#alexei should have lived

[anonym1sblog]

I decided I needed to make more fics about eagle’s nest+ Alexei

[trainer-from-unova]

mission accomplished

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ship: bob reynolds x f!reader (x the void)

summary: after you faint in a mission bob discovered that you're not dating bucky and finds the perfect opportunity to ask you to hang out with him

word count: 3k (+6k counting the second part)

c/w: hurt/comfort, fainting, needles, misunderstanding, lack of communication, post-canon (and written before watching the movie)

a/n: this is almost plotless tbh, I just put together some scenes and concepts I had in mind and character study/headcanons & I got lazy at the end, this was supposed to be longer, I'll post a second part later because I loved the interactions I wrote there so far

"It's literally you," said Bucky mockingly.

"I don't think I could build a castle with one stomp," she replied, playing along.

"Have you ever tried?" he asked.

"No, but..."

To the girl's right was Bucky, to her left was Bob, on her thighs was the almost empty popcorn bowl and in front of them was the television with Frozen. It was a film that Bucky, because of his age and his past, had never seen, but he knew and knew it was very famous so it was on his watchlist, and his best girl friend, teammate and flatmate had the same powers as one of the main characters, so he had decided to watch it once and for all. The others had already seen it, but still joined him on the couch of the living room. The others were away from the base, which was normal: John had a wife and very young child, Alexei had been locked up in prison for about twenty years, and Ava and Antonia had been controlled and isolated by their circumstances, so when they had a chance to go out and have a normal life in their free time they took it.

Suddenly they heard footsteps and hooves coming into the room, and then there they heard someone press the switches to turn on part of the living room light near the hall. It was obviously Yelena, bundled up with the intention of taking Fanny for a walk.

"Can I go with you?" asked Bob as he watched his friend bend down to attach the leash to the dog's collar.

"Yeah," she replied as she stood up, and he got up from the couch, leaving the other two standing there alone.

It was winter, so it was obviously cold. The two of them were bundled up as they walked the dog around Central Park, their hands in their pockets as they talked. When they were alone they usually talked about the team, specifically Bucky and _______.

Bob loved the latter very much. And he also liked the former, he was a good man he admired and was grateful to him for helping him in the past and making him a better person. But he couldn't help feeling jealous, not just because he wanted her all to himself but because of how insecure he was — he thought it was more likely that she had feelings for Bucky than for him, and obviously he also saw it as possible that Bucky was in love with her. In the moment before, watching Frozen with them, he couldn't help but feel that his presence was in their way, that they would rather be alone and cuddling. Luckily for him he was saved by the bell.

"You should have stayed and watched the movie with them," Yelena said slightly annoyed by her friend's self-sabotage, but at the same time holding back her laughter. She averted her eyes from her dog running away behind the tennis ball she'd thrown her well away seconds before to take a quick glance at her friend next to her, and passed her smile on to him.

After _______ she was the one he felt most comfortable with and was closest to so he confessed this secret to her, and she always encouraged him to confess his feelings and told him that she clearly reciprocated his feelings, but he didn't listen or believe her.

"Am I such bad company?" He replied a little mockingly as she shook her head silently and went back to watching her dog, catching the ball in her mouth.

"I know worse," she said sarcastically and nudging him affectionately, and Bob knew exactly who she was referring to.

______ also loved Bob. They had been through all kinds of situations together. She considered it normal to fall in love with him, but she also considered it normal for him to fall in love with Yelena and vice versa. And she was also her friend and considered her a good woman, but she couldn't help feeling jealous of the closeness between the two of them.

Bucky and ______ were literally in the same situation as Yelena and Bob, talking about the others and trying to convince her that Bob felt the same way about her and that she should be encouraged to hit on him or ask him out on a date.

"Don't get so worked up about it," Bucky told her as _______ leaned back at the kitchen island, watching as he quickly scrubbed the bowl of popcorn they had eaten with Bob's help earlier. The mood had been tense since the latter had gone after Yelena, as if she were another dog.

"Who says I'm thinking about them?" and he looked at her annoyed, saying "Really?" with his eyes. "I'm just waiting for him to propose first, I'm an old-fashioned woman," she joked as he put the bowl in the sink, though she wasn't partly lying.

"In my day women used to propose too, you know?" he decided to say, playing along as he dried his hands with a towel.

"What a liar you are," she laughed as she went over to hug him, and he returned the gesture as they heard the door of the house open and close, and a couple of footsteps. A few seconds later she broke away from him and turned to see who was approaching them: it was Bob.

She tensed, hoping he hadn't heard anything, and he tensed at the sight of her hugging and being hugged by Bucky, but they both tried to hide it as best they could.

"Hey, how was the walk?" he asked as Yelena and Fanny appeared on the scene as well.

"Good," he replied, "are you guys done with the movie yet?"

"Yeah," she replied as Bucky and Yelena gave each other a quick glance, trying not to laugh at the situation. Sometimes, alone together, the two talked about their best friends and the clear amorous tension between them, but they never confirmed to each other that either of them confessed to being in love with the other, keeping the confession a secret.

The team was assembled in full for yet another mission, this time in the southern hemisphere, in a well-insulated laboratory in the middle of an Australian desert. It was hot as hell, and the worst offender was ______ — it didn't help that she was moving around, the suit she was wearing and that not all the rooms in the building were air-conditioned. Her powers had disadvantages in that she couldn't tolerate the heat at all well and had to be well hydrated at all times — she was melting.

One last shot from Yelena a few metres away from her and mission accomplished, that was what the blonde said through her earpiece to warn the others who were in other locations, but all she heard was the gunshot, and even though she was in front of her she heard it in the distance as her vision began to darken.

"Yelena, I'm fainting," she announced as she tried to hold on to one of the tables in the lab where they were, drawing her friend's attention. She couldn't even hear herself.

She turned quickly when she heard it, and saw her friend's lips turning white as she slumped to the floor. Luckily for her, she didn't hit her head too hard because it fell on one of the corpses they had killed seconds before, either with a gun or by sticking weapons made of ice. Yelena ran to her and crouched down to her level to hold her in her arms.

"______ has fainted!" she announced through her earpiece.

"What!?" asked a voice familiar to her, but Yelena couldn't tell if it was worried Bob or angry Void.

He was the first to arrive at their location, followed by the others (except for Alexei who was in the jet, waiting for them).

"The blood isn't hers," Yelena reported as the most powerful of the group took her in his arms and scanned her up and down, reassuringly. She knew that, especially for him, the blood stood out too much on her suit, "and luckily she hadn't hit her head."

"Quick, to the jet," Bucky said as Antonia grabbed what they had come to steal.

The jet wasn't the best place to give medical assistance, but at least they could give her serums with IVs, and there was air conditioning and fresh water, which everyone could use.

Antonia stowed the stolen items and sat in the passenger seat next to Alexei to help him and turn on as much lighting as possible, so it would be easier to find her veins and stick her. Ava pulled out some towels and quickly threw them on the floor so she could lie there and be comfortable, while Bucky went to get the serums and John got a fresh bottle of water. He laid down _______ and stepped away, leaving the others to do their thing but mostly to hold his hands over his head and go around blaming everyone for what had happened and swearing to kill them if her situation got worse — there was no longer any doubt for anyone present, the present was Void and not Bob. They chose to ignore him, letting the insults and threats go in one ear and out the other, but they felt his anxious gaze upon them.

Ava crouched down, pinning her knees behind her teammate's head, and lifted her up for John to give her a drink of water, who was in the same position as her but to her right, while Bucky prepared the serums and needles. When she had drunk enough water, with Yelena digging her knees into the passed-out woman's left to remove her gear, she unzipped the front of her suit a little to cool her down further.

Then Ava laid her back down and the blonde squeezed her arm tightly with her left hand and began tapping the veins with the fingers of her right hand as John stepped back to make room for Bucky to do the same as Yelena on her right arm. The IVs were punctured, the serum bags were left on her abdomen and Antonia turned off the lights above her so that she wouldn't disturb them while she slept. Bucky continued to sit next to her, and Ava got up to drink water next to John.

"Will you shut the fuck up?!" Yelena asked Void as she approached him, trying to keep the volume down even if it was a little lower than he was. "This is nobody's fault, it's a fucking heat stroke!" she reminded him, stepping in front of him. "If you're so worried about her, shut up and let her rest," she whispered seriously and firmly as she looked him in the eyes and grabbed his shoulders. Void wasn't as fond of this one as Bob was, but after ______ she was the one he could stand the best of all those present, so he listened to her.

Perhaps it was the poking or the shouting of Void, but the young woman came to her senses for a moment. At first she barely heard anything and had trouble opening her eyes. She turned her neck (which she noticed was resting on a small towel soaked with cold water) towards her favourite voice and the first thing she saw when she was able to focus her eyes as the blurring stopped was Yelena in front of what she thought was Bob, with her hands on his shoulders and him staring into her eyes. She didn't like what she saw.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty, are you all right?" Bucky asked as he realised she had woken up, although she clearly wasn't completely awake. It was obvious from her facial expression how exhausted she was, and that she was still not fully conscious. It caught not only her attention, but that of the others, who, except for the pilots, turned to look at her.

"Tired..." she whispered as she grimaced and closed her eyes again, as even the dim light bothered her. She couldn't see Void looking worriedly at her and approaching her. "Mission accomplished...?"

"Yeah," John replied.

"Don't worry about it and get some rest, you deserve it," Ava said.

They didn't have to prod her much, she quickly fell asleep again, with the others calmer about her condition and silent so as not to wake her again. When they arrived in New York she was still asleep, but Bob woke up. They removed her IVs and when they got home it was Bucky who carried her to her room and laid her on her bed, even though he wanted to do it himself.

"Bucky, can I... stay with her now?" Bob asked him when the older man came out of her bedroom, after laying her down on her bed. Ava and Yelena were inside, changing her into fresh, comfortable clothes while Antonia went to deliver the stolen goods. "I know... you two are very close," he said nervously, "but you've already been taking care of her on the jet and you should rest," and it was partly true, but he didn't want to take care of her just because he thought Bucky deserved some rest, "let me take care of her," and instantly he saw Bucky smile, and as always, he thought the worst — he thought he was laughing at him, but in fact he was doing it in a loving and genuinely happy way. "I didn't mean to offend you, I'm sorry," he said even more nervously and apologetically.

"No, don't be," he shook his head, trying to wipe away his smile but failing in the attempt. "But... did you really think that she and I... are dating or something?"

"Um yeah, didn't you...?" he asked confused. "It depends on the day, really," he shrugged, "but yeah, sometimes, yeah."

"No, no! She's all yours, don't worry," he tapped him on the shoulder, and he knew from his smile and the look on his face that he knew. "I know you'll take good care of her," he said before he left, not only referring to that day.

He stood in thought, happy to have the way clear but confused that he had realised his feelings for her, wondering if the others had noticed too, and especially her.

The next time she woke up was in her bedroom. She woke up slowly, and noticed that she was wearing one of her pyjamas and that the window was open, so it was cool. When she opened her eyes she saw that the light was dim, with one of her lamps on. She turned her neck and saw that the bedroom door was closed (so that she wouldn't hear noises that might wake her up and so that the heat from the heater wouldn't come in) but that she wasn't alone — Bob was sleeping as a ball in her chair, resting his elbow on the armrest and his cheek on his fist, covered with blankets and warm from head to toe, with a hat included.

She looked at him for a moment, smiling. Then she got out of bed and moved slowly and quietly to the window to close it, and then to him to cover him well, but the movement woke him.

"Hey," he greeted half-sleepily, happy and yet confused to see her awake and up, tucking him in.

"Shit," she cursed, pulling away from him quickly, "did I wake you? I'm sorry."

"No no, don't worry about it," he said as he sat up properly, "How are you?" he asked as he reached down for a bottle of water on the floor beside the chair. "You had a heat stroke and fainted," he informed her as he handed her the bottle.

"I'm better now," she said as she pulled the cap off the bottle, "thank you," she said before raising it to her lips, and as she drank she noticed that she was wearing plasters on the inside of her elbows.

"Bucky and Yelena shot you up with serum in the jet," he reported as he saw her eyes go to these.

"Oh yeah, Ithink I remember..." she said as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"And she and Ava put you in your pajamas."

"I thought so," she said smiling sideways, but then her face saddened. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for everything."

"No no," he hastened to say worriedly, getting up to sit next to her, "it's normal, it could have happened to any of us, don't worry."

She knew it probably hadn't happened to him in particular, but she appreciated his attempt to cheer her up. She smiled apologetically at him and dared to lean her head on his shoulder, and he did the same, leaning his head on hers and holding her hand, interlacing their fingers and stroking it with his thumb.

"Look, you need to cheer up," Bob said suddenly and pulling his head away from hers but still holding her hand, and he didn't even believe himself what he was saying at last, but he really wanted to cheer her up and it was the perfect opportunity to offer her some time alone together, "so this weekend we're going out, wherever you want and it's on me, okay?" he said smiling sweetly at her.

"Okay," she said laughing quietly, "thank you."

[writerslittlelibrary]

Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

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a/n: I figured writing some headcanons was a bit less pressuring, and I enjoyed this so much! I’ll definitely be writing more headcanons in the future :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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Into You || (Bob Reynolds x reader x The Void)

Summary: The closeness between Y/N and Bob was evident. There were small moments, hand touches and lingered looks that spoke for themselves, but they remained silent. Until one night.

Author's note: Hello! Honestly i can't stop writing for Bob Reynolds, once I start with one idea, I'm already starting with another ✨️ I still don't know how Sentry/Void will be introduced to us, so I apologize if I don't get the character's as it should be.

Enjoy!!! 💌

《tags: fluff, void being present, hints of sexual tension, reader having powers like polaris (at this point, reader will be polaris lol, references of the scene of wanda iykyk 👀 》

The attraction between Bob and Y/N was evident.

Everyone in the compound saw it, except them. Or maybe they were shy enough not to notice it. The accidental touches when they passed each other, when Y/N was in the kitchen and Bob bumped by accident into her to get a glass of water, or when on each mission he made sure the girl was okay. Just a glance was enough for both of them to communicate if one of them needed help or was in trouble. And he always had his eyes on her when they were fighting together with the team against the common enemy.

After battles they used to heal there wounds, Y/N's more so than Bob's, since the man's undeniable strength and power was an important factor that helped him not get hurt so easily. Anyway, he was always in the corner of the infirmary room while he watched the girl's wounds being treated and cleaned. Bob hated it when she winced, and even though she tried to camouflage it, he could notice how the knuckles of Y/N's fists turned white. Bob wanted nothing but to take away all the pain she felt, and if he could have it, he would gladly take it.

The team usually teases them about it. They always found the perfect opportunity to let Bob and Y/N know that they both had a genuine connection, and an undeniable tension whenever they were around them. Alexei always pointed this out and moved his eyebrows repeatedly at Bob when he saw Y/N enter the room. Or when Ava was reading a book in the living room and heard the pair's low laughter as they stood in the kitchen, looking like a married couple. Even Bucky joined in on the thousands of occasions to tease them for their closeness.

Bob's serenity and shyness didn't let him get so close to Y/N so easily, but that didn't stop him from always being there for her.

Like right now, for example.

Y/N had stayed up late training, because she was still having a hard time handling her hand-to-hand combat. It wasn't that she was beaten in missions, but she wanted to be able to have complete control of this type of fight. Y/N was much better at handling weapons, and although it was almost ironic how she could defeat the bad guys with them and not with her body, she was always triumphant against whoever she was fighting.

Before being on the team, the girl had no idea how to handle a weapon or even defend herself, but after Hydra experimented on her and maked her their pawn, she had acquired certain types of skills, such as telekinesis and mind control.

Now that no one was there, Y/N was taking advantage of the solitude to continue training.

On the other hand, Bob had been kept awake due to memories invading his head non-stop. He still had a hard time staying in control and calm, so in calm instances like this, he had to take advantage of it.

The man was walking through the halls of the compound when he stopped to hear sounds of punches coming from the training room. He stops and looks through the crack of the door to observe Y/N in the room.

He feels like a creepy for spying on her like that, but he can't take his eyes off her; not to her body, but to her. Bob begins to feel chills as soon as a sensation begins to form in his chest. A feeling he knows very well.

"No, no," he mutters to himself.

He feels Void's presence beginning to become present in the environment, and although he always tries to defeat it, he never succeeds. It's like Void wants to be present whenever Y/N is around.

I mean, who wouldn't? Bob thinks to himself.

"Oh, yes, dear Bobby," the evil presence tells him, letting out a dark laugh as he walks safely into the training room, without scaring away the girl who has her back turn to him for the moment.

Y/N doesn't even flinch from Void's presence with her in the room, but when she hears his voice she becomes alarmed.

"Your posture is wrong" Void says.

Y/N lets out a small scream as she turns around and with her powers raises a knife that is a few centimeters from the man's face. She lets out a more relaxed sigh and frowns.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" she asks.

He smiles at her and moves the knife with his hand to let it fall to the ground.

"I could ask you the same question," he tells her, approaching her.

Y/N smiles at him and points to the training bag they use to train.

"I need to improve in hand-to-hand combat," she responds, trying to comb her hair.

Void looks at her carefully and stands at her level, facing each other.

"I can help you," he tells her. "I'm very good at hand-to-hand combat."

She shakes her head in amusement and raises an eyebrow. "If you have nothing better to do"

"Oh, believe me. Nothing is better than this opportunity."

They both get into a combat position and Void gives the first blow, which the girl dodges with agility and speed. The two continue that dance of defense and attack movements, with each passing second they feel the heat of their bodies and the agitation of the moment.

"You keep doing that posture wrong," Void points out to her, shaking his head.

His firm hands move down to Y/N's hips, where he tries to position her correctly, as the distance between them seems to get closer and closer. Void's shadowy eyes are on the girl's lips, resisting the temptation to steal a kiss.

Y/N, on the other hand, looks at the man's lips and then looks at his eyes, meeting the surprise of his gaze on hers at the same time. The corner of Void's lips curve upward, keeping his hands on the girl's waist, who doesn't seem to be bothered by the position.

"This is how you have to be positioned from now on" Void says in a whisper.

Movie night had become a tradition for the team. Alexei had given the idea of ​​meeting once a week in the living room to watch a movie together, in a way to release tensions and clear their minds from the battlefield and all the missions they had. It was exhausting, for everyone.

At first Yelena rolled her eyes at her father's idea, but she simply accepted because she had nothing better to do. Then the rest joined in, still under John's snorts at the thought of how ridiculous it was.

So now they were gathered in the living room while the movie on TV illuminated their faces. They had chosen, by vote, to watch "The Breakfast Club."

Y/N watched the movie attentively and relaxed from everything else, without noticing the fleeting and sometimes long-lasting glances that Bob gave her from the other side of the couch. If the rest of the team asked Bob at that moment what was happening in the movie, he would probably have no idea, despite having seen it before.

His attention was focused on the girl who at times laughed and looked at the screen. Bob was grateful that none of the other men present were sitting next to her, because it would be even more obvious that he had been staring at her for a while.

Beside him, someone subtly taps his arm. "You're too obvious, Bob," John whispers, popping a portion of popcorn into his mouth.

He suddenly gets nervous, but tries to look relaxed. "What are you taking about?"

John snorts and rolls his eyes. "About how you feel about Y/N."

Bob frowns and takes a quick look at the girl who is still staring at the TV.

"I don't have feelings for her. She's my teammate and a friend, nothing more," he rushes to respond, crossing his arms.

John shoots him an exasperated look as he sees the man next to him in denial about what he truly feels. The truth is that he hasn't been discreet at all when it comes to admiring Y/N, and everyone on the team can see it. Everyone except him and Y/N.

"Listen, because you sound like a fool every time you lie to yourself," the blonde tells him still in a low tone so as not to raise suspicions "It's clear that you have feelings for her, and she has feelings for you. We're not idiots to not notice every time you look at each other. The only idiots here are you and Y/N"

Bob frowns. "Don't call her an idiot."

John sighs and closes his eyes for a moment.

"You know what I mean"

Bob seems to process John's words and they are the simple truth. He couldn't keep hiding it and trying to go unnoticed about it, because if John was telling him that it was because it was more than obvious to the rest of the team, even to Alexei.

"I'm just saying don't hold onto your feelings too much, that'll only make you crazy," John says and makes a face. "Well, it's not like you haven't done it already."

Bob purses his lips and shakes his head, understanding what the blonde is referring to.

"Thank you"

John continues watching the movie and takes a portion of popcorns in his hands.

"This doesn't mean we're buddies, got it?"

Bob purses his lips and shakes his head.

"Got it"

Y/N couldn't sleep.

Her mind was plagued with horrible memories from her past, all relating to the experiments they did on her and the treatment and beatings she received for it. She had been unable to sleep for years, and when she did, only nightmares invaded her mind, tormenting and making the horrors she experienced flourish again.

The girl decides to get out of bed and leave the room to go to the terrace and let the stars surround her. When she goes out, she faces the cold of the night that imprisons her and causes her to cross her arms in an attempt to warm herself.

She is lost in her thoughts until a deep voice startles her. "Nightmares?"

"Shit" she turns around and sees Bob leaning against the wall of the terrace.

He laughs lightly and approaches slowly but surely until he is positioned next to Y/N. She realizes that the one who is actually present is Void, due to a dark and confident attitude that radiates from his person. In all this time that they have been together in the team, Y/N has been able to differentiate when it is about him and Bob. It is enough for her to just look into his eyes and notice his posture to know who she is dealing with.

Y/N relaxes and nods her head.

"Always nightmares" she answers looking at him "What about you?"

Void shrugs and rests his hands on the railings of the terrace, looking back at her.

"I'm enjoying the time I have while Bob rests"

"You're usually more present than he is," she points out and he smirks. "Why don't you let him be more present?"

The entity turns so that his entire body is facing the girl, telling her with his gaze that the answer is right in front of him.

"Because he doesn't know how to appreciate the moments he has with you."

She frowns slightly as heat covers her cheeks. It was true that every time they were together Void let her know that he liked being in Y/N's company, as did Bob. However, the latter had a hard time showing it because of his introverted personality.

She looks away at the lights covering New York City, feeling shy at Void's direct confession, who seemed confident.

"You should still give him a chance though." she points.

Void lets out a light laugh that makes Y/N's body shivers, because of how satisfied it sounds. He seems to notice her shiver, so he takes off the jacket he's wearing and covers the girl's arms, letting them rest on them for a few more minutes. Y/N smiles softly, at the same time the man's fragrance invades her nostrils.

"Oh, yeah?" he raises an eyebrow. "Tell me, who would you rather have here, now? With you."

His body seems to get closer and closer, as his eyes filled with dark desire fixate on the girl's lips.

"Well.... Sentry is more friendly, tender, and doesn't think about destroying everything in his path," she ventures to answer with a hint of amusement in her tone.

Void takes this as a sign to put his arm around the girl's waist and pull her slightly closer to him, feeling the heat radiate from their bodies suddenly.

"I can be all of that," he lets her know.

"Even if you leave your evil side aside?" she murmurs.

Void smirks.

"Oh, sweetie. I could never leave my evil side aside. You and the rest know that," he says, closing the distance between them, feeling his breath on her lips. "But for you, I could behave."

Y/N smiles lightly and he decides to close the distance between them finally, capturing her lips. Void wraps her in his arms as he feels her hands slowly rise to his neck, feeling goosebumps all of the sudden. Their mouths move in an increasingly agitated and passionate dance. Void leans her against the railing and enjoys the taste of the girl's lips, after a long time wanting to taste them. Y/N clings to his shirt, feeling the jacket covering her shoulders begin to fall, but Void is quicker to hold it and prevent the cold from hitting the girl's body.

"Damn it, get a room!" Yelena's voice exclaims behind her.

Y/N pulls away suddenly as Void stares at her flirtatiously, without caring for the presence of Yelena.

She licks her lips and looks at the blonde.

"I'm sorry" she says blushing.

"I'm not" Void intervenes, still facing away from the blonde.

Yelena shakes her head amused and sighs.

"Just don't make so much noise" she asks and then starts moving, but stops to speak "And use protection"

"Sure do" the man responds.

Y/N playfully punches him in the chest, still wrapped in his arms. Yelena leaves them alone and Y/N lets out a sigh fixing her hair. "

"So... where were we?"

Y/N rolls her eyes.

"You're unbelievable" she mutters.

"Yeah. That i'm"

And they continue their kissing session, while the lights of New York and the stars of the night sky bear witness.

[woman1festo]

on the day of Nov 14th 2019, Daniil Zasorin, 19, had been denied entrance into the classroom due to him being late.

Students told local media that a teacher had twice asked the attacker to leave a classroom, because he was being disruptive.

Zasorin returned with a pump-action shotgun (which he had snuck through school security) and entered his homeroom.

He opened fire in the room, shooting victims at their desks. where he pointed his weapon at his classmates and forced the teacher to leave the room.

The shooter then opened fire indiscriminately, targeting everyone in his crosshairs.

Most of the class hid under tables, but some stood their ground. One classmate stood up, catching the gunman’s eye.

“Hey, are you immortal?” the shooter asked, moments before shooting his unarmed victim at point blank range with the comment: “Let’s check it out!”

Before the shooting, He was spotted by another student who entered the toilet. For some unknown reason, the gunman decided not to open his body count at that time. He told the witness to jump out of the window if he wanted to live. The student survived the fall but broke both arms.

A police officer said that when a cop went up to the second floor of the institution, he saw the armed teen - who tried to shoot the officer.

The police shot back at him, wounding him in the process.

Shortly after, the shooter turned the gun on himself, ending the rampage with just one more body added to the count.

Two people had died by then, himself and one other. three others were left wounded.

Student Alexey Golubnichy, 19, survived the shooting and was rushed to hospital in "grave condition", but died during emergency surgery.

Those wounded were named as Egor Stasyuk, 17, Kasiyan Kamanets, 19, and Vladislav Rozhkov, 20. All were rushed to the hospital and survived.

According to witnesses, the classroom was covered with bullets casings. Additional ammo was found in the toilet of the bathroom.

In a recording found by police, Zasorin says an unspecified group of “those people” should have been responsible for stopping past school shootings, including the 1999 Columbine High School shooting, as well as present shootings like his own. 

[bloodywankers]

tw; yandere, domestic abuse, child abuse, drugging, alcoholism, slight nsfw, bodily harm, unedited

Hate is a strong word but even it is not nearly strong enough to describe what Alexei felt for his father, the one who snatched his mothers budding career as a ballerina right from her. Not when–if not for him, perhaps he would’ve grown up loved and cared for by a mother instead of a changing rotation of nannies and tutors. The few memories he has of her usually include crying and screaming, cursing the boy for looking like ‘that monster’--what she called his father. Now that he’s an adult, he can’t help but agree, but most normal children at that age don’t tend to understand why mommy always screams and sobs when she and daddy are alone at night.

He hates to admit it but when desperate he’d even turn to his father for a morsel of affection, not unlike his brother but both were met with his cold gaze and treatment worse than that which you expect from strangers. Because, as his brother who was equally as young best described it, “Daddy only has eyes for mommy”. Every chance he got, their father got gifts for their mother. Jewellery, dresses and any other thing money could buy, well, anything except the freedom to leave. Alexei and his brother always had gifts on birthdays and holidays too, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out they were from the nannies who took pity on them rather than their parents.

But it wasn’t always bad! Sometimes daddy, sitting in the living room, would massage mommies feet— which always seemed to hurt and need treatment— and mommy would be too tired to cry or curse at the boys. On those occasions they would be allowed to play in the living room, but only if they didn’t make any noise. On those occasions Alexei felt like a real family, just like the one in the movies, if you ignored the half-drunken cup on the table near mommy with a substance too cloudy to be called water.

No one turns out normal after a childhood like his, that’s what his last therapist said at least. So no one should blame him for finding refuge in alcohol, his brother inheriting the family business allows Alexei to run nightclubs that bleed money quite easily. A privilege he’s willing to admit most don’t have, but most don’t have a family life like his either. Nowadays he doesn’t know what his parents are up to and usually, he’s too drunk to care.

Of course, it’s not all bad, he has a nice house where he can do as he pleases. It’s nothing like a typical rich bachelors house but instead one he saw in a movie once, he’d always been jealous of the family the character had so he purchased a house that looked eerily similar to the movie set. Hoping that the association would make it feel less empty and cold, he even got the same dog the main character had. A big golden retriever that he would take on walks in the mornings after a hangover, he even feeds it on time despite his drunken habits!

But a dog and suburban house don’t fill the void left by crippling loneliness, not when humans are inherently social creatures and Alexei actively denies himself this. The comfort of alcohol is limited, you can only consume so much before it stops working so occasionally he seeks the warmth of a person, usually it’s short-lived, most people have normal lives, and normal jobs they have to get to. So he usually goes straight back to sleep after he does whatever mundane routine he’s set to follow, waking up only after the last rays of the sun are gone, but occasionally he makes exceptions. This time, due to his brother demanding he attend an event with him, some sort of charity event that involved a ballet performance.

Alexei doesn’t remember much after he saw you dance in your little dress and stage makeup. For a moment in time it felt as if you two were the only people in the world, an unfamiliar warmth in his chest as you stared right into his eyes. He’s never been one to believe in these sorts of things but it almost felt like fate as your gazes met and his heart felt truly alive for the first time in so long, a sensation he was sure was not a side effect of alcohol poisoning this time.

He could faintly remember inviting you to one of his nightclubs and you begrudgingly accepting, looking back on it, being the brother of a major backer for the event might have been part of the reason you accepted but Alexei liked to think it was because you were as charmed by him as he was you. It all felt like a blur until he found himself in a hotel room with you, sitting on a sofa with you on top of him. By that point he had too much alcohol in his system to do much more than to beg you to keep going. Letting you guide him until he was on the floor and you in his place on the sofa.

“I’ve been a good boy, haven't I? You love me, right?” He’d mutter between, his words slurred and barely audible as he took one of your feet in his hand and kissed it.

“Tell me you love me.” This time he spoke in a clarity that made all his past drunkenness seem like an act, his eyes wide opened and focused solely on yours.

“Hmm?” His grip on your foot seemed to tighten as he eagerly waited for your reply, eyes staring right into yours and a blank expression waiting to contort based on your reply. He looked almost pathetic, especially when compared to how high and mighty he seemed to act when sober.

You were quick to respond with confessions of love, lest he cut off the circulation to your foot entirely and, to your pleasure, the reply seemed satisfactory enough as he continued, shifting his focus to your breasts instead. Continuing on until the sun started to peek through the window and neither of you had any more energy to continue, although you were sure he kept going long after you passed out. However, thankfully, you were able to get up before him, carefully dressing yourself so as to not wake him.

It’s almost routine for Alexei to wake up alone after spending the night with someone but he admits to feeling a little disappointed this time, hoping he could see you at least for a last time but he tries not to linger on it for too long, it’s always been like this and this time should be no different. Even if the walk home feels especially lonely when he sees parents walk their children to school and young couples bask in each other's company. He doesn't like to admit it but that doesn't make it any less unbearable.

He’s never lingered so much after spending the night with someone, never bothered to figure out their name or the place they work at, nor as he ever bothered to add any events they could likely attend to his calendar. It’s out of character, he acknowledges as he scrolls through your social media, careful not to like any of your posts to tip you off, at least not until the time is right. It gets to the point where even people around him start to notice.

“You’ve been going around asking for information on her, how would I not know when you called the event organisers?” His brother, Viktor, said. At this point, any normal person might’ve reprimanded Alexei for acting like a lowly stalker. But it’s so difficult to tell him off when this is the longest anyone has seen him sober. Especially when he wakes up at normal hours every day and indulges in hobbies he knows you like in the hope of impressing you. This is still despite not having met you since that day. It’s hard to tell him to go back to isolating himself and indulging in little more than slowly destroying his health. And so what if knowing how his brother is, it comes at the cost of a stranger? It was a worthy sacrifice, in Viktor's eyes, if his brother could feel a sense of normalcy for the first time in his life.

According to his original plan, Alexei was going to ‘coincidentally’ meet you again and formally introduce himself. He was going to court you and go on dates with you like normal couples do, he would propose after a year with him. He didn’t mean to have you wake up with a chain to your ankle but he couldn’t help himself when he saw your attention shifting from him to someone else. He got anxious thinking all his plans had been for nothing, as he pictured you with another man while he could do nothing but offer you bitter congratulations.

As you nervously sat in front of him in the dim office, Alexei couldn’t help but smile, taking in the sight before he continued. “Despite your skill, you still haven’t gotten a main role yet, have you, [name]?”

You knew how this went, so many of the company's favourite ballet dancers had used similar means after all, but it didn’t make you feel any less dirty as you replied. “No, sir.” He looked different from that day, his hair better kept and face not as sunken in as that night. Had you met under different circumstances you would have no qualms against admitting he was a truly handsome man.

“Well, I don’t think that fair, especially for someone as talented as yourself, so, I’d like to offer to sponsor you. Of course, that is, only if you would agree to it.” You almost laughed at this. Alexei was just as aware of this as you, if you dared to deny his offer it would mark the end of your career. You would never dance again. “Sponsor…?” You couldn’t help but feel a shiver run through you as you looked up to find him smiling, it was an unfamiliar expression. Even that accursed night his expressions had been nothing short of pitiful but now he felt like a completely different person.

You couldn’t find it within you to say yes immediately, not when you still remembered the events that took place after you left that hotel room, the way your skin burned as you scrubbed it to try to get rid of that dirty sensation you felt, the way everyone stared at you when you returned to practice at the studio. They had seen you leave with him last night and could clearly see the marks peeking through. It felt unbearable to even think about it.

While you were lost in thought, you failed to notice Alexei now standing behind you as his hands placed on your shoulders.

“You’re a smart girl, you know what I mean, don’t you?”

Everything after that felt like a repeat of that night, the only difference being that this time he was sober throughout, which felt arguably worse. At least he was somewhat consolable that time, a childish pitifulness present in his expression even as he clawed through your skin and took from you with not a shred of remorse. At least then you could console yourself thinking it was a drunken mistake but this time his eyes were clear as day as they bore right into your own. His words were perfectly coherent as he proclaimed his undying love and his movements deliberate and controlled as he twisted your ankle in ways it shouldn't.

Masterlist

[wolfstarlibrarian]

9 books to read in 2025 (sweet + spicy)

Thank you SO much to @eyra for tagging me! I love an excuse to talk about books.

I had SO much fun reading these books I'm excited to share them, so pretty please let me know if you read any of them? I might put anon asks back on because I'm so eager to discuss them. Also, all of these books have HEAs.

Also, I'm working on related marauders lists for almost all of these, so stay tuned!

🌶️ = the more peppers the spicier it is

🍭 = the more lollipops the sweeter it is

Captive Prince: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

This series is one that ifykyk. It's a dark, dramatic, sexy mlm series set in a pseudo historic age and WOW. If it was a fic it'd come with tons of warnings and tags, but there's also an underlying softness between the main characters. Lots of angst and drama and characters you can't help root for. DEFINITELY an 18+ rec so please proceed accordingly.

Johann: Vampire Mates: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

I already rec'd one of the books in this series here, but this one is tied for my favorite. A modern soulmate/vampire au that's got humor, the CUTEST cinnamon roll who's inexperienced (and hundreds of years old), a russian mobster, and just enough angst to make me you ache.

Boystown Heartbreakers: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

If you're a wolfstar fan, then you'll absolutely adore this friends-to-lovers modern story about a hairstylist who is so worried about dating his DROP DEAD GORGEOUS best friend. All the internal turmoil paired with a book boyfriend you'll absolutely love, and lines that actually had me laughing out loud makes this one of my top reads for the year.

The Charm Offensive: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

This one totally surprised me with how well it dealth with mental health issues in the middle of a VERY charming story about falling in love with someone (when it's literally your job to help them fall in love with someone else). A bi-awakening and oblivious pining gem. If you want more fics that feature a reality show check out this rec list.

Myles Below Freezing: 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭

Okay can someone alert the Hazelnoot server? Because this one feels like a cross between Solntse and Sweater Weather. Myles (a cinnamon roll, nerdy Remus IMO) has to solve a murder mystery at the South Pole while trying not to fall for the sweetheart Russian Alexei. The banter is incredible and honestly my friends and I need a second book about the lesbians in it. Forced proximity, oblivious DATING, anxiety rep, action and chase scenes, cuddling, and locked-in together all in one.

Sapphire Sunset: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

If you don't know Chris Rice, he's the gay son of Anne Rice (author of Interview With A Vampire) and thank god he's followed in her footsteps because his romance books are SO good and intense and yet fluffy? It's a ton of drama about an ex-marine and a hotel heir and a family scandal for the books. Feels delightfully like an age-gap modern Drarry book.

Lightning Born: 🌶️ 🍭

A friend recommended me this Frankenstein mlm retelling, and I was like "ew, no". However, I was completely surprised by how much heart it had, and how much it reminded me of R/S. Amnesia (due to ya know, dying), forbidden love, some serious angst, and thankfully a HEA that includes lesbians getting to live out in the tropics.

Honey Girl: 🌶️🌶️ 🍭🍭🍭

This is the only book on the list with wlw as the main pairing and by god, it's beautiful. The writing style gripped me on the first page and I've been recommending it to everyone since I've read it. Imagine waking up in a hotel room in Vegas, by yourself, with a wedding band on your finger and a note. The whole book feels like an intimate love letter and it should absolutely be on your TBR.

On Writing

No spice or sweetness in this non-fiction book, because it's a book by Stephen King on writing. Whenever I talk to anyone who's struggling with their craft I always recommend this book. It's short, to the point, and will leave you feeling much more confident in your abilities while helping you improve your writing. 10/10.

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Okay well I hope you enjoy these recs! I've turned on anon asks so please share your thoughts or your own recs as I'm always looking for new books and fics to read. (We'll just ignore how long the TBR list is already...)

Tagging: @thedrarrylibrarian @wolfstarwarehouse @wolfstarmicrofic @pancakehouse @imsiriuslyreading @lavenderhaze @rainbowrowell @gayliketheancients @brandileigh2003 @mrtellmeafckingsecret @imjusthereforwolfstar And ANYONE ELSE who also love books

[scar-lie]

No One's Savior [Natasha]

Summary : Life is cruel, God gives you the life you wonder if you deserve, a life were you have no one and have to stand up by your own feet

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Being tortured, blood, death, crying

World Count : 2,777

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"Please, Nat, let's go play around,” you beg her while following her down the stairs. Their mom adopted you a year ago, seeing you in the street trying to make amends to feed yourself and survive another day in the street.

“Your mom said we could play or bike around, please? ”You give her puppy eyes that you know she can't say no to.

"Fine, fine,” she groans, but you jump on happiness and quickly drag her to the garage to get yours and her bike around the neighborhood.

You smile while biking side by side; you never imagine your life will be like this. I mean, you grow up on the street with no one, stealing people’s food, money, clothes, or anything else you can use to exchange for some money.

You were 6 years old when you learned how to steal things, but when you reach the age of 9, you steal something from Melina, but she catches you. She's hesitant at first to get you arrested or put you in the system, but you beg her to let you go, and that's when she decided to adopt you right there and then, and now it's been a year since that day.

Sure, you try to run away after a few days of staying with them, but after a few days away from them, you realize that it's much better to live with them and their strict rules, and you push yourself to adapt to their lifestyle. 

At first, Melina's daughters disagree, but with the command of their father, they don't have a choice but to accept it, so they try to get to know you until they accept you and become friends with them.

Even though Melina didn't get the papers for you to be their legal daughter by law, they still treat you like family, and you're happy to be a part of their family.

But Yelena’s sister, Natalia, is the one who makes you stay with them; she's kind, caring, and looking out for you, even if she tries to hide it.

She also catches your eyes, which makes you want to look at those emerald eyes forever. It's mesmerizing you where you sometimes zone out.

But the happy life quickly washed away when Melina and Alexei took the three of you to the Red Room. You thought it would be fine, but once they took you away, you knew that the happy life you had was now over.

“I don't want to be here, Nat,” you whisper, whimpering in the middle of the night, where only you and Nat are awake. Yelena, beside your bed, is sound asleep.

“It's ok, shh,” Nat whispers to you and reaches out to touch your face and wipe your tears. She wants to hug you and cradle you, but the handcuffs on her right hand are preventing her from doing it.

“We will get out, I promise. I’ll get you out of here. Now stop crying,” she whispered, and you nodded and made yourself comfortable.

“Promise? ”She nodded, smiling at you while she squeezed your hand.

“I promise,” she whispers, then kisses the back of your hand.

You sigh in relief, finding a safe place and comfort in the Red Room after everything you've been through for over 9 years. She still provides you comfort and a safe place, and you already fall for her, and so does she. Even though she won't admit it, she still loves you deep inside.

As long as she's here with you, you'll be okay at the end of the day. Even if your foot will bleed again from ballet, you killed someone, or they give you a punishment, you know you will be okay, and you've been holding on to Nat’s promise over the years that someday you three will be free.

But again, you should have learned the first time that not everything will stay the way it is and that promises—as someone says—are meant to be broken, and they are right.

Promise really meant to be broken, like how Natalia broke hers, how she just left you behind those bars, locked up, begging her to let you come with her.

"Natalia, please don't…don't leave me here.” You begged her when she turned around to leave this place and start her new life.

"Nat, please, I don't want to be here anymore. Please let me come with you, please.” You cry out for her, so she turns around again and puts her hands on your cheeks while she tries not to cry like you, and she smiles at you.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise... I will be back, ok? ”She whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“No, no, please, Nat.” You grip her wrist, not letting her go, but she forces herself to get her wrist back and turns around.

“NAT NO…PLEASE….YOU PROMISED…NATALIA,” you scream, bagging the metal bars and watching her walk away from your sight until she's gone, so you drop on your knees and cry to yourself.

You just wish that you didn't make a little mistake on your ballet so you wouldn't be here in this cell alone, that maybe you're now with Natasha getting out of here.

But you still hold on to another promise, the promise she didn't—again—fulfill, and you're so stupid to believe that she will come back for you.

If you have a thought past in the RedRoom, now your life in there is hell. Since Natalia escaped, they put more security, they doubled the training, and you—your life has become hell.

Why? Since she escaped, you've become the target of everyone. When you were sleeping, they tried to suffocate you. Since the handcuffs are now gone, they can do whatever they want.

They even beat you up, and for the high staff of the Red Room, gosh, they also give you a hard time. They believe that you know the whereabouts of Natalia, so they tortured you.

Drown you, beat you up, hand you up with your hands tied up on your back, and do everything they can to break you, but since you didn't say anything, they turned you into one of the greatest black widows on your program.

And since then, you hate Natalia; you blame her for everything that had happened to you, so you become, though, a cold-hearted person and a killer machine. Dreykov wants

“Uhuh…you're ready! ”He smirked, standing on his chair behind his long table, where you were standing in front of him, emotionless. 

“You've become the greatest widow I can imagine! ”He then lights up his tobacco and goes around his table and to your back, whispering in your ear.

“One of my pride and joy,” he giggled to himself, then went in front of you and sat on his table. 

“What do you think about a mission—a highly top mission, huh? ”He then took a folder, looking inside to see if it's the file he's talking about.

“I’m gladly accepting whatever mission needs to be done, sir,” you said in monotone, so he gave you the folder, and you took it.

“That's what I wanted about you; no second guessing,” he says, smirking and urging you to open up and take a look at the mission he's given you.

When you read what it is, your heart stops for a few seconds, a feeling you didn't know you would be feeling again, but thanks to the training you had, you cover it up pretty well, and then you close the folder and look at Dreykov.

“I will not let you down, sir.” 

“That's what I wanted to do here; no, go and prepare.” With that, you get out of his office and go get the things you need for the mission, to kill Natalia.

“Update to everybody? ”Steve said on the coms while he brought down four guards of the Red Room.

“Clint, east wing”

“Tony, east sky.”

“Thor, at the Helipad.”

“Lower ground in the north, Wanda.”

“Top south, Clint.”

Everybody took their update, but Nat and Steve's hearing nothing makes him worried about the redhead—not that he didn't trust her and her abilities, but still, that's his teammates in the field, fighting. 

“Nat, update? ”He reminded her, and after a few minutes, she replied.

"Underground.” Then Steve nodded to himself and went back to fighting the enemy.

“Augh! ”Natasha then coughs up the dust when she tries to open the locked gate of one of the cells in the underground. 

“I think there's no one here,” she mumbles to herself, and when she turns around and walks a few steps to go back up, there's a sound, coming to the end of the hallway, a cough. It's not audible since she's far from the source, but she's a spy, and her senses are highly activated every time.

So she quickly took her gun out, pointed to the hallway in case someone suddenly jumped on her, and slowly and carefully walked towards the sound.

Then she pointed her gun inside when she finally got to the last cell at the end of the hallway, seeing a woman tied up in the chair, blood and deep, superficial wounds littering all over her body.

She quickly put her gun down and slowly but surely walked closer, but once she's close enough to see her body up close, she freezes, seeing the birthmark on her shoulder. 

“Y/N? ”You then scoff, recognizing her voice—the same voice you've despise the most, the same voice you wanted to get revenge on.

"Natalia,” you look up at her eyes—the same eyes you've adored for years, the same eyes that gave you comfort and a safe place before, but now? Now all you see and feel is her broken promises and the betrayal she has done.

When you look into those eyes for the past few months, all you see is you being tortured over and over again. You wanted her to feel the same way you felt.

You wanted to kill her with your bare hands, but every time you tried to, she dodged it. She always fought back. She will always be greater than you.

That's why you're here now, bleeding to death because you can't kill her, so Dreykov chooses to slowly kill you, making sure to make you feel how unworthy and a failure you are that you couldn't kill the black widow herself.

“What are you waiting for, huh? ...You can now kill me,” you snarl at her. Your left eye is blurry because of the swelling and bruise, and your eyes are bleeding, making it harder to open your eye.

“No, don't say that…” Natasha quickly put her gun to her holster and kneeled in front of you, inspecting every inch of your body, making her shudder in horror.

“What have they done to you? ”She looks up at your eyes; her eyes are glistening with tears, not wanting to cry in front of you, but once you see the pity in her eyes, you scoff.

“Don’t act like you don't like what you're seeing.” You then cough up blood, making you feel even weaker than before.

“Wh-what? What are you talking about? ”She's worried that seeing coughing up blood makes her blood run cold.

“It breaks me seeing you like this,” she then proceeds to untie you while, deep inside her, she's panicking.

“You don't have to pretend like you fucking care! ”You weakly growl, getting angry at the moment.

“I do, I do care, my love, I do,” she firmly said, looking up at you. Her eyes say it all, and now tears run down her cheek, but you don't have anything in you to believe her, maybe because you already learned your lesson and don't want to be fooled once again.

“Really? Then why did you leave me here? Huh? ”Natasha, swallow the lump on her throat and go back, untying you to avoid the question.

“Why didn't you come back like you promised? ”And since your body weight is all forward, Natasha caught you when your limp body got freed from the restraint.

“I waited for you, like a fucking dog waiting for their master to come back! You betrayed me! ”She then put you down, taking you on her lap.

“And don't you fucking dare call me'my love'? I’m not the same person you once knew! ”You spat; you wanted to push her or get out of her arm—the same arms that calm you down—but now it feels like burning.

“Shhh…. You'll be OK. I promise. I’m here now…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She sniffs and wipes away her tears while she caresses your cheek, and then again you cough more blood.

“No, you're not fucking sorry, and we both know your promise meant nothing! If it's not, you should have gotten me out of here the first time, like you promised! ”She hugged you while tears streamed down her face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry,” she keeps chanting while your breathing is shallow and you're slowly losing consciousness, and Natasha notices it.

“No, Y/N, don't close your eyes... Please...” She quickly taps her intercoms to send someone to her.

“Wanda, Tony, Steve, anybody, I need back up ASAP.” She then keeps tapping your cheeks to keep you awake.

“Hang on, my love... You're going to be okay; just keep your eyes open, please. I'm not going to leave you. Again, just please...keep your eyes open,” she whispered, beg caressing your cheek like she did before.

“You know that I fucking hate you?”She gasped, hearing it from your own mouth.

“I fucking want to hurt you…..I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I want to make you feel what they have done to me! ”You look up at her eyes, tears streaming down both sides of your faces.

“Because you fucking left me here alone! ....I begged you…I called out for you. I even waited for you to come back…but you never came…you didn't fulfill your promises. Instead, you turned your back on me. You left and left me here alone, suffering.” You put your hand on top of her cheek and squeezed it the best you could.

“I was scared, Natalia. I’m scared, and you're not there anymore…I’m always scared” You put all of your strength on your hand to take her hand, move it to your lips, kiss her palm, and put it back on your cheek, squeezing it.

“I know… I know, and I’m sorry, my love….I’m sorry I left you behind….I’m sorry. I didn't mean to leave you, I didn't mean to.” She cries out, and you smile at her, a genuine smile you never did for over a year, but Natasha quickly panics when you close your eyes and your hand drops.

“No…no no no…please dekta…open your eyes…please I’m begging you…open your eyes” she tried…she tried to wake you up but you didn't show any sign of waking up, and now every second the warmth of your body is fading and thinking of them makes her wanna die too, instead she hugged and rocked you back and forth while she cried, savoring the warmth of your body that she knows she'll never feel again.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispers, putting her cheek on yours, and that's when Wanda barges into the room, worried.

“Nat? ”Wanda stopped on her track, hearing and seeing Nat cry.

“What happened? ”She slowly walks towards her and keeps a distance to give Natasha some space.

It broke Wanda seeing her like this; she knows her as a tough, wise, and smart woman who never shows any weaknesses or lowers her ground, but now that Wanda sees her at her lowest, it breaks her.

“She's gone,” Natasha chokes at her own words. It hurts to admit it and get it out of her own mouth that you're gone. She knows she has to accept it whether she likes it or not

A.N : guys I made a video of this one shot, anyone wants to see it?

[foxestacado]

I NEED TO YELL ABOUT BUCKY IN S3 OF WHAT IF...?

BUCKY WAS ABANDONED...YET AGAIN! By Steve Rogers (who didn't look for him even though he should have known that he was experimented on and therefore "different" and maybe could have survived the fall...or geez, go retrieve his body!) and now by Alexei, who had NO EXCUSES. Alexei knew that the Winter Soldier is a super soldier and could survive whatever he thought he may have died from. OR Alexei just *let* Hydra have him? And Alexei just went, WHATEVS and went to live his anonymous life in America?

ALEXEI SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THE WINTER SOLDIER IS BUCKY BARNES. As a HUGE fan of Captain America, Alexei should noticed that the Winter Soldier bears a striking resemblance to Steve Rogers' best friend. He KNEW the Winter Soldier is amnesiac AND that he's "Not a real Russian." AND the Winter Soldier even gave him a clue! Coney Island! So he must have been from New York?? UGH. If Alexei never connected two and two, he's dumber than I thought.

IMAGINE STEVE ROGERS' IRE WHEN HE FINDS OUT FIRST AVENGER RED GUARDIAN LET BUCKY BARNES GET RECAPTURED BY HYDRA AND FORCED TO ENDURE ANOTHER 40 YEARS OF TORTURE.

Also, FANSERVICE. The way Bucky whipped that massive gun out of nowhere is a nod to all of the fanfic where Bucky just hides a dozens of knives and guns on his person and whenever he needs to disarm, the weapons create a massive pile and people are like, it never ends. He keeps pulling weapons out of his socks.

BUCKY WAS SUCH A BADASS IN THIS EP.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jonathan V. Last at The Bulwark:

We now see that most institutions are weak in the face of authoritarianism. JVL’s Law is: Any institution not explicitly anti-Trump will eventually become useful to Trump. I originally thought this would apply only to media orgs. Turns out that it applies to everyone and everything. From Ross Douthat to John Fetterman, from Paul Weiss to Facebook. All of our institutions are the Republican party now.

This is an extraordinary moment and it requires extraordinary vision and actions. We must stop viewing political life through the lens of American politics as we have known it, and adopt the viewpoint of dissident movements in autocratic states. The Democratic party has more to learn from Alexei Navalny or the protesters in Serbia than it does from Chuck Schumer or strategists obsessing over message-testing crosstabs. This battle is half mass mobilization and half asymmetric warfare. Over the next year those tactics will matter more than traditional political messaging as it has been practiced here in living memory. Once you accept that reality, our next steps become clear.

The rough roadmap for how to proceed goes like this:

Demonstrate popular power in the provinces through large-scale rallies.

Use these events to organize the resistance into a mass movement that can be called into action.

Direct the mass movement into targeted political strikes: Getting blowout wins in special elections; boycotts of Tesla; etc.

Politicize everything: Attack the authoritarians for every bad thing that happens, anywhere in the world. Flood the zone.

Elevate the corruption/graft in a way that pits the billionaire insiders against the “forgotten man.”

When the moment is right, bring this movement to the Capital for a show of strength.

Use this demonstration as a slingshot to take back legislative power in the 2026 elections.

More importantly, use it to send a message to the institutional actors that people will have their back if they show courage.1

2. The Near Term

Winning in 2026 will not be sufficient to stop the authoritarian push; but it is necessary. And the only way to win is people power. That’s it. No institutions are going to save us. The courts won’t stop the authoritarians. Corporate interests won’t stop them. The Democratic party won’t stop them, either. If the authoritarians can be stopped then the Democratic party will be the vehicle through which people wield power. But the Democratic party, as an institution, is too weak and desiccated to stage a real fight against Trumpism. It will have to be pushed into fighting by a mass popular movement. AOC’s public events over the last week have been exactly what the opposition needs.

She is making herself a rally point and telling everyone who wants to resist that they have a place to go. She should do these rallies, over and over, across the country. But not in Washington or New York. Not yet. When you look at the history of dissident movements, they almost always begin in the outer provinces. The autocrats’ power is greatest near the literal center of the government they control. The further you get from their power center, the weaker their hold and the more risks they have to take if they want to put down demonstrations. AOC went to Denver and Phoenix last week. She needs to go to Nashua and Nashville. Houston and Chicago. Oakland and Oklahoma City. The bigger these rallies get, the better. Make them ongoing events. She will need an infrastructure. It’s not enough to get 30,000 people in the streets. You need to get them organized. People in the pro-democracy space will need to help figure out how to do that—how to turn live attendance into lists that can be activated.

3. Solidarity

The last piece of the puzzle is leadership and solidarity. The dissident movement needs a leader. AOC has been the primary person to step up, though Chris Murphy and a few others have been banging the drum. Maybe in time someone else will emerge as a more potent leader for the movement they are incubating. But either way: Without a leader, this movement will not materialize. People need a rally point. History makes that clear. Whoever this leader is, she will be imperfect. In addition to being imperfect, she will not be everyone’s first choice. If you are a Paul Ryan-style conservative, you will have many disagreements with, say, AOC. If you are a progressive and Mark Cuban becomes the leader of the opposition, you will have many disagreements with him. Hear me when I say this: There can be no purity tests in the pro-democracy opposition.4 You are either against Trump, or not. If you are against Trump then the anti-Trump movement must operate in solidarity. We do not have the luxury of saying, “Well yes, I dislike Trump. But Leader X wants higher marginal tax rates, so I can’t sign on with that.” This doesn’t mean you have to agree with everyone in the opposition. Just for the sake of argument, let’s pretend it’s October 2026 and AOC is the face of the opposition. You don’t have to suddenly love the Green New Deal and single-payer healthcare. You can disagree with those policies. But you cannot use those disagreements as pretext to distance yourself from the opposition movement. Remember: Any person or institution not explicitly anti-Trump becomes useful to him. You are either on the bus or you are off. And the point of solidarity is that everyone in the anti-Trump opposition needs to support one another. Again: History is clear on this. So that’s the plan. Find a leader. Bring people together in person, far away from the capital’s control. Build momentum. Organize your supporters. Harness the power of their mass. Build toward an explicit show of strength. Take back control of Congress. And then, if we’re lucky, we can start thinking about an endgame.

Jonathan V. Last wrote a solid piece in The Bulwark on how anti-Trump forces should think and act like a dissident movement: unite on opposing Trump and Trumpist Tyranny.

[diedraechin]

[Sneak Peek] What Chapter are we on now????

Chapter 52? Really? Damn.

Anyway, I have like one half of a scene to write before giving this to Io to edit, but I didn't want you all to think I've forgotten you since we're in the midst of the Grand Prix series. Besides the spills in the Skate Canada Men's Short (I'm still in the process of watching) reminded me of the even splattier place I left you hanging... So I thought I'd give you some fan chatter from the stands as a treat!

I did cut a bit out for length because I needed the set up but wanted to end on a specific punchline. So just know that there is more back and forth as a certain pole dance instructor gets a Katsuki lesson... 😉

“Ok. I found it.” Tabitha squinted at her phone. “He’s skating in the second to last group according to Skate Trails.” She looked away from her phone and over at her wife. “I don’t really keep up with Men’s though, so I can’t tell you anything about Katsuki.”

Jade just shook her head and leaned back into her seat. “That’s fine. I just wanted to see if we’d missed his skate because it’d be nice to see how he does.”

“I didn’t realize that you were a Katsuki fan!” One of the women behind them leaned forward. Jade and Tabby had chatted with her during the Pairs event earlier before going off on their antiquing adventure with the friends they were staying with during the break between the Pairs event and the Men’s. Though they’d ended up missing most of the first two groups all together since dinner had gone long. Still, it was kind of nice to see a familiar face. While Jade had known this was going to be an all day thing, it was really an all day thing.

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“I heard that a Grand Prix thing is coming to Detroit.” Jade was just happy to have something to add to the conversation.

“Really?!” Tabitha looked at her. “To Detroit? I haven’t looked to see where Skate America was going to be next season yet.”

Katsuki fan nodded. “Oh yeah. And I really hope that Yuuri gets assigned since he trains in Detroit because I will definitely drive down from Guelph if he does. I’d love to see him live again. And when the events are smaller like Grand Prixs, it can be easier to meet the skaters if they have the time and inclination.”

"Time and inclination? Katsuki?" No one could miss the snark from Newcomer, but given that she knew Yuuri wasn't the most...forward person, Jade didn't exactly disagree.

Katsuki fan smacked her hands on her thighs. "Let me dream!" Then she broke out into a wide smile and laughed.

“Looks like they’re going to let them onto the ice.” Katsuki fan’s friend said as she shook her friend's arm.

Jade and Tabitha turned around in their seats and sure enough, almost as soon as they settled, the announcer was declaring the start of the group and the skaters all took off onto the ice, some handing things off to the people standing on the other side of the boards as the six skaters scattered across the ice.

“I can’t tell who is who.” Jade said.

“Fluffy hair in the Japan jacket is Murata, he’s the other Japanese skater. Slicked back hair is Yuuri.” Katsuki fan said.

Over the speakers, the announcer started calling out the names of the skaters and the country they represented and each skater was greeted with cheers and applause even though none of the skaters broke from their warmup to acknowledge it. Behind them, Katsuki’s fan cheered for each skater but was especially loud when Yuuri’s name was called, shouting “Yuuri, Ganbaaaaa!”

On the ice, Yuuri unzipped his jacket as he headed to the boards and he handed it over to someone there.

“Oh my god! Is that Kai Tamm?! Kai showed up?! Hallelujah!” Katsuki fan certainly sounded overjoyed. “Should have been checking the forums, I bet her showing up was already mentioned.”

So did her friend. “My prayers have been answered! Do you think if I pray hard enough, he’ll come to his senses and go back to Alexei?”

Jade glanced over her shoulder at them.

“Kai is the assistant coach at the Detroit Skate Club that Yuuri works with. She’s the tiny Hawaiian woman next to the idiot Italian with the big hair who is supposed to be Yuuri’s coach. Sorry, I’m just from the side of Yuuri’s fandom who isn’t really pleased with how Cialdini is coaching our boy.”

And when Jade looked back, it was the woman who was talking to Yuuri as he nodded. Another skater came up and stopped in a way that sprayed Yuuri with ice, but Yuuri just leaned over and brushed the crystals off his black pants without looking away from the woman.

“Rude.” Tabitha muttered. “Shouldn’t he get in trouble?”

“It’s Michele Crispino. It wouldn’t be a competition where they competed together without Yuuri getting sprayed by a Michele hockey stop.” And as Newcomer finished their commentary, Michele left the boards, but not without patting Yuuri once on the shoulder. Without looking Yuuri held out a thumbs up to the other skater which Yuuri’s coach seemed to approve of since he looked like he was laughing.

“Michele is going to regret that because KAI IS HERE!” Katsuki’s fan cheered. A few people around them chuckled.

“Using the Goncharov (1973) soundtrack for his Free is reason enough for Mickey to come ahead of Katsuki!” someone commented.

“Are you a Mickey fan or a Goncharov fan?” Newcomer asked.

“Does it matter?” came the reply.

[goldenpinof]

putin: *has elections*

putin: *finally kills the only opponent he feared*

putin's regime killed Navalny?! if this is true and people won't do anything-

[screamlet]

fic authors self rec

thank you for the tag @rcmclachlan!

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

i've also been writing a long fucking time, so check out that fandom spread, lol

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what are your intentions? (9-1-1, bucktommy, 143k)

It's Tommy and Buck—the family they find and the family they make.

Tommy's too old and been in this world too long to be this nervous about a first… third… fifth? Date with this guy. He's twisting the bottle of red wine in the palm of his hand as he takes all of six steps to Evan's front door, where he'd been standing not even a week ago. He had no idea what was behind the door when he showed up that night and now that he kind of knows what to expect, it feels worse. It might feel worse. Whatever. He's a gay firefighter. He's a pilot. He flew into a hurricane once and got a medal for it. He owns a lot of cool jackets. He can handle a date.

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the arrival of 290287 backstrom 🔒 (hockey rpf [washington capitals rpf], nicklas backstrom/alex ovechkin, 18k)

Nicky has an asteroid named after him; that's just the beginning.

He never held himself back around Nicky, but he was holding back now. “What?” Nicky asked. He could hear his own voice, choked and rasping. Every word was hard to spit out; every breath was hard to swallow. “I’m sorry,” Alex said. “This is all we get.” “What? This fucking room in this nothing city?” “This. Living. This is all we get. That’s it. No big narrative, no hundred banners hanging in the arena. This is it and it’s okay.”

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the providence falconers are happy to select (check please!, kent parson/alexei mashkov, 5k)

In 2009, Alexei spent his first week in America with his parents.

In 2009, Alexei spent his first week in America with his parents. From Montreal and the draft, the three of them and Lisa from the Falconers flew to Providence and immediately looked at ten apartments downtown before his parents bought him the seventh one on the list. “Seven is a good number,” his father assured him. “Three bedrooms for this price? You can stay here forever,” his mother said. “We get you a new washer/dryer for Christmas. These are just okay.” She looked at Lisa from the Falconers and Nancy the broker, and made sure to raise her eyebrows at them. “Just okay for this price.”

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Dwarf-Elf Relations at the Close of the Third Age (the hobbit movies, kíli/tauriel [background bagginshield], 7k)

Tauriel had entered his life barely a season ago. She captained the guard that imprisoned them in the last days of autumn as they raced towards Durin’s Day and the beginning of winter. Killing the dragon, readying their armies and allies, the battle itself—a lifetime of action fit into such a short time.  He woke from the longest sleep of his life to her stockinged feet resting on his bed. Her chair was pulled close to his bed, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes lightly closed. If he was dead, he reasoned, this would have been much more transcendent with much more choral singing. He remembers very little of the third or fourth time she saved his life, but he remembers her incantation, that glow, the bag of walnuts someone used to pillow his head.  This was so ordinary. He had to be alive.

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the five year mission (star trek AOS, kirk/spock, 11k)

15% — the percentage of the original crew roster that will be reported as dead or MIA within the first three years of a deep space mission. * The crew of the Enterprise tries to survive their first five-year mission.

“Seriously,” Jim sighed. “How did we end up the most ethical people in Starfleet? Do I look like a paragon of virtue here?” “Not at the moment, no,” Spock said. “Dr. McCoy did upgrade your status to the crew from processed lunchmeat to fresh death, but even figuratively speaking, you are not the north that anyone should calibrate their moral compasses to follow.” “I thought people were supposed to be nice to you in the hospital,” Jim said.

tagging anyone and everyone!!! come play!!! i wanna see what you got!!! where have you BEEN

[writerslittlelibrary]

Were you expecting someone?

masterlist

summary: thinking it’s a day like any other, you simply busy yourself with some homework and your hobbies, until there’s suddenly a gun pointed at your head

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader

warnings: a gun? 

genre: fluff

words: 1265

a/n: I thought there should be way more content about the Widow family. I love to see more of the concept of Melina and Alexei with a grandchild

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 

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When you woke up this morning, you were not expecting the situation you were currently in. Because you were wearing your headphones, you had not heard anyone enter the house. Your mom told you she would be gone until late afternoon, and while you were busying yourself with some drawings, you had completely forgotten the time.

Not that it mattered, really. Usually, when your mom comes home she’d always let you know, whether she’d send you a text or simply come into your room and say hi. 

This situation however, was slightly different. One moment you were peacefully sketching some ideas you were working on, and the next moment you could feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against your temple. You slowly looked up from your sketchbook, not making any sudden movements. 

You thought the woman in the room was simply another Widow from the Red Room, sent to assassinate you. You’d been dealing with those ever since you escaped two years ago. 

When you didn’t feel the woman relax her grip on the gun, nor feeling a bullet piercing your skull, you decided to handle the situation yourself. You turned around swiftly, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards yourself, managing to yank the woman forward and knee her in the gut. You pushed her to the side, holding the gun tightly as she let it go in surprise. 

She made a move quickly, hitting you across the face. You replied by swiping her legs from under her, letting her fall to the ground as you ran out the room. 

You made a run to the stairs, moving to get down as fast as possible. When you did, you saw two other people standing in the living room. It was a man and a younger woman. She couldn’t have been older than 25. 

Your eyes widened in surprise as you made a move to run to the front door. You could hear the woman from upstairs making her way down as well. Once you reached the door however, it opened, revealing your mom standing in the doorway holding some groceries. 

She smiled at you, then frowned when she saw blood on your face. 

“We have to go,” you said quickly, grabbing her hand and trying to run away. She however, didn’t move. You turned around to see her stifling a laugh. 

“Were you expecting someone?” you asked her, letting go of her hand and looking at her. “I’m sorry,” she just told you, letting a laugh escape. 

She grabbed your arm and dragged you into the living room, setting her bags down before pushing you onto a chair, making a move to grab the first aid kit. “Natasha, Who is that?” you heard the woman from before ask in a strong Russian accent. “I should have warned you,” she said, sitting next to you and carefully cleaning up the blood from your face. 

“Yeah, you really should have,” you told, wincing slightly when she pressed the alcohol cloth onto the wound. 

“I’m not too pleased you injured her though,” Natasha told the woman. “She attacked first,” the woman replied. You frowned and looked at the woman. “You held a gun to my head!” you told her. The younger woman grinned, clearly finding the situation amusing. 

“Y/N, meet my family, guys, meet my daughter,” Natasha said, putting a band-aid on your forehead before cleaning up the things she used, stashing the first aid kit back into the cupboard it came from. 

“How?” the younger woman simply asked, sitting down on the other side of you. “Dreykov created her using my eggs after I was sterilized. I didn’t know about her until two years ago,” Natasha explained, grabbing you a glass of water to help with the headache she knew was going to form. 

You thanked her for the water and looked at the other two people standing in the room. They hadn’t made a move to sit down yet. 

“Y/N, meet Melina, Alexei and Yelena,” Natasha introduced, motioning to the person she meant when she said their name. “Yelena’s my sister-” “And now an aunt too,” Yelena interrupted, also having a heavy Russian accent. She seemed ecstatic by that fact. You smiled at her and simply drank some of your water. “Are you going to stand and glare or…” you said slowly, referring to Melina and Alexei. 

Slowly they sat down. The moment they did, Alexei smiled. “Welcome to the family!” he said excitedly, motioning his hands up a little. 

Melina now smiled too, getting up and moving towards the fridge. “We need to celebrate,” she simply said as she opened it and reached for a bottle of vodka. She opened some cupboards until she found the one holding the glasses, and grabbed some shot glasses. 

She put them on the table and filled them. There were five of them, but you decided not too say anything. Natasha would never let you drink it anyway.

Melina put a glass in front of everyone, you included. 

She lifted her glass, as if to make a little toast. “Welcome to the family,” she said as she drank the vodka. Yelena and Alexei did the same, while you just looked at Natasha and smiled awkwardly. 

She returned your smile, grabbing her own shot of vodka and drinking it. You didn’t touch yours. “You are not drinking?” Melina asked, stating the obvious. You smiled at her and shook your head. “I’m 16,” you told her, and Melina frowned. 

“So?” 

“We’re in the United States… It's illegal here. Besides, it's like three pm…” you told her, glancing at the clock. “It is always good time for a drink,” Melina simply replied, pouring herself another glass. You smiled and grabbed your water, finishing the glass. Of course you drank vodka before. You were a Russian after all, but your mother didn’t need to know that.

After Yelena swiped your glass and drank it herself, you turned to your mother. “Can I go now?” you asked, wanting to get out of the awkward family get together. 

Natasha smiled and nodded. You got up from your chair and made your way upstairs, immediately jumping onto your bed and grabbing your phone, wanting to tell Wanda everything that just happened. 

You talked with Wanda on the phone for a while, explaining how Melina had you at gunpoint and about how bad you felt you threw her on the ground. Wanda laughed at certain things you told her, feeling as though it was a situation you could both laugh about, and you didn’t actually feel bad about something. You two talked for a few hours, simply enjoying hearing the other talk. Then Wanda had to go, saying her dinner she ordered had arrived. 

A few minutes after hanging up the phone, you heard a knock on your door. When it opened Yelena walked inside. 

“So this is your room huh?” Yelena said as she looked around your room, picking up some stuff and flipping through your sketchbook. “Cool,” she said, sitting down on your desk chair. “Natasha told me to come get you because the food is here.”

“Thanks,” you told her, rolling from the middle of the bed to the side, so you could plug your phone into its charger and get up. 

“I think we’ll be good friends,” Yelena said, getting up herself and exiting your room, followed by you. You smiled. This definitely wasn’t how you expected meeting Natasha’s family, had you known about them, but you couldn’t deny you were excited to get to know them better. 

[thedeadestmeme]

we can’t have shit in Hawkins.

today’s complaint: Alexei and Murray Bauman, the ship that got shot down before it even hit the water

listen. if you didn’t watch that scene of Murray opening his door with a gun in hand, pointing it at Alexei, and switching to Russian at the drop of a hat to insult the man— if you didn’t see that scene and think about how that’s the perfect set up for a meet ugly, then i’m here to provide some thoughts.

i’m not saying that they have to be together. if you liked them as a bromance, that’s totally cool. please feel free to be equally as pissed that your bromance was robbed from you in only 3 episodes.

but if you do… c’mon, there’s no way Alexei didn’t find that *a little* hot.

yes, Murray is a total mess of a man. he’s mostly characterized as the overly-paranoid, overly-blunt conspiracy theorist. however!! he has some valid reasons in this universe for being like that. bc well. some of the conspiracies were true.

he isn’t the most likeable, but i think he could have benefited a lot from having a friend in his life. especially when that friend actually shares his humor, which seemed like a hell of a shock for Murray!! (see: the car scene where Murray says, “I told them they should have sex” and Alexei, without hesitation, responds, “they have not had sex?” And the two start losing it).

and the fair!! the FAIR!!

me, @ the writers: you wrote an entire scene of two characters that go to a fair. it’s a spontaneous decision. one of them wants to take the other somewhere fun bc they’d never been. and they want to be the one of watch them experience it. and they decided that bc they wanted to show this person that life could be so fun, especially if that person was able to stick around

the writers: yup!!

me: …you wrote one of the most basic dating setups. this is a dating trope. this was a date—

the writers: what was that? couldn’t hear you over the sound of another character that you’d just started to get attached to dying:)

i don’t have to repeat that this is bullshit.

the most bullshit thing tho?? MURRAY HAVING TO WITNESS IT. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE.

Murray thought he had a friend. this man that’d rather spend all his time alone, never trusting anyone— he finally had a FRIEND.

HE DIDN’T EVEN GET TO WITNESS ALEXEI PLAYING GAMES!! HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A CHANCE TO ASK HOW HE WON THAT HUGE WOODY WOODPECKER PLUSH!!!

WE WERE ROBBED OF AN ENTIRE MONTAGE OF THEM PLAYING GAMES TOGETHER. I AM. SCREAMING.

side-note: get you a man that’s so good at carnival games that he manages to win the biggest prize in one-go.

anyway. if Alexei would’ve survived, i think it would’ve been great. i mean, can you imagine how funny it could’ve been to see Alexei and Murray living in Murray’s safehouse?

they would’ve had the energy of bickering gay uncles.

like. imagine that in this universe, Alexei would’ve survived the bullet wound. so, understandably, he’s not looking forward to getting involved with anything else. hell, Murray doesn’t want ANY part in anything anymore bc he nearly watches Alexei die. so, sue him if he doesn’t want either of their lives at risk. and the entire time that the other characters are trying to convince them that they should help, you’ve got these two men — probably standing in their grungy tank tops and boxers bc they had visitors barge into their place while they were having a lazy day of watching cartoons —, and they’ve got their arms crossed as they’re just trading the most annoyed looks.

they keep bickering in a mixture of Russian/English as they try to decide if it’s worth it to bother with these people.

bonus idea: every time that someone tries to ask how Alexei deals with Murray as a roommate, Alexei tries not to look done as fuck. he realizes that Murray was totally right — these people are oblivious as fuck to relationships of any kind.

and just to make it worse: he’s *literally* wearing Murray’s boxers. Murray’s wearing his shirt. the guest bedroom is obviously untouched. he’s stolen Murray’s cup from the man’s hand on multiple occasions in the past hour — not bc he doesn’t have his own to drink, but bc it’s funny.

Alexei, after staring blankly at Joyce/Hopper/whoever for a whole minute, tells them in Russian — “we have fucked three times and that was only this week.”

somewhere, Murray fucking chokes. he stays laughing for like an hour as Alexei continues to explain nothing.

[anabsolute1oser]

Info post!

All about Dmitry Alexandrovich Borovikov!

Dmitry was born in St. Petersburg in 1984. Growing up in a pretty ordinary family with Orthodox Christian views, and his father being a criminal investigator. There is no pictures of his childhood nor of him out in the public as he parents chose to keep them all to themselves.

In the early 2000’s rises of immigration and crime because more frequent in Russia, all of this most likely starting his hatred to them. Though, it wasn’t until he met Alexey Dobroslav Dobrovolsky (a popular ideologist with Neo-Pagan views) did he start to form these same Neo-Pagan views and start hang around these pagan communities.

(Video of him with these people and with these communities!)

At 16 years old is when he fully embraced the Neo-Pagan and nation socialistic views, joining his first right-wing group called “Schultz-88”. Meeting people like Alexey Veovodin here, as well as becoming close to the leader and soon becoming the right hand in it.

Schultz-88 was an extremist right-winged grouped that was typically popular amount young people. Publishing their own propaganda in newspapers and magazines, as well was engaging in violence with non-Slavic people in the streets and subways. During this time to was when he published articles and magazines titled “The yellow peril, Argumenty I fakty, Tips for beginning stormtroopers, Perun’s day, Haircut? No, shaved!, Perun’s wrath #5, and Straight edge - pure blood Storm.” Some of these can actually be found online still!



In 2002 was when both Dmitry and Alexey made “Mad crowd”, this group following straight edge, skinhead, and Neo-Pagan views. Openly advocating healthly life styles, nation socialist views, nationalism, engaging in hand to hand combat, going to soccer matches, and beating up immigrants or non-slavics. It wasn’t until the forming of this group did he realize not only should they beat up these people, but to now kill them.

The last group made by Dmitry would be called “Combat Terrorist Organization”. In this one would they all now start to engage in more extreme crimes, stopped dressing like skinheads and would all begin to live more solitude lives, using third party cell phones, hardly meeting each other in public spaces, not talking about their ideology’s or tactics near outlets, and writing down all their conversations on paper rather than talking.

During this time the murders and executions of Khursheda Sultonova, S. V. Bulantsov, Rostislav Hoffman, Alexei Golovchenko, Hursheda Sultonova, Kim Hyun-ik, Nikolai Girenko, and Senegalese Samba Lampsar would happen from them.

His death would soon happen though, on May 18th, 2006 Dmitry would be shot by law enforcement in front of his girlfriend’s house.

Even after his death and the arrest of many members of Mad Crowd, and Combat Terrorist Organization. Many people still followed his ideology and praised him for his actions! Everyone truly loves Dmitry!

This was all a bit rushed and I might remake this one day, but after seeing many more people start to have an interest in Dmitry I just couldn’t wait! Also apologies for bad grammar and such if any is found throughout this…I plan to make a couple more about other members and people who were close to Dima soon too!