Let me put you on hold

| Riley/King | he/him(trans) | Pan | Ace

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Y/N: We are on opposite sides of the tomato- no. I mean-

Natasha: What? You mean coin? Two sides of a coin.

Y/N: Yes, I said that.

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You little bitch turning me into an incorrect quote

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Yooo

I’m not dead. Hehe. Had some shit pop up in my life and just sort of had to be off tumblr for a while. And that will continue for an indefinite amount of time. I’m really sorry and I still love all of y’all!

💛💛💛

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So you just expose me as an idiot to all of your followers? How dare you? 😂 Nah it's fine, I mean it's not a well kept secret that I'm not the brightest ahahaha

And ohhhh nooo :( but you deserve le sleeps :(

And it absolutely is true! I mean the fact alone that you can compete with Mackie and Seb in that aspect is incredibly impressive and all I'm here for. Well apart being here for you in general since you're pretty cool.

And shushhhhhhh. You too. Two can play that game after all hehe. You is precious 🥰 but yeah, trying my best to not be an assist since I'm hoping they'll keep me in a full position once I graduate. Our headmaster is also really chill which makes it easier to not be an asshat since you do t really have to pretend you're someone you're not.

- awkward nonnie

hey i exposed myself too. we’re both dumbassses.

pffft sleep is for the straights

dude you’re so sweet wtf. I’m just an obsessive bitch who channels that attention into natasha so i dont freak real people out.

well I’m glad you can chill. i hope you get to keep your job hon. that sounds like graduating would be a lot less stressful

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I am absolutely an idiot and forgot to sign my last ask, so the little shit™ was me in case you're wondering

- awkward nonnie

lol no i jnew it was you. except i totally though it accidentally deleted the first one. (it was just in queue)

[king-star]

Ew 6:45 on a Sunday? That does sound like fun. Can you at least sleep in a little tomorrow?

And yeah, get yourself someone that looks at you like Mackie at Seb or you at Nat. Which rhymes and what rhymes is always good. So naturally it's also true. You can't fight that logic!

Oh please don't let yourself be deceived 😂😂 I absolutely am a little shit™. Well tall, but those are technicalities that aren't important. I've just learned to tone it down a bit since with working as a substitute at a primary school they kinda want you to be a somewhat responsible adult haha.

i’ll probably sleep till like 7 tomorrow. i never get rest 😅boss man decided to take a day off so it was up to three of us to set everything up.

lol. it’s truth. i mean yeah it rhymes it’s naturally true. right?

nawh you are super sweet. idc what you say. but fair enough. although all the subs i had in school were absolute asshats.

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Hey it’s ace week and you’re local ace has something to say! I’ve been out as ace for 3 years now and it’s still a big part of my identity that I’m proud of so here’s a lil something for those who need it!

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@werewolfbarbie

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@nyx-aira ✨

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HELL YEAH 🖤🤍💜

HAPPY ACE WEEK TO MY FELLOW ACES

[delad-gladje-delad-sorg-deactiv]

Reblog to send every single person who has read one of your stories a forehead kiss

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Glad you're home! Hope you were able to get that lemonade :)

And yes they are! It's unfair just how attractive they are. It really should be illegal.

Hahahaha that's only fair. Honestly, every time you talk about Nat I have in mind how Mackie talks about Sebastian and it's 👌🏻 *chefs kisses*

Tbh I'm so happy I've send that ask because ugh you're so sweet and nice. Who allowed you to be this nice?????

- awkward nonnie

yeah got home and then had to be up at 6:45 for tech set up. it’s fun.

lol yes my infatuation with her is just as strong as the love anthony and seb have.

awe 🥺 dude you are too sweet. i assure you I’m not that nice. you’re just a nice person and I’m trying my best to reciprocate. 💛

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Confidence

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: Based on a request for more sad/insecure Natasha being comforted. I wrote a story called ‘It’s the End of the World (As We Know it)’ and in my head this loosely follows that. You don’t have to read it beforehand, though.

When you’d first met Natasha, at the Stark party that you’d had no right to attend, you’d been struck by her confidence.

Keep reading

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Yeah, sure of course! And I will :) I'm already bricking it and I haven't even handed in the paper haha it's just such a relief that it's finally coming to an end since this have been both the fastest and slowest 12 weeks. I think I'm gonna sleep for a week straight once I come back from handing it in.

Lemonade sounds great! Now I want some too :( but yeah feel ya. Used to work a lot of weekends too back when I was supervising camps. Kinda glad that now it's only home office when I have to do stuff for work on weekends haha. How much longer until you can go home?

Yessssss! She caused real bi panic for me even though I didn't know it was bi panic at that time because how can't you be into her right? I mean, look at her??? She's a fucking badass! Though I have to admit that Wanda kinda stole my heart haha. I'm biased though since I just love the X-Men universe. Then again TONY??? There's just too many people to adore man.

Honestly all the Captain America fils just crack me up because whenever they talk German it's hilariously bad and I love it. Though the first one is definitely pretty slow and the weakest of the Captain America films, fully agree with you there.

Also sorry my replies are always so rambly

- awkward nonnie

yes dude go sleep. you deserve it.

I’m about to go home now! I’m sorry hon. glad you don’t have to do that anymore

yes wanda, tony, nat. all of them are so hot 😍

they aren’t the greatest but i love them. anything with nat in it is just gold. I’m more than a little obsessed with her. 😅

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Ahhhh no, no worries love haha I honestly wasn't even sure if I had pressed send or not, since I'm quite spaced out, so it's partially on me too haha. Sorry about that. If everything goes according to plan I should have the letter about my grade for that paper by Christmas (it's scheduled for 6 weeks after deadline).

And working on weekends sucks :( you gotta treat yourself once you're done!! You deserve it 🥰

I'm honestly a sucker for Tony, like for real, he owns my ass. But also Nat in Iron Man 2? Oufff. Though, admittedly, I've actually been down the rabbit hole of all the "Chris Evans Being a Child for 16 Minutes" videos today because if that can't cheer someone up then what can? Really gotta watch Schmaptain America again though. Haven't seen in ages now that I'm thinking about it.

-awkward nonnie

ah you’re all good. i’ll just delete the other one. please let me know how it goes dear!

yeah working weekends fucking sucks but it’ll be fine. ill just get some lemonade on the at home. I’m already 3 hrs in.

I’m a whore for nat. like the second i saw her in iron man 2 i was like PLEASE DEAR GOD LET HER BE A REGULAR CHARACTER. it honestly wasn’t worth the rewatch. civil war and winter soldier are some of my favourites but not this

[king-star]

Uhhhh you are absolutley fucking stunning. You have such an amazing heart and soul. You brighten up everyone you meet. You are so not annoying.

W⃠h⃠y⃠ c⃠a⃠n⃠t⃠ y⃠o⃠u⃠ s⃠e⃠e⃠ y⃠o⃠u⃠ t⃠h⃠e⃠ w⃠a⃠y⃠ I⃠ f⃠u⃠c⃠k⃠i⃠n⃠g⃠ d⃠o⃠?⃠

ᧁꪮᦔ 𝓲 ꪶꪮꪜꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ.

i swear. you’re gonna make me blush. you’re so sweet and thank you hon. you too tho. you’re so so nice

[king-star]

I think my previous response got lost, but I just wanted to thank you again for your reply! It was really sweet and honestly it's so good to hear you're doing good and that you have such an amazing support system. People like that are literally gold! Hope you're having a nice weekend 🥰🥰

I'm feeling a bit better. I just caught a very bad cold mixed with a sinus infection that's pit me on antibiotics (which my body hates) and all of that a week before I have to hand in a very important paper that'll determine whether I can attempt to finish my first degree in spring or not. So not good timing on that, mixed with the stress of that and repressed grief coming up are just yeah, a bit much. I've send the paper out to a friend now who's gonna check it for mistakes, so hopefully it'll be in printing by Thursday. Didn't treat myself to take out yesterday like I had planned, but did watch all 3 Iron Man films which was nice and gonna get that takeout today because I'm just dead and can't be bothered to cook haha. I'm finally less groggy though, which is nice.

-awkward nonnie

ahahaha it didn’t get lost I’m just like bad at responding 😅😅😅😅😅

my weekend is ok i guess. working today and i really don’t wanna be. shit dude. make sure to be taking vitamin c. it really helps with colds and shit.

ON TOP OF AN IMPORTANT PAPER. GOD HELP YOU HON. i really hope it goes well for you dear.

yes treat yoself. takeout is so much better than cooked food if you’re lazy. but like iron man movies 👀 i watched captain america last night

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Chciałbym, żebyś zrozumiał, co mi robisz. Jak mnie rozśmieszasz. Uśmiechnij się. NA ŻYWO. przepraszam, jestem pijany.

ethan 😂 hon make sure to drink some water this morning. i hope you didn’t buy too many more mcdoubles

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Just wanted to say that you’re my tumblr crush or whatever 💛🥺

L̶i̶k̶e̶ h̶o̶w̶ a̶r̶e̶ y̶o̶u̶ s̶o̶ f̶u̶c̶k̶i̶n̶g̶ c̶u̶t̶e̶?̶

awe thanks hon 😂 idk why. I’m legit so annoying. and if you mean my face (wait have i ever shown my face?)

then you have weird taste I’m so ugly.

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From Russia With Love

Warning: Blood, violence, mild suggestive jokes

Match: Bond!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Genre: Angst/fluff

A/N: This was inspired by a suggestion from my lovely friend @subjectac7 and the fact i watched black widow and No time to die in the same day. At some point i may actually write a part 2

Word Count: ~2000

At this point the amount of times you had “retired” was comical. When you had gone into M’s office and placed down the paper officially giving your notice for retirement he’d nearly laughed.

“Retiring again so soon 007? It’s only been a year and a half since the last time,”

his hand swished the contents of his shot glass while he kicked his feet on the table.

“Where is it this time? Jamaica? No no I believe we’ve already soul searched Jamaica. How about Australia? They have many islands where you can live out your days in a cabana, making love to women and drinking your martinis; Shaken not stirred. That is, of course, until some world saving mission drags you back and you humour us for another couple years,”

You screwed up your face at his words. You knew they were true. Despite all attempts to let your license to kill expire, you always wound up back here. In M’s office, feebly attempting to impress Moneypenny with your scarily accurate aim and poking fun at Q as he fitted you with new toys for supposed “suicide” mission. Because despite all your skill and innumerable declarations of death there were two things you knew for certain in this ever changing world: the greed of mankind would never cease to amaze. And this was a business you were never free of until you truly stopped breathing.

Still, you tried. Abs here you were. Not in Jamaica or Australia, but Norway. You had contacted many “friends” and set up a completely self sustaining home in a small town in Norway.

You were on your way to town. Your grey Aston Martin stowed away in the garage and traded for a simpler jeep. An older jeep but still a jeep. The car hummed loudly as cool air whipped through your loose hair. It was chilly, being September, but it felt good. Today was Friday. Fish Fry Friday. The day of the week your favourite restaurant opted for a more British approach to handling their fish. So trading in your normal canned soup for fresh caught fish and chips you'd climbed into the car and made the small journey to town.

Your Jeep came to a loud stop as you pulled into the restaurant parking lot. You stepped out into the night, wrapping your arms around yourself and pulling your puffy coat tighter to your goose bump speckled skin. Your hand reached for the door knob and you jiggled it. You found it to be locked. Your head turned over your shoulder where the neon “open” sign announced it was open for business. It was dead, and on the other side of the glass a message was taped.

“Sorry, Usual fish fry canceled due to shortage of catches today. Come again nect week”

You groaned deeply and kicked the ground. Hungry and defeated your eyes turned to the only place that would still be open this late. You dragged your feet as you walked into the beer stained, stuffy bar.

“One scotch, on the rocks,”

The bartender nodded and poured you a glass of scotch. You nodded and handed them the cash, scanning the bar for a place to sit. As you scanned your eyes landed on a red head in a long sleeve grey shirt. Even through the long sleeves her toned muscles were obvious. Normally you weren't attracted to women with strength that threatened to match your own, though you certainly had no objection to it. You took your glass and sauntered over to the table she was sat at.

“Mind if I join you?”

She looked up, ready to object, then realising this truly was the only open seat in the packed bar nodded a yes.

“Drinking alone?”

Her unfriendly demeanor had been so strong that when she willingly started a conversation it surprised.

“We’re all sharing a drink called loneliness, but it's better than drinking alone.”

She screwed up her face at the comment.

“You don't seem the Billy Joel type I must say,”

You laughed and took a sip of your drink.

“I’m not. Just someone who drinks in bars a lot. Piano man is a particular favourite of struggling performers who hope to make it big just like good ole Billy.”

She laughed, and the reaction surprised you more than even her starting the conversation.

“Never seen you around here before. You new, Queen Elisabeth?”

You rolled your eyes at the knock on your accent.

“As you so kindly pointed out, I’m not from around here.”

You knew your British accent did not blend at all with the friendly tone of the Norwegian’s.

“I moved to an off grid cabin about two months ago. What about you,”

You weren’t going to mention it but her accent was obviously American born and bred. There was something off about it though. Something that greatly rubbed you the wrong way but you couldn’t place.

“Ah yes. I’m from America. I moved up here for college three years ago and decided to stay after I graduated. I actually live in an airstream about 10 miles west of town,”

You nodded and took a sip of your drink. You realised suddenly that the two of you might be neighbours. The man who had set you up with the house had mentioned a few others lived in clearings of the wooded areas in the few miles that surrounded your house.

“That’s funny… I live out there too. Maybe we're neighbours,”

You both wanted to laugh at the comment but something about the unlikeliness of that coincidence had your guard up. Then she laughed and startled you greatly as a hand was set on your shoulder.

“Sorry I just realised. I forgot to ask your name,”

She smiled at you expectantly. You pondered the seemingly innocent request.

“Bond. Y/N Bond,”

She contemplated for a moment then reached out a hand.

“Natalia Rachmaninoff,”

You took her hand and shook it firmly.

“Like the composer?”

She just laughed at the comment and took a sip of her drink. The highly Russian origins of her name had your brain putting pieces together. Then it hit you. The tinge to her voice that you couldn’t quite place. All the skills in the world could never hide the round throaty accent of Russians from its almost polar opposite of an American accent. You downed the rest of your drink and then set it on the table.

“Your name is very slavic for being an American. Your family from there?”

Her eyes widened and though she controlled her breathing you could see a slight shake to her.

“Yes. My mother came from a town few miles west of St. Petersburg.”

You nodded and looked at her with an unimpressed face. Her lies weren’t believable. Whoever she was she wasn’t American but she definitely was a novice.

“Mhm. So are you going to tell me who you really are and who you are working for?”

You were met with an answer just not the one you wanted. She stood up and overturned the table moving to run towards the door. Yells were heard as the other people in the bar watched her run. No one parted the way and thus she was slowed down. You nearly caught up to her, slowed by the crowded bar as well.

She ripped open the door and ran out into the night. You reached for a gun at your hollister but since moving to Norway you’d lost the habit of carrying one. Natalia sprinted off towards a white land rover at an impressive pace.

You threw open the door of your jeep, pulled the pistol from under your driver's seat, and chased after her. Though she was quick you caught up to her just as fast. With the gun in your right hand you dove and trapped her legs with your arms pulling her to the ground. She grunted as her hand hit the ground, stopping herself. You let go and moved to train the gun on her head.

She kicked violently, knocking the pistol from your hands and threw herself so she was crouched. A movement you couldn’t do from the sheer amount of momentum you’d have to build and execute from your core. She trained a gun you hadn’t seen her get on your forehead.

You reached for the gun that had dropped from your grasp. Her foot stepped on your wrist. Your teeth gritted in pain. From the angle she could easily snap your wrist if it wasn’t fractured already.

“you get one chance. Tell me who you are working under or I blow a hole in your pretty face,”

She leaned down, sitting on your chest but her foot kept firmly planted against your wrist.

“you really think I’m pretty?”

She pressed in more and shifted so her weight was more on your chest. You gritted your teeth and growled.

“I don’t work for anyone. I retired but before i worked for MI6,”

Her eyes widened and she let up a bit. A rookie mistake. With a buck of your hips she fell forward. You trapped an arm and in a moment she was below you.

“Now this was more of the position I thought we’d be in tonight,”

She rolled her eyes and squirmed. Your weight was just too much for her to escape.

Your hands removed the gun from her hands and soon you have two guns on her. You placed them both on her temples and grinned.

“you get one chance. Tell me who you are working under or I blow a hole in your pretty face”

you repeated in a mocking tone. She growled and shifted up but you pressed the gun into her head to remind her it was there.

“I don’t work for anyone either. I-I’m trying to defect. I was trained as an agent for the KGB but I want to go to the US. Work for the agency there,”

Her features remained the same but some kind of pain swam in her eyes. She had a deeply emotional reason for this choice. No one left the KGB without being talented as fuck. Most wouldn’t risk it without a sincerely good reason.

You didn't let up off her but dropped the guns from her face and she relaxed under your weight letting out a huff.

“Well shit…”

She laughed and nodded.

“Shit indeed.”

Everything in you told you not to trust her. Trust the woman who by birth was against your country. Everything but your gut. The very thing you'd trusted and found love in. But you'd also buried that love. Even so you shifted your weight and kicked your legs out standing up. You reached out a hand.

“Always the cycle,” you muttered to yourself, “ I believe we have a good deal to talk about Rachmaninoff.”

She took the hand and vaulted herself up.

“Call me Romanoff.”

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