#i hope i got the russian right it was kinda hard to find

[jamesbranwen]

long distance pliroy

in which JJ wanted cute, matching lock screens

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[earl-grey-orange-tabby]

my aftg fan cast

disclaimers:

a lot of these, especially in the next part, aren’t actors, so this is less a fancast and more of a “i have a horrible imagination and need to visualize characters so they feel more real to me” list

if they don’t look like what you picture, agree to disagree! i love seeing other ppl’s perspectives of what the characters look like and i hope you do too

without further ado,

neil josten - benjamin wadsworth

okay listen just because i picked the most used neil fancast DOES NOT MEAN THE REST OF THIS LIST IS BORING!!! he’s just so neil-coded to me in deadly class! i even put him into a photo editing app to change his hair and eye color and he still fits!!! plus the top right pic is exactly how i imagine a nathaniel smile.

andrew/aaron minyard - vlad konoplev

i’m gonna give credit to @kalu_aftg on tiktok for this, because i saw this actor in their tik tok. he’s in a russian series called my biggest secret (i watched a couple clips but i haven’t seen the show)

but come on!!!! this is andrew minyard!!!! and always with andrew fancasts it’s difficult to see them as aaron but i feel like this could go both ways, especially in the bottom right pic. identical, but different vibes, yk?

dan wilds - kiersey clemons

i first saw kiersey clemons in new girl as kc and she feels so dan! then i saw the pic on the top left and i was like YES! this. is. dan. she seems very sweet and friendly but i know she could give a great game face.

nicky hemmick - conor husting

even his pics give off major nicky vibes. he also has a very similar hair length to what i picture nicky with. fun fact: he’s also half-mexican on his mother’s side which is strangely accurate lol!!

allison reynolds - jessica lord

i’m gonna be honest i just searched up “blond actresses 20’s” and that top left photo popped up and it was just so so so allison!! i included a couple pics of her in the ballet movie “find me in paris” because i couldn’t find a lot of pics of any of these actors in active wear and this felt close enough.

kevin day - nicholas galitzine

honestly i got this idea from an instagram live he did where he was yelling about being 6 foot and my brain was like “that is kevin day IN THE FLESH”. i originally saw him in bottoms and he totally cracked me up.

matt boyd - daniel ezra

like come on!!! his smile is so bright and inviting, it gives off such strong matt energy. he played spencer james in all-american and i haven’t watched it but ive seen ppl say good things. bonus: he’s the only one i could find with any form of a face guard (even tho nick galitzine also played a football player in bottoms lol)

renee walker - sydney park & lana condor

okay SO my criteria was soft-looking people that can look sharp in other pictures, and i came up with these two! it’s kinda hard to picture renee without the pastel/white hair but let’s suspend disbelief.

seth gordon - young david beckham

speaking of suspending disbelief, LMAOO. just hear me out, okay. seth was a fifth year, slightly older than the rest of them, so i was looking for that + blond buzz cut and this is the result!

and that’s all! i have more so i’ll probably make a part two, but im having trouble finding a nathan because it’s so hard NOT to picture nathan as a redhead but that means he probably won’t look like benjamin wadsworth.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲

paring: yelena belova x gn!reader

tag(s): fluff, kinda sad, hurt/comfort, a bit of angst but not really (?), i love yel so much, she deserves the whole universe, it almost made me cry for some reason, i fucking love cinnamon girl

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.1k

note: i'm so happy with this one, it got me so emotional, i hope you guys like it as well. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. LOVE YOU ALL! <3

requests are open! + check my rule here + masterlist <3

You knew she had it pretty shitty growing, ‘pretty shitty’ didn’t even begin to describe her entire childhood.

She had the worst of the worst. Her entire life was a lie, the only normal days of her life were completely bullshit. So you completely understood her trust issues, her need to cut you off and distance herself from you. You understood why she did everything she could to push you away, but still you refuse to leave her side.

Yelena had a hard time admitting it aloud, but she needed you as much as her lungs needed oxygen, as much as a fish needs water, as much as a plant needs sunlight. But she was scared, scared of herself, of you, of her feelings. Everything was new to her, she needed time to adjust, to understand, to learn. But another part of her, the girl trapped in the red room, didn’t want any of it. That girl believed that it was better to be alone in this big cold world than have someone by her side, someone who would ultimately turn their back on her. And it would all be a big fat lie all over again.

Your mind trailed back to the very first argument the two of you had had. You couldn’t remember exactly what the point of it was, long forgotten in your memory. But what stuck with you was her choice of words.

[…]

“Oh, my god! Just leave! Leave like the rest of them,” she yelled at you, tears stung her eyes.

And at that moment everything became crystal clear, she wanted that fight. She had been looking for a way for you to leave her easily, a way out for you that would cause you no harm, all while she had to bare it for herself. That was how she wanted it, she preferred to hurt alone than have someone by her side who would ultimately shatter her to pieces.

You stood there for a second, raised your head tall and found her eyes.

“I’m not leaving,” slowly you moved closer to her, your hand reaching out for hers. “You hear me? I am not leaving,” you repeated, carefully saying every word so she would understand. “I am not going anywhere, okay? I’m right here.”

Her eyes were fixed on you, tears already rolling down her cheeks, and then she crumbled into your arms. You held her tight against your chest, caressing her hair, whispering sweet nothings.

[…]

You felt warm spreading through your chest at the memory, snuggling your head into the crook of her neck, seeking for her warmth. You closed your eyes as another memory came to your mind.

[…]

“I just… I don't think this is going to work out,” she said, her russian accent got thicker as she spoke slowly.

“What? The movie?” you chuckled, clueless as to what she was referring to.

“Us, Y/n. I don’t think we are going to work out,” this time she had the courage to look at you.

“And why is that?” you knew why she was saying it, but sometimes you knew she needed to express her feelings so you could say the words she needed to hear.

“You know why. I carry a lot of shit, and it’s not fair for you or me to be in this situation. I believe it would be better if we just—.”

You cut her off, not waiting to hear anymore. “Would you like that? Would you like for me to leave right now? Just say the world and I will,” you said, not angry, not hurt, more like you stated.

“I… I mean…,” she didn’t find the words because she didn’t want you to leave, but she couldn't admit it aloud.

“You know what, Yel, you try to push me out. But I just find my way back in,” you cupped her cheeks and she closed her eyes, finding comfort in your touch. “Everytime you find reasons for me to walk away, I just find more reasons to stay,” a tear rolled down her cheek which you gently wiped away with your thumb. “I already told you, Yelena. But I will keep on repeating it as many times as you need to hear it: I am not going anywhere. You are stuck with me, okay? You are not getting rid of me that easily,” you joked in hopes that she would find the last part funny.

She did, she giggled as her eyes shot open to find yours already looking at hers. She pecked your lips once, then twice, as if making sure you were real. And once you didn’t evaporate in front of her eyes, she properly kissed you, rough cold lips against soft warm lips.

[…]

You smiled at the memory, as another one popped in your brain.

[…]

“You know this is new to me right?” she whispered, not sure if you were already sleeping or wide awake.

“What? Cuddling?” you joked, turning around to face her.

“Ha, ha, very funny. Not that, this,” she gestured around with her hands, but she wasn’t referring to the place.

“I know… I know,” you whispered, trailing the features of her face with your fingertips.

“Like…,” she struggled to find the right words. “Like if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did.”

Your heart sank at her words. How can someone so perfect as her, so worthy, so full of life be as broken as her. She didn’t deserve this, any of it. If you could just give her, the sky, the stars, the sun, the moon and the entire universe, you would. She deserved that and more. But you couldn’t, so you had to settle to love her in every way you possibly could.

“I’m deeply sorry, my love. I truly am. But I’m here now, okay?” you leaned into her. “I’m here and I will always be. You won’t ever have to be alone again.”

“Hold me, love me, touch me, honey,” she embraced you tightly. “Be the first who ever did,” she kissed the top of your head, letting sleep take over her.

[…]

A tear rolled down your cheek at the memory, which Yelena noticed as the drop landed on her shirt.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” her soft raspy voice reached your ears.

“Oh, nothing,” you sat on the bed, quickly wiping away your single tear. “I was just thinking,” you chuckled.

“What were you thinking about?” she smiled at you, but you could sense some worry in her tone.

“I was just thinking how lucky I am to be here with you,” you sniffled, looking at her with loving eyes. “Hey do you wanna go out? I want to take you out on a date,” a smile formed on your face.

“What for?” she chuckled, cupping your cheek.

“Can’t I just take my lovely girlfriend out on a date?” you couldn't hold back the smile on your face. “Come on, get your sexy ass off of the bed, I’m taking you out.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” she said, unable to hold back her smile as well.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[mylifeisjustafeverdream]

A Retelling of My Mind Whilst Reading Shadow Kissed-

Omg it's the Sixth Sense up in this bitch

Bitch when are you ever "just tired" when weird shit starts happening to you, I swear to fuck.

Rose is so me because I too would rather die than spend an extended amount of time with my best friends boyfriend.

Eddie Castile the man that you are.

From the bottom of my heart I hope Jesse gets his shit rocked.

Omg Rose girl do something, ANYTHING. YOU'RE EMBARRASSING US.

Least Favorite Trope: Entire plot would be resolved if this dumbass just like communicated the issues she is having OMFG.

If Rose Hathaway has no haters all her teachers must be dead because wtf is their issue???

Homegirl is unstable at best.

I feel like at this point she should probably go to where Mason the Friendly Ghost is pointing.

Girly-pop that's not a migraine....

I do not fucking trust that bitch Tatianna

*Viktor explains master plan* "Cool motive still murder"

*Law and Order sounds*

HE JUST SAID THAT SHIT IN OPEN COURT IT'S ON THE RECORD

How much of an asshole do you have to be that it's more believable that you're lying than a crime having actually happened lol

Lissa is so clueless it's kinda funny.

You know what I hope Rose fucks Adrienne and gets pregnant just to spite Tatianna.

She wants her nails done omg she's just a girl 🥺

*starts looking at my tarot book to see if this is accurate*

I love when Dimitri starts lore dropping to Rose

Well.... I think they know about the ghosts now.

That doctor is the only rational adult at the school cause literally why tf didn't she talk to a counselor.

Her therapist just clocked her so hard.

Well that's an unfortunate fact about Shadow Kissed Anna

Dimitri took part in that attack exercise specifically so she would hop on it lmao

Can't even celebrate for a moment before Lissa is off doing something dumb I swear to god

Lissa try not to get tortured challenge go

*New power unlocked*

YES ROSE BEAT HIS ASS GIRL......oh shit.....GIRL YOU GOT HIM IT'S GOOD.

She's like a feral cat.... Dimitri should use a spray bottle.

Oh my GOD IT'S HAPPENING EVERYONE REMAIN FUCKING CALM

Girl you gotta give me more details than that PLEASE

"My body ached" that'll happen when your first time is with a 6'7 Russian built like a tank

CAN WE NOT HAVE ONE GOD DAMN MOMENT OF PEACE

Girl I'm gonna throw up he's all alone out there.

CHRISTIAN OZERA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

HE DIDN'T DIE THANK FUCK

Mason upstaging Dimitri even from the afterlife that's my man right there.

SECRET TUNNELS, SECRET TUNNELS THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS

The uncanny ability that 17 year old female herions have to radicalize societies is amazing

Do y'all think Dimitri came up with that life plan while he was fighting the strigoi?

"You're scared of my mother" um yea girl she's fs going to catch an attempted murder charge once she finds out.

*Clenched my jaw so tight during the cave fight it started to hurt*

Oh my God girl stop internal monologuing about how everything is going to work out THAT ALWAYS GOES POORLY

Oh God it's that blonde bitch from earlier this is going to be so much worse than him being dead.

Rose: *literally tries to throw herself back into a vicious attack just to save Dimitri's body*

Everyone Else: She just respected him as a teacher so much there's no other possible explanation.

Lissa clocking what was happening with Rose and Dimitri just now is like when someone steals the answer on Wheel of Fortune after the other contestant mispronounced the phrase

*Knows it's definitely going to happen* "Dimitri is a strigoi"*gasps*

I'm shocked they didn't grab like a single Guardian teacher to try and talk down Rose like why tf did they think Kirova would have any affect.

I know it's not malicious on Lissa's part but I'm glad Rose is finally speaking about how one sided this relationship is.

"Off to kill the man I love" oh this next book is going to fuck me up.

[quijabored]

Spoilers for the entirety of S5 of BSD cuz I finished it and what the FUCK just happened

Where do I even begin

I can't take this shit anymore bro, HOW THE FUCK DO FICTIONAL MEN ON A LITTLE SCREEN MAKE ME SO EMOTIONAL

Cuz like-

And-

AH????

HOW DO I EVEN-

Okay okay uh

Dazai

WHAT THE FUCK DAZAI

FIRST OFF, I LOVE THAT MAN SO MUCH OH MY GOD

HE SCARED ME SO BADLY LIKE I KNEW HE WASNT GONNA DIE BUT IT JUST- SEEING THE BLOOD AND SEEING EVERYTHING FALL APART I CANT

I HAD TO PAUSE LIKE HALFWAY THROUGH CUZ I NEEDED TO PROCESS

SIGMA

HES SO SILLY

I FUCKING LOVE MY CHILDREN

Terribly sorry for the vulgar language I am very emotional right now how do I process this-

THE ENTIRE TIME HE WAS WITH DAZAI I WAS LIKE "Oooooh please join the ADA youd fit right in-"

EVEN WITH HIS FIRST APPEARANCE WHEN ATSUSHI SAVED HIM LIKE

AAAAHHHHHH

Asagiri please make ADA Sigma, ASAGIRI PLEASE

I REALLY HOPE HE GETS INTO THE ADA OH MY GOD

THE WHOLE HOME THING PLEASE I JUST

HES SO ME

I LOVE BSD OH MY GOD I LOVE BSD I LOVE BSD I LOVE BSD I-

THE WHOLE VAMPIRE STUFF GOES CRAZY WHAT THE FUCK

Can't believe Chuuya manadged to trick a mastermind with contact lenses and glued on fangs

THE WHOLE KENJI STUFF??? I LOVE HIM????

Please the fact that Tecchou is going out of his way to find Jouno like brother that is not straight I love them :(

WAAAAAAA KENJI GOT SO MUCH SHIT THIS SEASON AND PART OF THE LAST ONE TOO LIKE AAGHHH LET HIM HAVE A BREAK

I love Aya and Bram so much, I got sad and happy and upset and excited and-

AAAGGHHH

The table to pull the sword out had me so happy and then it failed and then she jumped down and then I got scared and then she got saved and-

ASAGIRIS PAYING FOR MY HOSPITAL BILLS BRO DEADASS ON THE VERGE OF A HEART ATTACK

AAAGHHHH BRAM SEES AYA AS LIKE HIS DAUGHTER RIGHT??? THEYRE SO CUTE I WANT THEM TO GO ON FAMILY OUTINGS AND HAVE ICE CREAM OR WHATEVER PARENTS DO WITH CHILDREN

"Use youre evil bwahaha power! Do something!"

I LOVE THEM :(

Ranpo getting stabbed in the hand scared me shitless though, like infront of Fukuzawa too??? Really??? Thats his autistic son :(

AAAAAAA okay, OKAY, I don't hate Fukuchi-

I didn't actually hate him, like he pisses me off but god damn he was one of my favorites for a bit and he's staying in top 15 (Not sure if hed make it into top 10 or not)

Fuck man, the shit with Fukuzawa and Fukuchi?? Made me tear up a bit tbh

YOU KNOW WHO I DO HATE??? FYODOR. THAT FUCKING BITCH-

I still want him, I love that man so much I love his character and and and-

THE SHIT HE MANADGED TO PULL OFF THOUGH??? AAAA????

LIKE

OH MY GOD AND THE SHIT WITH SIGMA

Pulling up the episode again to try and find the line

"It only took him 10 odd minutes to minipulate you. You arent the kind of man who would normally take such risks."

Like I read that and I was like "STOP THAT DO NOT TRY AND MINIPULATE MY SON"

And then he continued to try and minipulate my son. And succeeded. Kinda.

ALSO WHATS UP WITH THE NOTE

THE ONE THAT SAID HELP ME IN RUSSIAN

I REMEMBER HEARING PEOPLE TALK ABOUT THAT AND THEIR SPECULATION AS OF TO WHY FYODOR DIDNT MAKE IT BUT THEN LIKE IM PRETTY SURE HE DID??

Either Asagiris gonna pull some wild shit again or Fyodor really thought that far back.

I hate the whole DID section bro like fucking hell Fyodor, QUIT BEING AN ASSHOLE JUST LEAVE SIGMA ALONE :(

AAAAAAAA AND VAMP AKU??? BRO. BRO BRO BRO

I CANT

I CANT EXPLAIN IT BUT THE WHOLE SCENE WHERE ATSUSHIS LIKE "Akutagawa Ik youre in there D:"

LIKE AAAAAAA

THOSE TWO ARE NOT STRAIGHT OH MY GOD

AAAAAAAAA BACK TO DAZAI, WHEN HE GOT SHOT I WAS LIKE "UH UH UH NONONO HES MOT DEAD CUZ- UH- UHHHH CUZ CHUUYA USED HIS INSIDE MIND POWERS AND STOPPED THE BULLET"

I WAS KINDA RIGHT CUZ I DID GENUINELY THINK HE WAS A VAMPIRE AND I WAS LIKE CHUUYA NO

Can't believe Chuuya manadged to trick me with contact lenses and glued on fangs-

AHHH WHEN DAZAI GOT "SHOT" I WAS COPING SO HARD THOUGH

And then I didn't have to cope so that was nice :3

WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN FYODOR GOT STABBED IN THE HELICOPTER

OH MY GOD I LOVED THE SCENE BECAUSE PLOT BUT FUCK I HATED THAT SCENE CUZ FYODORS ONE OF MY FAVORITES BRO

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I NEED TO KILL THAT GUY :(

AAAAAAAA AND NIKOLAI??? HELP??? MY SON??? ITS OKAY ITS OKAY ITS GONNA BE OKAY

"You wanted to kill him, didn't you?"

"Yeah. I certainly did. No, I didnt. No... Youre right."

FUCK.

FUCKING HELL ASAGIRI IM GONNA CRY

Please Asagiri make him come back so he can be like "nooo Nikolai Im not actually dead, youre actually halucinating" or something CUZ FUCK I CANT HAVE NIKOLAI LOOKING SO SAD

HE LOOKS SO VULNERABLE AND I JUST-

AAAAAAAAAA????

Just to be clear, I'm so glad Fyodors dead, I got attached to him knowing he was probably gonna die, and while I do feel hurt by it, HE CAN STOP PESTERING THE ADA YAAAAYYYY

AND IN TURN, SIGMA :DDD

(Hes an ADA member now trust guys trust)

AAAAAAA FUKUCHI AND FUKUZAWA BRO

WHEN FUKUZAWA SLASHED HIM AND WE SAW HIS EXPRESSION LIKE AAAAA

I KEPT SAYING I HATED FUKUCHI BUT I REALLY DIDNT, EVEN IF IT TOOK HIM DYING (??) TO REALIZE THAT

THE WHOLE SCENE WHERE FUKUCHI WAS TELLING FUKUZAWA TO KILL HIM LIKE AAAGGHHHH

AND THE WHOLE WANTING WORLD PEACE LIKE AAAAAAAA

WAAAAAAAA

AND THEN HE GETS KILLED BY TERUKO??? AAA??

MY BABY SHE WAS CRYING I FELT SO BAD LIKE AAAAAHHH

"Dont look at him! Dont do this to him..." WHEN SHE WAS TALKING TO ATSUSHI AFTER LIKE FUCK

AND THEN FUKUZAWA YELLING LIKE WAAAAAAAAAA YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME BRO

ASAGIRI WHEN I CATCH YOU ASAGIRI-

AND THE WAY FUKUZAWA WAS HOLDING HIM PLEASE IM GONNA CRY

I don't usually cry for animes since I just suck with emotions, but this damned show made me pause before the ending to just sob for a good 5 minutes

And now with that out of the way,

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING??? FYM 2 HOURS LATER??? HOW IS THE WORLD ON FIRE IN 2 HOURS??? HELLO?????

SWITCHING TO THE MANGA THE NEXT TIME I WANNA BSD CUZ ITS SLIGHTLY MORE PROGRESSED FROM MY UNDERSTANDINGS BUT AAAAAAA

FUKUCHI HAD ME SOBBING AND THEN HE COMES BACK AS LIKE A GOD THING??? I THINK????

IS FUKUCHI DEAD OR NOT????

I mean considering he's floating I have no idea what happens BUT STILL

AAAAAAAAA I HATE THIS SHOW SO MUCH IT MAKES ME GO YAY AND THEN NO AND THEN YAY AND THEN NO AND-

SHOUTOUT TO MY COUSIN BTW SHES BEEN SITTING THERE WATCHING ME POUR MY HEART OUT THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS WATCHING THIS DAMN SHOW

I can't ramble to her about much since she's also watching it, BUT AAAAAAA

I LOVE BSD SO MUCH IM SOBBING

I HATE THIS I LOVR THEM SO MUCH I HATE BSD I HATE IT I HATE IT OH MY GOD (I love bsd its my comfort show :3)

[bigbrainkatrina]

We Do Everything Together - a Kim/Ron fanfic

“I mean it, Ron,” Kim straightens her posture and rests her elbows on her knees. “You could be a comedian, you’re like, seriously so funny, my jaw hurts right now from laughing so much.”

Ron laughs, because he’s still got one more giggle in him, and wipes some happy tears from his face. “Thanks, Kim. That means a lot. Uh, I mean—me? As a comedian? Nah, I’d rather just be your sidekick, you know and—”

“Partner,” Kim corrects. “You’re my partner, okay? I’m gonna start correcting people too.”

It’s the dumbest shit—seriously.

But it’s also kinda one of the happiest moments out of Kim’s fifteen years alive.

Drakken has been really into videos lately, which is always fun because he’s like,  so bad  at it. He’s done evil plan announcement videos out of focus, out of frame, out of sync, you name it, he’s botched it. This week he didn’t even send the full video, it cuts off as he’s about to name the day Shego will rob this stupid lab in Chicago.

All Team Possible has to go off of is that they know it’s going down this week. 

Which means Kim and Ron have to do a stakeout. Really, the two of them should do shifts so the other can get rest without losing eyes on Shego. But neither of them want to do that, so they have Wade run the daytime surveillance.

Kim gigglesnorts and crumples in to the lip of the roof, spilling canned soda onto the brittle stone ground.

Ron laughs along with her, arms waving around as he tries to imitate this scene from  Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation.  “Yeah, so like, you got this guy hanging off the plane and he’s shouting,” Ron bends his neck down and whisper-shouts. “  Benji! Open the door! ” 

Kim smiles and draws her knees up to her chest.

“And Benji’s hitting all these buttons, and uh,” Ron taps away at the air, working up a furious sweat. “And he can’t read the thing because it’s in Russian or whatever, and everyone’s yelling at him,  Benji open the door aaaah !” And finally he finds a button and he clicks it and the thing opens and…” He slows down, looking at Kim eagerly. “Go on, guess.”

Kim looks around as if he’d be asking someone else. “Oh, um, um, I don’t know, I don’t watch many movies. The door opens?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn,” Ron pats her on the head like a child and it makes her laugh so hard. “It’s the wrong door!” He gestures his arms wide and it makes Kim laugh again. She thinks she might be crying. “And Tom Cruise is like actually holding onto this actual airplane that’s up in the sky, like it’s not a special effect, and he’s screaming  THAT’S THE WRONG DOOR  and—”

Ron bursts into giggles himself and falls backwards with a loud  thud!  “It’s a great movie, Kim, I’d be down to rewatch it with you.”

That does sound really nice. Kim giggles again and stares at him, and he’s looking at her with so much  affection . “I’d love to, Ron.”

And boy, does her saying that make him smile. From ear to ear. “Oh, God, Kim, and there’s this other scene—”

“Wait,” Kim holds a hand out. “Don’t tell me.”

Ron raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“You, uh, have a tendency to overhype some stuff,” Kim says and Ron blanches. Immediately, all of the warmth in Kim’s chest goes cold and she feels frigid and awful. “Shoot, I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I meant like…”

Ron eyes her carefully, still frowning.

Kim snaps her fingers, hoping it’ll accelerate her brain, which it doesn’t. “Um, so I haven’t told you this before, I don’t think, but I’m not very good at imagining things. But the way you explain things, it’s so… elaborate. And vibrant. I can see everything and um,” she bites her lip. “Sometimes I think you’re funnier than the things you’re explaining to me, Ron.”

It takes a second for that to process with Ron and wow he blushes so hard. “Oh, well, uh, heh heh…”

“I mean it, Ron,” Kim straightens her posture and rests her elbows on her knees. “You could be a comedian, you’re like, seriously so funny, my jaw hurts right now from laughing so much.”

Ron laughs, because he’s still got one more giggle in him, and wipes some happy tears from his face. “Thanks, Kim. That means a lot. Uh, I mean—me? As a comedian? Nah, I’d rather just be your sidekick, you know and—”

“ Partner, ” Kim corrects. “You’re my partner, okay? I’m gonna start correcting people too.”

Ron doesn’t understand what Kim sees in him. Sometimes he thinks it’s all just some big joke, and that one day Ashton Kutcher is going to come out with the  Punk’d  crew and Kim will laugh and laugh and laugh and he’ll cry.

He’s dead worthless. He can’t fight, he can’t be trusted to do anything complicated, and he’s just generally really stupid.

Kim is perfect. He can’t even believe that they’re friends. To this day. He just… doesn’t understand.

He just wants her to be happy. To be safe. She’s so cruel to herself, he knows she’s really hurting and half the time she’s smiling it’s just so she can put on a show, so that no one will worry about her. 

God, she thinks he could be a comedian? That’s such a Kim thing to say.

He’s sure she only said it so he wouldn’t feel so bad for making so many bad jokes.

He loves her though. Always has, always will. 

Kim gets her great, horrible idea as the hotel clerk slinks up to the front desk, and Kim blushes so hard because it’s so embarrassing. She knows she should ask Ron if it’s okay, but she’s… scared.

The clerk looks down at the two of them “Hello, how can we help you?” 

Kim blushes even harder, and Ron raises an eyebrow. 

“Can we…” Kim says softly and stares at the desk instead of the clerk. She swallows, summons up some courage, and looks up. “...have a room for two? One bed, please and thank you.”

If Ron were a cartoon character, his jaw would drop off its hinges.

“Um,” Kim recovers fast. “But can you charge us for two rooms?”

And she holds out her parents’ credit card. Her parents would be ferociously peeved with her if they found out what she was up to.

The clerk rolls their eyes knowingly; they probably aren’t supposed to do what Kim just asked, but they seem to understand. It takes a few minutes after that, Kim thought they would just pay and go, but apparently they have to set up a tab instead. Because there might be extra fees for room service and stuff. 

(Usually Wade takes care of any travel/itinerary strugs.)

Ron completely loses focus and stares off into the distance. Into the deepest, darkest existential dread, his heart pounding.

They walk to the hotel room in silence. Until they get to the door.

Kim holds her hand towards the door knob, only to reel her hand back right away. “Hey, um, wanna get food? I’m hungry.”

Ron scratches his neck, kinda eager to just get to the point and figure out what Kim is doing. “You don’t want to do room service? I’m kinda down, never done that before.”

“It’s too expensive,” Kim shakes her head. “I know it’s my parents’ money, but I’d feel guilty.” She waits a second. “Plus there’s a Bueno Nacho near here!”

Ron smiles. “You always know how to make me say  Yes  to things, KP.”

Kim doesn’t understand what it is Ron sees in her that makes him want to do these crazy fucking missions. 

Sometimes she gets scared, and she thinks maybe Ron is a plant. Like he’s some dude hired to make sure she doesn’t get herself killed so that no one ever gets in any legal trouble. 

If that’s the case, he’s really good at it. 

Ron has saved the world more times than he seems to consciously understand. He’s tricked villains, made perfect distractions… Hell, sometimes she gets so tied up with Shego that it’s Ron who thwarts Drakken.

She loves him. 

She wouldn’t want to do Team Possible if he weren’t around. He makes it fun, he makes the neverending nightmare seem like some silly adventure. He keeps her calm. He makes sure she isn’t lonely.

And what does she do for him? 

Nothing. She’s  obsessed  with the missions. She has a really hard time talking about non-mission things when she’s just hanging out at him. She used to have hobbies and interests, but now it’s just Team Possible. She’s a machine.

When she gets home from school on a rare day where she hasn’t heard anything from Wade, she just sort of lays in bed and stares at the ceiling, waiting for her Kimmunicator to go off. 

She’s a loser. People just don’t see it because she’s pretty. 

But Ron will figure it out soon enough, but even then, she doubts she’ll ever stop loving him.

Kim shuts the lights off and blue moonlight trails into the room, running across her face. Ron stands at the opposite end of the bed, in front of one of the curtains. She can’t see his face really, the light behind him frames his body like a rimlight, the rest of his body cloaked in silhouette. 

He’s nervous, she is too. She thinks he knows what he wants.

She doesn’t want to talk about it, she really hopes he doesn’t ask anything. But she needs consent. Because maybe she’s misreading him. Maybe he doesn’t want this. Maybe she suffers more than him because she’s so weak.

Ron steps forward and the light shifts to his face, and he looks… grim. 

“Ron,” Kim says carefully, her voice and cadence soft. “I, um… feel like an adult most days, and, um…”

“Oh geez,” Ron whispers out loud by accident. He immediately covers his mouth. “Oops, um, sorry! I didn’t—uh—heheh…” He pinches his turtleneck and pulls it away from his flesh. “Awkwaaaaard.”

Kim gigglesnorts, and then promptly covers her mouth too because gigglesnorting is embarrassing as fuck. “No, I don’t mean it like that… heh. I, um, I just… I feel like… we’re supposed to pretend. To be older. For like, other people.”

Ron drops the goofy guy act as he realizes that Kim is getting awful serious. 

(Kim is always serious about the missions, and about Ron’s personal growth & development. Never about herself, she makes more sacrifices than anyone he knows.)

“A-and I don’t know, I’m sorry if this is like, weird,” Kim pulls at her hair anxiously, and subconsciously steps backwards, sinking away into the dark. “I just, I really liked the time we spent together and I’m sorry, I should have asked if you’d be okay with it, I just don’t—want to be alone right now.” She closes her mouth, and looks back up at Ron. “I want to keep this going. D-do you understand?”

Ron thinks about that, and he… sorta feels the same way, too. Hell, he  loves Kim. It’s the only reason he does this. Because he cares so deeply for her and he doesn’t want to fuck off to sleep in some other room alone when it doesn’t have to be that way.

Kim and him do everything together. Why not this?

The glimmer in Kim’s eyes shifts and she seems really focused.

And somehow he picks up  exactly what it is that she’s been too afraid to say out loud, so he turns away from Kim and pulls off his black sweater.

“Oh geez,” Kim grunts and turns away in a panic, grabbing the hem to her crop top.

Ron snorts. “Too true, KP. Too true.”

She snorts right back; he always knows how to make her laugh. 

It doesn’t take her long to strip, it just feels… weird. And cold. The room is a lot colder than she figured it would be. She wants to just dive under the blankets and stay there, but simultaneously, it feels wrong to just leave her clothes on the floor. Should she fold them? She isn’t sure what adults usually do in this sort of situation.

Her skin from head to toe erupts in goosebumps from the chill and Kim promptly makes up her mind. Without turning to look at Ron, she backpedals and drops her hip onto the bed. Carefully, she lifts the corner of the comforter and drags it over her thigh. Shivering, she lifts her knee and slides her other leg in, and presses her palms into the mattress. She kicks her legs out and lowers herself under the blankets. It’s warm here.

A quiet  ploomph  from the other side assures her that Ron is doing something of the same.

She turns over to her side to look at him and there is still a little bit of distance between them. Ron looks at her, eyes wide and shining, and then he laughs. She laughs back. It is kind of silly to be so vulnerable so suddenly. 

“Stay there,” she whispers. “But um, turn the oth-other way.”

“Okay.”

Kim furrows her brow and shimmies her body across the mattress, careful to keep herself covered. She’s  never slept naked before, nor has she ever shared a bed with someone.

It’s a lot of sensations at once. Her skin gliding over bunched up sheets. Soft blankets falling on naked limbs. Warm touching her whole body. And the occasionally bounce in the mattress as Ron flips onto his side, away from Kim.

She slides in behind him. They’re the same height, and their bodies fit in well together. Her knee presses against the back of his leg, and her arms wrap around his body. Her chin presses against his narrow shoulder. 

“Is… is this okay?” she squeaks.

“Mm,” he hums. 

They lay there for some time. 

Ron’s skin is much softer than hers. Plusher. She can sink her fingers in deeper than she can with her own body, which is taut with muscle, aside from the occasional baby fat that’s still waiting to get pubertied away.

She wonders if she should feel more nervous. 

Ron’s skin on hers is so much, and she blushes as she wonders how he must feel, since he can probably feel more of her than the other way around, since she’s, um, the big spoon. The blankets trap so much heat in with them, and Ron’s body radiates warm. The stark change in temperature makes Kim sweat at first, but soon after it comes to her she calms down. 

“Sorry I’m so cold,” she says gently, voice tinkling like a drizzle of raindrops battering a tin roof. 

“Huh? Kim you’re like super warm,” Ron whispers. “It must be me, sorry. I’m always kinda—”

“No you’re warm too,” she whispers back and relaxes, trying her best to nix the tension in her shoulders so she can just be there with him. 

“I love you,” her voice fades away as she drifts off to sleep.

Ron yawns. “Samesies, Kim. Samesies…”

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Bones" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: Steve has to make Reader a makeshift splint, kissing ensues, their secret relationship ends up being not so secret. y'all know the drill 🤪

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (no use of Y/N, no use of pronouns but they are referred to as Dustin's sister)

Word Count: 1,582

Content Warning: explicit language, Y/N and Steve do be injured, mentions of the Russians, sexual references and humor, a short make out scene, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff? Hurt/Comfort? idrk

Extra Notes: none that i can think of!

Based On the Prompt: "911, What's Your Emergency?" - makeshift splint (from 2022 Whumptober Prompts)

Originally Written: 10/02/2022

Beta Read By: @writer-in-theory

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"Now, this is gonna sting a little," Steve warned in a whisper.

I winced as the cold water hit my wound, taking shallow breaths as I attempted to not pass out from the pain.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, leaning over and kissing my forehead. "Gotta make sure it gets clean, though."

I groaned as he patted my skin dry, leaning back against the bathroom mirror. "Fucking hell," were the only words I managed to say.

Steve stayed silent too, focusing on the task at hand. I noticed the way his tongue slightly shot out between his lips as he concentrated on fitting the cardboard perfectly around my newly sprained wrist.

My hand moved to his head, lightly playing with his now extremely messy ringlets. "Thank you," I said softly, my lips pressing into a thin smile.

"Of course," he replied casually, most of his focus now being placed on cutting off the excess gauze. Thank God for the first-aid kit Robin kept in the Scoops' break room. "I can't believe those damn Russians tried to break these pretty little hands of yours."

"Steve," I scolded sarcastically, "now is not the time to be horny."

This was the first time I'd ever made him laugh so hard he snorted. "Well, I hate to tell you this, but if you're in the room there's like a 95% chance I'm gonna be horny," he joked back.

I rolled my eyes, a chuckle threatening to fall from my lips.

My eyes wandered to my new "accessory," making me nearly wince again as I remembered I'd have to do that all over again if, or when, we finally got a chance to visit the emergency room.

Steve's hand moved to the back of his neck, awkwardly scratching there. "Sorry it looks bad. I know it's not the prettiest splint in the world. I kinda had to work with what I could find," he apologized. "I hope the boss doesn't kill me for using the box our delivery of sprinkles came in yesterday."

A soft expression came over my face as I watched the bashful boy in front of me. My stomach did a loop-de-loop every time we found ourselves alone like this. Just the two of us; no Robin, no kids, and specifically no Dustin, considering how hard it was sometimes to hide this relationship from my younger brother.

"Whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked, his hand moving to play with my hair.

"Nothing," I answered. "Just thinking about how nice it is to finally be alone with you."

His mouth formed into a smirk, his eyebrows raising. "It is nice, isn't it?" he replied, a hint of suggestion in his words.

"Even if you do look like shit right now," I pointed out.

His mouth fell agape in disbelief. "You take that back!"

My lips scrunched teasingly. "It's true, though. I thought you looked bad last year after your tussle with Billy. I think the Russians might've permanently damaged those previously beautiful brown eyes of yours."

He playfully shoved my undamaged arm, his offended expression now being overtaken by a bubbly smile. "Bitch," he laughed, his hands landing on either side of my legs.

"Asshole," I giggled as his lips brushed against mine.

I loved all of Steve's kisses, but the playful and giddy ones were always my favorites. The feeling of his lips tangling with mine as we attempted to stop ourselves from laughing, his chuckles rumbling lightly against my mouth.

His breaths were warm against my face as he attempted to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against my lips for probably less than a second, but still long enough for me to notice.

I attempted to say his name in a scolding manner, but it sounded more like a moan as it fell from my mouth. My hand flew up to his neck, originally going there to pull him away from me, but quickly getting distracted by the curls on his neck.

Eventually, the words "What the fuck?" broke us from our sensual trance.

I felt like my eyes would bug out of my head as I processed the voice who said it. I wracked my brain in an attempt to find words, some way to explain myself, something to make this look way worse than it already did.

What did I land on? "Uuuuuuuhh."

Steve stayed facing me, the expression on his face reading, "Maybe if we don't address it, he'll go away."

My face contorted into an expression that replied, "I highly doubt it, but here's hoping."

After an awkward moment of silence and the three of us avoiding eye contact, he spoke again. "Really, Steve? My sister?"

Steve held his hands up in surrender, finally turning to face Dustin. "Hey, it was a two-person effort!"

A thwack! could be heard as the back of my hand slapped across his chest.

Dustin continued to stare at the two of us in disbelief, like he was searching for his own words. His arms folded tightly in front of his chest as he looked at the floor, still wracking his mind for a verbal response.

Just then, the door slammed open, revealing Erica and Robin, who quickly picked up on what was happening.

"Holy shit," Robin muttered, her mouth falling agape. "You finally did it, dingus."

Steve threw the extra roll of gauze at her head, perfectly hitting her forehead. "Can it, Buckley."

"I'm confused," Erica spoke up. "Was this supposed to be a secret?"

Dustin turned to face the girl, an offended look coming over him. "You knew?!"

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that these two are clearly doing things behind your back," she sassed, her arms crossing over her chest.

"No one is doing anything behind anyone's back!" I defended, knowing what she was implying.

Dustin turned to face me, his eyebrows raised. "Then what do you call making out in the mall bathroom?!"

My eyes fell away from him, watching as my feet swung awkwardly. "I, uh… I guess that would be considered doing things behind your back…" my voice trailed off.

The room stayed silent for a couple beats, no one wanting to be the first to speak back up. Awkward eye contact was occasionally exchanged, almost as a way of saying, "No, you go first."

Eventually, Dustin exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Erica, cover your ears."

"What?! I'm ten, I can-"

"Cover your damn ears!"

I was surprised her eyes didn't roll into the back of their sockets as she stuck her fingers in her ears, mockingly sticking her tongue out at Dustin.

His face turned to one of exasperation as he said, "Just as long as you two aren't boning when I'm in the house." He then followed that up with, "Better yet, just don't bone at our house at all."

I hid my face in Steve’s shoulder to hide my embarrassment, remembering my experience of losing my virginity (thank God Dustin had been away at camp when it happened). "Gross, dude," I said, being slightly muffled by the fabric of Steve's uniform.

"I don't know, bones are kinda fun and interesting," Steve added. "You know, I wanted to be an archeologist when I was little."

I shoved him away, somewhere between seriously and playfully. "You are not helping here."

He pouted, the sadness in his eyes seeming almost believable. "You're really gonna deprive little Stevie of his childhood dream?"

My eyes rolled almost as much as Erica's had earlier. "I may have a broken arm but I can still fuck up the other side of your face."

He chuckled, leaning forward and leaving a kiss on my forehead out of sheer habit.

"Blegh!" Dutin nearly heaved. I didn't even know he made that sound, to be honest. "Just… hurry up in here."

And with that, he exited the bathroom with Erica following behind him, Robin at the back of their line.

"Have fun, lover boy!" she teased, the door shutting tightly behind her.

Steve giggled as I lay my head across his chest in both embarrassment and relief that they'd finally left the room.

"Seriously, why is the population of Hawkins like thirty-two people at best and why are they all in our friend group?" I commented, wrapping my good arm around his midsection, pulling him closer.

He let out a chuckle, kissing my hairline. "Maybe we need new friends. Ones that aren't concerned with the locations we bone in."

I leaned back, rolling my eyes once more. "OK, if I hear the word 'bone' one more time today, I will chop whoever says it into a million pieces and feed their bones to that stray dog that lives down the street from the Wheelers."

Steve's face turned bright red, like he would've never expected me to say something like that. "Little extreme, don't you think, babe?"

I let out an amused huff, my eyes fluttering up to look at his. "Your eye looks terrible, Stevie."

"Eh," he said, "at least I don't have any broken bones."

His face turned bright red as he processed his sentence. "Oh, shit. That didn't count, did it?"

My face turned to one of mischief, my mouth scrunching. He knew what that look meant.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he repeated, running toward the door.

I hopped up from the counter, a toothy smile forming on my face. My fingers wriggled as I ran toward him, warning him of his punishment. "I'll get you, Harrington!"

-> Taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-is-dead-inside

[nyelung]

Fic author interview! Let's see what that sets rolling in my head. Maybe even some words for fic? Thank you @lynne-monstr <3

No-pressure tagging: @narina-vhey @dragonpyre @theloneliestshipper

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently 26 after I went on a bit of an orphaning (and deletion) spree last year.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

397,281. Also a victim of last year, I guess, but I'm getting back there. I kinda hope to find the time to raise that to 500k and feel good with what I've written but we'll see.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hence begins the journey (part 4 of the vampire Percy series I'm writing) - 598

The Ferryman (potc) - 474

Negotiator's Garden (star wars OS) - 414

Of New Beginnings (part 1 of the vampire Percy series I'm writing) - 344

Far Dawn (part 3 of the vampire Percy... well, you can guess it) - 307

Well, I'm seeing a pattern here is all I'm saying. I'm also wistfully staring at the Ferryman because, well, that's no longer my baby because it's too old for that but that fic has been with me for a while and looking at it now I really want to get around to officially finishing it someday. It's also hilarious to see that Star Wars oneshot up there but I guess vaguely fae Obi-Wan is a fun premise. Fond memories writing that one.

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do. There are a few comments in my inbox that are a bit of a pile of shame right now but generally I respond to comments because I love talking about the fic I share. Like that one post so eloquently put it: I write for myself, I share for a feeling of community. Or something like that.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ooof, that's a tough question because I don't like angsty endings with a few rare exceptions. I think the closest I got online can aspire to vaguely ominous (as in hinting at Order 66) but that's not much, is it?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Another tough question because I don't go darker than bittersweet for endings I write so, in a way, they're all more or less happy endings? Hmm, I would say maybe No Doubt In Us (TKA canon divergence) bc a) it's actually finished and b) the characters worked hard for their ending and got it.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not as often as I'd like to and somehow I never get around to finishing them.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

One or two unhappy comments when I wrote Obi-Wan as bisexual (I mean, come on, look at the guy. He's supposed to be straight?) because how dare I write him like that but that's about it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Rarely and somehow usually as a gift for one person or another. Curious.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not apart from those mass-stealing incidents where lots of fic got copied to other sites and all that. At least not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think ten years ago or so someone wanted to translate one of my fics into russian but I honestly can't remember what came of that.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, actually, with the wonderful @theloneliestshipper and with @narina-vhey but overall I prefer to write on my own because I got my own approach, time limitations and all in all it just became too stressful.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I don't have one. On further thought, I don't think I'd be happy having an all-time favourite. I prefer that to stay in constant flux.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh, that's difficult. Stuff from the pile of shame, probably, so i'll pass on this answer^^

15. What are your writing strengths?

I am told that I manage to keep the characters in character but I think my favourite thing that one person pointed out was that I am good at building connections between canon tidbits to make up new canon divergences and headcanons.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Since my favourite topic is canon divergence, most of my plotbunnies have a tendency to turn into longfic which, as we all know, is not that easy to finish.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I could read this question in two ways but I think it means writing dialogue in a different language than the general narration and, no, just no. I don't automatically pass on a fic for that if it's using phrases from a conlang in moderation but usually it's just far more confusing than enriching the experience for me.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Oh, hmm. I'm not sure. The first fandom stuff I did online was for Yu-Gi-Oh and Detective Conan, I think. First fanfic was probably some OC for some high fantasy novel or other.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Polymachina (I'm getting there) and zjl/xby/szp for King's Avatar.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written

I can't choose but the whole vampire Percy series has some of my favourite moments I've written, so I'll go with that one.

[pcrtgasdace]

Thoguhts on the one piece live action? I was skeptical at first but I’m kinda excited now 👀 and who would you like to see cast as the rest of the crew?

I am excited! At first I was skeptical too, long before the cast was announced actually... because the reputation of live action adaptations speaks for itself... But this cast? They've charmed me, honestly. And I think it says a lot that Oda chose them and met them and agreed with the choices.

The cast ifself exceeds such strawhat energy and they are all so genuine and excited!! And you can see them trying not to let the pressure get to them by being optimistic. I mean, they've done their research, they're interactive with the fandom, they're fans themselves and I'm optimistic overall that their acting performances will be well done.

I am not nitpicking about certain changes in character design like the lack of Usopp's ridiculously long nose or Sanji's eyebrow. They look fine as it is. I think people have to realise that when adapting into another medium you can't just do it 1:1... it wouldn't work, it would seem like a cosplay movie that doesn't take itself seriously. Being open for creative changes is the only way to look at a live action and so far I'm actually looking forward to see what they've accomplished. And I can't wait to introduce others to OP this way, especially my dad, lol.

I am not setting my expectations too high, but if the OP LA show can at least be entertaining in it's own right and be a somewhat cringy but still fun watch, I am totally fine with that! I am not expecting a master piece. I just hope they don't squeeze too much into little episodes.

The CGI is something I am not too fond of, regarding the sea dragon mostly, I am sure they could do better, but I thought Luffy's stretching looks just as ridiculous as I imagined! In a good way. Because that's his power! The devil fruit is meant to be crazy and silly! And I think with the shot we've seen it looked fairly decent.

I was impressed that they did the green hair with Zoro, I was actually not sure they'd do it because it's hard to get the right tone in real life and make it not look bad. But they did a good job, honestly. The action sequences we've seen so far also looked promising.

I love that the team and cast are dedicated to be close to the source material as possible, but still take different approaches and do minor changes.

I am so excited about a lot of things actually, seeing little Luffy and SHANKS (Peter Gadiot as Shanks is still a casting I am so so hyped about!). Luffy's and Zoro's meeting and the little girl trying to feed Zoro the rice balls... they've already casted those characters so we will definitely get to see those moments and I am wondering how emotional Arlong Park is going to be - especially the Nami-stabbing scene (if they even do it, but I'd really hope they won't erase this fundamental moment).

If the LA ever gets that far, I could see Anya Chalotra actually as a nice Robin, even though she isn't Russian she's got the tan and looks and she can act. But then again, I don't really have a preference - I trust the team to find the right people. Though I have seen some fancasts like Elizaveta Boyarskaya and Yulia Persild that I liked.

Yasmeen Fletcher as Vivi, also a fancast, but a good one.

I am pretty open about that, I mean, see how nice the cast is we got. We don't need big Hollywood names. But then again, if big Hollywood actors WANT to be a part of it, then why not? Jaime Lee Curtis loves One Piece and it would be awesome if she could play Dr Kureha. I am pretty sure if the show suceeds and continues that they'd invite her into this. Anyway, it's still time left and we can only wait and see how the show turns out. Either way, I am optimistic and even if it turns out bad, it won't change my opinion of the cast - they don't deserve any hate or negativity for simply doing their job. You can't make everyone happy and that's it.

[straightlightyagami]

fav russian lit? also hope you enjoy crime and punishment, i really enjoyed it! gl on war and peace, it intimidates me.

Thank you for the ask! (finally answering some old asks 😅)

I've been really really slow at reading crime and punishment so far because I haven't had much time, but it's so so good from the very first chapter, the tone is just right. It's a bit annoying actually, like, I wanted to go "lol dostoyevsky's writing is so overrated go find better russian lit guys," like when everyone says something is so good and you're like "it cannot be" and then it actually is...

I should have checked how long war and peace is before making such promises, but I'll do it, I'm nothing if not determined.

Most of the russian lit I've read was poems and short stories/novellas rather than longer stuff (and I feel like for some reason a lot of people think all of russian lit is super long stuff when that's really not true). I like Pushkin (he's like probably the biggest figure in russian literature) and especially his folklore-influenced stuff. also I like Chekhov's short stories, "The Black Monk" kinda rewired my brain (when I was 11 and at a very bad point mentally where I relapsed hard with my ocd I got this collection of chekhov's short stories and a lot of them were sort of disturbing to me, but that's the perfect way to experience literature).

[9tzuyu]

dark red

request: hii i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests rn,,, if you aren’t i’m sorry please ignore this djfjdhd could you write a nat x reader based off the song dark red by steve lacy — specifically the lines “don’t you give me up / please don’t give up / only you, my girl / only you, babe” — kind of like the tiktok trend going on right now

note: anon im so sorry i really hope this was okay. i can try and rewrite it if you want though 😭 i kinda hate it but i hope its good enough for you :[

aLSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

i proofread this as quick as i could so all mistakes are mine.

warnings: none, a little angsty, terrible writing.

🏷: @c-is-writing @wandaromanova @nermalina

. . .

everyone knew natasha to be a very self-assured woman. she knew everything about herself; what she liked and what she didn’t like, who she tolerated and who she trusted. her history with just about everyone she’s close with dates back years, sometimes decades. it was very rare that she met someone knew whom she gave her complete trust to. 

meeting you caught her by surprise, something that doesn’t happen to natasha very often. your presence was refreshing, authentic, new. it was the very thing natasha didn’t know she needed in her life.

natasha watched your every little movement any time you were around. you intrigued her, held her attention by the very strand of your hair. something about you was special and she couldn’t seem to get enough.

so she allowed herself to have you, to enjoy you, to be with you. over a year into the friendship, you suggested the idea of becoming something more than just platonic. you wanted a relationship with the woman.

natasha accepted your proposal with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the lips. she’d been more than relieved you asked her because the false belief that she was undeserving trampled any courage she had. 

it was hard to know when something was truly bothering natasha, but sometimes you were able to see the light dull in her eyes, or the uncontrollable fidgeting she’d accidentally let slip. 

which is exactly what you were dealing with now. for the past few months you’d begun to notice a slight change in natasha’s demeanor. little by little she began to distance herself in ways she knew would be looked over, at least for a short amount of time. 

natasha started out small. rather than having her face meet yours, she’d turn her back against your front while you slept. she couldn’t bear to look at someone who deserved so much better than what she could ever offer. 

you meant the entire world to natasha, she would quite literally do anything to protect you. that being said, natasha felt the need to protect you from her. 

a couple of weeks after her initial push back, you noticed the way she’d flinch when you tried to hold her. it was almost invisible, but you knew natasha more intimately than anyone else ever had, which made it easier to recognize all the small things everyone else missed.

then you caught onto the fact that she started leaving the bed early in the morning, as if she was promising herself not to see you. natasha also started to work more. longer hours, nights she had to be away, and minimal effort to keep in touch kickstarted the fighting. 

just as everything else did, it started off on a smaller scale. you’d send texts clearly stating how upset you were by her choice of actions. natasha would always have some stupid excuse on hand as a response though.

things began to escalate when natasha willingly booked her days off into cheap motels that reeked of cigarettes. the redhead would often find herself sitting on the floor beside her bed, breath saturated in store-bought vodka. the russian felt cheap and disposable, just as she did when she was a kid being used by the hands of a man with no morals.

when natasha chose to go home she’d return with her hair knotted, tied loosely in a bun with an apology already made.

this went on for nearly two months before you’d finally decided enough was enough. you’d given her time, space, everything you thought might help, but she never made any attempt to reciprocate your efforts. 

so now you stood leaning against the wall across the living room, natasha anxiously settled on the couch directly in your line of view. your focus was solely on the spy. and despite her best efforts at trying to hide it, you could tell she was uncomfortable.

“i’m sorry...” she croaked, voice hoarse from her night full of crying. 

“i know you are.” 

natasha’s fingertips met the edges of her teeth, followed by the familiar sound of a snap. 

disgusting. natasha felt incredibly disgusting, which in turn made her own self-hatred rise to a level she’d never met before. because how could she? how could she sit here and make you suffer through her own self destruction? natasha knew she was causing you pain, a kind of pain you didn’t deserve.

“i wish you would talk to me and tell me what’s going on, nat. i can’t keep doing this with you and you know that.” you watched as she clenched her jaw, swallowing a breath as her leg bounced sporadically against the wooden floor. 

“i don’t deserve you. i don’t deserve you at all.” her eyes faltered.  

you bit your lip, not understanding where this was coming from. “what makes you say that?” 

“because it’s true.”

“there’s nothing true about that statement, natasha.”

“but there is!” she practically begged, “i’ve done so much wrong, damaged so many people, ruined so many lives. there’s nothing good about me, and there’s so much good in you.” 

you moved closer to her, words ready to fall from you lips about how wrong she was. noticing this, natasha began to trip and stumble upon her sentences as you enclosed your proximity. you frowned having not been used to seeing her in such distress. 

“it sucks because i love you. i love you so fucking much—” her lip began to quiver,  “—and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry that i still selfishly need you. just please, please don’t you give me up. please don’t give up. i’ll be better, i’ll do better.”

you didn’t bother listening to the rest of what natahsa was saying because just as you’d previously stated, none of it was true. there was nothing that natasha could say that would change your mind. you knew her as the person she is, not the person she was. 

“nat? nat look at me.” you tried. 

it was only then when natasha noticed how close you were. she tried to pull away, but you were quick to stop her by by a small, fragile grasp of the wrist. 

“natasha.” 

the redhead stopped midway through her movement, green eyes trailing from your hand all the way up to meet your own. 

“yes?” her voice cracked. 

“i would never consider giving up on you, natasha. ever. don’t you know? it’s only you, my girl. i love you — only you, babe.” 

“yes, but-”

“but nothing. your past doesn’t define you. that’s what you’ve told me hundreds and hundreds of times, right? i need you to hear me out on this.” her hum was the only response you got, but you chose not to fight it.

“you are not the finished product they made you to be.” although hesitant, she nodded. “you’re good, natasha, you are. i know you’ve spent the last decade it seems, trying to make up for all the wrong that you’ve done, but at some point you have to forgive yourself. you were never at fault. i know you know that, but i need you to believe it.” 

you leaned closer, connecting your forehead with hers knowing how intimate that felt for natasha. “i don’t want anyone else. i only want you— only you, darling.”

natasha nudged her nose against yours as if she was asking for permission to kiss you, but you let her take the lead, let her take the time she needed to before she pressed her lips against yours. 

 “i love you more than you will ever know.”

you giggled into the kiss, “you’re wrong about that, natty. you know you are.” she rolled her eyes, pulling away from you to push you on your back.  

“shut up and let me appreciate you.”

you smirked, looking up at the redhead. “oh yeah? and how are you going to do that?”

“you’ll see.” 

“oh i’m sure i will.”

“yeah. you will.” 

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

Too many options

Yelena Belova x reader, a lil bit angsty, a lil bit fluffy, mentions of mindcontrol, happy ending as usual, adjusting to ordinary life

You wanted this evening so badly. Dreaming about it for weeks. Finally everything was close to normal. No alien invasions or governmental missions. No nightmares or tears for both of you for almost a month. You were expecting an ordinary date. As much as it can be under your circumstances.

But Yelena wasn't there yet. You were waiting in your meeting spot for almost an hour. It wasn't something new. Out of a sudden she could have a briefing or a mandatory status report. But she always managed to at least send a text. When both of you were particularly lucky she even could call you.

But this time it was different. Not a text, not a call. You yourself tried to contact her a few times. Her number was unavailable.

You had a bad feeling about this. How could you not. You knew too well the nature of her work. The possible outcomes and consequences. The ones that didn't let you sleep at night. Horrific dreams of her possible injury, even death. Yelena tried so hard to help you fight this, while being simultaneously consumed by other fears herself.

Adjusting was hard. Especially in the first few months of your relationship. It was mere weeks when you met after she was freed of mind control.

And in the beginning it was intense. Sure, Avengers did provide the resources for needed support. But it was you who had to deal with mood swings, depressions or anger issues.

Adjusting to the real world was hard, exhausting and painful.

Yelena warned you though in the beginning. She's not used to ordinary life. But with you she'd like to try.

It was getting ridiculous, so you went home.

What you saw there shocked you.You didn't know whether Yelena was there or not so opted to use your own key.

There were piles of clothes on the floor in the hallway. Yelena's clothes. What the hell was going on?

"Lena, are you here?"

No answer. You carefully proceeded to the next room. The same thing. Piles of shirts and jeans, jackets and coats were just lying around. They were not torn or anything. Just there, waiting to be picked up and worn.

"Yelena?" You called again, hoping for at least something.

When you finally reached your bedroom you were almost afraid to get inside.

"Love, are you there?" You asked as you were opening the door.

You sighed with relief. But it lasted only a second.

Your woman was sitting on her knees near the biggest stack of staff. Her hair tangled, eyes red from tears. She was wearing a weird mix of pajama pants and her bra.

As soon as you understood the surrealism of the situation you rushed to her.

"Babe, what's happened?" You clumsily fell on your knees in front of her.

She didn't react, blankly staring at the mirror, which you now were blocking.

"Малыш, что случилось? (Babe, what happened?)" You said in your broken Russian. That was the trick that you often used to calm her down. It was her idea in fact. She taught you this language herself.

Yelena heard you and slowly opened and closed her mouth.

"Лен��, кто-то был здесь? Тебя ранили? (Lena, someone was here? Are you hurt?)"

You carefully examined her face, barely touching her. No blood, no visible injury. Same with the neck and shoulders.

It took her almost five minutes to properly feel you on her skin. She was confused, but she was finally there with you.

"What, what are you doing?" She removed your hand from her body. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I mean..."

"I said, I'm fine." Yelena raised her voice, but immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry. I know you have questions. But I did it myself."

"Yourself?" You echoed in disbelief.

"Да. (yes)" She got on her feet. And put on the nearest t-shirt. "I... It's hard to explain."

"Do you want something. Anything?" You couldn't fathom what was going on. But you were sure that Yelena thought of this as "I can handle this on my own" situations. And that wasn't a good sign.

"No." She shrugged. "I'm sorry, I've missed our dinner."

"It's fine. We'll have another one." You gave her a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, if It doesn't happen next time too." She laughed bitterly. "With me you never know, ha? Kinda like a time bomb."

You tried to approach her, but she shook her head.

"It's always like that. Aren't you tired of it? We're having a great day, week, month. But I always find a way to screw it up."

She hated herself during moments like this. Always feeling like she still didn't have control over her own life. Who knew where and when the next outburst could happen. And what could trigger it.

"It's not your fault." You once again tried to reach out to her. This time she stepped away from you.

"Right." She let out a groan. "But it's my fault. But somehow it's because of me, we're standing in this mess instead of enjoying our life together."

She was so angry, so frustrated. This was supposed to be your romantic evening. Personal, intimate. All those things she was always denied.

"We are enjoying ourselves. It's just an episode..."

"Really? That's how you call it?" Yelena was almost hysterical. "A fucking episode. Do you even..."

She clenched her fists, and the vein on her neck could burst at any moment. She started pacing the room, avoiding at any cost looking at you.

"You want to know what happened? I was preparing, you know, choosing the clothes. Started thinking about it. And I..." She suddenly stopped, trying at least to calm her breath. "I... I got overwhelmed. I didn't know what to do. You won't believe it, but suddenly I felt a burden of responsibility... What should I wear, how should I combine clothes and how others would perceive me. How you would. What color, what style...should I copy someone or I'm good enough myself...I...I was always told what to wear and now..."

You didn't care about her protests anymore. You hugged her, immediately feeling her heartbeat, her fire on your skin. She was trembling all this time, devouring herself from inside, killing another Yelena, the one that she didn't control.

"I... I..." She couldn't stop herself. Weeping and shaking, she was finally defeated by reality.

It took her a few minutes to come back to you. You felt it. She kissed your collarbone, asking for attention.

"I'm with you, babe. I can only imagine what it's like. Being overwhelmed by options, by your own responsibility, by the consequences of the actions you yourself took. But it's ok." You were gently stroking her hair. "You hear me? It's ok. We... We are gonna work on that. Simplify everything. Reduce the number of options. And it's not about clothes, it's a...about everything. We'll get there. I promise."

"You're going to throw everything away?" Yelena whispered.

"Maybe. temporary, I guess. We should have thought it through. Not buy mindlessly everything we see."

"Even my vests?' Yelena sounded so timid. She was hiding in your embrace, putting herself together again.

"Of course not. Кем ты меня считаешь? (who do you think I am?). We're keeping the vests at any cost." You could feel Yelena smiled so close to your heart.

You both knew there was so much hard work ahead. Overcoming and fighting, breaking and building. But you were ready for it. Both of you. It was worth it.

[yuulina-vre]

Don’t cry

Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter: One - Don’t cry

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Daughter!Reader, Uncle Steve, Uncle Sam, Aunt Natasha

Summary: Y/N is crying, no one knows what to do.

Wordcount: 1618 words

Her cries sound through the room, probably even through the hall and all attached rooms. Everybody who has settled down for the evening can hear her. Steve’s holding her in his arms, slowly rocking her, pleading her to calm down and stop crying. “Come on, sweetie. Don’t cry so much. Everything’s alright. We got you changed and you have eaten. Shh.” But Y/N has other plans. She shoves at his chest with her little hands, loud cries, and tears streaming down her cheek. Her face has already turned quite red from all that screaming. She already has a slight head owie, and she doesn’t want to be held. She wants to get down! “Y/N. Shh…” Steve tries for the next two minutes to calm her but the little girl is having none of it. Instead, her distress grows. She keeps pushing him, hoping he will set her down until he sighs deeply and sets her down on the carpet. Y/N is quick to crawl two feet away so she won’t get picked up again. Hoping to be far enough she settles there and continues crying. She looks around for her stuffy but it’s nowhere to be seen which makes everything even worse! Why does her friend leave her alone?

The doors that open startle her a little. She can see that uncle Stevie actually twitches a little, too. Sam and Natascha enter the room, both matching uncle Stevie’s expression, eyes on her. Y/N looks up at them but continues crying, changing her position to lie down. She doesn’t want to be watched! She feels miserable and her best friend is not here and daddy is gone too. “Hey man. What’s with her?” Y/N can see that uncle Sam’s motioning to her. He obviously has a hard time seeing her cry. His face looks pained and Steve would say he starts crying too soon, though, he doubts that Sam actually would cry. Natasha looks pretty much the same but she actually walks over to the distressed baby. “Hello Y/N. What’s making you so upset, huh?” She crouches down in front of her but as soon as she tries to touch her, Y/N starts screaming louder. “Noo!” She swats her own hand to get Nat’s away and it works. Aunt Nat quickly withdraws her hand, surprised at the outbreak. “I have no idea what’s wrong. Bucky brought her here two hours ago and she was fine!” Steve runs a hand through his hair. He guesses his own distress is written on his forehead from the look Sam sends him. “She started screaming about ten minutes ago. I don’t have clue what’s wrong. I changed her, tried to give her something to drink and food but she doesn’t want anything. She even started pushing me away and throws her toys around.”

“Well, clearly she doesn’t want any comfort, either.” Nat shrugs and stands up after a second attempt to touch her. Y/N has again spalled her hand away, even going so far as to turn away and crawl a little in the other direction. She can hear Nat leave her. “Should we get Bucky up? Maybe she misses him?” Steve runs his hand again through his hair, Sam crosses his arms over his chest. “Probably the best idea. Where’s he?”

“In the gym.” Steve sighs and walks to the coffee table to gather the scattered toys on the carpet to put on the table. Y/N turns slightly to watch him, seeing all the toys scattered around. Steve looks at her and passes her one of the toys though she doesn’t want to play. The music block gets thrown around again and a new wave of tears and distress flows through her. “Y/N, please…” Steve’s face crumbles a little more. For a moment he looks like he wants to lie down next to her and cry but Y/N knows better. Uncle Stevie never cries. He’s big and big people don’t cry.

For Steve, the situation is torture. It really isn’t a pleasurable thing to hear. As annoying as the volume is as it’s just as heartbreaking.

A few minutes later Y/N can see her daddy entering the room. He is glaring at the others for a second but soon his eyes find hers. Just like the others. “What’s wrong?”

“We have no idea. She’s not hungry or thirsty, got changed, doesn’t want to be touched, and won’t play.” Aunt Nat sums it up quickly, eyes focused on Y/N. Y/N has turned on her stomach again but looks up at her daddy with watery eyes. Her head still hurts and her eyes burn, just as her throat which makes her cry more. The tears won’t stop. “Hey, sweet girl. What’s up, hm?” Daddy walks over to her, stretches his arms out to pick her up but as soon as he has her in his arms she starts struggling. She doesn’t want to be held! Not even from daddy. She wants the owies to go away and she wants her best friend and not any other toys. Just as she did with uncle Steve and aunt Nattie, she starts pushing on Bucky’s chest with her hands, shaking her head, and tries to break free. “No! Nooo…”

“Hey, hey… Okay, no cuddles, I see.” Bucky frowns and lets her back down. She only flops over on the spot, still wailing and wriggling. Her head turns redder and hurts even more. “How long is she like that?”

“About fifteen minutes.” Steve sighs, his head in his hands. He will get tinnitus if she won’t stop soon. “And she won’t play?” Bucky asks, settling on the floor in front of the couch, not far away from his baby girl, eyes still focused on him. Y/N is too busy crying to pay any attention to her daddy. Bucky hums, keeping his eye on his daughter. Y/N turns around again looking at her toys that now lie on the coffee table but upon seeing them she starts crying louder again, trashing a little. The poor child really looks distressed and upset. Bucky’s heart breaks at seeing her like this, his hands twitch at the thought of picking her up, cradling to her chest and making sure she’s fine, fixing whatever makes her that sad. His eyes fly around over the coffee table to see all the toys scattered on it, only the blue bunny is lying on the floor. He picks it up and strokes through the soft fabric on its head. “Probably bored.” Sam pipes up from his spot beside Steve. All eyes suddenly focus on him. “What?” Steve and Bucky ask at the same time while Nat just raises an eyebrow. “I texted my sister, you know she has two kids. She says Y/N is probably bored and doesn’t want to be comforted. She suggests letting her cry for a little longer and then offering her something to drink. Bucky should stay close to show her he’s there, though.” Sam shrugs, waving his phone around. Bucky hums, turning his gaze back to the little girl. Y/N has calmed just a little bit, her cries aren’t as loud anymore, she’s more sniffling, really. She rubs her little hands over her face. She can see uncle Stevie sighing and stand up. For a second, she wants to cry again, thinking that he will come to her again but then she sees him grab her sippy cup. “I’ll fill the bottle up.” He grabs the bottle from the side table and walks off to the kitchen area. Everybody else sighs and Y/N just continues sniffling. “Thank god. I thought her head would burst.”

“Nat!” Sam calls scandalizes but the redhead just shrugs. “She looked like she would turn blue.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Y/N’s eyes snap do her daddy. She feels sleepy. “Can you give daddy some cuddles? See I found Mr. Bunny and he told me he misses his cuddles too. Right, Mr. Bunny?” Daddy holds her friend up and the bunny nods, stretching his arms out for her. For a second there is an unsettling silence. Y/N thinks about crying again, she feels like she could but then again, she wants her friend and she wants some cuddles from daddy, so she lifts herself up and crawls over, collapsing against Bucky’s side. He’s quick to gather her in his arms, cradling her against his chest and kissing her head, the bunny gently placed into her arms. “Hey sweetheart, finished crying?” Daddy’s lips press against her forehead as she closes her eyes, nodding. She leans more heavily into him. Uncle Steve comes back quickly offering Bucky the sippy cup that he takes and holds out for her. “Come on sweet girl, let's drink something, yeah?” Y/N shakes her head but she takes a few sips from her bottle nonetheless. She feels kinda thirsty but quickly pushes pushing it away, hiding her face in Daddy’s chest. The brunette runs his hand up and down on her back, worrying a little if he smells like sweat but his girl doesn’t complain, so it probably is fine.

They all agree and hope that this won’t happen too often. Y/N doesn’t want to happen too often either. It wasn’t fun. Now everything hurts and she’s tired but luckily daddy is cuddling her now so it might be okay. Daddy even lets her takes his shiny hand and lazily suck on his finger since her favorite paci isn’t here.

Five minutes later, after the sniffling has stopped and they all have settled into comfortable conversation, Bucky looks down. Y/N has fallen asleep against him, eyes puffy and red with tear tracks on her cheeks. Carefully he wipes on her cheek, kissing her again. “Dream well, ангел.”

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а́нгел - angle in russian

[rainandandy]

Chemtrails (Yelena Belova x reader)

Summary: You and Yelena are finally free from the mind control of being a black widow. How does everything fare out as you both return to Ohio to start a new life?

Pairings: Yelena Belova x reader, Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers (Kinda platonic, kinda not), Alexei Shoskatoff x Melina Vostokova

Word Count: 1,862

Translations: Malishka (Baby), Krasotka (Beautiful),  Liybimaya (My Love)

Masterlist

There were some people who had the idea that being on the run meant being scared, lonely, always on edge. Perhaps that is how it should have felt. You just felt like you were free. Free from being used in any way. They treated you as if you were just another pawn on the chessboard as if you were just another number to them. It is a piece that no one will remember.

Yelena too. The two of you had freed yourselves and the others from the harsh crutches of being a black widow. A killer and a trained spy in all the fields that a spy could be. Sly, sneaky, conniving, and murderous. There had never been a time when you had any control over your actions. Never being able to be yourself. Living life on the edge, skirting all over the world in a number of days. Killing people without a second thought, because you weren't able to control your mind. You weren't in control.

Until Yelena came along. Till she abolished the control over your mind and cut the tracker from your leg. Till she held you while your body wracked with sobs of finally being free.

She stayed with you, helped you recover physically and mentally. Patching up wounds with medical bits she found in gas stations. Driving stolen cars and motorbikes through the darkness of the night. A new city each day, hiding in rundown motels on the side of highways. Each one of them smelling worse than the previous one.

In the aftermath of Dreykov's death, you would keep your eyes on the news to make sure the black widows left over weren't doing any harm. Once you both reached Ohio, where she planned to meet up with her family and establish a base to free the black widows, you both could be free. Over the long nights of traveling and the days of laying low, you went from strangers to lovers very quickly.

You weren't sure when it happened, but she fell first. A glance at you that was once cold has become a loving gaze. As she learned what food you liked, she would be sure to bring it back from her grocery store runs. It was something you didn't notice at first. She changed her attitude towards you suddenly and when her touches on your wounds became lighter and she began to tell you more about her life, you too began to fall. You discovered why she was aiming for Ohio in the first place. In other words, she did not want to be what she was made to be. Both of your skills would only earn you dirty money, and she desperately just wanted to settle down. You did not talk about children between the two of you, but you frequently talked about a dog shelter.

As soon as you reached a small suburban home on the outskirts of Ohio, you and your partner quickly went into undercover mode. Posing as a newlywed couple, with her sister who is a part-time science teacher and her parents who are coming to welcome the new family. In the morning it appeared like bliss to the neighbors, but really it was at night when the family seemed to sit around and play Monopoly that they planned their roles for recovering the last of the black widows. The rest of the widows who had been freed would come over under the guise of being friends, but Yelena and you would give them money and new identification provided by Mason, so they could start their new lives. The widows wanted their chance to live a normal life, just as you and Yelena did. Many of those who rely on doing what they know only too well, choose to work with Melina in St Petersburg.

In less than a year, everyone was free. With the last of the widows freed, Dreykov's remnants were abolished. You and Yelena were finally free. As soon as the word was given you and Yelena marched straight down to the shelter where she picked a gorgeous American akita and Yelena straight away called her Fanny. When Natasha heard the name, she rolled her eyes and asked, "Really Yelena? I hate that name. You know how much I hate it. In response, Yelena hit back with an infamous "HA!"" and Fanny had now become a part of your dysfunctional family. Alexei and Melina flew in and out every few months, checking up on both of you or on some wild mission to find Captain America. It was much to Alexei’s surprise the day Natasha brought Steve Rogers home, posing as her husband.

“Papa, you remember Steve. My adoring husband" Each word spit back as fast as possible while making sure Alexei didn't start a mini war among them right under their noses. Natasha was extremely coy at first and you didn't know whether there was anything more than just friendship between them.

During their time at the Ohio house, Yelena and Natasha would relax in the small pool that is located out the back. Their tanned skin became more obvious as they raced in laps of the pool against one another under the scorching summer sun. The whole family had a good laugh when Steve wore swim trunks with the American flag on them and then had another fit when Alexei wore ones with the Russian flag on them. “I feel like all my dreams have come true” Yelena said hazily as she kissed your hand on the lawn chairs.

“What dream is that Krasotka?” you asked, smiling as you didn’t fully take in her deep words. “I have my family back” you felt the strings of your heart being pulled at the softness of the girl's words.

She pulled on your hand and led you to join her on the lawn chair, sitting in her lap. As she wrapped her arms around your waist, you looked up into the clear blue sky to see a distant plane leave a long white trail in the clear blue sky. “What are the white lines made of?" It was a question you asked aloud. "Maybe the government is slowly poisoning us with Dreykov's toxic chemicals," she said in a funny way, but you knew it was on everyone's mind. What if he wasn't really dead after all. What if the dream turned into a nightmare and you were no longer yourself. Your panic caused your breath to quicken its pace, and you touched the beautiful gemstones you wore around your neck. Some eastern culture your therapist had thrust onto you, rubbing some amethyst and turquoise would help ease the pain of the memories. In a manner of speaking, it did work, as it eased the nightmares little by little. There were times when holding those tiny stones felt like clutching a lifeline. You desperately try to hold onto this reality with Yelena as long as possible. The blissfulness of it all. Yelena became restless after losing the constant sense of action that had been part of her life. The excitement of going to the farmers market only lasted for a limited amount of time. It was one of those days when the rumble of an engine and the smell of gas broke your concentration from doing laundry, and you were met by a gorgeous vintage red Chevy pulling into the driveway. The look on Yelena's face was incomprehensible, which made you hard to believe that she had just went out and bought such an immaculate, expensive-looking vehicle. The car was a convertible and fanny sat in the back, her tongue hanging out, panting in the golden sun, as she sat there. "We are supposed to keep things on the low down" you whispered to your 'fake' wife, scolding her.

It's time to enjoy yourself, Malishka!"

You knew it was worth it when the rouge on her lips matched the color of the cherry red car. When she opened the passenger side door, she motioned for you to get into the car.

"No no, I think it's time for me to take this baby for a spin". You pushed her across the white leather as you got into the driver's seat and sat in it. There was a soft white leather under your grip on the wheel. "Don't you like it, sweetheart?" Yelena smirked at you as you adjusted the mirror while Yelena was chatting. Upon turning the key, the engine roared to life. "Shhh sweetheart, you'll pay for this later" and you took off racing down the avenues of white picket fences, passing children playing in the front gardens.

Families who seemed perfect on the outside but you knew that each one had their problems. As you reached well over the speed limit, with your hair blowing wildly behind you, you felt as if you were at liberty. It was impossible for those families to stop you from doing what you did. You could not be stopped by Dreykov. At that moment, all you wanted was to keep speeding along the winding roads while Yelena put her hands up, grasping at the invisible air. She was your sweet love. Your happiness. She made the freedom worth it. The winding roads soon gave way to a small clearing where you were able to park your car on the side of the road. The engine died slowly, and her smile was beaming back at you, pure happiness oozing from both of you. Fanny jumped out of the car, her paw pads crushing the gravel under her feet as she jumped. She trotted around sniffing at the new surroundings. In the company of Yelena, you made your way to a small bench that overlooked a valley. The sun was looking low and heavy as it was making its way towards the horizon for yet another day. The silence was relaxing, settling over you as you stared out at the sky. Yelena spoke openly from the heart or perhaps her soul when she said, "I am not religious, but if there is a god out there somewhere, I hope he lets it stay like this forever.". The truth is, she was never one to think of such things in this way, especially in regards to god, religion or even something as grave as losing what you had. "It's not going to happen. We have made it. Nothing could break us apart, Liybimaya”

I know, I know, I feel silly thinking about it when this perfect paradise is all around us; but I cannot help it.

"There is nothing wrong with contemplating God…. or our paradise…. If you have second thoughts-”

“No. God no.” She took a deep breath and replied, “That's not what I'm saying. I am terrified that I will wake up back in the red room. That all of this was just a dream"

You scooted over to her side of the bench and cradled her against you and said, "I'm real, baby.". The sun set, leaving you and your partner in the darkness, the streetlight flickering behind you. It is time for us to go home"

[seabass17]

All that’s left | Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

A/n: So, this is... a different reader in comparison from the one in the first part but I kinda like it? Anyway, Im considering making a third part and im thinking it'll contain some smut. I used google translator so please don't judge me. Tell me what you think. Happy reading.

All that's left pt. 1

Warnings: angst, mentions of scars, swearing, implied smut?

Word count: 3.263

Summary: After moving from her life in New York, away from the Avengers and him, she finds happiness and a life that she actually enjoys, but that seems to last little when she spots the familiar jet on the roof of the building she lives in. Is she ready to face them? To face him?

*Three months later*

The warm air surrounding my body made me take a deep breath and unconsciously smile. I was happy, I was free, I was whole. I was with my neighbor drinking coffee in our usual spot, which was a cafe near the main street of the place that I decided was going to become my new home.

“Продолжай рассказывать мне о своем боссе, который сводит тебя с ума” (Keep on telling me about your boss who drives you crazy) Andrei said making me laugh and shake my head.

“Не о чем говорить, он просто засранец, который дает мне слишком много работы и заставляет меня плакать” (Nothing to talk about, he's just an asshole who gives me too much work and makes me want to cry) I laughed. I had met Andrei a week after I moved in and there was an immediate connection. No, it wasn’t in a romantic one, god no, we were just really good friends that had a lot in common.

“Now now, that was not what i saw the other day when i went to pick you up from work” He said with a playful smirk plastered on his light brown face. I gasped, a fake indignant expression on my face while my hand went to my chest. He laughed loudly. “Don’t play that card, I saw you!” he added

“I don’t know what you are talking about” I said, trying to fight the smile that tried to come out but failing miserably, we both laughed.

He and I had become quite close in the little time that we had known each other. He was an American with a Russian name. He explained that his mother was from the states while his father was a russian spy, they fell in love against all odds and eventually, Andrei was brought to this world. When he was fifteen his father died and he and his mom went to America, where he finished high school and surprisingly, entered the military. He did two tours before he decided that he had enough and returned to Russia. Hence why he could speak both Russian and English fluently. As for me, I told him that I was in some sort of organization that worked for the government, and that’s why I knew russian. He believed me, thank God,  I didn’t want to talk about how I was part of the Avengers and why I left. Obviously I will tell him when the time is right and I know that he can be fully trusted.

“Oh, come on Ames, are you going to tell me that you don’t like him one bit? Not in the slightest?” he asked, smiling and I shook my head. He stayed silent for a second and stared at me, like he was considering whether he should ask me something or keep quiet. “Is it because of him?” he finally asked, watching me closely to see my reaction. I felt my stomach twist at the mention of him. Of course it was because of him, because of them, I couldn’t afford getting hurt and betrayed one more time. Andrei didn’t know his name, or theirs for that matter, so I smiled weakly and nodded.

“Yeah, I know it sounds stupid but… I just can’t afford getting hurt, not again, not anymore” I said looking at my hands.

“I understand, believe me I do” he said, his hand reaching out to hold mine. I looked up to find his brown eyes looking for mine, I saw nothing but genuine love -the friendly kind- in them. I smiled and squeezed his hand. He was going to say something but his phone rang; a notification. He withdrew his hand to look at his phone and the moment he did, people around us started getting up and running in the same direction. I looked at him confused to find him frowning at his phone.

“What is it?” i asked.

“The Avengers are here…” He said and my heart skipped a beat and my body went rigid. Andrei noticed. “What 's wrong?”. Well, there’s no use keeping him from the truth anymore.

“So, remember when I told you that I worked for an organization for the government? Okay don’t freak out and hate me but, here it goes” I took a deep breath. “That organization was called The Red Room were they trained me from a very young age to be a perfect cold-blooded killer, years later i escaped and was on the run until i got a new identification, name, address, new everything and then joined the avengers to amend the wrongs I made in the past. To my luck, it didn’t go great because it ended up breaking me the same way The Red Room did, so I left to find a fresh start and came here where I met you. Please don’t hate me” I concluded in one breath. Andrei was silent with a straight face, which was hard to read, and eventually after a few seconds that felt like an eternity and shrugged his shoulders. WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN.

“Believe it or not, I've heard worse” he simply said

“Worse than finding out that your best friend is a train killer and former avenger?” i asked incredulously and he tilted his head and smirked

“US Agent mother and Russian spy father” He said. I laughed and he followed right after. “So, I'm guessing we are running away?” he asked. Say what now?

“We?” I asked, almost in shock to which he simply nodded, “You don’t think im just gonna let you go like that, please, is not that easy to get rid of me” he snorted. “And I'm supposing Amelia is not your real name either, given the fact that you ran off,” he added. Damn, he is good.

“Y/n, y/n y/l/n” I said and he slowly smiled

“Well y/n, nice to meet you, my name is Andrei Petrova” he said, extending his hand, i repeated his action with the same smile. “I’ve got to say, I like the name y/n more than Amelia '' he added and laughed. We were brought back to the matter at hand when the screaming of the people were getting louder. I snapped my head up and saw the familiar jet on the roof of the building where I was living.

“Here’s what we are going to do, I’m going to my apartment and buy us some time while you go get a car and,” i handed him my card “you are going to get all the money from my bank account. I will meet you in front of the cafe that’s two blocks away from my place”

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked with clear worry in his eyes. I smiled and nodded

“Yes, I promised. Now go” I said before he got up and ran. I sighed and went to my apartment. Was I really going to do this? After months, was I ready to face them, already knowing the truth? Well, guess I'm going to find out.

Once in the building I decided to programmed the lights to go out in 50 minutes and then I went to the elevator, wanting to appear as normal as possible even though I felt like my heart was going to explode from how fast it was beating inside my rib cage. When the elevator stopped at my floor I walked until I was standing in front of my door. I didn’t need to wait and confirm, I knew they knew I was here, now there’s only one thing left to do. But before I did anything, the door creaked open.

*10 hours earlier*

Bucky paced from one side to the other, finding himself incapable of staying put. Natasha sat silently on her chair, Tony was in the front with his head in between his hands, Steve was resting on the side of the wall looking at the floor, Bruce was just standing there holding his chin analyzing everyone in the room. Sam sat on the couch looking through his phone, Vision was sitting next to Wanda on the other couch, while Clint and Thor were sitting on the other chairs. Peter had some school stuff to deal with like the teenager that he was. They’ve been looking for her for the past three months, and about a week ago, a picture was found of someone that looked exactly like her, all except her hair that was a bit shorter and the color was different, but other than that, it was practically her.

Not wanting to get their hopes -or rather enthusiasm- up, they decided to look deeper and found out that the picture was taken a month ago in the city of Magadan located in Russia. They found out that before three months, the name Amelia Agapov, didn’t exist. The more they looked into it, the more they were convinced that it was her.

“The mission report from Agent Carter arrived, should i put it on the screen?” the voice of the AI filled the room. The team had been waiting for that report for days, the nerves of the question that lingered in the air ‘was it her?’ being present for that time only grew stronger as Stark asked FRIDAY to project the report on the screen.

Pictures were shown, most of them were about this woman buying in the market, having coffee with a guy, but there was one, where her face was looking straight into the lens of the camera, and it was that picture that left the people in the room absolutely rigid. It was her.

“We found her…” Tony said in a whisper. Everybody kept their gaze on the picture on the big screen. After months looking for her, they finally had found her. To everyone, it was like someone just discovered something new, a kind of relief and anxiety all at the same time.

“Suit up, we’re going to get her” Steve said to the group, but see, it was the choice of words from Cap that Bucky found unsettling.

“Get her? Like she is some kind of criminal?” he said, looking at his best friend dead in the eye. Steve opened his mouth to say something but Tony beat him to it.

“She was trained by The Red Room to be an assassin, we can expect nothing more from her '' He said, trying to calm Bucky down, but instead it only caused him to get angrier, and not only him.

“So was I” Natasha said, her voice low that could scare anyone to the bone if they weren’t so used to her.

"It's different" Tony said

“How is it different?” Wanda said this time, “It wasn’t when you practically recluded me after I helped Ultron and tried to kill you all” she added.

Tony sighed and looked down, realizing that he might be overreacting.

“Let’s just get suit up and get on with it” Steve said, cutting the rather awkward silence that filled the room.

The avengers were suit up and on the quinjet in less that forty-five minutes, and they were in Madagan in nine hours, it took them an hour to find her building, and once they found it, Clint landed the jet on the roof and they all got out and looked for her apartment. Funny enough, it was the same number as the one she used to live in New York; 108. They waited for what seemed an eternity until they heard footsteps just outside the door. Suddenly, the air felt thick with anticipation, but Bucky couldn’t wait any longer so he crossed the living room in two steps and opened the door. She was standing there. Silence took over the entire apartment until she broke it.

“Well, are you going to move so that I can get inside my goddamn apartment Barnes?” she said expectantly. Bucky realized that he had been staring at her since he opened the door. Her hair was different, more wavy and a shade or two lighter. He moved to the side and she was able to see the rest of the team. This was going to be one hell of an evening.

Breathe. In… and out…

It was hard. Fuck. Okay i can do this.

“Well isn’t this nice. All the team back together again!” I said with sarcasm dripping from every letter.

“What the hell did we ever do to you?” Steve said firmly.

“Damn, getting straight into it. That’s okay” i shrugged as I went to my room but the sound of the blasters of Tony's suit stopped me.

“Stop, don’t take another step” He said, lifting his hands and I smiled.

“Really? Well unfortunately i have to change, so i’ll leave the door open if it makes you comfortable” i said as i continued to walk to my room, and like I said, i left the door open.

“Y-you don’t have to do that, you can…” Wanda said but trailed off. I had taken my shirt off; my scars were shown.

“So, Steve” I broke the silence as I put on a black shirt, “the thing that you did wasn’t as bad as tin man over there, but you still let Hydra take me the day we took out the helicaries” i added. His face got pale and started shaking his head.

“What? No, you made it out safe, you-” He started saying but i interrupted him

“You sure? Who do you think stopped Rumlow when he tried to interfere with the exchange of the chip when you were in the helicarrier with Bucky?” He started thinking for a moment until he realized what I said fell into place. “Yeah, I took one hell of a beating, and if that wasn’t enough, I fell to the water. I fell thirty floors down, and I alone got myself out, because I didn't have anyone to cover me or have my back” i concluded.

“Your scars…” Tony said this time and i turned to him

“Yeah, thanks to you Mr. Stark” i said and he looked at me. “Doctor said that 74% of my body is covered with scars, along with one or two burns”

“You were that girl in The Red Room” Natasha said, causing me to turn my head to look at her and I smiled cynically, “You are Eliza” she finished.

“Давно не виделись с Натальей” (Long time no see Natalia) i said and she looked at me in pure surprise in her faced. That’s something coming from the famous Black Widow.

“What about the rest of us y/n?”  Sam said this time, redirecting my attention from Natasha to the rest of the group. Thor was standing there holding his hammer, Bruce was next to the fridge, Clint was by the sink, Wanda was with Vision beside the kitchen table and Bucky was by the door. They were all looking at me. I took a look at the clock, I have to leave in less than thirty minutes.

“Long story short, Clint, Bruce, Sam, Wanda and Vision are the ones that didn’t do anything, so just chill out, you are still on my good side” I smiled and waved my hand.

“Hold on, but what did I do?” Thor asked and I looked at him.

“God it really is unfair how such a little thing can cause such a big problem. The first time you came down to earth, met Jane, bla bla bla… when her stuff was under custody of shield, and you took that notebook; they blamed me. I know it may seem weird because, how? Thing is, I was undercover at that time inside Shield, so when the notebook disappeared, guess who was the one that got beaten for it. I couldn’t move from the pain.”

Thor was standing completely still.

“Lady y/n…”

“How is it possible? I was there  and never saw you” Clint interrupted Thor.

“It was before the avengers, i was on the run and a girl's gotta eat. Don’t worry, I never gave them anything. Got the money and then killed them, they were nobodies” I shrugged off.

“So, that’s all you needed to know, so if you please leave my…” I said but then he interrupted me.

“No” I would be lying if I said it didn’t send shivers down my spine at his tone, and I hate even more that he noticed it. “You’re missing one doll” Well fuck me

I turned to see him and he was walking painfully slow towards me and I was praying for my legs to not give out.

“Barnes” I simply said, thanking God and all the saints that it didn’t come out as a whimper. I took a look at the clock once more. I have to leave. Now. “Such a shame, wish you had fought for us, I would have gone through hell and back for you, Buck” his eyes were looking straight to my own and I felt like he was staring at my bare soul. In a way, he was. I smiled and I saw behind my back that the team was looking at us, we’ve never been this close, not in public anyway. I standed on my tiptoes and reached for his right ear, he instinctively reached down so it was a bit easier for me.

“If you want to know, you’ll have to find me first дорогой” (Sweetheart) I whisper. Next thing, the light went out just like I programmed it to and I slid beside Bucky to reach out to the door and to the hall. I could hear the team screaming ‘what the hell just happened’. I ran to the emergency stairs, and once out I could still feel him behind me, getting close. I went into an alley, having to detour, knowing that he eventually was going to catch up to me and I couldn't have him follow where I was really going. A few seconds later, I felt him caging me to the wall on the alley, both of us breathing heavily. His flesh hand went to my throat and his metal one rested on the wall.

“Given a different occasion, I would have loved this, don’t get me wrong, I still love how you…”

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked huskily and I smiled.

“I told you, you’ll have to wait until you find me again. Alone.” i said

“Come on Barnes, do you really think that the charade of being your personal fuck toy would last forever?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t like that, i…” he said but trailed off. The pain in my chest starting and clenching my heart.

“There it is…” i said lowly, the hurt in my voice evident, “listen, i’d love to keep talking about how you used me, but like i said,” i got close to his face, my nose touching his, “find me to found out” after that,  I raised my knee kicking him right in between his legs.

He let out a pained groan and fell to the floor, causing his grip in my neck to give out. I took advantage and ran. Two blocks away, I saw Andrei. When he saw me running to him, he immediately got in the car and turned the engine on, then I got in.

“Drive, fast” it was the first thing i said

“Where?” he asked while we took off. I smiled and looked at him

“You’ll see”

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The Irony of Adler and Bell

Call of Duty: Black Ops Analysis of Adler’s Brainwashing

It’s me again. And I’m here with another analysis! This time based solely around Adler. It’s always about Adler. But also Bell.

And this is about the brainwashing of not Bell, but Adler.

We have all had our theories since we first saw Adler getting tortured in the Cinematic Warzone Trailers, shown in Season 3 of COD:BOCW. Our suspicions growing when we see Sus Adler™️ doing what he does best in Season 4 by stealing an important looking chip within the crashed satellite that was taken down. (Also, Hudson, what is wrong with you letting Adler be cleared for a mission when he was just rescued like two weeks ago?!)

And although we did not see him in Season 5, we can all gather that anyone could be potentially brainwashed if you have a certain brand of earpiece. (Woods and Stryker appeared unaffected despite having their own earpieces). So the naive hope and calming words to others that Adler being different and strong is out the window. All it takes is hearing the numbers. What do the numbers mean, Mason?

Besides Bell wasn’t your average run of the mill agent either. An amazing decoder and created codes(I am with the theory that Bell did create the codes for Perseus that we have to decrypt in the game for Operation Chaos and Red Circus) with a brutal close combat skill as well as charming based on how one could talk to everyone and be a social butterfly. Also, able to handle and withstand torture after one hour of leaving Cuba despite previous injuries AND be able to go to Solovetsky/Duga and able to aim and shoot despite having a needle shoved in their eye a few hours earlier.

Bell had crazy skills. Just like Adler does. Bell was brainwashed. So is Adler.

Confirmed with this bundle that will be released. Thank you to @reclaimedbythesea who first found it and pointed it out.

We have the confirmation—the amazing, horrible, war criminal man we all love has become an agent of the man who he swore to chase down and capture/kill for longer than a decade. (Adler said thirteen years in COD:BOCW universe, so 1984 it would be sixteen years. Sheesh. Correct me if I’m wrong. I may be mistaken.) Is it wrong I kinda find it funny? Especially since he did the same thing to Bell—believing it to be necessary. Just as Stitch I’m sure finds it necessary.

It’s just a big brainwash back and forth between these two countries, a race to see who has the most mindless agents on their side in the end. But we’re not focusing on that.

We’re focusing on how Adler’s karma finally caught up to him with all his war crimes. We can infer that he hasn’t just done a cruel action like that to Bell, but to others. “Whatever it takes.” That’s his motto. He’s messed up other’s lives—hundreds, maybe even thousands. The Vietnam War has a deep dirty history, such as the real operation of Fracture Jaw, Operation Ranch Hand with the use of Agent Orange, the Mai(My) Lai Massacre and who knows how many other operations that would/did affect civilians. Not that I would see Adler doing anything like the massacre, but you can’t expect me to not believe that he may have been involved with Agent Orange somewhat? And who knows what other operations and missions he’s done as a CIA agent after the war?

My point is, the man has been gathering karma for awhile. Not just with Bell(I am aware he had his orders in the war, I’m just saying I’m not sure if he feels much guilt about some said orders. Guilt I believe he may has, but I’m not sure it’s a high degree.) Of course, Bell isn’t a saint either. They were willing to kill millions with Perseus after all. A wayyyy higher body count than Adler. And who knows what Bell did with Perseus even before the Greenlight plan? Didn’t seem to mind millions blinking in an eye, so must be pretty cold or delusional about the whole free world killing their country thing. Thank you @yunatheintrovert for this post pointing out and showing a hint of just how not good a person Bell was.

I’m not going to say they deserved what happened to them due to Adler. I feel for Bell. I really do. Just like I can’t say if Adler deserves it for everything—just can’t say that because I’m not at liberty to judge other’s actions and claim what is deserved and undeserved. Leave that to judges.

But now I’m going to point out certain things—other things. Such as what I think to be Adler’s “new” name. At least to those in the Perseus Collective/Stitch.

Do I realize that “Cipher” may just be what this awesome skin is called? Yes. Will I rather ignore it and rant about the name for two ten minutes? Also yes.

On to the analysis!

ci·pher/ˈsīfər/: a secret or disguised way of writing; a code.

This first definition is what we can all gather of what the numbers represent—the code and simultaneously the key of brainwashing others in earpieces with just a certain order of number together.

Stitch and co. used said numbers on Adler, so why not call him Cipher? The Code? Funny, cause he killed Bell—the Decoder. Maybe Bell would’ve helped him out if he didn’t kill them.

Another hammer to the irony of between these two.

But no. The name gets better. Second definition!

ci·pher /ˈsīfər/: a person or thing of no importance, especially a person who does the bidding of others and seems to have no will of their own.

PAHAHAHAHAHA! *clears throat* Now, this, this is what I think Stitch calls some true vengeance. Not only did he get to torture the man who did the same to him before, but made Adler a shadow of who he was before. A husk. Nothing really there. “Whatever it takes” indeed but for the opposite side now—a puppet with numbers for strings. Stitch did a good job in naming Cipher—I mean Adler. We don’t even know how far Adler shall go now, will the CIA have to kill him or will they be able to recondition him when/if they capture him? Will he even be the same? Nope.

Why do I find that definition funny? Well, I think Adler had a multitude of reasons for naming Bell, Bell. Just like Stitch did with Adler. And not just the obvious reasons of him ringing the bell at them to condition them as he was torturing/brainwashing them(we love Pavlov!). Let’s get the first definition out the way.

bell /bel/: a hollow object, typically made of metal and having the shape of a deep inverted cup widening at the lip, that sounds a clear musical note when struck, typically by means of a clapper inside.

I wonder if anyone knows where I’m going with this or I’m starting to seem like a madwoman.

I’m going to ask you guys to focus on the word, “hollow” for me. Hollow, as in not filled. There’s something in the bell alright, but it doesn’t do enough to fill out the hole does it? Like Cipher is now made a husk. Bell was made hollow—only a little bit filled with the little memory they got back before they were killed(maybe they weren’t, let’s just go with it for now). Or perhaps just a bit filled with false memories of Vietnam, of camaraderie. I doubt Stitch did anything like that.

Also, Bell is just an instrument for someone else to play. Play the right tune, and the Russian agent will do anything for you. Right, Adler?

Cipher is the puppet, just doing what he’s told when they give the orders. No will or thought. Just how Stitch likes it.

I’m not done yet! Second definition!

bell /bel/: a. A stroke on a hollow metal instrument to mark the hour.

b. The time indicated by the striking of this instrument, divided into half hours.

Another play on words of Bell being struck(jabbed with needles) to do what needs to be done. But it also represents the limited time that Bell has. Bell needs to help to stop Perseus and quick, Adler will make them go faster if needed by putting the highest dosage as possible without killing them to accomplish it. Or maybe it’s also a representation that Bell does actually have limited time left—Park did say MK—Ultra will be hard on the body physically and mentally. Perhaps MK-Ultra was slowly killing us and Adler just decided to give us a mercy kill while he was at it as he “tied up our strings.”( @cryinginthebackseat does point this out in their Adler/Bell story, go check it out!)

Let’s focus on the instrument thing again though, but back to Cipher. The third definition!

ci·pher /ˈsīfər/ : a continuous sounding of an organ pipe, caused by a mechanical defect.

Oh man. Sounds like Adler is being played like an instrument too, continuously due to all the numbers and how the numbers can be everywhere if one is in the armed forces since they all use earpieces. Interesting shape too, a pipe. Long and thin and has two holes, a beginning and an end but which one is the top or the bottom? The beginning and the end? We don’t know how far Adler will go like this—as Cipher. It will eventually come to a point, where something squeezes within the pipe and manages to get out. Maybe. Or maybe Adler is just forever defected, like the definition suggests.

Not quite Adler anymore and just Cipher.

Just like Bell will always just be Bell. The other self practically gone.

It seems these two will always somehow reflect and affect one another, whether one is dead or not.

I swear I love Adler, so don’t mind some of my dark humor about him and this situation he’s in. It is pretty funny. At least to me. Stitch is funny. And petty.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

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