After thinking about this whole returning stuff, I’ve decided to move the blog. Old relationships won’t change, unless my partners want to change something in it, or have a fresh start. But it’s easier this way, –for me, I mean. If you are still interested, you can find me ON the link below:
you may spread the words :D
After thinking about this whole returning stuff, I’ve decided to move the blog. Old relationships won’t change, unless my partners want to change something in it, or have a fresh start. But it’s easier this way, –for me, I mean. If you are still interested, you can find me ON the link below:
you may spread the words :D
After thinking about this whole returning stuff, I’ve decided to move the blog. Old relationships won’t change, unless my partners want to change something in it, or have a fresh start. But it’s easier this way, –for me, I mean. If you are still interested, you can find me ON the link below:
you may spread the words :D
After thinking about this whole returning stuff, I’ve decided to move the blog. Old relationships won’t change, unless my partners want to change something in it, or have a fresh start. But it’s easier this way, –for me, I mean. If you are still interested, you can find me ON the link below:
you may spread the words :D
After thinking about this whole returning stuff, I’ve decided to move the blog. Old relationships won’t change, unless my partners want to change something in it, or have a fresh start. But it’s easier this way, –for me, I mean. If you are still interested, you can find me ON the link below:
you may spread the words :D
After thinking about this whole returning stuff, I’ve decided to move the blog. Old relationships won’t change, unless my partners want to change something in it, or have a fresh start. But it’s easier this way, --for me, I mean. If you are still interested, you can find me ON the link below:
...or not sorry, I don’t really know at this point. Actually I don’t know if there’s still somebody who remembers and wants to rp with this a-hole. Whatever. This is only a friendly heads up. And I’m not really sorry for not being around, because I went back to school, and as horrifying as it sounds, I enjoy it, even though I grumble about it all the time. And I’m also back to work. So let’s add this two and what we get? Yes, Nat!mun with no free time whatsoever. But I miss this. I know I wasn’t too popular, but I hope there are still a few people who’d like to rp with me. Maybe? And I’d like to concentrate on them. Sounds harsh? So be it. In order to that I’d like to get some heads-up. Just give me a sign if you still interested in roleplying with Natasha and let’s do something. Okay? Okay. Well, this is me, being back. Love you all
"Did you just… finish?" "They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous." "Sorry, I can’t. I’m on my period." "I’m not actually feeling anything." "I’m sorry, I don’t know why this is happening. Or… isn’t happening." "Are you getting any closer?" "Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!" "What do you do when you’re on your own? Maybe that’ll help." "This isn’t going to work out, is it? Do you maybe want to do something else? Watch a movie? Anything?" "I think it’s not wet enough." "Ow, why do you keep doing that?! I said ‘no teeth’!" "I know we’re kind of busy, but I actually need to pee…" "Oh, no, no, no! I’m definitely not into that." "Can’t do that one right now. Constipated." "Do you have any fantasies? Maybe that could turn you on." "Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore." "Shit sorry, am I going too fast?" "Don’t move! Your earring is caught in my hair!" "Maybe we should spice it up a little. I’m actually getting quite bored…" "Damn it, the batteries are running out. Please tell me you have new ones." "Wait, I thought you were joking when you said you wanted to try this." "Wow okay, I don’t know whether that’ll fit." "Is it really hurting too much? Do you need me to stop?" "I may have just farted…"
Every morning after his run, Bucky had been encouraged to spend some time on his own somewhere public. Not at the risk of endangering himself but to get used to and absorb every day life. Steve had been on at him for months to give it a try and when Bucky had eventually agreed, he had planned it like a mission. To scout out every single coffee shop and try and drink and something soft from each. While his stomach still couldn’t handle much, he did like to nibble.
Coffee in hand and attention focused on a couple arguing over the difference between a cappuccino and a latte, he hadn’t expected company, least of all from Stark. Rather than divulge that to her, he pointed at her cup. “He gave you his number.”
From all the people she knew, she expected to see him the least. Like, what was he doing out here without Cap? But maybe it was good. A chance to get to know him without the selfelected guard dog. Nat really didn't understand why Steve feared for him so much. Not like the guy couldn't protect himelf or something... "Are you jealous?" She asked with a smile and yes, she was aware of that. Happened to her all the time and she couldn't be bothered anymore. "You can have it once I finished the coffee. Or I can call him too... Depends on how devastated it made him that I gave up our budding romance for a more handsome man. Is he devastated? ----I don't want to turn around, so is he?"
Steve grinned at her words. “I really appreciate that. That you will still love me even if I get fat.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Only you could make such a compliment.” Steve leant back and tilted his head to look at her, his grin spreading wider at her question. “Well…” He shrugged his shoulders and started to laugh a little. “Maybe I have… I mean… I can’t say no to lasagna…”
"Hey, I said meat ball and not fat, if I'm not mistaken. But you're welcome." She grinned back at him proudly as she straightened her back a little, trying to look as innocent as possible. But then again, they were at the lasagna. Still grinning, Natasha answered: "Gainign weight can't get between us, but touch it and I'll leave you for good."
Steve had been tired after they finally ended the surgery. Somehow it seemed that they had given him some strong stuff to kill the pain and make him dizzy. He had his eyes closed, his limps not really that easy to move as he heard the door open. He could already smell Natasha’s perfume. Obviously she had waited for him until she could finally come and see him. Steve heard the low noise of a chair she was probably pulling closer to sit down next to the bed and then he felt her hand on his. A smile spread over his face and he opened his eyes slowly. “Hey…” His voice was hoarse and he felt thirsty.
He was breathing, his heart was still beating. That was good---- and suddenly the weight was removed from her shoulders and she wanted to cry in relief. But she was Nat Stark, so c'mon. Her hands was small compared to his as she held it and gently caressed it. It wasn't easy to notice that quiet noise made, or maybe it was because she was tired too. But once she realized he was awake, she became more vigilant than ever. She jumped to her feet and leand closer, her free hand moving instinctly to brush to his hair. "Hey there! Hey... How are you feeling?"
Steve had stayed on the couch for a while, the promised food totally forgotten. His thoughts had circled around Natasha. Around their life together and how it would turn out from now on. Now that she knew about his intentions. What he wanted for life. It was some time later he had turned on the tv but not really interested in the shows. First when Steve started to yawn he realized how late it had become. His eyes turned to the clock on the wall, noticing that it was shortly after midnight. With a sigh he got up. Natasha was still down. Probably it would take her some more hours until she would be ready to face him. Even though it would be just for normal stuff. So he got into the kitchen, knowing that she would probably look for food first. He prepared a plate for her and put it in the fridge, leaving a short note on top before he turned to their bedroom. He changed into his sleeping short and crawled into bed although he could hardly find any sleep, listening to any noise from the other rooms to show him that Natasha was finally up again.
Taking a good look around in the fridge, it would have been hard to miss the plate with the food. She totally forgot that he promised this for her. Nat took it out and sighed. Suddenly she felt guilty. For a very long moment she just stood there, staring at the plate in her hands. Then she just turned around and walked to their room. She could see his silhouette on the bed, but she didn't know whether he was up or not. Carefully she climbed up to the bed, crossing her legs and placing the plate on the top of them. He was just too goddamn good for her. She didn't deserved him or anything he had done for her, like that stupid plate of food. He would have made such a great father, yes. Taking a deep breath quietly Nat waited for him to do something. For once she was about to force herself to be an adult and have a serious conversation.
