both did a good job today… mm? Even if you did such small things.. They helped a lot..” you grin, never seeming to win when you have conversations like these..

“I guess that's true. So.. does this also help too?” you lean close to her face, and seal her lips with a kiss which she didn't expect. She returns the passionate kiss, both of your hearts beating in unison at how much love and tenderness is being expressed.

You pull back and place your forehead against hers, both of you grinning. “Yes.. it helps soo much..” she laughs softly and peppers your face with kisses that never seem to end.

Too misty.. And too much in love~ “I love you, Nat.” you mumble dreamily, finding comfort in her kisses “I love you too sweetie.” she whispers, placing a blanket over both of you and pulling you close in a gentle embrace.

[blackwidow-bby]

Ok can I have a scenario where Natasha goes undercover with her SO? Love your writing!

Thank you 😭😭😭 like everything else, I have brought this fashionably late

18+

Warnings: strip club, stripping, implied sexual content, a little cuteness☺️

~

You were pouting in the corner of the dressing room, while your girlfriend, Nat, was attempting to lace up the skimpy outfit you were going to be dancing in.

“Remind me why exactly we had to get assigned to the one mission that was in a strip club? Of all places honestly.”

You rolled your eyes annoyed at the situation. Going undercover in the club was not the issue, having to play the role of a dancer in said club? That was another story. You were a trained fighter, how on earth were you going to pull of playing sexy for a bunch of random men?

“Relax, baby. I just need you to distract the targets long enough to slip into their office, gather some info, and then we can leave.”

Nat was being so supportive despite the fact that you were very obviously not happy with being the bait.

“How come you can’t be up there on stage? You’re the hot one in this relationship.”

You huffed out an annoyed sigh that made Natasha giggle. After she finished tying the straps on your dance outfit, she leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“Because I also happen to be the sneakier one.”

“Not true, remember that one time I hid a whole box of cookies in one of the drawers and you didn’t find out until they were almost gone?”

Natasha laughed again and shook her head.

“I knew they were there the whole time. I just didn’t say anything until you kept leaving crumbs in the bed.”

“Well, where else was I supposed to eat them?”

Natasha scoffed and turned you around, bringing her hands up to your cheeks.

“You’re on in 5, pumpkin. Break a heel.”

She gave you a parting kiss before she ushered you toward the stage. You couldn’t see from the angle you were at behind the curtain. All you hoped was that the bar wasn’t crowded tonight. You took a couple deep breaths before you heard the music you had picked out. It was your cue to give them a convincing show.

Just as you had hoped, the bar wasn’t very packed but there were several patrons sitting close to the stage. Not too far away at a booth, sat the owners of the club. A couple of seedy bastards who were dabbling a little too much in armed robbery and jewel theft. Their recent catch just so happened to be a hyper-powered ruby they intercepted from some government scientists who had been attempting to create a new weapon to “protect the United States” in case “something were to happen”.

Slowly and sensually you strutted up the center stage. You put a little extra sway in your hips, hoping to catch everyone’s attention. So far so good. In the background you could see Natasha sneaking towards the back. If she acted quick, you wouldn’t have to keep up this charade any longer than you wanted to. Once you reached the pole, your hand took hold while you walked around, making eye contact and giving a little smile to everyone in the crowd.

Just when you thought you were making a convincing dancer, your heel wobbled in your shoe, almost causing you to fall. You quickly recovered and continued “dancing” along to the music.

The song was about halfway over and Nat still hadn’t come out of the office. You were getting nervous. Even though there was a good amount of money on the stage, some of the patrons were starting to lose interest. Why on earth did you think a six and a half minute song was a good choice? Men can’t pay attention that long. When you noticed the owners start to move in their booth, you panicked. You couldn’t let them get to the office before Nat left. You’d be in deep shit. Only one thing left to do.

You pulled out the one fancy trick you learned (via stripper YouTube) and spun around upside down on the pole. All of the strength in your thighs kept you from falling on your head long enough to remove your hands. You let your hands run up and down your body before you removed your top on beat to the song. The crowd hooted at your newly revealed goods which in turn made the owners look back at the stage. Hook, line, sinker.

You spun around upside down for a couple more seconds until you flipped yourself over into a split. The small crowd cheered at the end of your song and tossed more money at your feet. You looked around hoping that Natasha was able to make it out, when you spotted her by the bar, jaw dropped, eyes wide.

The look on her face made you smile. You picked up your top and took your leave to meet Nat by the bar for a drink.

“See something you like?”

You sent your girlfriend a sly wink. Her eyes ran up and down your body, lingering longer on your chest before racing up and down only to land once more on your chest. She did that 5 times total.

“So where did you learn to do that!?”

Finally! She speaks!

“There’s a lot of things that I can do you don’t know about.”

You have her another wink before kissing the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah okay, sure. Let’s get out of here before I make a scene in this club.”

“Ooh, Ms. Romanoff~ are you trying to seduce me??”

“Y/N! Get dressed, let’s leave! Now! Actually, don’t get dressed. We’re going to the car.”

You laughed as Nat dragged you away by your wrist out of the club. Maybe the mission wasn’t so bad after all.

[eizagonzalezs]

Rules: share some unpopular opinions about 5 different fandoms of your choosing tagged: by the lovely @astarkeytagging: @the-maidofmischief @usergirlfailure @witcherz @candicepatton @klinejack @burningblake @mistyquigly @reysorigins @jamescarstairs @fredweasleying @ariespedro @userbettycooper @ilslayfaust i don't think i have alot of unpopular opinions, but okay

Yellowjackets: Teen!nat & travis are the most skipable scenes, i dont care for them together, and i feel like it takes away too much storyline for nat. atleast in s1, to me it annoying in a horror show to have this relationship. + even if liked travis, he doesn’t have much personality to me besides his sibling.

From dusk till dawn: Kisa is very very undervalued or not taking serious in the fandom, like she just exists in the background, when she IS the plot. She’s a valueable member ! It’s not just the seth-kate-richie show

The originals: the only reason you would hate camille, is because she comes inbetween other blondie. also camille is also so underrated.

Sex education: maeve and otis should have happend in s2, or s3 WITHOUT the ruby storyline. it ruins both characters to me getting them together at the end. also just scummy

Riverdale: the whole show is pointless, if the ending is based on them being in their original timeline in the 1950’s. i get ras wanting that type of thing. however we’ve seen 1 timeline for 6 years. We’ve been through every silly storyline, and i dont care if that’s on purpose. It’s so poorly done. i dont even see season 7 as the real riverdale, it’s a parody. it would make more sense if this plot was in earlier seasons, or like timelines EXISTED prior to s3. I’m just so annoyed

[vixxi]

Christmas Gift - Thor x Pregnant!Reader

It's Christmas! The Avengers decorated the rooms in the Avenger Tower, Tony was prepearing some alcohol, Bruce and Clint decorated the windows, Steve and Nat were decorating some gingerbread and poor Asgardian Thor was struggling to untangle the christmas lights only to tangle it more.

You just walked in and the first thing to see was Thor struggling "Want some help Thor?" you asked nicely "Sure my Queen" your god of a boyfriend smiled at you softly as you sit next to him and helped to untangle the lights.

"I don't understand these traditions you Midgardians have, but thanks to you I start to love as much as I love you my Queen" you blushed and after you two untangled the lights, you decorated the tree with it.

You can't wait to tell Thor that you are pregnant, you think that it will be a good idea at the time when you with the rest of the team will do the presents.

After you decorated the tree, Thor nuzzled his head to your shoulder. You heared Tony informing the team that it's time to unwrap the presents, you smiled as you saw Thor getting 4 presents for you as he gets on his one knee to get on your height "For you my Queen, the rest of the presents didn't fit under the tree" you giggled and thanked him.

Inside the first one was a necklace with a ruby stone, craved on it was in norwegian 'Thors dronning' which means 'Thor's queen', Thor helped you to put it on and smiled "red suits you my Queen"

Inside the second one was a copy of his helmet but a smaller to fit your head, Thor chuckled "I remember that you always take my helmet and put it on, but my helmet was too big it covered your eyes, you were so adorable"

Inside the third one was a cape that has the same fabric as Thor's red one, but (Y/F/C) "You always snuggle to my cape in your sleep so I get you your own to match mine"

Inside the last one was a giant fluffy teddy bear "You always call me a Cuddly Care Bear, so I got you one just in case when I will be gone fighting some enemies, and you want to cuddle"

You smiled and looked at him in his blue eyes "Thank you Thor again... I just got one present" Thor smiled and holds you closer "I don't care if it is just one, the important thing is that was from you my love".

You awwed at how sweet he is, so you took a deep breath and handed him a small box, Thor opened it to see a onesie with Mjolnir printed on it and ultrasound, Thor looked confused for some minutes then his blue eyes sparkled.

"You... are pregnant?" he asked quietly, you nodded and smiled at him. Thor hugged you and sqeaked "I'm going to be a dad!!" you awwed at how cute he is. Then Thor picked you up and run to his room as he layed you down on the bed.

Thor lifted up your shirt and planted some kisses your flat belly "It's your papa..." you giggled when his beard tickled your skin "Best Christmas present ever my Queen...."