#I don't need to have a russian collar but they are so so pretty

[sirnica]

Do you by any chance wear a white lab coat and latex gloves when you work? Asking for personal reasons

I was considering if I would be doxxing myself with this answer, but then I realized I have selfies from years ago here that I'm too lazy to delete.

So yes, I am in a white lab coat and gloves a lot of the time.

[crazybiscuit]

A Daughter of Eve

Pairing: Incubus!Fyodor Dostoevsky x Nun!Reader Summary: You've caught the eye of a powerful demon. Let's see how devoted to God you really are... Warnings: MDNI, smut,  inappropriate use of religion, demons, vaginal sex, dubious consent, implied somnophilia, semi public sex, corruption, loss of virginity, biting, blood, a little rough Word Count: 1978 Credits: @saradika thank you for the dividers! Translations: добыча (n) - prey; Бог (n) - God; Ангел (n) - angel; Родная (n) - darling A/N: I am not religious, so hopefully this isn’t too inaccurate (not that it really matters). Also, I'm not trying to be disrespectful. I just figured religion and demons would make sense for Fyodor. Also, I don't speak Russian but I tried my best to find the proper translations.

You didn’t even know when it all started. The sense of being watched as you did your prayers that you couldn't ignore. The feeling of a ghostly presence touching you innocently during the morning mass, reminding you that you weren’t alone. You couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest. And the dreams…

They haunt you every night and day. The dreams were always foggy. The sensation of someone, or something, feasting on your cunt as you lay there unconscious, moaning softly. Your mind only processed pleasure and you would always wake up soaked in your own arousal, breathless from your orgasm. It made you feel disgusting and miserable. However... Each night you laid in your bed, you couldn’t help but wait impatiently for those dreams.

The guilt of your actions and thoughts eventually led you to seek out help from one of the priests. It was late at night, and all of the other nuns had returned to their rooms to sleep, but you needed to repent. You quickly stepped into the confessional booth and you were relieved when you saw the silhouette of the priest on the other side. You kneeled and crossed yourself.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been two weeks since my last confession, and I accuse myself of the following sins,” You took a sharp breath before speaking up, “I’ve been having lustful thoughts and dreams, Father, and I’ve done nothing to try and stop it. I've... I’ve even pleasured myself to the thoughts.” 

The priest stayed quiet for a few seconds before he spoke, his Russian accent sounding strangely familiar but also foreign, “How long has this been going on for…?”

“About two weeks, Father… This is my first time telling anyone.”

“And why is that?”

“I didn’t seek help because, ultimately, I think a part of me enjoys it… I can’t even focus on my duties without thinking about those dreams-”

The sound of the priest’s cold chuckle made a chill run down your spine. “You really can’t get me out of your head? How cute.”

His tone was condescending and you finally made eye contact with his piercing purple eyes. You didn’t even have the time to question how the man appeared next to you so quickly before he pinned you to the wall of the booth.

You yelped, shock written over your expression now that you could see him clearly. The man had long black hair, topped with curled horns. His vibrant eyes glared at you and his lips pulled into a smirk sensing your fear. His pale hands touched your cheek, his sharp nails grazing it slightly. 

“What are you?” you asked with a shaky voice but you had a pretty good idea of who he might be.

“I don’t think I told you you could speak, Y/N," he growled. His frigid fingers trailed down to your throat and he wrapped them around it. He slowly began to tighten his grip, causing you to gasp for breaths.

Your fingers desperately grasped his thin wrist as you struggled to get oxygen into your lungs. Fyodor dug his claws into your throat, a few small red droplets escaping from the small cuts, "I've been studying you for about a year now..."

The demon loosened his grip, his nails softly grazing their way down to your collar, tugging on your nightgown. You screw your eyes shut in a panic, grasping at your silver rosary, "Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium-"

"That won't work, добыча," his sharp purple gaze analyzed your body language before ripping the silver crucifix from your hands, the beads falling to the ground as the string snapped.

You felt your eyes tearing up, panic setting in as you attempted to move away from the devil in front of you, "Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur-"

Unfortunately for you, the confession booths were only so big. Your back hit the wooden wall and you cried out for your God.

"My curiosity eventually got the best of me a few weeks ago and I decided to try an experiment. You see, I have identified you as the most dedicated little lamb and I began to wonder: 'How quickly can I corrupt one of Бог's faithful little play thing?'"

You didn't stop reciting your prayer to Saint Michael, tears streaming down your face. You heard the demon shuffling and your eyes snapped open in a frenzy. Nothing could've prepared you for the sight of Fyodor on his knees before you.

"It took me a long time to finally decide what approach to take when it comes to tempting you," his accent grew thicker as he took your ankle in his hands, "One of my top contenders was driving you to gut all of your sisters at the abbey."

"God won't allow it-," your chest tightened with uneasiness and you began struggling against his grasp. This was obviously the wrong choice and the dark haired monster simply pulled your leg closer to him, causing you to slide down the wall slightly.

He then proceeded to lift your leg over his shoulder, your nightgown bushing up around your thighs. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight. You now understood exactly what Milton was trying to express when he described Lucifer as irresistible because the sight of Fyodor on his knees in front of you was enough to make you feel faint.

"But I figured this would be much more entertaining," the devil smirked, leaning forward to seemingly kiss your thigh. Your mind fought with you to stay focused on your prayer and your teachings. God will save us. But any semblance of a rational thought escaped your mind when you felt a sharp pain in your thigh.

You cried out, feeling the blood rush to the site where Fyodor bit you. The demon doesn't pull away, eager to taste the metallic and salty liquid, holding you tight as you struggle against his grasp.

Your sobs echoed through the church but Fyodor didn't seem to care. The priests were decommissioned one might say and the demon was quite exhilarated at the prospect of one of your sisters walking in on the two of you in the house of the Lord.

"Get off-," your shouts fell on deaf ears as he trails his mouth further up your thighs. The warm liquid (a stark contrast to the man's cold skin) running down your thigh filling the small booth with the sharp smell of iron.

Your body betrayed you as a small gasp fell from your lips. His mouth left open mouth kisses until he reached your bare core and your mouth fell open in silent pleasure. Your attempts to push him away had died down, your hands, which had been shoving his horns to create space between the two of you, now rested helplessly in his hair.

Your moans and gasp filled the small wooden room, back arching away from the wall as Fyodor's sharp tongue explored the depth of your cunt.

The devil appeared to be pleased with your response, feeling your legs beginning to tremble, and he pulled away with a mocking smirk. Your disappointment was visible as he stands but you refused to vocalize it. Instead, you began mumbling a prayer of repentance, which filled the purple-eyed demon with annoyance.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the confessional booth, ignoring your limp as blood continued to drip down your leg, staining your white nightgown crimson. The altar statues and stained glass figures looked down upon you and a deep sense of shame filled your heart.

Fyodor forced you to lay on one of the pews in the front row. You took a sharp inhale, not pushing him away as he began removing your nightgown, revealing your bare skin. 

The sound of your breathing filled your ears as he pushed his robes aside and revealed his member. Worry flooded your mind once more as you realized your vow to God was at risk, "Please... Let me go..."

However, the devil rejoiced in your torment as he climbed on top of you and aligned himself with your entrance, "But where's the fun in that, Ангел?"

His purple glare pierced you as he looked down on you with a cold and calculating gaze and you cried out as he suddenly entered you, back arching and fingers clinging onto his stolen uniform. His thrusts were relentless and punishing, not caring that this was your first time.

Your cries soon turned to whines and moans as he maintained a steady rhythm. Your face contorted with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut, "Keep your eyes open, Ангел. I want you to see the Saints as I ruin you,"

You attempted to shake your head but he grabbed your cheeks, nails digging into your skin painfully, forcing you to open your eyes and look up at him. The scene above you was strangely ethereal as the horrifyingly beautiful man looked down on you, his head surrounded with the colorful stained glass as he carefully reached down, brushing his thumb against your lower lip, and you felt your walls clamp down around his cock.

"I think you have still not completely forsaken your god," he whispered, leaning closer to you, lips brushing against your pulse as he stopped thrusting.

You audibly whimpered as he pulled out of you and sat down on the pew. You sat up, confused by why he stopped. You hesitated slightly, using your arms to cover your chest in a pathetic attempt to regain some dignity, "Father...?"

"If you want more, you'll have to work for it and give yourself up to me," he said with a cocky grin, his hair slightly disheveled from our prior activities. You couldn't deny your body craved for more but your pride did prevent you from eagerly sitting on his lap.

It took you a few minutes to finally give into your instincts and you hesitantly sank onto his lap, whining at the stretch inside you. Without thinking, you suddenly kissed the demon, a tugging sensation nagging you in the back of your mind.

Fyodor kept a careful eye on you as you kissed him, amused to finally see you submit. He closed his eyes, deepening the kiss as you tried your best to start riding him.

The devil nipped your tongue in the fiery kiss, causing you to bleed slightly, and he gently sucked on it. You moaned against his lips as his hands drifted to your hips to help you speed up the pace.

Your hands grabbed onto his hair, tugging at his roots as you continued to kiss him feverishly. Your boobs bounced, matching the rhythm Fyodor set and you felt the sensation you had grown far too familiar with overtake you as you moaned.

Your body shuddered as you came, walls clenching around Fyodor's dick tightly. For the first time of the night, you also saw his expression falter for a split second as he shut his purple eyes and let out a sharp exhale before cumming deep into your womb.

Despite reaching your peaks, Fyodor didn't stop to thrust up into you, almost as if he were trying to make sure his load stayed inside of you. Your whines began to fill his ears as you complained about overstimulation and, in the most shocking turn of events, the demon listened to you, pulling out.

You struggled to catch your breath, still leaning against the cold inhumane creature overwhelmed. Fyodor looked down at you and pondered for a few seconds.

Just as you prepared yourself to stand and get dressed, Fyodor's hand moved to your chin and made you look up to him.

"You can call me Fyodor," he said, purple eyes piercing through yours, "Your soul and body now belong to me forever, Родная."

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Villain attraction

Summary: You and Wanda are in a relationship sort of? Anyway you're also a villain who Wanda should definitely not be an relationship or situationship with

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ nothing major, neck kissing, slight angst and an angry Natasha

Words: 1,440

A/N: Not proof-read but I really like it so hopefully you all will too :)

Bold Italics-Venom talking

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“What a pretty witch you are when you’re not fighting me” you spoke against her neck as your body pressed hers against the wall “how long do we have to act professional? I just wanna put a collar on you and make you mine forever"

You growled against her neck when she refused to answer "answer me Wanda"

"I don't know why I keep coming back" she whispered just enough for you to hear and you pushed away from her turning around "why do you have to ruin our time together?"

She pushed herself off of the wall too standing behind you and rubbing her hands along your back "I don't like fighting with you baby"

You tensed turning around to her again "you know I don't like being called that" you said sternly and Wanda leaned and kissed you softly "I know but if I say it enough maybe you'll finally either let me stay or tell me to go"

You sighed "god Wanda why can't you just let me be me? And stop being so dramatic"

"Be what? A villain? You don't need to kill to feel something" Wanda argued but you just rolled your eyes

"I like being a villain, I like seeing pain in the person's eyes as I take their pathetic little life away from them" your voice hardened and your eyes turned white indicating Venom being at the front now "what good is being a hero when people just judge and blame you for things, when you're a villain people fear you, they don't judge, they just fear you"

By this point Venom had overtaken your entire body and was towering over the witch "Venom, bring Y/n back now" she asked calmly

They growled smiling wide and letting their tongue lull out not answering her

"Fine, when you decide to grow up call me" she turned around leaving the room you had pushed her into only an hour ago

"She is being slightly dramatic I feel"

Venom spoke up and you agreed pulling a cigarette out of your pocket lighting it up and taking a drag "she'll come back, she always does"

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"Wanda what happened?" Nat asked when the redhead stormed through the compound ignoring Tony's stupid questions and she went straight to her room, luckily before she slammed it shut Nat had managed to slip through

"Nat get out!" She yelled but the Russian was used to this, every few days Wanda would come back to the compound sad or angry, sometimes with a few hickeys littered on her neck and every time Nat was there to make sure she was okay

"Wanda what happened this time?" She sat on the bed with Wanda "I keep going back to someone who won't change for me, she's just so stubborn"

"Who is it?" It was a simple question from Nat but Wanda couldn't bring herself to tell her your name, you were a villain after all

"She's someone who's just lost me" Nat nodded and kissed her forehead reassuringly "I'll bring you some food and we can in here together yeah?"

She nodded and Nat smiled as she left the room when Wanda sighed "why do I fall for emotional unavailable women?"

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"It's been 2 weeks"

"Maybe she is busy"

You stood up from your seat and walked to the window looking at over the avenger's tower "she's sat in her room reading"

Venom peeked their head out of your body looking through the window as well "how about we go and see her?"

You shrugged "if she doesn't want to see us then I won't force her" you watched as the witch started getting changed for bed and sighed "but god she does look good, maybe a little visit won't hurt"

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Wanda was just about to get in bed when she heard your voice "you know princess it's not safe when you leave your curtains undone, anyone could see you changing and stare at your delicious body"

"Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?" Wanda tried not raising her voice so no one heard her but she couldn't keep her anger at bay so she slapped you across the face making you laugh "oh honey, you are cute"

Pushing her against her wall you wrapped your hand around her throat squeezing a little "why haven't come to see me? We both missed you, Venom missed their plaything"

you let go of Wanda's neck instead stroking your fingers along her body "answer me princess"

"I can't keep running to you when you don't want me"

"I do want you!" You shouted and slammed your fist against the wall next to her head making her jump "you belong to me Wanda, I want you with me in my bed, by my side and even next to me when I kill, you're just so fucking stubborn that you refuse to accept you want to actually be with me, you don't have to leave when we fuck but you decide to leave first"

You leant your head in her neck kissing her there making her sigh "you really want me?" She asked just above a whisper and you nodded "yes Wanda, be with me, come home with me"

Before she could answer you, you both stilled as a gun was pressed against your head and you smirked knowing exactly who it was "Natalia Romanoff, what a pleasant surprise"

"I'm going to give you 5 seconds to pull away from Wanda and leave the way you came" she cocked the gun against your head and you just chuckled "Nat I know it's been a while but I've still got Venom in me, they would've healed me faster than you could get another bullet in that gun"

Nat sighed knowing you were right but she refused to move the gun "why are you here?"

You smiled against Wanda's neck "did you not tell her princess?"

You felt Wanda's heart rate quicken and you knew right away that Nat didn't know who you were to Wanda, which was quite fair "did you not tell Natalia here that I've had you in my bed? Not told her I've fucked you after a fight with the Avengers? A shame really my love I've told all of my friends"

You felt the barrel of the gun hit you hard and all you did was roll your eyes "thanks Nat, now I'll have a headache for the rest of the day"

You removed yourself from Wanda and turned around finally eyeing up the redhead "you look good in a sport's bra and sweatpants, maybe later after I've had Wanda I can take you for a spin"

You felt Wanda jab you in the back "oh? Jealous are we? I thought you thought I didn't want you"

The jabbing stopped and you chuckled "see, you just can't make up your mind" you drew your attention back to Nat "as for you my angry little assassin, do you want to take me up on my offer?"

"No and you need to leave Wanda alone" she said sternly and you pretended to think about her question that wasn't actually a question "hmm no I like marking Wanda's body with hickeys and knife marks"

"Leave Y/n"

You pouted but reached your hand out to pat her cheek "okay Natty I can see you're still a little upset I didn't chose you"

You left out of the window sparing a last glance to Wanda blowing her a kiss "think about my offer honey, I'll be waiting and you know where the find me"

A few moments silence after you left made Wanda nervous and just as she was about to speak Nat spoke first "what the fuck Wanda? The enemy really?"

Wanda looked down to the ground "I didn't know she was a villain when we first started"

Nat was perplexed, "but you still continued to fuck her? Don't be stupid Wanda!"

"Hey! She's really good in bed!"

Nat rolled her eyes "that's a really fucking stupid reason to keep sleeping with a villain"

"She wanted me to go with her..."

Nat sat down on the bed watching Wanda as she played with her hands "and what do you want to do?"

Wanda shrugged "I think I do want to be with her"

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"I think that was quite successful"

You agreed pouring yourself some whiskey and sitting in the front room eyeing the door

"What are we doing?"

"Waiting for Wanda" you simply replied

"You know she is coming back?"

You smirked "oh yeah she's definitely coming, give her a few hours Venom"

"Okay, I miss her already"

[mamamittens]

*unhinged screaming* your follower event, omgomgomgomg!!! Okay, now that I've gotten my excitement out of the way, do you think I could put in a request for Sabo (one piece)? I'm a F! With short brown hair, brown eyes and lightly tan skin. A little chubby and about a head shorter than Sabo. (Actually, I'm about Koala's height). I'm generally optimistic and nice, though I don't put up with people's bs. I'm caring and enjoy having a good time within reason (though I don't like *real* alcohol) and would like to wear lolita clothing. If Sabo and I could get a.... chocolate milkshake with caramel syrup and cherries, add shots of white Russian (cream pie), Jell-O shot, Jager bomb, pink schnapps, black jack, afterburner, brain hemorrhage, and motor oil for me. (Just in case, I'd like to be the sub being edged, restrained, lightly choked, overstimulated and marked.) Yes I know it's a lot, I'm sorry. If you can, thank you! And congratulations!!!!

Welp! Order up! Hope you like it~!

This is an order for my 500+ follower event "Date Shake"! It's running through my ask box until 9/19/23, please refer to this post for context!

Warnings: edging, marking, unprotected sex/creampie, rough sex, choking, and overstimulation.

Word count: 2,899

They looked so good together.

That’s the one thing Sabo heard endlessly whenever he went out with Astra. And he never got tired of hearing it, though it flustered his friend to no end. They were right and they should say it, honestly. It wasn’t just a matter of style and looks.

Though Sabo’s tendency towards posh button ups from his affluent childhood certainly paired well with the sweet lace dresses and blouses Astra so favored. Bows and ribbons adorned her short, soft brown hair that he put in himself every morning upon request. And she always requested. Complaining that he made it look so effortless to weave the fabric into her locks when all he needs to do is tousle his hair a bit.

Their relationship went deeper than ribbons and ribbing, though. All the way back to kindergarten, in fact. When Sabo saw a pretty little girl struggling to buckle her polished shoes and insisted he help her. Dark brown eyes wide with appreciation as she smiled and… well, that was that. He was her staunch friend from that moment onward.

Far past the point of failure most childhood friends fall out during. Sweet and easy summer days all the way to harsh, bitter winters. They alone remained, though never truly alone. And Sabo appreciated it more than he could ever bear to admit. His brothers rambunctious and wild while Astra was just so… sweet and sincere.

He was especially fond of today’s ensemble. Unwittingly matching, they strolled through a new addition to the local art gallery. Rich blue lace ribbon tied around her hair and dress collar. The darker blue fabric of her dress swaying around her knees with every click of her heels, sleeves brushing her wrists in lace trim. Sabo wore his favorite blue silk shirt that nearly matched her dress and couldn’t help but wonder if it was on purpose.

Sabo had known for a while that he was quite attached to Astra. Hard to deny when he had to restrain himself from taking up every moment of her time and sneering at the idiots who tried to get her number. He had two brothers—he knew the feeling of being protective. But this was… a fair bit beyond that. Sabo certainly never felt this way when his brothers dressed up—although it would be a miracle if Dadan managed to ever make Ace wear a shirt again after the incident with Newgate.

He was getting off track. Luckily, Astra didn’t notice as she admired an old oil painting of the sea. It was quite bewitching to gaze into the painted depths but Sabo found his eyes slipping elsewhere, regardless of the artwork quality. In the carefully curated light of the gallery, Astra was pretty enough to frame on the wall. Soft, warm skin bright against the jewel blue fabric. A study in life and color Sabo found difficult to look away from.

But he simply must!

Huffing to himself, Sabo looked back at the artwork with a soft smile.

Current troubles aside, he was glad Astra was enjoying the exhibit. Shame it was nearly over. The exit mere feet away and three paintings left to admire. It was probably for the best, though. Sabo had gotten distracted enough thinking about pinning her to one of the artworks to see if she would outshine a masterwork of the ages under his hands. More likely to end in an indecency charge of some kind thinking like that.

And he did not want to have that conversation with Gramps.

Sabo sighed, walking close to Astra as they left the art gallery. She paused, steady rhythm of her heels on pavement interrupted with a questioning glance.

“Did you not like the art, Bo?” Astra asked softly with a worried frown. “You look kinda pissed.” She noted. Sabo smiled back down at her and shrugged.

“Oh, no it was good! A nice way to spend a night out. But it still feels too early to call it quits.” Sabo pulled the excuse from his ass, not wanting to admit where his mind was going. He’d long since put his hands in his pockets to refrain from teasing her skirt to feel the soft line of her thighs under ruffles and lace. It felt like a crime to know the socks she was wearing actually went up to her thighs and wasn’t actually stockings.

He should know. He bought them for her birthday.

“You’re right!” Astra laughed, looking up past the peaks of the sky scrappers where the clear sky was still a soft purple from the setting sun. “Way too early to stop here. How about… we have dinner at my place? Pizza maybe?” Sabo snorted.

“What, don’t want to cook?” Sabo teased.

“Nope! And just for the sass, you can pay.” Astra sniffed, much to Sabo’s amusement.

Sabo hadn’t let her pay for a single outing since the third grade when she bought him a very disfigured character ice cream… of what was maybe a dog? Certainly didn’t look like it by the time he got it. Still, point remains standing that she wasn’t going to pay even if he didn’t have ‘sass’.

“Alright, fine.” Sabo sighed dramatically, reaching out to gently pull her closer to him as they passed by another couple going the opposite way. “Pizza it is!”

Sabo dropped the box onto the coffee table and plopped down on the overly stuffed couch cushion. Astra kicking off her shoes in the entryway.

This was their normal Saturday night. They’d go out somewhere, get food, come back to one of their homes, watch a movie, and leave.

But… Sabo didn’t want to do that tonight. He wanted to stay. The restless heat in his chest reaching a fever pitch as he watched her grab two sodas from the fridge. Bending over in the process as the dress flared around her knees. Excess fabric draping over her ass and hips. Not enough to see everything, but enough to remind him of how easy it would be to look. Really, actually see her.

Not startled glances when someone forgot to knock or the polite once-over when they went swimming in the summer. His hands twitched and he grit his teeth, attempting to release the tension.

But the tension remained in his shoulders anyway the entire time they ate. Every movie scene barely glossed over as Sabo found his eyes drawn to Astra tucked under his arm. Dress skirt pooling out and obscuring her legs.

All it would take is to drop his arm and sweep it up her folded legs. She’d probably be a bit cold but he wouldn’t let her freeze for long.

“You feel like a rock, Sabo. What’s got you so tense?” Astra asked during what sounded like an action scene. “We’ve seen this before. You know they don’t die in this battle.” She pointed out with an amused glance.

Sabo smiled back, a little pained at losing track of his thoughts so quickly.

Clearly, this wasn’t something he could just pretend to not feel.

Just like a band aid.

“We’re friends. Right?” Sabo asked, causing Astra to sit up in alarm and look at him with concern.

“Sabo? What’s wrong?!” She asked with wide eyes, glancing around as though the answer was on her shelves. And in a way, it kind of was. Countless pictures of them growing up together lined the walls, collecting dust. And over time, more and more photos caught him gazing fondly down at her. “Of course we are!”

“What if I want more than that? Would you want the same thing?” Sabo spilled, too late to turn back now. No amount of covering his ass would explain away the strangeness of his original question.

“…More? Like what? Sabo, you’re freaking me out.” Astra commented nervously.

Sabo moved, turning towards her and cupping her cheek. Slowly, painfully slowly, Sabo leaned in close. Watching her eyes widen as thoughts raced through her head. Realization, doubt, and confirmation clear in her brown eyes as he got closer.

Sabo’s lips quirked up as he noted she wasn’t stopping him despite the glacial pace he was setting. In fact, she gasped, tipping her chin up and meeting his lips in a soft brush.

That faint slide of her lips across his set his heart alight.

“Like this.” Sabo whispered, pressing hard against her lips in a deep kiss. His hand curling back to support her head as she fell backwards slowly. A low moan tickling his skin as he lapped at her bottom lip. Sucking it between his teeth to nip as she gasped. The moment capitalized on by his tongue sliding across her own.

Astra was laying down beneath him, battle cries fading in the background as Sabo finally rested his hand over her knee and slipped under her skirt. Following the soft fabric until it dipped into her thick thighs. Palm and fingers hot as he stroked the hidden treat, slipping under the hem to snap the band. She moaned, panting as he pulled away to look at her.

Seeing her wide, flustered look as he pressed his fingertips to her damp panties. Mouth falling open with a moan as he rubbed her slick across her clit. Circling the bud slowly as he kissed her neck. Biting and marking the pale column of her throat as she began to squirm, hands fisting his shirt with building shudders. He listened as her breath quickened, heart thundering as he nosed the collar of her dress away from her shoulders to make room for his teeth.

He bit down hard and she keened, the sound curling into a cry as Sabo pulled away his hand before she could truly peak.

Flushed and wanting, Astra swallowed hard and glared at him.

“O-Oi!” Astra whined.

“Answer the question.” Sabo commanded bluntly, smirking as she blinked in confusion. “Tell me you want this.”

“I-I do.” Astra admitted breathlessly. Sabo immediately shot up, slinging her over his shoulder as he stalked to her room. Tossing her onto the bed and closing the door before she could even sit up. Sabo grinned over his shoulder.

“Trust me?” he purred, drinking in the excitement on her face.

“Yes.”

Sabo turned, unbuttoning his shirt before tossing it on the floor alongside his undershirt. Confident steps carrying him to the edge of her bed as he grabbed her legs and pulled her further down. She reached back, probably to deal with her dress, but Sabo stopped her with a soft click of his tongue.

“Oh no, let me. I’ve been dying to take this dress off all day~” Sabo hummed, delicately pushing up her dress until her thighs and wet panties were exposed. He pushed open her legs and kneeled for a closer look. Teasingly blowing across the wet fabric. He hooked his fingers into the white lace trim and slowly pulled them down her thighs, pocketing them once they slipped past her feet. “What a pretty cunt for a pretty lady.” He sighed, biting her thigh hard as he watched her clench on nothing.

He sucked on the soft skin, digging in his teeth just shy of drawing blood as his cock ached.

Suddenly, his hair was pulled. Hard.

“Sabo! S-Stop teasing me when I need you!” Astra growled.

Sabo let go of her thigh and grinned, pressing his bared teeth into the darkened mark on her soft skin. He nearly snapped his teeth into a fresh spot as punishment.

But he had a much better idea.

“Alright, alright! I’ll get to it, already.” Sabo acquiesced, moving quickly before she grew suspicious of his sudden change of tone. He sat up and kissed her lips, bracing himself over her as he tugged her hands up into his. Pulling them together before reaching into his pocket.

He tied up her hands in the lacy panties with a grin, flipping her over to reach the buttons up the back of her dress.

“Hey! You can’t take off my dress with my hands tied—did you use my panties?!” Astra huffed as he flicked open the back with practiced hands. Grabbing her skirt and shoving it up her body, laughing as he forced the fabric over her head where it bunched around her hands.

Astra panted, looking over her shoulder in confusion as Sabo leaned down and kissed her again, drinking in her slow submission as she relaxed beneath him. His hands fondling her curves greedily. Twisting and pulling her soft breasts as she sighed.

“S-Sabo~ You’re still teasing me!” Astra whined, ass grinding into his cock.

Huffing, Sabo reached down to his pants, loosening them just enough to free himself as he bit down into her shoulder. The tip of his cock slipping against her wet cunt in a slow grind.

“You keep trying to rush me, baby. You should quit while your ahead~” Sabo warned, gripping her waist as he kept grinding against her pussy. Her breathing picked up when his free hand slipped down her soft belly to pinch her clit. Toying with her roughly as he kept his rhythm. “That’s it. No more talking~” Sabo cooed, still teasing her body.

Her thighs trembled, squeezing his cock as she dripped over him freely. Closer and closer to the edge as he considered if it would be more satisfying to eat her out bent over until she screamed or—

“Sabo~! A-Aaahhn! O-Oh! Oh fuck, s’bo! Sabo!” Astra moaned, shaking as her cute pussy dripped down her thighs, clit pulsing beneath his fingers.

Sabo hissed, removing his hand from her clit and gripping her throat. Pinning her between his hand and chest against the bed. Almost burying her face into the pool of lacy fabric.

“Shut! Up!” Sabo slammed into the hilt, feeling her breathless scream against his palm as he squeezed. She was so fucking tight, he nearly couldn’t make it. Her cunt clenching as he pulled out just to slam back in. “Just take what I give you!”

Sabo pulled her under him further, tilting up her hips to his heavy thrusts as he railed into her cunt. Balls slapping with a wet thud against her pussy as she quivered around him. Strained moans slipping free despite his grip on her throat that only grew more desperate when he squeezed harder.

“You like that, huh? You like finally being fucked? Finally shut you up, didn’t I?” Sabo hissed, driving her into the bed hard enough to rattle the frame with a steady beat.

“A-Ah! Aaaahhhhh!” Astra keened, pussy clenching down. Sabo slammed in as deep as he could go and stayed there, laughing as she whined. Her high dying down slowly as he eased up on her throat. Desperate gasps audible, though muffled in the fabric of her dress. “S-Saaaa~! Oooooooooh!”

Sabo pulled out and started back up again.

Then stopping before she could cum and waiting until she cried out.

Pushing her closer each time with a smile and a sweet kiss despite the growing bruises on her throat.

He did this six times until she was crying, desperately rocking her hips back to try and ride his cock.

“Are you ready to be good, baby?” Sabo asked sweetly, squeezing her throat to cut off a whine as he pulled out of her drenched pussy. After a moment, he eased up.

“Y-Yes! Please! Sabo~oooooooooh~!” Sabo pulled her up against his chest by her throat, slipping his cock back into her hot cunt.

Sabo bounced her on his cock hard and fast. Lips smearing over her cheek as he sought her lips. Despite desperately panting for what little air she was allowed, she kissed him eagerly. Tongues tangling as she started to shake. The sound of her dripping cunt sucking in his cock mixing with the headboard slamming into the wall and the mattress squeaking. Her own moans nothing but pathetic pants around his tongue.

She came with a cry, drenching their thighs as she squirted around his cock still drilling into her. Legs shaking hard as he kept going, her face turning colors as she came again.

“A-Ah-bo~!” Astra swallowed hard when finally let her breath, panting hard as she shook, tears streaming down her face. The coil in his balls snapped, his hips slamming against her ass as he filled her cunt.

The excess dripped down her thighs as he panted, letting go of her throat to pet her hair, kissing her cheeks softly.

When they both calmed down a little, Sabo rubbed his hand up her spine, slotting his palm over the back of her neck.

Slamming her down into the bed with her ass raised. She yelped as he started fucking her again, shaking violently as another orgasm rapidly approached.

“Oh, pretty baby, I’m not through with you yet~” Sabo cooed, leaning back to admire how her socks were now stained with cum and slowly sliding down her thighs. “You wanted me to stop teasing you, didn’t you?” Sabo laughed, palming her ass to admire the thick white ring around his cock that grew with every thrust.

She cried out into her dress, creaming on his cock again. But it wasn’t enough.

“A-Ahhhn~ ‘bo! Bo-oh~!”

It wouldn’t be until she lost her voice and her pretty dress was ruined for good. A shame, but he’d just buy her another one to ruin all over again later.

[roydeezed]

Some Thoughts about - Poker Face

So like I know I'm late to the party but hot damn! is this show so much of what I love.

First of all I need to gush over Natasha Lyonne. Not only does she play Charlie as a snoopy little gremlin incredibly well, but when she's not snooping, her everywoman acting is so sincere and heartfelt. And beyond her acting, her directing in episode 8, The Orpheus Syndrome is jaw-dropping. It's a surrealist thriller masterpiece along the lines of fucking Suspiria and Vertigo. Throughout the whole episode I was captivated and entranced and it wasn't until I checked the credits that I realised why it was so impactful. I haven't watched much of her directorial efforts outside episode 8 of Russian Doll, but it seems like her style has always been surrealist. I gotta check it out.

And speaking of Vertigo and Hitchcock, I think after the longest time, we finally have a director that rivals his sensibilities in Rian Johnson. Hitchcock was a piece of shit but it's undeniable that his thrillers were tense masterpieces. If you don't believe me, check out my personal favourite in Rear Window. But not only does Rian Johnson remind me of Hitchcock at his best, with mysteries such as Brick and the Glass Onion movies and now Poker Face, his penchant for creating affable Detectives with kind hearts reminds me of Agatha Christie's characters in Miss Marple and Poirot.

But that's all surface level talk so below the cut I'm gonna get into some deeper thoughts and what I think the overarching themes are. Heavy spoilers below!

And speaking of themes, I wanna go over what they are, and how Episode 7, 8, and 9 helped me figure it out. At least one of the central ones. And that being Guilt.

After praising it so much, I do think I need to offer up some criticism, as I do have some. While a lot of comparisons have been made to Columbo, I think one of the key differences is that the culprits aren't always from high society, to the shows detriment. And as Charlie isn't a cop and instead fleeing across the country, it makes sense and leaves room for interesting stories. But every once in a while, like Episode 7, The Future of the Sport, starring Charles Melton and Tim Blake Nelson, both of whom I adore, you get a emotionally and socially dissonant story. As somehow the blue collar worker who's fighting against nepotism in an industry still has to be the bad guy. While it supported the themes, it still left a bad taste.

Now, you might be saying, it's a show about murders, of course it's about guilt. But it's not in the way you're thinking. Unless you are, in which case, welcome to smart people town. Population you, cause outside of this I'm still pretty much a dumbass.

Moving on, let's go over it. Poker Face talks of an unwarranted guilt. I'm sure Rian Johnson and co had a pithier phrase to represent it but what it means is that it represents a kind of survivors guilt. In Charlie's conversation with David Castaneda's character Jimmy in where she admits how much Natalie's death has weighed on her. And with the reveal that he wasn't directly responsible for her death through selling her bad coke, and the previous episodes where Tim Blake Nelson's and Nick Nolte's character's both realise they weren't the culprits, it shines a light on the constant theme of wholly unwarranted guilt.

And across the rest of the episodes, barring episode 2 for a reason I can't yet figure out, it deals with Charlie thinking she either led them to their death's, having something to do with the deaths even for the smallest moments, or helping someone that thinks they're guilty such as the stage manager in Episode 6, Exit Stage Death.

But unwarranted guilt alone provides for a pretty flimsy theme if left alone. So how's it expanded upon? The last episode makes it clear through dialogue, revelations into Charlie's past and actions themselves that this unwarranted guilt breaks you down in such a specific way. In the last episode we get what seems to be a pointless return to Charlie's past. But learning about how she moves through life, another unwarranted piece of guilt and this metaphor of swimming, brought up again at the boat, we see how the guilt puts you in a situation where either you drown from it or you swim. And the direction you swim in, the way you move through life, is inherently affected by the guilt that's drowning you, and ultimately can lead you to make bad decisions, as the first thing that comes along that can stop you from drowning, be it a boat, a life preserver, or as Cliff mentions multiple times throughout the show, The Hook. The Hook is a distraction, something deadlier than the sea that you're drowning in, and fortunately for a detective show, and unfortunately for her, Charlie's hook is trouble.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Purple Dress

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept The Engagement Dress

Warning Brusies/ hints of abuse

I sat on the bus watching the world go by, the grey clouds hung low slightly raining on the city. I just listened to my music through my headphones trying my best not to worry. I couldn't help glancing at the string around my neck holding the silver ring. I forced my thoughts away and got off the bus at my stop. I headed down the street and soon enough arrived at the little shop I had agreed to meet him at and saw him outside cigarette in hand.

"Hey" I smiled 

"Hey" he smiled pulling me into a one arm hug "you alright?" He asks putting out his cigarette

"Yeah. Fine" I nodded 

"Okay. You ready then?"

"As I'll ever be" I nodded so we headed inside we wondered around for a while discussing this and that until I had a few things to try on so we got a changing room with a door to close a seat he could as it in and a curtian to separate us 

"What exactly did you need me again?" He asks 

"Because everyone else is busy." I answered "it's my engagement party I'd like a second opinion" I said as I began to change 

"Fair enough. All rather.. quick isn't it?"

"Dan doesn't want to wait rings on my finger so he mostly just wants it all over with at the Lowest cost"

"The ring Isn't in your finger" 

"He didn't know it wouldn't fit" I said pulling back the curtain so he complained see the first dress "opinions?" 

"It's a bit… grandma's for Sunday dinner"

"The bo ho style is in right now" 

"Is it?" 

"For plus size women it is. You know what was four years ago for everyone else is cutting edge for fat people"

"Your not fat"

"Tell that to Primark" I sighed pulling back the curtain to change again

"I'm just saying engaged on Monday. Engagement party on Friday and courthouse wedding in a week. It's a bit rushed."

"Well he doesn't want to wait. He's… excited"

"You'd think if he was excited he give a shit about any of your opinions" 

"He just wants this done with"

"Romantic"

"And what's the most romantic thing you did lately?" I asked and there was no response "my point exactly"

"I was thinking."

"And?"

"No comment"

"Exactly." I said revealing the next dress "so?"

"It's reading me renaissance fair then engagement party. Unless that's your vibe?"

"I don't know. The only thing Dan told me was keep it under fifty pounds" 

"He's a dick"

"He can be"

"And your still marrying him"

"Well… yeah"

"Both dresses you've tried on today are pretty baggy there something your not telling me?"

"What are you implying?"

"I think you know exactly what I'm implying"

"I'm not pregnant Thomas."

"How sure of that are you?"

"Pretty damn sure. I had my period yesterday not that's it's any of your business" i said shutting the curtain again 

"May I be frank?"

"Why stop you now"

"Why are you marrying him?'

I stopped short for a moment looking in the mirror as I stood between dresses my body bruised but the ring hung on the cord around my neck 

"It's complicated Thomas." I answered slipping the next dress on 

"Y/n. You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Right?"

"I know"

"... I'm not sure you know." 

I shook it away and revealed my last dress option

"Why did a flower fairy throw up on you?" He asks 

"I don't know" I sighed "but that's my options in budget in my size. Flower puke. Boho hoe. Or tavern wench."

"Give me a sec" he says ducking out of the changing room 

I got out of the dress waiting for a little while until I heard the door again

"Try that" he says handing in a hanger but not peaking inside 

Immediately I saw it was my size but I saw the price double the budget Dan gave me 

"I can't Dan said it can't be more-"

"Will you just try the damn dress" he says 

I took it and slipped it off the hanger. It was a very beautiful dress I couldn't lie, a sweet Russian violet colour, off the shoulder sleaves down to my elbows, with a small lilac collar on both the top and end of the sleaves, two pleats in the front pulling the dress in tight a lilac belt to match the collar the dress hugged my hips and curves sweetly stopping just above my knee. It was a beautiful dress that somehow on its magic hid my insecurities and Hugged my curves sweetly. I did love the dress even if I knew I couldn't have it. I pulled back the curtain letting him see the dress and immediately I felt strange. I liked the dress I really do and I liked how I looked in it but I felt kinda strange about how he looked at me in it. 

He looked me up and down as he had in the other dresses but this time slower more gradual. His eyes seemed to follow the form of my body and not the form of the dress, I suddenly felt self conscious wanting to hide my hips and my breasts especially as it was clear his eyes had lingered there my breath hitched a little before I finally got enough courage to speak

"So? What do you think?'

For a moment his eyes left me completely looking at the floor he ran his hand over his face a moment hiding slightly where his cheeks turned red, he swallowed and locked his lip before he spoke 

"Yeah. Looks good." He nods 

"I can't have it though so-"

"Y/n. You look beautiful" he says getting up and holding my arm gently "do you like it?"

"I Do. But Dan said I couldn't spend that much"

"I'll pay for it then" 

"What?"

"I'll pay. As an engagement present." He says 

"Your sure?"

"I'm sure. Your not walking out of this place without that dress that much I guarantee" he says 

"I just don't want to be any trouble"

"It's no trouble. Get it off and we'll go pay" he says giving my forehead a kiss 

"Thank you thomas"

"Your welcome" he smiled 

I shut my curtain and began to slip off the dress but I couldn't find the hanger for it 

"Ohh do you have the hanger?" I asked

"Ohh yeah it's here" he says pulling back the curtain a little to hand it to me immediately I panicked covering myself with the dress "okay. You have exactly five seconds to tell me the reason why you forgot to tell me you had a fucking motorbike crash or a ski accident in the last two days" 

"It's not like that" I said taking the hanger and starting to get my clothes back on but he grabbed my arm 

"If he did this to you I wanna know."

"...it's complicated"

"Complicated? His rings around your neck. I wanna know if he's the reason you're covered in bruises." 

All I could bring myself to do was nod 

"That's why you said yes. Because you're too scared to tell him no?"

I nodded, he immediately pulled me into his chest holding me tightly but gently kissing my head with long loving kisses. 

"Tell me the truth. Between me and you. Do you want to marry him?"

"It's complicated -"

"Yes or no."

"No."

"Is he hurting you?"

"Yes."

"Is he giving you a choice?"

"No."

"Okay" he nods "listen to me. And listen good. I have my car, I can take you home with me right now. You can stay in my spare bedroom for as long as you need. You don't need to worry about rent. About bills. About food. First chance we get we'll go and get your stuff and I promise I'll build a fifty feet wall around the house to keep him out of I have to." He says "I want to help. But if you go back to him now I can be sure you'll get another chance to go" 

"He won't let me go you know that"

"He doesn't need to know. He's at work till ten right?" He asks and I nodded "we can pack you up before he even knows anything. Please y/n. Before you go through with something you know you'll regret"

"...okay" I nodded 

"Okay." He smiled "come on we'll get some ice cream on the way to cheer you up" 

"Okay" I smiled "guess we can put the dress back"

"No. I'll still buy it for you." He says "you can wear it when we go out for dinner tonight" he smiled offering his hand I nodded and took it happily.

He did buy me the dress and a new necklace to go with it, we went to his car and got ice cream on the way to me and Dan's studio apartment. I didn't make much as Dan never really approved of me spending money of anything so all my clothes and sentimental things for into three suitcases with my large plushie the last thing that we sat on the back seats "that everything?" He asks as we did one last sweep making sure I didn't leave anything behind

"Everything. I don't really want anything else anyway."

"You want to leave him a note? Or you think this is enough of a message?"

"I don't want to leave a note. It'll just make him angry"

"Okay. If yous sure" he says 

I pulled off the string from around my neck where the cheap ring he bought for five pounds of eBay sat I just set the whole thing on the coffee table and left with Thomas we shut the door locked it and put the keys in the post box, heading down to his car 

"I'm proud of you y/n. I really am"

"Thank you."

"Hey, how about we go shopping get you some nice soap, perfume, blankets for you to have at mine?"

"That sounds nice" I smiled laying my head on his shoulder he smiled giving my head a kiss as he stared the car up 

"You can have my spare room for as long as you need it. Don't worry about it. Maybe in a few months when you feel a bit better your more then welcome to come cuddle in my bed" he suggested

"Not your just spoiling me"

"Of course I'm spoiling you. After all this time of disrespect my little y/n deserves to be treated like a queen" he smiled giving my nose a kiss.

I shifted slightly as I woke up yawning as I pushed the covers away climbing out of bed going to my side of the wardrobe grabbing a bra, a pair of panties, a pair of socks and I began looking for a dress for the day I noticed the sweet purple dress catch my eye so I pulled it out the wardrobe for a moment

"Don't even think about it" Thomas muttered from the bed 

"What?"

"Your not wearing that today" he says sitting up against the headboard 

"Why not I thought you loved my purple dress"

"I do." He smirked "but you know what happens to me when you wear it" he smirked 

"Oh? Remind me? I forget" I smiled going over to the bed he quickly pulled me down into his lap with a sly smirk 

"You always look so beautiful on it. I can't help but get a hard on."

"Should I pick a different one?"

"That depsnds?"

"On?"

"What my little lady wants to get up to today" he smirked 

"Ummm I love you' I smiled nuzzling into his shoulder

"Awww I love you too" 

[quinncupine]

Hiiii quinn! I never realised you did requests but if it would be fine (and also because its my sole goal) could you do a boom boom boi and izubby with having their own cat or dog as a pet??? I'm seriously thinking that boom boom boi would be both a cat and dog person, don't u agree? (Ily lots and don't feel pressured to do this if you have a lot of stuff going on!)

Hi Dorki! I'm finally making my way through my requests and I was really excited to write this one! Okay, hope you like it!

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The Boys with Pets

Word Count: 1,750

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugo!

Warnings: dogs, cats, cursing

Izuku Midoriya

Now Izuku loves pretty much all animals, but I can totally see him getting a dog. Dogs are loyal and full of energy just like a certain green-haired hero. The perfect duo.

He would probably rescue one from the pound, the one with the biggest, saddest, cutest eyes because how could he not? But someone has to go with him because he'd try to rescue them all if there was no one there to stop him. Once a hero, always a hero I suppose.

I'm thinking for names, he would definitely pick a name that reflects his favorite heroes. Don't be surprised if he names his dog something super cheesy like Mighty or Rocky…

Wait, okay, I've decided, he names his dog Mighty and that is the hill I will die on.

The life of a hero is quite busy so when he goes off on long missions, he drops the dog off at his mom's house. Inko has fallen in love with this sweet pup, so much so that she sometimes begs him to stop by with the dog for a visit. It's the closest thing she's got to grandbabies at the moment, she'll take what she can get :)

Now, this cute pup draws in the attention of just about everyone so he's gotten an influx of attention and a few numbers slipped in his hand during their walks, much to his flustered surprise.

Best wingman ever.

This dog goes on regular runs with Izuku and sometimes even helps him with training. I'm thinking a Collie or an Aussie would just be the perfect fit for him to keep up with his personality and lifestyle. He needs an active dog!

I can see it now, he goes on his daily morning runs with this cute Lil furry training buddy and they race the whole way! A few regulars on the trail know about this and it's become sort of a tradition to cheer the two on as they pass.

 ...

The morning air was crisp with the slight scent of the coming autumn, the perfect morning for a run. Izuku, dressed in his usual training wear, had a steady rhythm going for the last forty minutes, letting out even, controlled breaths. This was the easy part of the run, a warm-up if anything, and he hadn't even broken a sweat yet. The canine jogging by his side was enjoying the dewy morning air as well, tongue happily flopping out the side of her mouth. The shared morning ritual between man and man's best friend: Mighty.

Her tail picked up speed, wagging uncontrollably as they neared the bend where the giant jagged rock towered over the path. It was the place marker to start the race. A three-mile run to the top of the hill located at the center of the park. It was also Mighty's favorite part of the morning.

"Ready girl?" Izuku grinned down at the ecstatic dog who barked in reply.

The instant the two of them passed the big rock, they both broke out in full speed, leaving behind a cloud of dust. Happy barks filled the air as she gained the upper hand. Izuku laughed as the dog turned to look back at him lagging behind her. He always did these races without his quirk to assist him. It was only fair and it helped him work on his natural stamina in case he was ever in a situation where he couldn't use his quirk. Always good to be prepared.

He watched as she bounded up the first steep hill on the trail. There were a few small hills on this route, but this one was the hardest to climb and Mighty had the advantage with her four legs so she always managed to pull ahead first. She stopped at the top and barked him on before quickly disappearing over the crest.

When he reached the top, he stopped for just a second to take in his surroundings. This part of the park was a heavily wooded area with numerous trails that many people used to hike or run. It also served as a great view of the city skyline and he couldn't help but stop and admire the rising sun from between the foggy buildings every time. Then Mighty barked to pull him out of his thoughts.

"It's not over yet!" He called after her and raced down the hill, putting on an extra burst of speed to easily close the distance.

Tail wagging, she nipped playfully at his feet as they sprinted along the path, side by side. There weren't many people out this early so he usually had the trail to himself. The only sounds were the wind in the trees, the leaves crunching under feet and paws, Mighty barking beside him, and his own unrestrained glee as they ran together.

These were the mornings he loved. Just the two of them, away from the stresses that came with pro-hero work. He wouldn't trade being a hero for anything, but sometimes it got to be too much so coming here to clear his mind with a little run was always a cathartic release, only made better by the furry companion by his side.

The short bridge that arched over the creek signaled the last mile. Getting more serious, Izuku pulled ahead of Mighty, not able to hold back the giant grin as he streaked across the bridge, startling a few birds off the railings which Mighty barked at as she came up behind him.

Up ahead was a large open meadow with a small duck pond near the center. A few benches were scattered about the path and he saw the same elderly couple sitting in their usual spot with a bag of rice and seed to feed the plethora of ducks waddling around their feet.

"You got him this time Mighty!" The old man looked up as the two of them zipped down the path towards the couple.

"Show 'em what girls can do!" The woman cracked a smile, waving her hands.

"Morning Mr. and Mrs. Fujino!" Izuku waved as he passed. "Don't count me out yet!"

Mighty barked her greeting and took a detour, herding some ducks closer to the couple then with a quick lick to Mr. Fujino's hand, she sprinted back to catch up to Izuku.

The Fujino's marked the last leg of the race. The only thing left was to climb the top of the largest hill in the park to the old oak tree at the top. That was the finishing line. It was always a gamble as to who finished first every day, but Mighty sure had a competitive spirit.

Izuku pumped his legs as he steadily made his way up to the dirt trail, Mighty just behind him before she suddenly veered left and disappeared into the shrubbery. He was so focused on the tree that slowly came into view just around the curve as he neared the top that he didn't notice.

Just as the path leveled out, almost to the finish line, he glanced back to see no sign of his dog. The tree was a few feet away when a furry mass ambushed him from the side, knocking him clean off his feet. The pro hero landed in the grass with a heavy Oof. Sitting on his chest was Mighty, looking quite proud of herself.

"Cheater!" He laughed, trying his best to hold back the slobbery licks she was determined to give him. "Okay, okay, I'll call it a tie!"

 Katsuki Bakugo

Now Katsuki on the other hand would totally be a cat person. Not that he has anything against dogs, but cats are more his style. They don't need constant attention and are pretty much self-sufficient. Just the way he likes it.

That being said, Katuski would go all out on toys and the latest gizmos to take care of his cat. Has a self-cleaning litter box, a waterfall bowl, an automatic feeder, etc. You get the picture.

Oh, and toys galore. If he has space, this cat is getting a personal jungle gym that lets him walk up to the ceiling. S.P.O.I.L.E.D.

Doesn't like to tell people just how much he actually loves this cat because he's never been one to express emotions, but this cat just gets him to his core. They share the same wavelength and he appreciates that. The cat is the only one he trusts to open up to, so sometimes you might catch him ranting to the poor thing who just stares back with big wide eyes and occasional meows. Yup, totally gets him.

I see him with a super chill cat, like maybe a Ragdoll or a Russian Blue. Something that tolerates his constant screaming and explosions.

This guy is just as bad at names. It'll definitely be something long and dramatic like Lord Cat Explosion Demon God of Furballs. Yep. He doesn't take criticism so most people call him Lord Furballs, much to his disdain.

Katsuki won't ask for attention from the cat, but the little furry feline is a total cuddler and will often find itself curled up in his lap or even on his neck if Katsuki's sitting on the couch. You better believe this guy won't be moving until that cat decides it's time to move. He's been late to meetings with friends because of this cuddly cat.

He's a hero so this cat is definitely being treated right. Katuski is no slacker when it comes to caring for his lil buddy. The vet is on speed dial should anything ever happen.

Did someone say a custom-made collar that matches his hero costume to a tee?

He's never loved anything more.

 ...

"Uh, hey Bakubro, why is your cat glaring at me?" Ejiro asked, staring down at the feline.

"What?" Katsuki didn't even bother to look up from his laptop.

"Your cat. It's giving me the evil eye. I thought it was supposed to be friendly." The red-haired hero frowned, not able to break eye contact with the cat. "I don’t think it likes me."

The small furry creature had lazily curled up in the sunspot next to Katsuki's feet, purring away without a care in the world. It seemed harmless enough, except for the heavy glare it was shooting Ejiro's way.

"Heh," Katsuki finally glanced down and crossed his arms. "He's not glaring. That's just his face."

"Ah," Ejiro nodded, "like father like son."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean!?"

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[honeybeesugar]

Okay, I need to complain with everyone else about the mess that was st4 v2, and yeah I'm gonna petty about it:

The collar papa put on eleven had no consequences. I thought maybe it'd limit her powers like the pill thing in 001's neck or it'd activate a shock if she used them. Literally what did this device do other than unnecessarily prolong Papa's death scene.

The military didn't pursue the pizza van??

Stancy…is weird to me. Like it felt forced. Don't get me wrong, I loved these two together at first but this felt like backwards steps for their characters. I would've loved to see everyone pushing them together only for them to both realize, actually, they really are better as friends and get closure and move on. I want them both to stay single for a minute and figure their own shit out.

Where are the parents? From how the town gathering scene ended in v1, I expected them to say or do something… anything.

Like maybe they would be responsible for stopping the basketball team. Also where is the rest of the basketball team?

How that was handled with Erica and Lucas made me ill. Like I know cops aren't helpful to black teens but like where are the cops? Where are the parents? 

I thought Lucas was gonna sing :( that would've been the sweetest way to save max, especially since Caleb can and he'd be doing the thing he made fun of Dustin for. It would've saved us from this weird eleven restarting her heart thing and been extra emotional from the lyrics and just imagine how broken he'd sound after fighting with Jason. 

I kinda wish that instead of Dustin going back into the Upside Down (and hurting his leg which is like just not addressed? They make my boy give out water??) that he had instead ran to the Creel house and helped Erica beat the shit out of the highschooler tackling her and then how awesome would it be for him to see Lucas sing Max back to reality.

The whole Eddie not running from the Demobats thing. Is. Upsetting. There was no reason for it. The plan doesn't make sense to me. What was stopping the bats from flying through the gate in the first place, since we've seen the demogorgons can pass through? How was him sticking around going to help if the bats were distracted by attacking the trailer? Why wouldn't he keep running until he had to face the bats? Bro had a shitty little shield and a spear (why a spear?). Instead, I would've loved for him to outrun the bats to the Creel house and use his spear to cut the other teens loose. Running and becoming a hero.

Um, the other teens also did, like nothing. They choked out for like 15 minutes. You'd think someone would use a lighter or have a panicked heart to heart. It felt so boring and useless.

Also they take out Vecna way too easy. Like, guy still has powers and they were fighting him fully awake. I think it'd be cooler if they had attacked their way through the vines and weakened him. Or even just burned down the house.

Hated the use of Nancy's vecna-ing. I'll just leave that at that.

Other kids could've been at risk of getting vecna'd, like Lucas said, regardless of whether or not they used them as bait. Why wasn't that something they were worried about?

Hated Mike's speech to El. "I'm forcing myself to say I love you. And yeah it's cause you have powers." Like my god, the worst writing.

Will's painting - really bugged me that Lucas wasn't shown in it, I assume he's on the horse, but I thought it was weird that he's covered in every shot. I only noticed this because El isn't in the painting. I think Mike would question that after everything Will said.

Honestly. I can't even get into Will rn. Let the boy come out, let the boy be happy.

California team had so many important players and I feel like they did almost nothing this entire season. Have someone reach out to 008, as much as I hated that storyline. Have literally any emotional crux.

I also thought the Russian team would have more? Idk something? I was getting pretty sick of whatever they were doing with Yuri and the helicopter and it culminated to nothing. I thought maybe there would be something having to do with Dimitri and Mikhail. Uh, are they just chilling in Hawkins now? 

Where did the sword come from? They didn't follow up on the particles??

2 days later… I laughed. It wasn't funny. What the hell is this timeline for everyone to reunite?

Henry becoming vecna and meeting the mind flayer and building this new dimension was confusing. Was anything explained? Did I miss something? Which is in charge? I cannot be bothered to go back and rewatch until ST5 comes out.

[jordluna]

You Meet Steve Rogers (Natasha x daughter!reader)

Summary: On a mission to rescue hostages, you end up meeting Captain America along the way. The daughter reader is 15. Since reader is in her teenage years she's pretty sassy and her and Nat have a kinda bitchy relationship but it's still sweet though.

"I have a mission with Steve to go on. I should be back in the morning so stay home, and don't do anything reckless while I'm gone." Natasha says while loading up guns on her cat suit as you sit on the couch of your apartment and binge the 100 on the T.V.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay here." You say while shoving a load full of popcorn in your mouth. You want her to leave badly so you can go onto the next season before the next day.

"Stay here and don't stay up late." She says firmly as you turn your back to face her to say one last remark.

"No mom, I'll go to the popular girl's party, get drunk, and hook up with the hottest dude I see." She rolls her eyes as she leaves the apartment, while you snicker to herself.

Just as your about to get up to make some more popcorn your phone rings from your hoodie. You pull it out,hoping one of your friends wants to chat with you so you won't be bored all night. Instead you see Director Fury's name on the screen.

You groan, as you swipe to answer it, knowing never to not answer Fury's calls.

"Was-sup Fury." You say while shutting off the T.V.

"Agent Romanoff, it's great to here from you again. Since you haven't showed up to Shield the past two weeks." Fury says not even trying to hid the annoyance in his voice.

"Two weeks already? Well I've been very busy with school work and all." You lie, as for the real reason you haven't shown up is because you were to busy binging The 100."Romanoff I think you must have forgotten you're on Spring break." You wince as you have totally forgotten.

"Shit." You mutter under your breathe. "Shit, indeed." Fury says back after a little bit of silence.

"So why'd you call me exactly?" You ask. "I need you as back up on your mother's and Steve's mission." He then explains their mission to you.

"So what do I have to do?" You ask annoyed that your all nighter is ruined, due to saving lives. "You, my least favorite Romanoff, have to collect Shield's intel on the ship. You can also kick some ass if needed." You sigh while putting on your cat suit and loading your weapons.

"Will do pirate dude." You say while leaving the apartment. "Also I'm so flattered to be your least favorite Romanoff."

"A car should be in the front of your house to escort you to the quinjet. You can jump off shortly after Natasha and Steve are already inside the ship."

"Sounds easy enough."

"Don't disappoint me y/n." You just sigh and end the call. You let your red hair down from the messy bun it was already in. Well time to do the dirty work.

*****

As you hide in the back of the ship you do what Fury instructed and waited for everyone to get off before you leave. Once you jump off you immediately start making your way to the to the control room to grab the data and go, hoping maybe just maybe you can finish one last episode before your mom comes home. Men immediately start running at you but you take out your dagger and slide towards them on your knees, slicing their thighs.

As they knell to the floor you stab them in the chest and make a break for the room. You think about using your guns tonight off the men in front of you but you know that's more of Natasha's thing than yours. Plus the guns would be to loud and you don't want to bump into anyone you know on the mission.

So instead you just do the simple hand to hand combat and leave without a single bruising or scratch as usual while the guys are wailing in pain on the ground.

"Sorry about that, but to be fair you did ruin my movie night." You say with a sinister smile.

*****

Steve moves around the ship looking for the rest of the hostages when he sees pirates injured on the ground. He immediately thinks it's Natasha since there is no there person that can fight without some sort of weapon as good as her. Let alone lave five men unconscious on the ground. As he walks closer he sees two more injured guys on the ground with what appear to be stab wounds.

"Nat, I didn't know you had an interest in knives." Steve says into his ear piece. Natasha is confused by his statement wondering what he is talking about. It then hits her. You were here.

"I'm not." She simply says as Steve is now also more confused.

*****

As you enter the control room you immediately put the hard drive in and start collecting whatever you can. Just then something comes crashing through the door with some unconscious guy underneath him.

"Hey Rogers." You say with a small smirk on your face, recognizing the man as Captain America.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" He says sternly as he pushes you back into the wall, harshly, putting his shield up to your collar bone so you couldn't escape. However you showed no fear in your eyes as you weren't even scared, just irritated that you're still in this room.

"Damn, is this how people introduced themselves in the forties? I'm here on Director Fury's orders."

"To collect Shield intel?"

"Why are you asking if you obviously already know." You say.

"Who are you?" He says firmly looking for an answer.

"Name's y/n. I would ask for your name but I already know because of the whole being a popsicle in a freezer for 97 years."

"You knocked all those guards out there?" He says looking down at the bloody knife in your holster. You just nod quickly hoping to get out of here before your mother finds you and grounds you for life.

"Why would Fury send a 14 year old girl out here?" Ok, now your annoyed with the interrogation.

"I'm 15 Cap. Get your facts strait before spitting them out." He most likely annoyed to as he's pushing you a little more further against the wall. Just as your about to grab the knife and stab him the thigh a familiar voice fills the room.

"Let her go Steve." Natasha says as he releases the pressure on your collar bone. As he moves out of the way you see the one person you've been planning on avoiding this entire mission. Natasha gives you the deadliest glare you've ever seen her give you. You tense for a second but let your muscles relax knowing this isn't the time to be a wimp.

"Hey-" She immediately cuts you off."Я сказал тебе оставаться дома." She's yelling to you in Russian, that's not good. (I told you to stay home.)

"Я знаю, но Фьюри сказал, что тебе нужна помощь.There for here I am." You say trying to reason with her as Steve just watches you guys very confused. (I know, but Fury said you needed back up.) She takes the hard drive out and throws it to you. You catch it and immediately put it in your pocket."Фьюри твоя мать? Нет, я." (Is Fury your mother? No, I am.) You sigh in defeat.

"Can I say something?" Steve says loudly.

"Shut it star spangled capris." You say as he is clearly taken aback.  All of a sudden a grenade is thrown at you by the unconscious guy but Steve uses his shield to knock it away. He grabs the you and your mother and crash into a window. Smoke fills the air as you chuckle slightly at the look on Steve's face when you mocked him. However Steve and Natasha just look at you weirdly and your face goes back to its stern expression.

  ******

You, Natasha, and Steve stand in front Fury's desk in Shield's headquarters. As he stares at you three without saying anything you try to avoid eye contact and just tap the floor with your boot.

"Why would you send a child out on our mission without telling me?" Steve says interrupting the silence.

"Cap did you see the results of putting her on the field? Her mission was to collect Shield intel, and she did it with even getting a few of our foes hurt." Fury responds with and you look at your mother and see a smirk on her face, which makes you feel even more accomplished.

"People could have gotten killed and hurt." Steve says.

"I believe Fury sent the best assassins and super soldier to make sure that didn't happen." Natasha says as you nod your head agreeing.

"The kid could have gotten hurt!"

"Agent y/n Romanoff, is one of the best junior agents, Shield has ever seen. She doesn't get hurt easily." You see the shocked look on Steve's face, mixed with confusion. You, Fury, and Natasha try your best not to laugh as Steve's mouth is practically wide open.

"You better close your mouth before a fly goes in." You say as Steve moves his head looking at you, then Natasha, then back at you. He slowly starts to notice how similar you two are.

"Oh, yeah. I have a daughter." Natasha says as if she just accidentally forgot to mention it before.

"Oh hell no. I'm dreaming." Steve says raising his arms up and starts to leave the room.

"I can assure you that I'm very much real." You say laughing.

I enjoyed making this one a lot. I also just love writing sassy y/n. Sorry if Russian is wrong I'm so sorry I just used google translate. Also I might move to tumblr idk. Next story will be You're okay!

[honeybunny-sawamura]

Chapter 4: First Date

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3k

It took just two more times of them running into each other, a couple of texts, and another coffee run for the handsome police officer to finally ask the pretty figure skater out on a proper date. 

The restaurant is cozy and it’s pretty busy, but Daichi knows the owner; is good friends with them in fact. Nozomi is impressed that there’s a table waiting for them with how full the restaurant seems to be. It’s got a good view of the city and after he pulls a chair out for her and make sure she’s comfortable (such a gentleman) Nozomi can’t help stare out of the window in wonder. Daichi stares as well but he’s not looking out into the city; he takes this time to appreciate Nozomi’s beauty with her soft looking hair cascading down one of her shoulders and fitting nicely in a navy-blue halter dress. The city lights are reflecting in Nozomi’s dark eyes and he swears they’re like stars in a night sky. He sucks in a breath when she turns her attention to him, and his mind goes blank. He feels like he should say something; like continue the conversation they were having in his car as they drove over here. But Daichi can’t remember what they had talked about earlier. He’s saved by a waitress who comes over to bring their water and menus and he’s somewhat thankful for the distraction. He was already feeling hot under his collar.

Nozomi is also glad for the waitress because Daichi was staring at her with such intensity that she felt like she was gonna melt into her chair. She listens to the waitress tell them about the restaurant’s special while she chances a glance at Daichi. His ear and cheeks are tinged with pink but he’s got his polite and professional demeanor on. He looks so good in his dark grey slacks and dark blue shirt (purely coincidental) that it makes her bite her lower lip. His shoulders are squared in attention and his nice thick arms are flexed that the figure skater wants to know what they feel like. When the waitress leaves them to decide, Daichi turns back to Nozomi who’s burying her red face in one of the menu books.

“Are you okay?” he asks her in concern.

“I’m fine!” she squeaks from behind the fancy menu, trying to will her blush to go down.

“Sorry for just staring at you earlier...” Daichi starts and Nozomi lowers the book down to give him her attention.

“I just... You’re so beautiful.” he finally gets out and he loves the way Nozomi’s cheeks turn pinker than before and her eyes widen so that he can see the stars in her eyes shine at his compliment.

“I… Thank you… You’re very handsome yourself.” She returns before quickly ducking back behind the menu. He shakes his head while feeling his own face flush at her words. They both busy themselves by looking through the menu; piping up to ask what the other is having and pointing out what looks yummy. It doesn’t take long for them to figure out what they want and it’s Nozomi who flags down the waitress. When their order has been placed, the figure skater goes back to looking out the window. She’s trying her best to calm her beating heart but when she peeks over at Daichi and catches him staring again, she flusters. Daichi chuckles lowly and he rubs the back of his neck in bashfulness and Nozomi finds this habit of his so endearing.

“The city nights look like stars…” she ponders aloud. Daichi looks out into the city and he hums in agreement.

“Miyagi had some of the best night views, if I remember.” And that opens the conversation up to star gazing and astronomical events they’ve seen when they were both still living in their hometown. Daichi quickly learns that Nozomi is fascinated in astronomy and can blather for hours about the subject. But he doesn’t mind; it’s fitting, honestly, about how much she loves the stars in the sky when she has some twinkling in her eyes. He listens intently to her talk about waking up in the middle of the night not to miss the meteor showers even if she had school the next day. In return, Daichi shares the time he and his brothers slept in a tent out in their backyard to wait for that same meteor shower and somehow, he woke up to marshmallows in his hair. They both laugh at that and were still giggling about it when their food came.

Their conversation continued throughout dinner and desserts as they talked about anything and everything. Nozomi shares that she had studied and trained in Russia before coming back to Japan for the figure skating competition. That somehow leads to her teaching Daichi simple Russian phrases; things like “Thank you” and “What’s your name?”. Daichi makes a mental note to try and study some English or Russian. He thinks it would be useful but more importantly, he wants to impress Nozomi. In return, Daichi teaches her about volleyball and the different types of positions. He feels his chest puff out in pride when she’s applauds him for taking on the captain role in his last year in high school. He shares stories of past games and even promises to invite her one day to see him and his gym buddies play. “I’ll hold you to that.” Nozomi tells him and he pinky promises.

When they notice that the restaurant is starting to clear out, the couple decides to leave as well. Both of them amazed at how much time they spent just talking. Daichi is thinking of his next move as he and Nozomi are at the register to pay for their dinner. He wants to spend more time with her, but he doesn’t know which option to go to; move to a bar? A coffee shop? He mulls it over as he insists on paying for dinner (He gets Nozomi’s cute pout, which he doesn’t mind.) and when they finally step out, he opens his mouth but Nozomi beats him to it,

“I saw a park somewhere close by... Do you... Wanna take a walk with me there?” she shyly asks and Daichi smiles warmly. He offers a hand to her and replies,

“I would love to Ms. Hoshikai.” Nozomi huffs softly but she a lovely shade of pink when she slips her hand into his. She can feel the callous on his hands from sports and work against her soft palm.

“You can call me Nozomi, I don’t mind... If you let me call you by just Daichi.” she bargains with him playfully. Daichi gives her the fondest smile she’s seen yet before raising their joined hands and letting his lips brush her knuckles. It sends a current through Nozomi’s arm to her whole body and she almost squeaks.

“Call me however you like… Nozomi.” he almost purrs and there’s a mix of cute and naughty thoughts bouncing in her head. She lets Daichi lead the way to the park, too dazed to let herself walk.

Nozomi awes at the fairy light wrapped trees when they enter the park; the stroll there wasn’t too far. The whole setting of the park reminds her somewhat of the Christmas lights in Russia and it makes her giddy. Daichi rubs his thumb against the back of her hand and she turns to look at him with sparkling eyes. He doesn’t remember how many times she’s taken his breath away, but he doesn’t mind each time. They talk softly as they trek on, continuing their earlier conversation from the restaurant. When they get closer to the center of the park, they can hear music; slow and tender. Nozomi doesn’t know what spurs her to do it but she turns to him and says,

“Dance with me?” her heart is quivering nervously in her chest, but she wants to do this. Daichi is taken aback by her request and while he doesn’t want to deny her, he sheepishly responds,

“I... I don’t know how...” but it doesn’t seem to dissuade her and she pulls him closer to the central area of the park.

“I’ll teach you.” she says. She has them face one another and takes one of his hand in hers. Then she takes his other hand to let it rest on her waist. Daichi swallows and licks his lips in nervousness but he grips her there and looks down at her with determination, ready for her instructions. She brightens up at his willingness to learn and she begins to lead him in a slow dance, coaching him softly and steadily. The park central is soon littered with giggles and apologies. The officer has stepped on Nozomi’s toes here and there, and he stammers an apology each time. But the figure skater just giggles and tells him it’s okay before gently leading him on the correct steps. Daichi starts to get the hang of it after a few minutes and though he’s still a little awkward, he’s smiling as he’s able to sway to the music with her. He’s concentrated on their steps and she finds it so endearing. He suddenly looks up at her with a grin and she blinks at him when suddenly he maneuvers her into a big spin. Nozomi laughs in delight at this and she spins back into him. Daichi catches her and pulls her close but maybe a little too close because he’s got her so flushed up against him. They stare at each other hearts beating wildly. Daichi watches Nozomi’s eyes flicker to his lips for a second and he’s sure he does the same. He wants to kiss her; wonders if she’ll taste like the honey she had with her dessert. He wants to know. They move their heads a little closer to each other until they hear a chuckle. They jump apart and look to find an elderly couple passing by who are clearly amused by the two of them. Daichi and Nozomi are blushing like two teens getting caught making out. Trying to hide his embarrassment, the officer clears his throat,

“I-I should get you home...” he says to her and Nozomi’s heart sinks a little, wishing she could spend more time with him. She mumbles a little “okay” before they start to make their way out of the park to go back to where he’s parked his car.

They don't say much on the way to her apartment, but the air is comfortable enough that they don’t need words. The radio softly plays in the background and Nozomi sometimes hums along. Daichi’s heart fills with something as he listens to her; he likes this. His hand twitches on the gear shift as he misses how soft and small her hands felt in his. He glances over and sees that one of her hands that was resting on her lap was close enough for him to take; but he didn’t want to be too forward and rude. Unbeknownst to him, Nozomi wanted to feel his hand in hers again, too. She touches the knuckles that he kissed earlier and feels her cheeks redden as she recalls how soft his lips were. She takes a peek at him and watches as he drives them along. She loves how fluffy his hair looks and admires the sharpness of his jawline. Her eyes travel down to his broad shoulders and sturdy frame and remembers when he had accidently pulled her too close to him when they were dancing. One would think he’d be too hard and stiff with a frame like his, but all Nozomi felt was warmth and a gentle firmness. For the briefest moment she was in his arms she felt safe and content; she didn’t want to leave his embrace. Even now, Daichi’s presence gave off that same feeling she felt when she was wrapped up in him.

Her apartment building soon comes into view and Nozomi’s heart sinks more. She doesn’t want the night to end yet. Daichi pulls into the guest parking lot and when he kills the engine, he squeezes the steering for a moment before turning to her and undoing his seatbelt,

“Let me walk you to your apartment?” he offers and Nozomi nods, relived that they’re stretching this as long as they can. As they make their way up to where the figure skater lives, the go back to talking; it’s not hard to find a topic to jump on. They walk as slow as possible and even lingering outside her door for a good chunk of time when Daichi shares a cute story of him visiting an elementary school for Career Day. But when a neighbor peeks their head out into the hallway at them, they decide that it’s time to part ways.

"I had... I had a great time, tonight." Nozomi starts. Daichi can feel his body thrum with happiness.

"I did too." He agrees softly and watches Nozomi turns around to unlock her door and turn on her lights. She turns back around to face him and says something the same time he does,

"Next wee-" "This Wednesd-" They both blink at each other before letting out a laugh. Nozomi motions him to continue and Daichi rubs the back of his neck,

"I was wondering... If you're free this coming Wednesday? There's a special astronomy event happening at the planetarium. You've talked a lot about star gazing so I-"

"Yes! I'd love to! Umm… Go with you, I mean..." Nozomi answers a little too quickly, abashed at her eagerness. But Daichi's heart swells as he sees her eyes brighten with excitement and he's happy to find that the stars in her eyes are still there. Even though they've agreed on the time Daichi will be picking her up at her apartment for their Wednesday date, they are reluctant to say good bye. It feels like something needs to happen, but they don't know what it is. They linger for a moment before Daichi starts to excuse himself,

"Well... I'll see you on Wednesday. Good night." He's about to turn around when Nozomi stops him,

"Wait!" she grabs him by the hand and his hand tingles at the contact. She flounders for a bit on what to say until she blurts out,

"Text me? When you get home? So, I know you made it back safely?" she asks of him. It makes him warm all over with the way she cares and is considerate of him. He nods and gives her his usual mock salute.

"Will do, Nozomi." She doesn’t smile or laugh this time. Instead, she chews on her lower lip and looks away as she gathers the courage to murmur a request,

"Can I kiss you?"

Daichi stares at the woman in front of him, brain slightly short circuiting from her request. Nozomi’s brows crease in slight worry and her pink stained lips are slightly parted to quickly utter an apology if she needs to. But the police officer is lost in her eyes; they're so dark brown that it takes the illumination from her hallway light to distinguish where her irises are. But he likes them; for stars only shine their brightest in the darkest of night skies. And the stars in hers are quivering, scared that she's being too forward; too scared he'll say no. But he won't say no. He'll never say no to this. He closes the distance between them and brings a hand up to stroke her cheek. He watches it tint in a rosy color and he breathes out his answer,

"Yes..." And his eyes close slowly when she tip toes up and leans forward to gently place a kiss on his lips. It's small and a tad hesitant but it's everything. The kiss only lasts a moment before she's pulling away, but he chases and kisses her back; holding her face a little firmly with both his hands and slotting his lips onto hers. Nozomi gasps but it’s soon followed by a soft moan that makes the hairs on the back of his neck raise. And to answer his own question on what her kiss would taste like; it is indeed sweet as honey and warm. Before it can get any further, Daichi reluctantly pulls away. He opens his eyes to see hers half lidded and lips parted for another kiss, but he refuses the temptation.

"It's late... You should head inside." he says breathlessly. Nozomi blinks in focus and once she's back to earth, she blushes a bright red and stutters in agreement,

"A-Ah Right! And you need to head home!” Daichi nods. Before he pulls away completely, he places a kiss on her forehead.

“Good night, Nozomi.” Her heart leaps for joy at the way he says her name. It sounds wonderful coming off his lips.

“Good night, Daichi.” He can feel something bang around in his chest as she calls him by his first name. He has to push down the urge to kiss her again but it’s not so simple. It’s already a bit difficult to make his way towards the elevator. Nozomi waits until Daichi’s inside of it and waves to him. He waves back before the doors close and he descends. Once she steps in her apartment and locks her door, the figure skater lets out a squeal and throws herself onto her couch. She grabs a pillow and buries her face in it as she replays the kiss in her head over and over. She then replays the whole night she’s had and Nozomi is squealing all over again.

Daichi leans against his car as he thinks about how she asked if she could kiss him. How could a simple request captivate him so? Yet it did and he hopes she asks him for kisses more and more. His heart is full, and he's elated to have another date with her on Wednesday. He wants to see her again, spend more time with her, just be in her presence all the time. He blushes at his thoughts and desires. One a time, he tells himself as he gets in his car. He touches his lips that still tingle from their kiss. He lets out a grin and pulls out of the parking lot to his way home. Wednesday can’t come soon enough.

Taglist: @tsumtsumland​ @ceo-of-daichi​ @daichis-kitty​ @karasimpno​

[guigz1-coldwar]

"Sarcasm" : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Sarcasm"

Chapter Summary : Yirina is remembering who is Stitch to her before arriving to the New Jersey with Park & Sims

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3600

Warning : little NSFW content !

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The cold air of Ukraine was accompanying us on the way back to a Perseus base as I was with Zasha themselves after apparently another training in sniper rifle but on our faces, we could see that we were angered in the inside, mad to still be there with Perseus. Of course, we were wearing our usual military outfit, holding in my hands a very well cleaned no-scoped Mosin-Nagant as Zasha had one with a scope.

We were walking on a dirt path and at our sight, we could see the entrance of the guarded base and before we arrived in front of it, I stopped Zasha by myself, leading them just behind a military truck, hidden from the guards view. It was sure that I needed to have a private talk with them & my actions meaned that it was very important to do this.

"Ok, you're sure to do this ?" I asked to them, peaking my head one last time around the truck to check if nobody was here before looking at them again.

"We have to do this, we can't stay here any longer." They replied, sure of their response.

"I understand." I breathed, leaning myself against the truck. "Any news from Dedov ?"

"He....he has arrived in England and he's awaiting for me to come." They said in a low voice, cracking to talk about this.

"Listen." I moved my hands on their arms, trying to reassure them. "We're the 3th of January, we just need to prepare further our plan and then, the 6th, we're off the USSR in our way to England." I added, grinning at them. "We're going to do this, Zed. You, me, Portnova & Dedov."

"Not Freya ?" I shook my idea at that.

"It seems that she's no longer the Freya Helvig I once know." I exclaimed, sniffing in desesperation. "She still claims that she loves me but I could see the lies in her expressions & voice."

"Did you break up with her ?" They asked, looking curious at me and again, I shook my head.

"Will do it before we all left the country." I whispered, adding to my shaking head, holding back the tears inside of me. "Single again...." Then, I could feel a tear coming out of my right eye

"Come on, Yirina." They put their hand on my left shoulder, having seen my tear from my eye. "You're gonna get through this, we are going to do this."

"I know..." I cleaned the tear from my face before I removed myself from the truck. "There will no step back for us to do." They nodded, understanding the risks of our plan.

"Yiri is a little bit disturbed to flee the country but she prefers to live a better life with me than staying alone in a KGB office." They told me, talking about Portnova with emotions. "I gave her Beans for the moment until we came back to Moscow today."

"Don't worry, Zasha." I gave them a little friendly tap before I start to move. "Let's go at our car to leave this place." They nodded as we got away from hiding behind that truck.

We returned to the Perseus soldiers sight who kept the entrance & they allowed us to enter in the big yard with a lot of cars and military trucks. They were also soldiers walking around the place either for their training or to patrol the sector, we didn't focus more on the surroundings and more instead on walking to get on our own car. We started to pack our things in the car, removing the backpack we had and put them in the backseats, no one was disturbing us....no one.

"Grigoriev !" I could hear a man yelling at me and I looked at where that guy was to discover a man, wearing a blask mask and a black hood too.

"'Stitch' !"  I exclaimed fully annoyed by seeing that man before I looked briefly at Zasha "Stay near the car." I whispered at them as they were at the other side of the car with back right door opened before I closed my door to have my eyes on Stitch. "What do you want ?"

"You already leaving us ?" He asked, crossing his arms, sounding more provoking at me.

"Yeah..." I started, sounding a fake happy. "Can't stand any more to see your face around." I added, making a silent laugh.

"It's sure that you don't change." He exclaimed at me, sure of him.

"With you, I can't, one-eyed dumbass." I smirked before I could see him decross his arm to clench his fists in anger.

"Remove that words from your stupid mouth, Grigoriev." He pointed at me with his left hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I said, starting to move to face him, my hand on my chest, fainting to apologize and to be outraged. "You would have preferred other things like stupid asshole or fucking douchebag." I spread my arms to make him hit me as people start to gather around us, awaiting for the fight to break.

"Not going to work on me, сука !" He told me, trying to keep his cool and angriness in control and still clenching his fists.

"Guess you have better things to do like....." I rolled my eyes, thinking of something. "Fucking with Naga or....no....getting fucked by Naga."

"Don't...." He poked me on my shoulder, wanting me to stop.

"Did you like it rough, Stitch ? Do you want me to fuck you harder ?" I exclaimed, apparently retaking Naga's words as I supposely heard one day and that was enough for Stitch.

He looked at me with his deadly remaining eye before trying to throw an punch at me in rage that I was able to avoid in a quick move before I start to react by myself, successfully removing his mask off his face and then, I punched him in the face, causing him to step back. The others were cheering to see blood and if they wanted to see broken bones & blood, so be it ! After he step back, I waited that he striked again on me to make my move. As he tried to punch me with his right fist, I managed to grab him by his collar and to headbutt him.

After that, I make him roll over me, still holding until he touch the ground on his back and once he was on it, I moved my right leg to put it above the back of his neck to not make him move at all. I then grabbed his left arm with my two arms, with the intentions of breaking it.

"Want to say sorry ?" I asked him, having him on the ground.

"Иди нахуй себя ! (Go fuck yourself !)" He replied, enraged at me.

"Wrong answer !" I then proceeded to break his left arm with my hands but also with my other leg, causing him to curse and scream at me in russian as I was continuing in my moves and the soldiers around us were surprised by that.

"Yirina !" I could hear a female voice coming from the soldiers to reveal Freya herself, pushing the soldier in her path away. "Stop that immediately." She ordered me as I wasn't stopping until I decided to give a last kick on Stitch before I let him free by getting up, enough of beating him.

I decided to return back to the car where Zasha was waiting for me, near it. They were pretty amazed by what I did, not having any blood or something broken on me. The only thing  I broke here was my  links with Perseus....and Stitch left arm. I was going to enter the car until I felt a hand on my left shoulder.

"We need to talk, Yiri !" It was Freya herself, sounding apologizing.

"Don't call me like that, I'm not your 'Yiri !" I exclaimed, sounding angry at her, not wanting to have a talk with her. "Stop taking me for just an stupid redhead woman."

"No, it's not like that."  She tried to say, confused. "I love you..."

"Oh, yeah, you love me....uh..." I looked at her with wide eyes, not believing a word from her. "And what about Sonya ?"

"So-Sonya ?" She asked, not understanding me at all.

"Again, don't take me for stupid, Freya !" I told her, poking her. "I saw you multiples times making love with them and hearing you saying that you love them to the death." I looked away, taking a deep breath. "I'm breaking up with you !" I affirmed, sure of my own words as she start to panick at me.

"No, you can't....you can't do that to me." She was losing her words, her voice cracking by that.

"Perseus has been lying to me on my life for years and you still want to follow him, you made me sick, Freya." I said, getting more & more angry in my voice. "Where's the Freya I once knew ?" I asked to her "Where is she for fuck sake ?"

"I....I..."

"No, don't say anything." I cut her straight, fully angered now before I looked at her right hand, precisely on a ring. "Give me back my mother ring." I said as I take her hand to remove the ring and surprisely, she wasn't doing anything to counter me, still shocked by hearing this news. "I wanted to engage you for real but now, this is the past, we should have never been together."  I then put the ring in one of my pocket before I decided to go into the car.

"Please, Yirina, I'm sorry." She tried to make me change my mind, putting her hands on the car window as Zasha was getting into the car, next to me.

"Say that to your Sonya." I told her from inside before I started the car engine and then drove off the place with Zasha, not even looking behind me as we left the base behind us.

"I did the right choice !"

"Yirina !" Someone was nudging me as I was sleeping in the car that brought us to New Jersey. We had to quickly leave the New Orleans and we had decided to take the car as a mean of transport instead of the plane, making at least 19 hours of long trip between the two states. I slowly opened my eyes to discover Park was the one who was doing this to me.

"Aw shit, we're arrived ?" I asked as I was awakening in the backseat of the car, redressing myself to see that the car was stopped somewhere, looking as a military base and in the evening as we left the New Orleans at 1 AM. She nodded at me with an smile.

"Yeah, you started to sleep after we got through Washington." She replied at me before she opened the door of the car to let me get outside, allowing to strech up my body, tired of have spent hours in that car.

"You were sleeping like an baby !" Sims exclaimed at me as he was getting our stuff out of the car's trunk. It was the only the three of us, Wolf stayed in the New Orleans as he was assigned to the place we lived in for days.

"At least, someone didn't decide to woke me up brutally." I scoffed at him, making him remember the bad thing he did on me and laugh too as I moved to get my own bag. "I wasn't so noisy ?" I asked, curious.

"You talked a little." Park responded as she took her own bag, given by Sims. "I didn't hear what was this about and Sims neither." She then give me a little tap on my arm "You can maybe tell me later if you want." I nodded to her before I looked around.

"So, this is the place we had to join Adler..." I whispered as I was seeing the base we were now. "What's the name of the place ?"

"Fort Dix !" Sims answered, closing the trunk of the car, with his own bag in hand. "We're just staying for dealing with Stitch before we start to find a new place for a safehouse." He added before he start to walk to get into a building as we soon followed him.

Stitch.....his name was Vikhor Kuzmin....and he was the brother of that Sonya. It was weird for me to not remember him clearly and that memory I just had, now I could remember him. How I was able to break his arm like that as he was more tougher than me ? Must say that I'm still surprised by that myself. Now, we are trying to stop this guy who is in the US without knowing exactly what are his plans in here.

We entered the building with Sims & Park as Sims was leading the way for us. He knew the place very well and some of the guys too, greeting them on the way before we finally arrived in a sort of briefing room where we could see Adler, already dressed in his military outfit, apparently didn't change himself since he arrived here, standing next to a projector and there were Woods & Mason present too but also an man holding a sort of riot helmet and a woman in a baseball cap, having syringes along her arm.

"Sims !" Adler greeted him as we got inside the room, shaking his hand with an smile before he looked at us both with Park. "Park." He nodded at her, hesitating to shake hands with her but they did anyways before Adler looked at me. "Yirina." He said in a low voice and we shook hands....weirdly.

"So, how was the New Orleans ?" Woods stepped in, sit on a chair alongside Mason, asking that to us.

"Pretty nice....." I started with an little smile. "If we don't count the Ku Klux Klan." I added, almost laughing before I sit down....and realized that everyone except Park & Sims looked at me with wide eyes as they didn't believe that I will say these words.

"Let's just say that Yirina was able to meet those guys from up close." Sims snorted to all of them. "In short, she was captured." He added as I could see Woods & Mason sort of amazed by that story.

"At least, she's still alive." Adler breathed, not even wanting to know more before he pointed to me & Park the two person that we don't know. "Yirina, Park, I'm presenting to you Zeyna Ossou from the DGSE." He started by the woman, who waved at us and we returned the favor "And this is Wyatt Jones nicknamed 'Bulldozer' from the US Marines." He pointed at him, who nodded at us as a sign of politeness.

"Our good old Bulldozer !" Sims exclaimed, looking at Jones.

"See that you didn't change at all, Sims." Jones said back to him.

"Okay, time for me to explain the situation !" Adler interrupted the friendly situation as he started to move next to the projector and turn it on to reveal the picture of the good old Stitch himself, still masked...wearing an prisoner uniform. "This is Vikhor 'Stitch' Kuzmin, he was the the production chief of the Nova-6 in Rebirth Island until the CIA raided the place." By hearing the place's name, I could see briefly Mason getting a little bit out of him, like a blank stare on his face before he came back to normal.

"I guess that you know him well, Adler, since you were there that day, I believe." Woods said, calling out Adler who slowly nodded.

"We got him captured but he wasn't so helpful so...." He scratched the back of his head, thinking. "I make him lose an eye." He breathed, looking at all of us, trying to catch our reactions....I guess nobody was surprised on how far Adler could go in his brutality.....I know that very well..... "He left an message for us in West-Berlin, explaining why we are here in New Jersey."

"You know well that it's a trap, Adler." Zeyna exclaimed.

"Yeah but you know also well that innocents are gonna die if we do nothing about it." He replied back to her, almost going to get angry for sure before he showed us a picture of a mall. "He has moved to an commercial mall called 'The Pines' and by what I heard, it's been days that the mall was closed."

"So, what's the plan ?" Park asked to him

"We broke in and we kill Stitch for good." Adler replied.....Hmmm....that's not an plan....but just the mission in general.

"That is the plan ?" I questioned him, biting a part of lips, looking not so sure to go into that place without an perfect plan. "We can't enter if we don't planify this...."

"Listen, we don't have time to do this kind of stuff, Yirina." He cut me straight, causing me to get up from my seat, not angry but just to confront him. "Stitch is unpredictable and having him around can't make us wait..."

"So, your plan is to send us inside a trap and to improvise ?" I cut him this time, crossing my arms above my chest. "Tell me if you got other plan to get rid of me, it would be perfect." I added, my grudge against him coming back before the door of the room opened.

"Adler, we got the reports for...." I turned around to see.....Hudson....after 3 years ago, the man that saw me like nothing and when our eyes met, I could see his shocked glare on me, seeing me alive after all these times. "What the fuck ?" He whispered before he looked at Adler. "What's the hell is this ?"

"Zeyna, Jones...." Adler started, getting his look on the two. "You might need to leave the room for an moment, there will be an private talk that you shouldn't witness." He suggested and the two...had no choices but to comply for it and got up, leaving the room in no time. Now, there were just me, Park, Mason, Woods, Adler, Sims & Hudson...the Egghead. "Listen..."

"I told you to dispose of her three years ago, she's an threat to the national security !" Hudson exclaimed, sounding angry to him and I could see Park stand to get on my side.

"She's under my...."

"I don't give an fuck about you think !" He cut her like that, making me angry inside of me....deep breath, Yiri !....."She is an enemy, end of the story."

"Is this what you think ?" I asked him, finding the courage to face the man himself. "I did maybe put the world in danger by inadvertently discovering Greenlight while I was working with Perseus but I did avoid him to blow your fucking work !" I said, giving my thoughts on the whole fucking situation. "I've been helping Adler & the team for almost 3 weeks since last month and nonetheless, the Egghead still see me as an enemy." I added....literally giving him that nickname I've had in head.....I did the right thing.....

"We wouldn't be able to advance more if Yirina wasn't there." Park defended me, getting her hand on my shoulder as Mason & Woods also moved to get next to me.

"Park's right, Hudson !" Mason arrived on my side. "Yirina is been helping us like she did 3 years ago and she's a good person for Christ sake."

"So you know right ?" Hudson asked and Mason nodded, certainely refering to me & Mason old state. "Nevertheless, she's different from all of us and think what you want to think but she's not one of us." He affirmed as I tried to keep my calm to his man face, resisting the urge to punch him in his teeth. "Isn't right, Bell ?" He added, making me take a deep breath, looking at the ceilling, still resisting.

"Tell it one more time...." Woods moved to face him, getting between me & Hudson. "I'm beating the shit out of you." He poked at Hudson chest before he removed himself to get back on his seat. Hudson wasn't still believing in me at all, looking at me with denial, like if I was still nothing before he decide to look at Adler.

"So, you have a plan against Stitch ?" He asked him, moving away from me, nearly nudging me.

"Oh, yeah, don't worry, Adler has a big plan for that." I scoffed like that, trying to joke to have my temper going down.

"Is that sarcasm, Yirina ?" He questioned me, raising an eyebrow at me.

"You're goddamn right, it's sarcasm !" I exclaimed, spreading my arms, looking at him as my voice was going louder. "A month ago, I woke up, realizing that I wasn't dead by your fault and having spent 3 years in a coma in a moscovite hospital and then, I found out that Perseus was still around making his moves." I then start to look around in the room facing the entire group, getting myself angrier. "We, our little group, we're making our best to not die but hey, let's go inside a fucking mall where Stitch is awaiting for us to kill everyone of us because someone here was stupid enough to not have a plan !" I looked back at Adler, looking at him with an deadly glare "So, forgive me, you ignorant fuck but sarcasm is all I fucking got !" I decided to move back to get on my seat again "Sarcasm !" I almost yelled before I finally sit down on my chair, getting my head hold by my hand on my forehead, feeling Park's hand on my back, trying to calm me down, before I could see her look at Adler.....

"We really need a plan !"

[mrrrrrrrt]

So my name is Martha which was formed from Marth(март) which means march from russian becaaause I was formed right before march! Like in a few days before! (But also that's a traumatic date not because of that year but because the other one ugh). I love spring sm thoughh

My age is 16-20 because I never am older than our gatekeeper but I am never younger than Host! (But some ppl assume I'm 6/hj)

Idk like 172cm+ , can't really measure and also I'm a shapeshifter xb

Yeah!!! I'm a purple anthro cat which also can look like a regular cat(but still purple)

Nooo we lost 5

Ourple(/ij). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . (purple)

Fun fact, our system is very colour based and each one's favourite colour kinda defines their personality! We think it's caused because of our synesthesia

Eng and rus only, I do understand dutch and ukranian though, but I can't write them (body knows much more and much better, I'm just pretty bad at spelling and things like that and, yk, languages)

Any! Just not spicy, not even a bit, it's a sensory hell for us💀

I do! One with songs and one with dumb funny videos I like xd https://youtu.be/jLKOBJR5vHs (Teenagers - My chemical romance) is kinda the most like me? I like my playlist as a whole :( idk it's 96 + 8 songs rn I can't calculate it's 1am wth I'm sitting here for 3 minutes calculating fukn 96 + 8 ???

I ain't a subsystem!

Idc gimme anything :D

I ain't one :(

Well I have a cool room where I can watch movies and read kids journals in headspace

Well I don't front that much but I kinda like the situation I'm in. I don't have to deal with everyday routine but I can protect my loved ones when needed

Not to body's parents and not to that doctor anymore :) besides that, all of my friends know who I am

Ahh alt stuff >:D collars and other cool things yk

Maybe die our hair in a more cool way

19. Yeah so singletona is a ftm boy who's asexual and aro spec, and also is pan and maybe open about being poly? No? I guess not really.

Well I'm a butch lesbian, orientated aroace, genderfluid and other xenogenders!^_^

20. All the ones I like <:0

21. Uh??? My mane kins are Amethyst from SU and Pinky Pie from MLP

21. How's da weather, fella?:D

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!!Host's one!!!!

Ask meme, now that it's been a while

Designed for individual members to answer. For all kinds of systems, gatekeeping will not be tolerated.

General:

1) How did you get your name? Feel free to elaborate on pre-sys memories if applicable

2) Age? (Feel free to be nonspecific)

3) Height?

4) Are you nonhuman?

6) Favorite colour?

7) What languages can you speak? Does the body know them?

8) What's something you consider yourself good at?

9) Any foods you'd like to try?

10) Do you have a playlist for yourself? What's the most 'you' song on it? How long is the playlist?

11) Are you a subsystem?

12) Coke or pepsi?

13) For Fictives: Would you recommend others watch/read/ect your source? no need to say what it is.

14) Do you have an inner world? Anything neat go on there?

15) How does being a system affect you in everyday life?

16) Are you open about it?

17) Anything you carry with you to help feel more like yourself?

18) If you could change the body at all, would you? Howso?

19) Does your gender or sexuality differ from your "singletsona" at all?

20) Favorite song in general?

21) Tell a random fact about yourself

21) Ask whatever! Do include a question with this one, this list is mostly just to get ideas flowing and people talking.

This is absolutely non exhaustive, just some ideas. I keep the right to pass on any question. Feel free to suggest your own questions.

[geniusorinsanity]

I don't know if you're still into marvel at all, but maybe a nurseydex au where dex is natasha and nursey is clint? If you're looking for prompts?

me: *whispering* idk if this is at all what you wanted but i read this prompt and literally could not get this one thing out of my head also ilu and this idea

Thetrain rattles by Solenski Plaza, and Will notes it as a reminder of the time,filing it away in the recesses of his mind like he’s been trained to do sincechildhood. He counts the cars by the jostling of their connections over therails, just to have something to do.

He’dpay attention to the beating, but it’s really just not interesting enough.

Thug-in-Chargelands one more backhand and then seems to decide it’s time for a break. Willworks his jaw, makes sure none of his teeth are loose--none are, which is good;SHIELD’s dental plan is good, but he doesn’t feel like putting up with Nursey’shalf-joking horror stories about drills--and then rolls his shoulders as muchas he can with his hands zip-tied behind his back.

“Thisis not,” Luchkov says in Russian, looking at Will with deceptive casualness,“how I wanted the evening to go.

Willlets his knees sprawl out, easy. Even rumpled and bloody, his tie loose and hiswhite collar unbuttoned, he knows what he looks like. “I know how you wantedthe evening to go,” he says. “Believe me, this is better.”

Luchkovsnorts, turning briefly away from him, but not before nodding back toThug-in-Chief. “I'd like to know why they sent you to carry out a carrier, astained glass and other random items.”

Thug-in-Chiefgrabs the back of Will’s chair and tilts him backwards, so that he’s danglingprecariously over the open ledge of the mezzanine, and Will puts feigned frightinto his expression. “I thought General Soholob was in charge of the exportbusiness,” he stammers. Come on, he thinks. Gimme the name. You’re almostthere.

“Soholob?”Luchkov laughs. “Your reputation is quite an oversell, I suppose.” He turnsback to Will, sneering. “The famous Black Widow.” He clicks his tongue, almostsadly. “Nothing but a pretty face.”

Willblinks at him, all innocence, and he can hear Nursey laughing in his earas he says, “You think I’m pretty?”

Luchkovsignals to Thug-in-Chief again. He puts Will’s chair back down on all fourlegs, and Luchkov picks up a pair of pliers from a tray. “We do not need theLermontov to transfer the tanks. Tell him, well…” He smiles, cool mirth, andsays, in English, “You may have to write it down.”

Theylook at each other, a standstill.

Thug-in-Chief’scell phone rings. Luchkov gives him a vaguely outraged look while Will triesgamely not to snicker. Thug-in-Chief pulls the phone out of his jacket pocketand answers it. “Ya?” He listens, and then, frowning, offers the phone toLuchkov. “It’s for you?”

Luchkov’sexpression goes from vaguely outraged to completely outraged, and he grabs thephone. “Who the hell is--”

Hebreaks off, listening, and as Will watches, his eyes go wide, and then he palesslightly. He casts a nervous glance at Will, and then, hesitantly, puts thephone against Will’s ear. Will frowns, put shifts his shoulder to pin the cellphone there.

“Weneed you to come in,” Agent Jack Zimmermann says, and what the fuck.

“Areyou kidding?” Will snaps. “I’m working.”

“Thistakes precedence,” Jack says. He sounds tense and tired, which is never a goodsign, since Jack is usually unflappable, but Jack also knows better than tocall Will in the middle of an op that he’s not handling. This is why Chowusually runs interference, or, better yet, just lets Nursey handle Will whenhe’s being prickly.

Still,Jack’s a superior, and a friend. “I’m in the middle of an interrogation,” Willsays. “This moron is giving me everything.”

Luchkovblinks. “I don’t...give everything.”

Willgives him a skeptical look, then says, “Look, you can’t pull me out of thisright now.” 

“Will,”Jack says, his voice hesitant, like he’s reluctant to say whatever he has tosay. He takes a breath. “Nurse’s been compromised.”

Will’sblood runs cold in his veins.

Compromisedcan mean a lot of things intheir line of work. It can mean missing, it can mean injured, itcan mean in enemy hands. And Will’s got friends in SHIELD, sure, peoplehe cares about, but no one else like Nurse--like Nursey, Derek, with hisbowstring-calloused hands and his easy grin and his love of climbing; Nurseywho taught Will that red could be fresh strawberries and homemade pizzasauce and not just blood and debt; Nursey who teases him and ruffles his hair toosoftly to be strictly friendly and calls him Dex in a voice that’sgentle and fond and makes Will’s long-frozen heart go tight and hot in hischest--

Willcurls his hands into fists.

Hesays, “Let me put you on hold.”

(all dialogue blatantly stolen from the Avengers (2012) script bc i’m lazy bye.)