#Nat muse

[imxthexhandler]

Clint: "I'm going to hijack a helicopter and airlift two dozen dogs out of this house on 43rd Street that isn't taking care of them. Their illegal stuff should negate my illegal stuff, right???"

Nat: "I'm kind of worried about the number of agents looking at my butt these days. It's not that I care that their attention is on it but they're willing to get caught looking... am I less scary than I used to be? Should I intimidate them more?"

Steve: "You don't need to dramatically rescue me or anything, but if you could call me in half an hour so that I have an excuse to get out of the meeting with that senator, that would be fantastic."

Tony: "What do you mean SHIELD doesn't need hovercrafts? Everyone needs hovercrafts in their life."

( @bokketo)

YOU HAVE FOUR NEW VOICE MESSAGES.

Amelia held in a sigh. For the past two-and-a-half hours, she'd been stuck going over the Avengers' expense reports for S.H.I.E.L.D. related missions, and it'd been a headache.

She hadn't even had a chance to eat breakfast yet, and it was near one in the afternoon. What started as a dull ache at her temple now felt like a sharp icicle stabbing her through her left eye.

Now, she was back in her office, her coffee cold, and four new messages on her phone.

"Okay, might as well get started..." she mumbled and sighed before hitting play and putting it on speaker while she worked the Keurig she had in her office.

She almost dropped her mug when she heard Barton's message, spinning around and marching back to her desk where her phone laid, yelling at it, "Are you kidding me?"

She wasn't even gone for a whole day! How did this happen?

She picked up her office phone, already dialing Clint's cell number when Natasha's message played.

At that point, Amelia sighed. Oh great. Now, she was going to have to rein in Nat before she terrorized the new recruits into quitting.

"What next?" she grumbled.

Of course, she had to ask.

"Captain?" she whined before groaning. "Jesus, please tell me he didn't go on a lecture that's being shared on YouTube..." she mumbled under her breath, getting more exasperated and frustrated as her call to the infamous Hawkeye went to the voicemail.

"Damnit, Barton," she growled, dialing again. If that archer just thought he could ignore her and she'd go away!...

...And then Tony mentioned the hovercrafts.

Oh no. What did that mean? What was he planning?

AND WHY THE FRAK WAS CLINT NOT ANSWERING HIS PHONE?!

She was debating whether or not to try him for a third time, call to try and see if she could get Steve to calmly leave the meeting, tell Nat to rein it in and not scare the newbies too badly, or if she needed to call Tony to tell him to stop ordering things on the S.H.I.E.L.D. expense account or tamper with S.H.I.E.L.D. property and technology to develop new 'toys', when her office phone rang this time.

"Davidson," she answered.

"Hi, Agent Davidson. The Deputy Director has requested you to meet her at her office. Immediately," came the smooth voice of Maria Hill's secretary.

She gritted her teeth, forcing a smile as she replied politely, "Yes, ma'am, I'll be right there." She hung up the call, almost screaming in frustration.

"...I have not had enough coffee for this..." she mumbled under her breath then sighed again.

"Well...better get back to work..."

#bokketo #Clint muse #Nat muse #Steve muse #Tony muse #voicemails #(OMG I loved this thank you!) #(long post) #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[mccoyquialisms]

I have NEVER seen the dice want a motherfucker dead as much as they did Calroy at the London live show

#that was AMAZING #can’t believe I witnessed a live Beardsley Nat 20 #and then a Nat 1 for the opposed athletics??? #the dice wanted him GONE ASAP #dimension 20 #dimension 20 live #my musings #d20 live #dimension 20 spoilers #can this have spoilers??? I have no idea the etiquette here #dropout

[lingeringscars]

Nat and travis as the last ones to get back when Jackie's outside. Nat and travis as the last ones to get back when they're preparing to cremate jackie. Nat as the one to stay outside all night. Nat as the one to carry her bones, saying no to travis. Nat as the only one after shauna to say goodbye.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets tw #shauna watching out the window bc shaunanat jackienat and shaunajackie all real #muse: nat scatorccio #meta: nat scatorccio #dyn: nat x jackie #dyn: nat x travis

[courtesons]

for @nat-muses

Peter had been working at this particular bar for a few months now, mostly just as a server though occasionally having to play host as well. There were plenty of regulars, most he'd become familiar with but one in particular had stuck out to him. A guy by the name of Sean, he didn't necessarily say much to Peter but he always felt the man's eyes on him as he was working yet oddly it never made him uncomfortable like some lingering gazes could. If anything it make him blush a little and the man always made sure to tip him well which he'd appreciated.

Tonight just so happened to be one of those busier nights with more than a few more demanding and rowdy patrons that Peter did his best to grin and bear - one in particular who was crossing more than a couple boundaries. But eventually he found his way to Sean's table, his curls a bit of a mess from the franticness of the day. "Sorry for making you wait Sir" He apologized, sheepish smile. "Is there anything I can get you in particular for tonight? The usual?"

#c:peter #nat-muses

[wintercosmickillsx]

shower Bucky!

#Bucky Barnes #and yes that's Nat in the background #but it could also be YOUR muse ;)

[zellink]

MORE DOODLES SORRY

#i love her face so much she is my muse. #in the trenches with with my writing WIPs rn so doodling it is #flowerpower art #nat says

[daydreamdoodles]

I am soooo obsessed with season 3 Kyana. Like her little speech to Endellion??? The way her tone was light and plain and so absolutely menacing???? Her complete and utter confidence in her friends. In VR LA. The way she is so ready to beat this man bloody dead.

#day musings #rolling with difficulty #kyana rwd #Deserved nat 20 #Oloranwé !!!! #planescape flavored kalashtar!! #frankly. In love with her

[quiveringdeer]

Musings about Toshinori discovering your collection of sex toys

once again, additions from the beautiful @birds-have-teeth are bracketed by -- and italicized

just imagining him coming by when yall have been together a while now, he brings food ((because eating or cooking together is one of my fave tropes and it goes with my toshi hc histories))

It had been a deep cleaning typa day and so that included your toys, which happened to be out and drying on the bathroom counter, thinking nothing about it.

When toshi goes to the bathroom and comes back he's got an unreadable expression and aura around him.

"You okay, babe?"

he gives you a tight-lipped smile/grimace is probs better descriptor but he nods his head and helps you finish cleaning up from the meal you both enjoyed before it was time for couch cuddles.

It was a usual routine at this point. One he looked forward to when he wasn't on a patrol rotation. Since you two had started dating he actually took his given time off since he had someone outside of work to spend it with now.

Sometimes you'd watch TV. Sometimes you'd play some music and read together or talk. He really wants to talk tonight but he doesn't at the same time. How's he supposed to voice all the worries and doubts drowning his thoughts right now.

He's caught up in his own little world and comes easily when you tug him down on the couch with you.

"Toshi, what's wrong?"

"Uh, nothings wrong." The lie comes quick and easy but is in no way convincing.

You level him with an unimpressed eyebrow quirk.

"Bunny."

He gulps. Blushes deeply at the sweet petname you'd taken up calling him. Your hand's still holding onto his and you reach up with your other hand to gently grip his chin, turning his face to you.

"Please tell me, Bunny."

His mouth is so dry. "I...I saw..in the bathroom...I...there was..." His voice is so deep and coupled with the stammering it's difficult to make out what he's trying to say but the word, bathroom, comes across clear and instantly makes you recall your earlier cleaning.

"Oh. You saw my toys?" Your hand drops from his chin and he nods stiffly.

You smile and it's not the expression he was expecting, nor wants, considering the way his stomach drops. Was it so obvious that he wasn't satisfying you? Should he have known? How did he miss it?

In your mind you think he's just nervous cause maybe it's his first time seeing any kind of sex toy in person. You wouldn't be wrong about that. But you're not aware of any of the feelings of inadequacy weighing on him because of them.

"You had me worried for a minute. No need to be embarrassed, Bunny. I'll put them away before we go to bed."

He's not sure what else to say as you casually brush aside his embarrassment and fears. But you're not laughing at him. At least there's that right? Toshi remains quiet as you stretch out on the couch, encouraging him to do the same then letting your fingers play absently in his hair as you switch on the TV.

I have no idea how you finally figure out what's actually wrong but there was that in my head.

hmmm maybe he gets some inspiration while he's laying there feeling sorry for himself a bit and decides that what he should do is try to prove that he can please you how you need and starts nuzzling into your neck, kissing and sucking gently and letting his hands roam around. eventually gets situated where he can slide down your pants and start eating you out since he knows that's one thing you've taught him how to do well --at least you told him he does.

Thiiiiiis also had me thinking about taking him on a date to a nice--not sleezy and cringe--sex shop and gosh the way he'd hold your hand in a vice grip as you tug him around and try to make him speak up on his opinions of certain items.

--Oh my gosh he’d be so out of place, trailing closely behind whoever you went because he’d be terrified of getting lost in there.

So, *so* many questions too, like “what does that do?” “what’s that for?” and then his flustered “OH”s when you explain.

him being completely flabbergasted by the size of some of the toys like, “those actually fit???”--

Buying him HIS FIRST toy!!!!!

it's too late for me to think clear enough to decide what it will be but maybe at this point in the relationship you've only casually teased his sweet little hole while giving him blowjobs or such.

so maybe it's a lil anal plug training kit or something. Something you offer to keep at your place and help him use because he's soooo nervous about the prospect but trusts that it will feel good cause YOU say it will.

or I dunno, maybe that all is later and ooooo maybe it's a cute lil set of nipple clamps? or those lil suction cup thingies cause you know how much he gets off on having his nipples played with? so many possibilities

#toshinori x reader #nat writes #toshinori smut #toshinori smut imagines #toshinori musings #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha musings

[guhamun]

-Adds an oc on here-

#-CRIES- after this I'm just adding nat and calling it a day for 4534543 months so I can build up what I have #I might one day against better judgement make a blog for this oc #but we'll see -slaps them on here for now- #after like eight yrs of just rping like one or two muses at a time I'm just pretty much #living out my dreams on this little multi #;tbd #;ooc jabber

[wistfulwatcher]

nothing's gonna harm you; misty/nat, 32k, explicit

Nat is waiting for Misty when she comes home, with news of another break-in. Misty makes sure to look shocked and confused when she says, “Oh, no!” and closes the front door behind her. “That’s awful.” Then, smiling wide, she holds up a bag of take-out. “Hungry? You can tell me what you found over dinner.”

or, Misty stages a series of burglaries to get Nat's attention, and it absolutely works. Eventually.

Read on AO3, or find the beginning of the fic below the cut.

Misty isn’t lying that first time.

Well, she maybe exaggerates the situation, sure. But she isn’t lying. Someone was in her house. She was sure of it.

Misty has always been observant, and her vigilance has only increased since they returned from the wilderness. She isn’t forgetful; someone was in her home, and someone was looking for something. And after, they had left a closet door open.

So Misty had done the most logical thing she could do, knowing the crime statistics she did: she put Caligula in a travel cage, she walked right back out of her house to her car, got in, and locked the doors.

And then she called Natalie.

“What?” Nat answers, a little too flat to be an actual question. Misty is used to the irritation in her voice. For a moment she considers reminding Nat of their new relationship—she had come to Misty to get rid of a body just a few days ago, and now they were closer than ever, remember?

But Natalie must be realizing the same thing, because her voice softens to that resigned, bone-tired tone instead. “Hi, Misty.”

Despite the situation, Misty smiles at the way Nat says her name. “Well, I just—” she remembers herself, and pushes her glasses back up. “I don’t want to alarm you, Nat, but someone just ransacked my house.”

“What?” Misty has her attention now. “Who? Why?” Nat doesn’t ask if Misty’s alright, but Misty forgives her—it’s a lot to take in.

“I don’t know. Maybe Adam was working with someone.” Caligula squawks, and Misty holds a finger to her lips until he settles down. “I’m in my car right now. I don’t know if they’re still here.”

“Shit.” Nat sighs hard into the phone, and Misty can almost pretend she feels her breath from the way the line crackles. “Stay in the car. I’m on my way.”

Nat hangs up before Misty can respond. Instead, she beams at Caligula and tells him, “We’ll be alright, sweet boy. Natalie is coming to protect us.”

***

Not While I’m Around is playing for the tenth time when Nat parks behind Misty’s car. Nat’s new vehicle is a far cry from her Porsche: a plain-looking sedan that must be ten years old, and squeaks when she parks it. Misty watches Nat get out in the rear-view window, and imagines that it was probably the fastest thing she could get on her limited funds; Misty knows Nat well enough to have a hard time imagining her without the freedom to leave at any minute.

Nat gets out of the car, and Misty rolls down her window as she walks up. “See anything while you’ve been out here?” she asks, and gestures toward Misty’s house.

From the moonlight and the streetlamps, Misty can see Nat’s rifle on her shoulder, and a few bullets peeking out of the pocket of her denim shorts. Her hair is loose and limp in places but kinked in others, and Misty wonders if she’d been lying in bed when Misty called. Nat leans forward and grabs the window frame. Misty can smell a faint trace of whiskey on her breath, and her hair smells smokey from her cigarettes.

Misty swallows, in awe of the woman in front of her. She doesn’t think she’ll ever get over the raw power Natalie exudes when she’s like this, or how confusing it feels—in moments like these Misty isn’t sure if she wants to be Nat, or be her best friend, or something...else. Something deeper. Something so powerful, it’s frightening.

“N—no, nothing,” she finally remembers herself, and answers Nat.

Sliding the rifle from her shoulder, Natalie checks the gun and loads it, the cracking noise echoing down Misty’s suburban street. “Good. Stay here.”

And she’s off, moving quickly up the stairs to Misty’s door, the heels of her boots clacking loudly up each step.

Misty only hesitates a moment before she whispers to Caligula, “Mommy will be right back,” and gets out of her car. She follows Natalie’s path, and steps across the threshold of her front door.

Suddenly Natalie is pointing the rifle at her face, and Misty’s eyes go wide. “Jesus Christ, Misty!” Nat snaps, lowering the gun and turning back to face the rest of the room. “I told you to wait outside.”

“I didn’t want you to do this alone,” Misty answers, and starts to follow Natalie through the house.

Nat doesn’t respond, just raises the rifle up as she makes her way through Misty’s home. She moves through the space quickly but thoroughly, opening doors and pointing her rifle inside each one. Misty whispers over her shoulder each time, identifying whether each is a room or a closet, and how likely it is someone could be hiding in there.

Natalie doesn’t acknowledge Misty’s words, but she rarely does. Instead, Nat completes the loop around Misty’s home until they wind up in front of the heavy basement door. This time Nat does look over her shoulder, and Misty reaches out to test the basement door. It hasn’t been locked since Jessica left, and it pops open when Misty turns the knob.

The lights are off, and Natalie squints as she peeks through the crack that has been opened. After a moment, her rifle flags a little and she gives Misty a suspicious look. “The fuck is down there?”

“A basement?” she whisper-snorts, because it’s pretty obvious. But Nat’s still looking at her, so she gives a little shrug and reaches across Natalie to the light switch just inside the door. She jerks her hand back as Natalie starts to move into the basement, rifle in front of her as she scans ahead.

There’s nothing down there, and the room is as neat and fresh as she’d left it a few days ago. All signs of Jessica have been destroyed, of course, and the space looks like a normal guest or panic room again.

“What’s all this for?” Nat asks at her normal volume, gun pointed down at the ground as she looks around. She walks over toward the bed, and for a moment Misty’s eyes widen, wondering if Nat will see the handcuffs tucked discretely between the mattress.

Misty’s heart beats faster as she wonders what Nat will think of her if she does; she’d assume that it’s something sexual, right? A thrill rushes up Misty’s spine as she considers what Natalie would think of that. Would she finally see Misty as fun? Would she finally see Misty as someone as flirtatious and sexual as herself? Someone worthy of thinking of like that?

But Nat’s eyes pass smoothly over the bed and back around the rest of the space. Misty feels relief and disappointment in turn, and shrugs innocently when Nat looks at her again.

“My basement guest-slash-panic room. You never know when a maniac will break into your house after all,” she gestures upstairs.

Nat snorts and puts the safety on the rifle before tossing it onto the bed. “What maniac?” She slides her free hands to her lower back and presses her hips out. Her eyes are dark, both from her usual kohl and the intensity with which she looks at Misty. “You said this place was ransacked, and I didn’t see a fucking thing out of place.”

Misty straightens, and pushes her glasses up. “I—I cleaned up a little before I thought to call you,” she scoffs to cover up the lie. Habit,” she shrugs one shoulder, and slides her hands into the pockets of her sweater.

Nat stares straight at Misty before she relaxes her shoulders and lets out a groan, and pulls her hair back away from her face. Misty has always been good at reading Nat—it’s part of why she’s Misty’s favorite, she never hides her irritation—but not in this moment. Nat seems frustrated, but not in the way she usually is with Misty, in the shallow way that Misty is happy to ignore until Nat nears her breaking point.

This time, Nat seems almost sad in her frustration. Disappointed, maybe?

“Fine,” she finally says, voice soft, and slings the rifle over her shoulder. “Show me what it looked like before I got here.”

Misty quirks her head to the side, reading Nat a moment, before she smiles at her and agrees, leading her back up the stairs. Once back up, Misty points out spots in her living room, kitchen, and hallway, where her books and drawers had been rummaged through and knocked over.

And the closet, which had actually been opened, though Misty makes sure not to make that distinction when she points it out.

“And what’s in here?” Nat asks, popping the door open all the way to reveal cleaning supplies and household tools that Misty rarely uses.

Misty shrugs, and looks up at Natalie with her widest eyes. “Nothing of value, surely. I have no idea what they would have been looking for in here, but I doubt they found it. All of my most valuable things are in a safe, and that was untouched.” Nat’s focus drifts from Misty’s face, so she rushes to add in her weakest voice, “That’s why I’m so scared. I have no idea what this could be about. I must have scared them off when I got home.”

As she hoped, Nat focuses back on Misty then, at the worry Misty makes sure is clear on her face. For a moment, Misty wonders if Nat might give her a hug and try to comfort her.

Instead, Nat stands up straighter, and clenches her jaw. “Well, then we need to be prepared for if they come back. If someone was working with Adam, then they probably know about...all of it,” she lowers her voice as she refers to the wilderness. She looks thoughtful, and leans up against the wall. “We might be able to get some answers about the blackmail.”

“Of course,” Misty wants to sigh, knowing by “blackmail” Nat means Travis’s murder, but instead she says it with sunshine and a smile. It would be nice if Natalie was primarily concerned about Misty’s well-being, but she can work with this, too. “We should set up a trap.” She feels a bolt of inspiration, and rushes to add, “And you could stay the night, so if they come back you can interrogate them right away.”

Nat gives her an incredulous look. “I’m not sleeping in your panic room.”

“Oh! My bed is plenty big, we can share. Like a good old-fashioned sleepover.”

Ignoring Misty as usual, Nat pushes off of the wall and walks over to the living room. She nudges the sofa with her knee. “This is fine.” She pulls the afghan Misty made last fall from the back of the couch, and sneers at the many throw pillows crowding the piece of furniture. “What kind of trap?”

Misty bounces a bit in excitement. “Let me grab Caligula, and then I can put a pot of coffee on and we can start brainstorming.” She lifts her shoulders and clasps her hands. “This’ll be fun!”

Read the rest!

#mistynat #mistynat fic #misty x nat #nat x misty #yellowjackets fic #yellowjackets #i did it!!!! #nothing like your muse ghosting you for 7 years and then breezing back in to make you write 30k in 5 days 🙃 #new fandom and new pairing and i am rusty so please be gentle 🙏 #mine #wordles #~~ #(also real talk i am a little emotional about finally writing after so long - mistynat becoming a top tier otp for prompting this rebirth #and also because they're so *clenches fist* fucking meaty) #otp: you should be thanking me

[sunnysssol]

the masculine urge to draw amesuzie as romanogers...

#this is @ my mom specifically bc i overheard her talking to her amigas on the phone #and she was like “yeah sol still draws. i think it's like captain america and his gf or something” #and i KNOW she's talking about nat bc she forgets peggy + she adores nat jshfksjfkdk #sol's musings

[imxthexhandler]

I Think I’ve Summoned Something...

[Continued from here.]

@bokketo:  “That is ominously vague.” Natasha frowns. “Are we talking about summoning a herd of elephants? A swarm of bees? A demon? You’ve gotta be more specific here. I’m assuming it’s not Clint because you would have said someone and not something but… hey, you never know.”

Amelia frowned suspiciously as she glanced into the black sludge that came from the break room coffee maker. “I don’t know, but there is no way this wasn’t a summoning potion or something unholy,” she responded. It almost looked more akin to those slime toys her surrogate nephew loved or thick, halfway dried glue, or just cookie dough that went wrong. She shuddered in disgust and dumped the contents into the trash bin. “I think this thing needs to go out to pasture.”

#bokketo #Nat muse #I think I've summoned something #damnit Barton do your paper-queue

[misty-caligula]

Before the crash, Nat never has anybody watching her back. Her two main friends are complete enablers who just go along with whatever choices she makes, and she just does what she wants, even when they’re intentionally self destructive.

And they ARE self destructive on purpose. Because the first big choice she makes on the show is to kill her dad. The safety’s on but she pulls the trigger, he has the gun because of her, he dies because of her, and she holds that guilt. She bleaches her hair because she can’t stand to look at herself anymore, she hits the booze and the drugs to numb the pain, and she’s just so eaten by it all.

Then, post crash, everyone around her just spends all their time saving her. Not only from her own bad choices but also from any negative thing.

Travis shows her - of all 16 of the ‘jackets - love. He’s clearly upset by many of her choices and still he forgives her over and over. She kills his younger brother to save her own ass and he still stays by her side. He jumps in to save her from the roulette, Javi tries to take her to his cave, Misty stops the hunting party from getting her.

Misty spies on her to keep her safe and then tries to save her from her coke, kills Jessica for her, cleans up Adam’s body for her. The cult/Lottie forcibly kidnap her to stop her killing herself, Travis enters a no-suicide pact, even though it hurts him as well, to keep her alive.

Amongst the rest of the group, Laura Lee explodes to try to save her and Van almost gets killed trying to rescue her. Shauna and Tai stop her shooting Jeff,  and Misty goes to intense lengths to find/rescue her from the cult. Lisa, despite being far younger and really in the thick of her own shit, and having been nearly blinded by her personally tries to pull her back from the brink.

Lottie for all her flaws does her best to try to speak sense to her and help her. Tai spends absurd amounts of money to send her to rehab, apparently multiple times.

Here’s a woman who WANTS to die, who WANTS to self-destruct. Because she hates herself that much, she’s so intensely full of guilt, and she’s absolutely cursed to be surrounded by people who just won’t allow her to. Who love her despite her own self-hatred.

So when Lott is trying to convince them to take the poison, Nat doesn’t say a single word in her own defence. Maybe she feels it serves her right. Maybe she believes she’s on borrowed time.

Maybe, no matter how much she may think it’s bullshit, she just sees a way out and HOPES, maybe finally, maybe now, nobody will stop her, nobody will save her.

#yellowjackets #spoilers #musings about nat

[lingeringscars]

Nats story is very linked to travis, and no matter what she is always going to have love for him. That love is mixed with grief and need, though, and they're never going to have a healthy relationship. They feel like they owe a debt to each other because of everything that they have been through with each other, and the sacrifices that have been made in the name of their love (namely, javi). They understand each other, and nat does feel connected to him in a way that she doesn't the rest of the team. She sees through some of that fragile, toxic exterior to the guy that is trying to be something he isn't. And she really, really loves the guy he is, but she can understand letting rage eat you inside. She can understand lashing out. She can understand feeling emotions so large that you feel like exploding. And she knows what it's like to feel like you don't belong and aren't wanted in your family and how you carry that even when you don't want to. She saw travis climb up the tree for his dad, and she knew this was someone that she would understand, and maybe more importantly and definitely scarier, someone who would also understand her.

#this actually had originated as me being like i don't think i can just Remove that because esp s1 how linked he is #and how...the events of 2x08 happened because travis loves her and was reacting to that #but that doesn't mean I'm locked into them as a romantic ship either #there's just always gonna be deep love there #but instead i apparently had feelings #muse: nat scatorccio #meta: nat scatorccio #dyn: nat x travis

[courtesons]

for @nat-muses

Stiles had been kind of surprised when Scott told him the guys wanted him for their game. He'd assumed they were just being polite at first or that his little mouthing of session would of put them off, yet apparently Stiles was to make a character and have a session zero with some of the guys. Which guys? Stiles had no idea Scott wouldn't say. In fact he was being weirdly secretive about a lot of things, like advising Stiles to clear his entire day for this but not saying why.

Either way Stiles decided to give it a shot, even if deep down he was a little hesitant to believe this would last or the guys would want to keep someone like him around. But there he was, back-pack over his shoulder and bouncing on his heels as he knocked on the front door, almost just as oblivious as Scott had been into what he was getting himself into.

#c:stiles #nat-muses

[scinglives]

open starter: bucky barnes

Bucky used to be such a confident guy, he used to have no problem asking women out on dates. But now? He was a completely different man, and although it had been playing on his mind for weeks now, he hadn't found the courage to ask her.

"I was -- I want to take you out for dinner one night." He said as he looked towards the other, feeling himself getting nervous. What had happened to him? "I want to take you on a date, old school date of course. Dinner and ice cream, or a trip to the movies. Hell, we can even go to Coney Island and share a hot dog if you want."

#bonus if you're a nat #part of me is like just marvel muses please #but hey if youre not reply and ill see #indie rp #open rp #open starter #mcu rp #marvel rp