Fanart for “Black Widow and her Puppy Prince” by HerBitterSweetness
It was SOOOO CUTE and amazing~🐶
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85463921
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Fanart for “Black Widow and her Puppy Prince” by HerBitterSweetness
It was SOOOO CUTE and amazing~🐶
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85463921
And a useless bonus
余計なおまけ | Privatter+
I wish Boblena antis would stop subjecting me to their honestly very offensive takes on mental health. It’s okay to not like a ship for arbitrary reasons…it’s when people try to come up with moral justifications for it that you get the worst takes. In the movie Val tells Bob that Yelena only pities him and then we have antis pretty much saying the same thing?? Why would Bob’s mental health struggles mean she has to take care of him? They’re both capable of supporting themselves and each other. Yelena says that Bob has also helped her feel lighter in the movie so the implication that he would bring her down is just wrong.
boblena tangled au
yelena, who was raised in an abusive orphanage alongside her sister until they were separated, used her quick wit and survival skills to become the most dangerous mercenary in the kingdom—and has accumulated a hefty price on her head in the process. with multiple bounty hunters on her tail, she and her beloved horse, fanny, turn to the forest for refuge and stumble upon a seemingly abandoned tower…only to find bob inside. bob, isolated from the world due to his mysterious powers, who fills his time reading books and has only ever known the control of his “mother”, valentina. as a journey born out of a simple deal brings them closer and closer together, will they be able to escape both their pasts and the forces that are after them?
Person online: I don’t ship Bob and Yelena together.
Me: That’s okay.
Person: Yeah I see them as only friends verging on siblings.
Me: Hey to each their own. You do you my dude.
Person: And when you think about it, Bob is depressed or like schizophrenic or whatever. He’s sort of mentally defective so Yelena would just have to be his caretaker/mother figure. She deserves to be with someone mature enough to have fun with her and who can understand her.
Me:
The official Marvel Studios Canada Instagram page posting a slideshow of “Platonic Soulmates in Every Universe.” With Bucky and Steve being the first picture lol
Also, guess who wasn’t on that list
this is so boblena coded FUCK i need to draw them like this
but tom mate why have you got a whole mug to go out on a walk
the busker and the reader (boblena au)
with a surprise visit of my favourite pizza dog
i love writing yelena centric fics and have several ideas but nothing tangible or ready to be posted for now.
so for the sake of some inspo, i wondered if there are some concepts/ides you guys would like to be explored in the fics for her? bc i feel like people tend to be too reserved about her and i think it's a pity as she is a truly interesting character to play with.
i mostly write boblena but i'm open to experimenting, don't be shy and feel free to send me your suggestions in my ask box if you want to!
でっけぇわんちゃん
ロングの🐹もかわいいよね
🐹: Hey, Bob! Check it out~
🐹: It’s a wig. A disguise for the next infiltration mission.
🥒: W-wow...! It suits you! You look so beautiful...!
🐹: ...I see. So you prefer girls with long hair. Hmph.
🥒: Huh??!?
🥒: N-no, that’s not it!! Y-you look amazing whether your hair is short or long, I love both!! I mean, I love you, so anything you do is perfect... Ah, wait, uh...!
🐹: (So cute...)
🥒: By the way… are you going in that outfit...?
🐹: Huh? Is something wrong with it?
🥒: It’s... a bit too low-cut...
every time it rains, you’re here in my head
Rated: G || Word Count: 2.6k || Warnings: Panic Attack, very sad children
As she stuffs bottles of Pepsi in a cooler, the doors of the gymnasium lie ahead of her. The basketball team runs around in what looks like chaos to her, but to them (to Lucas) is organized, strict drills. Her eyes land on Lucas (by accident, she tells herself), and they rest there (because she has no where else to look, she tells herself).
or: Ms. Kelly thought it would be good for Max to stay busy— by working the concessions stand at Lucas’s basketball game.
Read here on Ao3!
“she laughed. it sounded like the birds from cinderella”
lucas says things like, “i’m going to give you the moon,” when he’s talking to max, his eyes so big and brown and soft she could melt into them— and she knows, by how he smooths his fingers across her brow, that he sure will try.
she thinks that’s more than enough.
lumax deserves the world, in my humble opinion.
lucas gives max his biggest, brownest, shiniest puppy dog eyes when he wants a kiss.
they’ll be hanging out in her room, backs pressed against the headboard of her bed. his arm is slung over her shoulder while she flicks through a magazine, and the radio’s fizzing static in their ears because there’s a summer storm rattling on outside, but it’s okay, because she’s listening to him amble on about—whatever. something science-y, or sporty or lovey-dovey (really, his words become background noise sometimes, but she likes it when he talks because his voice calms her) and it’s nice and comfortable and perfect.
she doesn’t realise he’s gone quiet until she flips the page of her magazine— this one’s about how to dress for your colours, whatever that means— and she turns her head to peer at him, pale eyebrows scrunched. usually, it’s impossible to get her boyfriend to quiet down when she wants him to. it’d be concerning, if she didn’t immediately recognise the pretty face being turned up at her.
“hi,” he says, in that solemn, love-sick tone that she secretly adores.
“what do you want?” max asks curtly, even though she’s been through this a hundred times before. it’s just routine now; instinctual to pretend to be surprised by it.
lucas doesn’t say anything. just flutters his curly lashes at her and leans in slightly and crinkles his nose and looks disarmingly adorable. it makes her feel sick. it makes her feel warm, and fuzzy, and she wants to bash her skull against the wall because when did she get so mushy, anyway?
she rolls her eyes. “oh my god.” lucas furrows his brow and makes himself look demure and lovely. the light from her side table glows in his hair; against his skin, all golden and celestial and sweet. “you’re so stupid. like, really. you look ridiculous,” she smooths her fingers over the glossy paper in her hands, “seriously, sinclair?”
lucas smiles with all of his perfect teeth and it makes her stomach swoop. “maxie,” he says and his voice sounds like honey around her name. she could listen to him all day. “may i please have a kiss?”
melodramatically, she sighs because she’s embarrassed (they’ve been dating for like, two years now and his antics haven’t subsided one bit) and lucas smiles sweeter and she thinks she’s in love with an idiot. “oh my god,” she repeats, though gentleness is creeping up into her tone. “fine, if it’ll get you to stop.”
he cheers and she ignores it and pulls him in sagely by the collar of his denim jacket; presses her mouth to his. he’s warm. tastes a bit like coke and lasagna and the fruit roll-ups they’d eaten for dessert. he doesn’t stop smiling.
it’s absurd. it’s perfect.
max starts smiling too.
post the battle of starcourt, max is still very disturbed by billy's death so lucas, the amazing boyfriend he is, tells her in full detail about dustin and suzie's never ending story sing a long moment and that's the first time max genuinely laughs since starcourt
This scene kills me every time. They're so adorkable. ❤️🔥