Im Serious. Ask, Im Bored.

I’m serious. Ask, I’m bored.

♡ asks ♡

 Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

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The One With The Baby

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 4,473

Warnings: Talks of birth, awkwardness, arguments, dickhead getting fucking decked, think that’s it.

Request: No.

Summary: The aftermath of the day filled with two separate births. It could only bring three things: Yelling, teasing, and awkward interactions.

A/N: Yeah, apparently this is a thing I’m doing now lol

Ko-Fi

Commissions

(Not My GIF)

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“I just don’t get it. How can you actually have a kid?!” Valkyrie ranted at you. As you sat upon the same sofa you had five hours ago, in the waiting room, “It was all fun and games with us joking about it when you helped this random woman give birth. But now you come in here and tell us that that’s your kid.”

“Listen, okay-”

“It’s not fair,” Wanda butted in, “How come you get a baby, and I don’t?”

“This isn’t some "if they get one, I should have one too” thing, Wanda,“ she told the brunette before turning back to you, sending a spike of dread throughout you. It really was like getting scolded by a parent, "Do you know how rash and irresponsible this is?!”

“I-”

“What was going through your mind?”

“If you would-”

“You met this woman five hours ago!”

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10 and 7 for the asks! : D

7: What’s your idea number of blankets to sleep with?

I usually sleep with three- zero because my pregnant ass heats up too easy. But it’s 0-3 blankets.

10: How tall are you?

I’m 5’6 which, fun fact, is the same height has Cote de Pablo.

This was so cute! I love it! ❤️

hi!! can i request an au based on the episode 12 from season 1, where gibbs is flirting with the red haired suspect, and the reader goes with him and she is super jealous and feels insecure cuz she thinks she isnt pretty enough for him??

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @madamsnape921 @specialagentastra @ncisfan @zetasaturno99

REDHEADS

“Y/N, you’re with me.”

You instantly grabbed your gear and followed your boss to the car. You were going to your suspect’s house to get more infos about the dead sailor.

The plan was one getting her distract while the other peeked around.

But the plan wasn’t your boss flirting with the suspect. Except that he totally did.

Well, she started it, and before you knew, they both disappeared.

You could hear flirting from the kitchen, it made you sick in your stomach. You hoped he wasn’t just playing along, but a part of you felt like he was. He was flirting back with her. Why wouldn’t he anyway? Besides the fact that she was suspect, she was absolutely stunning and a redhead nonetheless. You never stood a chance with him, right?

You tried to focus on what you had to do, but couldn’t help it. You had to listen, to know how far it was going. You discreetly took a peek so saw how close their bodies were. She grabbed the cup from his hands and made a show of just taking a sip.

You internally growled and went back to the living room. As you tried to be discreet, you tripped on a furniture and cursed. A second later, you saw Gibbs standing right in front of you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine. Can we go now?”

He nodded and said goodbye to the woman. You decided that you didn’t see the wink he sent her way.

The ride back to the office was dead silent. You didn’t say a word, not even about the case. You just wanted to crawl inside a hole and disappeared. God, you hated him.

“Y/N. Are you listening to me?” He called out as you got out of the car.

“What?”

“I just gave you orders. Did you hear them?”

“I know my job, Gibbs. You don’t have bark orders every step of the way.”

You never snapped at him before, but you were pissed. And sad. And jealous. This woman was incredible gorgeous. Of course, she caught his attention. When you looked at yourself in the mirror, it was obvious that he would never be attracted by you. Why would he?

You knew your behavior was unjustified, there was absolutely nothing going on between you and Gibbs. He never even showed any kind of interest in you. You just had a stupid crush on him, and you were making him pay for it.

Gibbs never expected you to talk to him like this. He was so stunned, he didn’t know what to say. He just watched you getting back inside the building.

When the case brought you back to the woman’s house, you tried to avoid it. You pretended that Abby needed your help, but her job was already done and everybody knew it. “Shut up and get inside the car, L/N!” Gibbs shouted.

Everyone, including you, looked up to Gibbs in disbelief. It wasn’t just about the words he used, it was about his tone. He ever sounded this angry, especially not with you. You stared at him for a moment, challenging. But you knew better, so you got in the car without a word.

The ride was extremely silent. And once you were there, you and the team did what you had to do. You didn’t say a word to Gibbs, not even look at him. And you left before everyone else that night.

Around 10pm, you were zapping on the tv when you heard knocks at your door. You looked at the peephole and saw your boss. You inhaled sharply before opening.

He immediately let himself in. “What the hell was that all about?” He barked at you.

“Nothin’,” you simply answered, going back exactly where you were before he arrived.

“Y/N.” He stayed where he was. He wanted explanations and you knew how stubborn the man was.

“Since when do you flirt with suspects, Gibbs?” You asked, wrapped under your blanket.

“A little flirt never hurt anyone.” You were obviously not going to move, so he decided to sit on the couch too.

“Sure,” you scoffed. “You can’t help it whenever you see a redhead, can you?”

He snorted at that comment. “That’s the problem? Me flirting with a beautiful redhead woman?”

“What would have happened if she wasn’t a suspect?” You asked, even though you were scared of the answer.

“You know when two people are attracted to each other—“ he started but stopped when you kicked him. That was the kind of thing you definitely didn’t want to hear.

“What does she have that I don’t?” You asked before you could stop yourself. You internally cursed and threw the blanket over your head. “Leave Gibbs. Please.” You said from under the fabric.

But he didn’t. Instead, Gibbs crawled under the blanket with you. He made his way between your body and the back of the couch. You couldn’t see his face, but you felt his breath on your skin. He was warm and strong. The oxygen was lacking.

“With her, I could just spend the night and leave in the morning. You— you’re like the forbidden fruit. And I’m scared I won’t ever get enough once I taste it—you.” You laughed at the words he chose, and curled your body a little more against his. “I didn’t mean it to sound dirty.”

“That’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he wrapped his arms around you and managed to kiss your cheek despite the darkness. You turned just enough for your lips to meet his. His kiss was extremely tender, you were melting under his touch. He quickly begged access with his tongue, which you fiercely granted.

You kept kissing under the blanket, until neither of you could breathe. Gibbs threw the fabric away and locked his piercing blue eyes into yours. “She’s nothing compared to you. And I’m done with redheads anyway.”

“Good. Cause I’m never letting you go.”

God did Gibbs hoped you would keep that promise.

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indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // curls or straight hair // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops or desktop // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

Tagging @authoressskr @idabbleincrazy @fae-and-night @falcatrecon @the-not-tamed and whoever else wishing to fill this :P

Get to know your mutuals!! When you get this, it means I want to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. They can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. When you’re done, send this to 5 people you want to get to know better <3

I did 8 instead because why not?

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1. My name is Blake, and my nickname is ‘B’- not too creative but it works

2. I’m married 😊

3. My favorite color is Purple- any shade.

4. I absolutely LOVE country music- I grew up on country.

5. I’m pregnant!🤰6 months, with a baby girl.

6. I’m a cop, and I’ve wanted to since I was like 6.

7. I love writing, that’s why I write fanfiction. I do digital art, it’s not that detailed nor complex but I enjoy it.

8. I learned Spanish all through middle school and high school and remember absolutely none of it, only a couple words. I remember the rainbow, 1-14, how to introduce myself and that’s about it.