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loveinhawkins · 9 months

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The problem is that a part of Steve knows the spider isn’t real.

But it’s the suggestion of it, right? Cobwebs in his hair, movement just out the corner of his eye; it’s all enough to convince him that there’s something crawling on his skin, to let out a panicked whisper to Nancy, there was a spider. It’s a black widow.

He tries to disregard it as a one-off. It’s an old creepy house. Just got him spooked for a bit, that’s all.

But then… diving into Lover’s Lake. Bats biting into his flesh. Overwhelming dizziness.

Nancy wrapping torn strips of clothing tight around—there’s something crawling, crawling underneath his skin, no, there isn’t, no, there—a bike ride through The Upside Down; one hacking cough, pushing through it, pushing through it—

Swallows it all down. Ignores the sweat, the tackiness around his bandage. Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Doesn’t know how he’s even moving, is just grateful—grateful that his mind on autopilot seems to still function.

The War Zone. In and out. Parked. Sun in his eyes. Kids outside.

The feeling comes back. Something. Something under his skin. (In his blood, in all of him—)

“S’there something in my hair?” he asks Eddie, who’s mid-step out of the RV.

Eddie turns back with an air of amusement. “Nope,” he says. “Looks perfectly coiffed to me, man.”

“Can you—can you just check?”

Look closer, something’s wrong, something’s wrong.

“Uh, sure,” Eddie says, bemused. He sits next to Steve and tilts his head before lifting a hand uncertainly. “You want me to, uh?”

“Yeah, thanks. Just… there was a spider on me.”

It’s not what Steve wants to say at all, but there’s a sudden, terrifying disconnect between the thoughts in his head and what actually comes out of his mouth.

“Oh, you don’t like them, huh?”

Eddie’s not even teasing, just sounds understanding; he lifts up a few sections of hair carefully, taking his time. He’s so kind. Steve abruptly wants to cry.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” Eddie continues. “I have the same thing with mice. The way they move. Creepy little feet.” He shudders dramatically.

Steve wants to laugh at that. Can’t.

Eddie runs his fingers through Steve’s hair a couple more times, gentle.

You don’t have to, Steve thinks. Make it hurt. Get it out. Did you find it? Please say you found it.

“Good news, you’re officially spider-free, Harrington.”

Eddie claps him on the shoulder, stands up.

Steve doesn’t move.

Eddie pauses again, halfway out the door. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Just need some air.”

He goes through the motions of prepping for the fight. Chats with Robin. She talks about a terrible, gnawing feeling, and he wants to scream yes, I know, I know, but he can’t tell her, why can’t he tell her?

Shh. Calm, calm.

Drives the RV. Forest Hills.

He brakes with no warning, sends bottles of alcohol rolling across the floor. He’s mad suddenly that they didn’t smash. He’s so—

Slip away.

Eddie’s trailer. Lets himself in.

Bathroom.

The wound on his stomach pulses. He doubles over the toilet. Throws up.

His skin is crawling.

There, in the back of his mind, a creeping coldness. A thought that is not his own.

I will kill them all. And I will make you watch.

Oh, God. Oh, God, he’s been so stupid.

Eddie finds him first.

He picks up one fallen bottle of alcohol before a gut feeling pulls him out of the RV—because Steve Harrington is a good driver, and he’d only brake like that if he had no choice.

“Steve?”

But Steve’s not waiting for them on the porch, he’s not even by the Gate.

Clattering; a strangled cry.

Eddie’s stomach lurches.

He runs towards the noise, opens the bathroom door and is instantly hit by the acrid smell of vomit.

“Steve! Jesus Christ.”

Steve’s pushed up against the cistern. There’s a damp patch all across his stomach, and his chest is heaving.

“Oh my God, Steve, what’s—”

Eddie reaches for him instinctively, and Steve flinches as if he’s been struck.

“No, don’t!”

“Jesus, you’re burning up,” Eddie whispers, drawing his hand back; Steve’s skin is feverishly hot, slick with sweat. He looks around frantically for a cloth, turns on the cold water. “Gotta get you cooled—”

Something slams into him; he’s pinned against the sink, Steve’s hand clamped around his throat.

“No,” Steve repeats. “Don’t.”

“Okay,” Eddie manages. He chokes on a swallow. “S-Steve, you’re—you’re—”

His hand flails, trying to pry Steve’s fingers off.

Steve’s grip loosens ever so slightly. His eyes are wide, bloodshot. Pleading.

“Eddie,” he says through gritted teeth. “You need to hurt me.”

With the last of his strength, Eddie gets his knee up and jabs—it’s barely anything, but it works enough to break Steve’s hold.

Eddie staggers; his back slams against the door. He’s shaking.

Steve stares at him. He’s gripping onto the sink so tightly that Eddie thinks it’s a miracle that it doesn’t crack.

And then there’s a horrible, guttural noise like Steve’s started to choke too, like he’s at war with himself.

Barely audible, he says, “Get… get Nancy.”

Eddie runs.

He nearly falls into Nancy as he opens the front door. He’s breathless, can’t think of what to say, save from—

“Wheeler, he needs you.”

It happens in an instant: Nancy’s brow pinches, and then she goes very pale, and she’s shouting for Robin and Dustin to stay in the RV, like she can turn on a dime, launched into an unknown crisis.

She pushes past Eddie, and he follows her, back into the bathroom.

The cold water is still running.

Steve’s got his hands in the sink. He looks at Nancy desperately.

“S-stop me.”

Another choking sound is ripped from Steve’s throat; Eddie realises that it’s actually a dry sob.

“Nance,” Steve says. It’s half her name, half a pained whine. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I—I know everything.”

And then he’s suddenly launching towards them—it’s only the fact that he’s so completely freaked out that makes Eddie move in time, saves him from getting strangled again.

He grabs Steve’s wet hands, pins them behind his back and tries to hold him still.

“Jesus! Wheeler, what the fuck is going—”

“Do you have anything that can knock him out?” Nancy says.

“What?”

“Drugs, Eddie!”

“Are you crazy? There’s no way—oh my God, what are you—”

Crack.

Nancy’s grabbed the cistern lid, brought it down upon Steve’s head. Eddie looks at Steve lying eerily still on the floor in abject horror.

There’s blood in his hair.

Eddie feels sick.

But Nancy just watches, as if to confirm that Steve’s not moving. She looks Eddie in the eye.

“Come on. That’s only gonna work for so long.”

Eddie just follows her out, too shocked to even attempt speaking.

It’s chaotic at the RV; Dustin sees them coming, leaps out of the door as Robin yells at him.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Get back inside.”

“Nancy, where the hell is he?”

“We can talk inside.”

“Bullshit, I’m—”

“Dustin, he’s Flayed,” Nancy says, her voice breaking, and all the fight goes out of Dustin at once.

“No, that’s—he can’t—”

Eddie finally finds his voice. “Can someone tell me what the fuck you’re talking about?”

Nancy doesn’t speak, not until they’re in the RV, the door locked behind her.

“I think it’s the—the bites—”

Robin swears, a hand over her mouth.

“Flayed?” Eddie persists.

“The Mind Flayer,” Dustin says numbly. “It’s what we—it’s a part of The Upside Down. It—it used Will to… to spy on…”

“And what, it’s—” Eddie swallows. “It’s inside him?”

“Like a virus. He’s part of the Hive Mind,” Nancy says.

Eddie’s knees feel weak.

“Fuck,” Dustin says. “He knows where we are, he’ll know—”

“It’s too late to change that,” Nancy says. “We just have to—at least someone needs to stay with him.”

“I will,” Robin says instantly, eyes blazing.

“Me too,” Dustin says.

Nancy glances at him, shakes her head—firm but apologetic. “You can join Erica.” And as Dustin opens his mouth, no doubt to argue, she adds, “I’m sorry, Dustin. It’s just—we might need to… to fight him.”

Dustin doesn’t reply, but looks so utterly devastated that Eddie wishes he’d insisted on diving first, that the bats had torn into him instead.

“Keep him warm,” Nancy tells Robin urgently. “And I don’t mean just—it’s got to be unbearable.”

Robin nods, ashen-faced.

Nancy catches Eddie’s eye. “The one thing that fucker can’t stand is heat.”

She paces up and down the RV, checking for stray bottles. Then she comes to a stop right in front of Robin.

“He—he might beg,” she whispers. “And it won’t—it’ll sound like him. Like he just wants the pain to stop.”

Robin’s eyes look glassy. “Nance, I don’t—don’t know if I can—”

“I’ll do it,” Eddie says.

He feels everyone’s eyes on him, but he just looks at Nancy, at the determined set to her jaw.

He doesn’t know when he made the decision, if he can even pinpoint a conscious moment of thought—but now that the words are out, he feels the vow he’s made, deep in his chest.

Nancy hands him a bottle and cloth.

A lighter.

She fixes Eddie with a piercing look. “It’s going to look like you’re killing him,” she says.

Eddie nods.

He turns, offers Robin his hand.

“C’mon, Buckley. Let’s get that bastard out of him.”

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alotofpockets · 6 months

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I'll follow you everywhere | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: You’re on the run with your wife Natasha, when she receives a small box with red vials with a picture of a young Natasha and Yelena attached.

Warnings: Scenes from Black Widow used. Weapons, wounds, explosives, and a car crash. A/n: This is a repost from one of my old accounts.

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist | Words: 2.3K

You were browsing the shelves of the local supermarket in the small town in Norway where your current safe house was located. Natasha and the rest of the Avengers that weren’t already arrested were on the run. As her wife you weren’t letting her go on her own. You offered to go into town on your first night to get some food and other necessities as the chances of you getting recognized were way smaller than her being recognized by the locals, as her picture amongst those of the other rogue Avengers were shown on the news all over the world.

With all the supplies, you drive back to the trailer. You carry the bags inside and are met with Natasha staring at a box with something glowing inside of it. “What’s that?” You ask, oblivious to the contents of the box. Natasha turns around holding out a picture. You step closer to take a look at the photobooth picture in her hand, there are two young girls hugging, both wearing big smiles on their faces. You recognize a young Natasha, but don’t recognize the younger blonde girl. “Yelena?” You question. Natasha had told you about her sister, but you’d never seen a picture of the girl.

Natasha nods her head, eyes wide. “She’s in trouble y/n, I need to go to Budapest. I need to help her.” Natasha turns around, and starts putting on her shoes, while you grab a bag and put some clothes from the both of you in it. “What are you doing?” Natasha asks. “I’m grabbing some clothes.” You say with a confused look on your face, thinking it was obvious what you were doing. “I know that, I mean why are you packing your clothes?”

Once again you’re confused, “Because I’ll need clothes to wear too?” Natasha’s confusion clears as she realizes what’s going on. “Baby, you can’t go with me. I don’t know what’s out there. It’s too dangerous, I can’t risk you getting hurt.”

“Darling, I’m coming with you, whether it’s dangerous or not. The day I married you, I promised you in my vows that I would always follow you everywhere. I intend on keeping that promise, so I’m coming with you. You don’t have to do this alone.” Natasha knows there is no use for arguing with you when you’ve already made up your mind, so she lets you continue packing. Within an hour you’ve made it to the train station, boarding the train to Budapest.

When you got to the safe house Natasha told you to wait outside while she tried prying the lock of the door open. A voice from within the apartment was heard, “I know you’re out there.” Natasha took a big sigh, unlocking the lock and grabbing her gun. “I know you know I’m out here.” She responds, before opening the door.

It stayed quiet on the other side of the door while you waited patiently for Natasha to deem the apartment safe for you to enter. You knew it must be weird for her to see Yelena again, especially because it had been so long since they had seen each other. Natasha didn’t even know if she could trust her. You understood that, so you waited. The quietness was interrupted by the sound of things slamming into walls. Natasha was the strongest person and most skilled fighter you knew, you know she could handle herself. Nonetheless you were worried.

The sounds kept getting louder and louder. You were trying to focus on Natasha’s voice to hear if she was okay. Until you notice a red dot appear on your chest. You weren’t trained on any of this, but you knew that a red dot is most likely a sniper rifle pointing at you. Without thinking you opened the door to the safe house and walked into the room. You turn around to see Natasha and Yelena laying on the floor out of breath, with a white curtain laying around them.

As soon as Yelena sees you in the corner of her eyes, she reaches for her gun and points it at you, “Don’t move.” She says to you, then she turns to Natasha, “You said truce, what is this?” Natasha is quick to answer. “Easy, Yelena, that’s my wife.” Yelena slowly lowers the weapon while repeating the word, “Wife?”

You interrupt the conversation, “Yes, wife. No time for further explanation. There are snipers on the roof, one was aiming at me just a second ago out in the hall.” Natasha stands up quickly, moving in between you and the window.

"Stay on my hip." Natasha tells you as she moves away from the window. Always standing in between you and the outside wall. The three of you move into a backroom where Yelena grabs the box of red vials and some ammo for her gun. "Come on, we can get on the roof from the window."

As she opens the window, the front door is kicked in. "Go, I'll be right behind you." Yelena says while running back in. Natasha climbs out of the window and helps you out as well. Yelena comes running towards the window, followed by a large explosion. "The switch, good thinking." Natasha compliments her sister.

"Where are we going?" Natasha asks. "West side, I have a motorcycle there but it won't fit us all." - "Lead the way, we'll see when we get there." Yelena starts running and Natasha nudges you to follow Yelena. She makes sure you're in between them at all times. Especially because two widows were following you. You had some distance on them, but as long as they were carrying weapons, distance didn't mean safety.

You got to the motorcycle, and there is no way it's going to fit three. Yelena grabs her gun and stops a nearby car, "Get out." She yells pointing the gun at the driver. He walks out with his hands up. Yelena gets behind the wheel but Natasha is quick to tell her to move over to the passenger seat and tells you to get in the back.

Natasha starts driving away, but you're quickly followed by widows on motorcycles, shooting at the car. “Duck.” They say in unison as the back window is about to break. Luckily you are quick to respond and none of you get hurt.

You're driving around like maniacs. Yelena was basically hanging out of the window and now the car was missing a door, but at least it took one of the widows out. All of a sudden the rest of the widows disappeared, which none of you saw as a good sign.

Your instincts were right. An armored car makes its way around the corner. When it starts picking up speed it just crashes right into the cars of the oncoming traffic and parked cars. And if it wasn't scary enough, the roof of the car opened and a fully armored person appeared with a bow and arrow. When you realized it wasn't just any arrow being aimed at you, but an explosive one it was already too late.

The arrow exploded and the car was pushed into the air. It rolled a couple of times before landing upside down into a train station entry. Natasha was quick to get out of the car and pulled you and Yelena out. Since Yelena had no door on her side anymore something had cut her arm open, but other than that none of you were injured.

Natasha quickly tied a scarf around Yelena’s arm, because you had to move. There was no way this armored assassin or the widows were going to give up any time soon. Natasha led you all to a place she once hid with Clint, where you hid out as you saw them walking right past your location.

For Natasha and Yelena this was part of their jobs, so they had gotten used to the rush and adrenaline that came with being chased. That wasn't the case for you though. When you made it into the airshaft your adrenaline started slowly fading, making you realize just how crazy this was. Natasha was quick to notice your upcoming panic attack, and came to your aid quickly, she was able to help calm your breathing down before it turned into a full on attack. Once you’re fully calmed down Natasha turns to Yelena, “Who the hell was that?”

“Dreykov’s special project, they can mimic anyone they've ever seen. It’s like fighting a mirror. Dreykov only deploys them for top priority missions.” Natasha’s mind is trying to wrap around what Yelena just told her, “This doesn’t make any sense.” She says. All these years Natasha thought that she had killed Dreykov, but Yelena explained how that wasn’t the case.

After a while the women decided the coast was clear, and left the vents of the train station to get cleaned up. The three of you ended up at a small convenience store and bought some necessities for cleaning wounds, and some painkillers, since the flipping of the car had an effect on all three of you. You took the supplies to a restaurant nearby where Natasha helped Yelena clean up the wound and they talked amongst themselves to catch up.

“Where are you gonna go after this?” Natasha asks after learning that Yelena had been under the influence of Dreykov’s control and was just freed of it recently. “I don’t know.” Yelena answers. “I don’t really have anywhere to go back to. So, I guess anywhere” Nat puts her drink down but before she can say anything Yelena says, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Natasha says. Yelena laughs, “Oh, you’re going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it.” Both you and Natasha laugh at that. “Speeches aren’t really her thing.” You share with Yelena letting her in on the look shared between you and your wife. “Exactly, and it was more like an invitation.” Yelena thinks for a moment, “To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov, even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?” Natasha smirks before saying, “Yeah.”

“That sounds like a shitload of work.” Yelena points out. “Yup, it could be fun though.” Natasha adds and Yelena agrees. “You saw where he put the keys?” These two were truly on the same wavelength you realized as Yelena answered, “Top drawer, green cabinet.” And with that you were on the road. Natasha called Rick Mason, the contractor she regularly worked with that she needed a jet. When you arrived at the agreed location a shitty old broken down helicopter stood on the field.

“I said we needed a jet.” Natasha says as Rick walks out of the helicopter. “Yeah and you know what you didn’t give me? Time or money. I am not made of jets.” He was funny, just like Yelena said, you could see why Nat would keep working with him. Rick showed all the supplies that Natasha asked for before Natasha turned to you.

“Darling, I know what you said before and I very much appreciate you for sticking to the vows and following me everywhere, but this is as far as I will allow you to come along on this journey, okay? This is going to be a very dangerous mission and I am not able to keep the promise I made to you in our vows, the promise to always keep you safe. With Dreykov in the picture, I cannot risk it, which is why I asked Rick to take you to a safe house for the time being.” You told her it was okay and that you understood, you thought today had been scary enough and you were for sure not built or trained to live that kind of life. You would only hold them back, and you realized that in this situation that could cost you not only your life but also theirs.

You hugged Natasha for a long time before letting go and walking over to Yelena. “I never expected these to be the circumstances that I would meet my sister in law, but nonetheless it was a pleasure meeting you, Yelena. Please keep her safe, I really need her to come back to me.” Yelena put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “I will.”

The two of you joined back with Nat and Rick. Before they got on the helicopter you said, “Oh, and, Yelena, you will always have a place to go to with me and Nat. We might be on the run at the moment too, but you are more than welcome to join us.” With an appreciative nod Yelena entered the helicopter and after Natasha sent you a reassuring smile she did as well. Rick led you to the car and drove you to the safe house he had arranged for you.

It had been a couple of days and you had started to settle in when you heard a knock on your door. At first it scared you, but your worries eased when you heard a familiar voice, “Baby, it’s okay, it’s me.” You practically ran to the door, opening it to see a couple more people than just Natasha.

Natasha ushered everyone inside and hugged you tight, she was relieved to know you were okay. When she stepped back Yelena gave you a small hug too, “I promised I’d keep her safe.” She whispers in your ear. Then Natasha introduced you to the two unfamiliar faces. “Darling, these are Alexei and Melina, they are my parents. Remember the family I told you about from Ohio?” You nodded. “Alexei, Melina, this is my wife, y/n.” You held out your hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both. Can I get anyone something? You all look like you could use some food.”

“That would be wonderful, sweetheart.” Melina says. “And some vodka!” Alexei adds, which makes everyone laugh. You prepare a meal for the family as you watch Natasha with them. You smile at how happy she looks, she never had any family besides the Avengers, this is what she had always wanted. And this might not be your house, but with everyone surrounding the table it felt like home.

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watchtowerindistress · 10 months

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(how) to hunt a hunter - sergei kravinoff x fem!reader

Summary: Kraven the Hunter was a myth equal to the Boogeyman. So the prestigious offer to hunt the legendary hunter sounded insane yet like a blast. Who were you as a Black Widow to say ‘no’ to that?

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: blood, violence, sexual tension, language, consumption of alcohol

Author’s note: Don’t judge me for inserting another Black Widow character again. 🤣 I thought it’d be fun to not go the typical route of Sergei hunting you, but you hunting him. Seriously, what is up with this trope, guys? I’m getting out of my hiatus which is rough and I want to just create something fun and not like a full-blown series. I apologize, I’m better with witty dialogue than fighting scenes, I’m terribly sorry. 😅

If you followed my we all have our secrets series, there’s a character who gets a slightly more prominent role in this one-shot than the mere mention. You know, I’m getting Morbius vibes from the trailer, but I guess it’s going be fun? 🤷🏻‍♀️

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You wiped the damp layer off the mirror and winced at what you saw.

Your battered reflection was staring back at you. You shook your head and even that movement of your wet hair stroking the side of your neck irritated the scrapes and bruises even further.

Needing to breathe through the pain, you exhaled through your mouth, leaning forward on your elbows against the edges of the wash basin.

Wrath was burning in your eyes when you glared at your reflection. The broken blood vessel of your eye was a sore reminder of the absolute failure of a mission.

The blue eyes of Sergei Kravinoff shone on the display of your laptop to reveal your target. You hummed before gazing through the binoculars on the roof of the hotel you to keep track of the infamous Kraven.

Killing him would certainly be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who could even say that about themselves?

Your phone alerted you to a new call coming in. Almost casually you took it without glancing at the screen. Your eyes were glued to the outside surroundings.

“Kind of in the middle of something,” you said with a bored voice.

“So it was you who took the assignment?”

You sighed. Your wrist almost dropped the field glass at hearing Talia’s voice.

“Did I take it away from you?”

A mirthful chuckle reverberated through the loud speaker. “No, I’m not that desperate to face the Hunter.”

Your eyes glanced sideways at that tidbit of information. “Is that fear? Didn’t know that the infamous White Widow was afraid of anything.”

“Not fear. Just a boring survival instinct.”

A pause lingered in the air.

“What is it for you? The prestige? Something fun?”

“Maybe I like a challenge.”

Talia’s voice turned severe to warn you of the danger. “Trust me on this. This man is no joke. He’s going to enjoy tearing you apart.”

“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”

Talia exhaled. “I knew his father. That family isn’t something to be trifled with. But no, if I want to rupture my lung, I’d rather do it on my own terms. But I also know I can’t stop you if you set your mind to something. All I can offer you are my contacts on sight, wherever you are.”

“No, thank you.” You chuckled. “And don’t pretend like you don’t even know where I am.”

“What can I say? I can’t reveal all my secrets. Stubborn to a fault,” Talia grumbled under her breath. “But I didn’t tell you the whole truth. About Kraven. He’s more animal than man. An absolute savage, mark my words, dushka.” [darling]

“Warning accepted. And to answer your question. It’s a challenge. That’s why I’m doing it.”

“He’d be more than just a challenge.”

“I’m counting on it.”

The unpredictability of this target revealed itself soon enough when Kravinoff didn’t seem to have a single pattern. It was confounding. People had patterns to orient themselves in their daily lives.

You didn’t understand it.

So, the fact that he entered a hotel bar raised your suspicions even more. It wasn’t your ideal preference with the amount of exit strategies the location offered. With wary eyes, you strolled towards the bar, instantly recognizing the broad shoulders clothed in a white dress shirt.

You sighed. This was truly bad. But it wouldn’t be the first time your cover was blown before the job could even start. A curious glance towards the amount of glasses behind the barkeeper made you smirk though.

Kravinoff slightly turned his head the closer you got before you finally sat on the stool, without any space separating you two. If the target was aware of the oncoming hit, then it didn’t matter keeping up pretences.

He pulled the amber-filled tumbler to his lips. “You want to have a drink before we get started? It’s on me.” If the file didn’t give it away before, the accent certainly revealed his Russian heritage.

“Sure. I love to celebrate.” You pointed a finger in the air and motioned for the barkeeper with a “I’ll have what he’s having, neat. Keep the bottle.”

Kravinoff snorted, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “That’s funny. Already certain of your victory?”

You watched the barkeeper pour two fingers into your glass before he wandered away. “Just enjoying myself during work.” You sipped a bit and instantly hummed from the smoky taste in your mouth.

Kravinoff raised an eyebrow. “You like?”

You shrugged. “You seem to have taste when it comes to certain refreshments.”

The man grunted at your sarcastic dig which satisfied you if you couldn’t use the moment of surprise to your advantage.

Kravinoff twirled his glass between his fingers. “Who sent you?” he inquired throatily.

“What? No foreplay?”

He slowly turned in his seat until his legs were spread and he was facing you head-on. His eyes were burning with intensity. In any other situation you would have deemed him beautiful in a gruff way. Kravinoff remained sullen and quiet, waiting for you to speak.

You rolled your eyes, knocking back your drink. “You’re no fun. Perhaps I intend to play with my prey before I have to kill it.”

His mouth twisted into a sinister smirk. “You think I’m your prey?” The last word sounded like he tasted something nasty on his tongue.

“Don’t insult me, pet.”

You furrowed your brows at the mention of that so-called term of endearment.

Kravinoff lazily laced his fingers together. “So, what are you? Regular mercenary? HYDRA agent? Talon?”

“Widow.”

Kravinoff tilted his head at that one word in intrigue. “Hmm. It’s an honor-”

Something akin to pride or satisfaction lingered in your stomach.

“-to kill you.”

You clenched your jaw at the self-assurance in his voice. “Well, in that case…” You dared to steal Kravinoff’s drink, just to one-up him for that arrogance of his.

“… give it your best shot, sweetheart.”

Before he could even attack you, you hit his larynx with the side of your hand.

Kravinoff omitted a pained grunt, shielding his throat. He jumped from his chair.

You broke his tumbler on the counter, slashing Kravinoff’s neck.

With an animalistic growl and burning eyes, he seized your neck, smashing your face against the counter. Something like a creak resounded underneath you with the force.

A whimper left your lips. You felt something sharp on your temple.

In one swift move, Kravinoff slid your head along the counter. Something wet trickled down the side of your face. You hissed at the sensation of glass shards against your skin.

You kneed the back of his knee, managing to subdue him and jump him until your legs wound around his neck, making him groan with your choking move.

Your balance shifted as Kravinoff tried to shake you off by grabbing your hips. Trying to take him by surprise and to throw him off his game, you jabbed your fingers into his eyeballs.

With a snarl, he rushed forward against the counter. You groaned in pain at the hardwood.

God, you were starting to hate this assignment.

You were starting to get used to Kravinoff’s burning eyes branding holes into you instead.

“Stop choking me.” There was something horrifying yet fascinating about his ocean blue eyes switching into amber-colored ones. The kind that hypnotized you and rendered you frozen.

“Kinda defeats the purpose of killing you,” you hissed as a retort. Although it certainly delighted you at seeing Kravinoff’s face getting red.

Almost in keeping you at suspense, he slowly yanked out a hunting knife from behind his back and making you grimace in return. There was something about his eyes that revealed what he wasn’t saying.

Seeing no way out of this without getting utterly mutilated by this hunter, you stretched out your arm behind you and grabbed a broken glass. You would learn to fight another day.

Kravinoff winced and eyed his shin darkly.

Without losing any time for him to fight back in retaliation, you pushed against his chest with your feet, making him fall back.

Knowing that the moment he would look up, you had already run.

“I heard you had an eventful day yesterday.”

The humorous statement drew a weary sigh from your lips. Your fingers clenched around the steering wheel at the mere reminder of the mission. Although you didn’t need it since there was nothing that could make you forget with every glance in the mirror or every movement of your muscles.

You inhaled deeply. “You know, it’s funny, when you were dead, the phone remained silent. Now I can’t get rid off you.”

“Allegedly dead. And don’t pretend. You crave our little talks.”

“You here to gloat?”

“Only when it’s warranted. I thought I told you he was dangerous. That’s on you—underestimating a man like him.”

You scoffed in derision. A man like him. “You’re probably right. At least I survived. Who else can say that?”

Your speaker phone remained silent.

You held your breath. “What’s wrong?”

“Kraven has a tendency to kill the people he sets his mind to. So the fact that you’re still alive worries me. He didn’t mention his death list, did he?”

Something moved uncomfortably in your stomach at the concept of an assassin following a list. You licked your lips, remembering how his eyes turned golden. A supernatural hunter trying to kill you wasn’t on your to-do list.

You parked your car in the garage of your safe house before you sped up the stairs.

“No, although there wasn’t a lot of time for talking, if you know what I mean.” You felt the civil conversation at the beginning would make the White Widow only insinuate how you had let your guard down, but you would disagree.

“I’m just saying, Kraven can find anyone, so you better be on your guard.”

A groan left your lips when you inspected the lock on your door, letting your head fall forward. “This isn’t happening,” you muttered in disbelief under your breath. “Got to run,” you called out.

“Don’t die,” Talia sang as a goodbye and half a reminder before hanging up.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, thanks for the warning,” you grumbled to yourself before you inhaled through your nose in preparation. With your gun placed at the back of your belt and your Widow Bites switched on. Silently, you opened the door and pointed your wrist to the floor. Nothing, so far.

“I’m curious, how would you like to die?” you hollered through the apartment. “Any preferences? I should have asked the last time.” You studiously searched every room, knowing he was in here somewhere.

“How considerate,” Kraven’s sarcastic reply came closer than expected. “Not here to kill you.”

You scoffed loudly. “Yes, right. I’ll believe that when I see it,” you whispered.

Finally, you found him. With his back turned towards you and his arms behind his back, taking in his surroundings. You didn’t trust it one bit that someone like him would be vulnerable like that. Kraven’s figure in the kitchen almost made it seem to small with his dominating presence taking up all of the space. You reluctantly applauded that gall of his for invading your space like that and to make a surprise attack like that.

“You changed your shirt,” you observed quietly, taking in his casual shirt, despite there not being anything casual about him. “The other one too bloody for you?”

Humor was laced in his voice as he slowly turned around, sending you a daring glance. “Observant little spider. Just want to talk.”

The guffawing sound coming out of your throat awkwardly switched to a cough. “Sorry, that—I don’t know where that came from.”

“I’m curious what other sounds I can elicit from those lips.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the blatant flirting. If that could be considered flirting since it felt more like a hit from a sledgehammer. Very direct and hard to get away from. Typical Russian.

You clenched your hand behind your back. Talia couldn’t fault you for staying on your guard. “And I’m wondering about your noises when I do this-”

You pointed your wrist at him, watching in satisfaction at the electric jolt shooting through his chest. Kraven groaned in pain before sending you a dark glare at your own insolence.

“I was trying to have a normal conversation. You know, trying something new. You make this really hard though.”

You frowned at his ability to talk or even standing upright as you sauntered over to a close cabinet. With calm movements, you attached a silencer to your gun, not needing any more unwanted guests.

“I’m not really interested in talking after our last conversation, you know-”

Your wind was knocked out of you when something pushed into you, making you crash to the floor. You gasped when the back of your head bumped against the wooden floor. Shaking your head, you sent him a thunderous expression. “Now that’s my kind of conversation,” you hissed before you swung your thighs around his neck, squeezing with all your might.

Kraven grunted, closing his eyes. With sudden movements, he stood up and the next thing you knew was that he had pushed you against the wall, making you groan from the sudden impact.

Between your legs, you felt him puff out in breaths, “You know, not that I’m complaining, but I think I’m starting to get used to that.”

His flirty tone of voice made you look down in reluctance to discover him humming contently between your thighs. Spite made you squeeze even tighter and punch against his shoulders with your elbows.

“Stop with your pointy elbows,” Kraven hissed in warning.

“Stop invading my safe house, Kraven svolotsch!” [scumbag]

Your eyes widened when Kraven moved backwards and threw you onto your back as you both fell to the floor. He seemed to have a thing for knocking the wind out of you.

“What did you just call me?” he exhaled next to you.

“You heard me,” you whispered in return, trying to catch your breath.

“You know, I do love our conversations,” Kraven murmured reverently.

“What do you want?” you finally asked in disappointment.

“Now, you want to talk?”

“Now I want you out,” you exhaled tiredly.

“You wound me, pet.”

“Stop calling me that.”

Kraven sighed, slowly sitting up. “Who paid you?”

You opened your eyes, uncertain about his intentions. “Then you’ll kill me?”

Kraven raised his eyebrows, almost like he couldn’t believe you even uttering those words to him. “One less Spider in this world would be a pity. Tell me their name and I’ll reimburse you for your troubles. This, I promise you.”

You inhaled deeply, not knowing if Kraven was the kind to keep his oaths. “Or what?”

“These people are going to kill you if you don't deliver, unless you’re interested in a third run?” Kraven raised his eyebrows in challenge. Probably for some reason sharing the same opinion as you.

“Maybe I haven’t decided yet,” you teased as you leaned on your arm while your hand reached for his thigh which sustained the injury during your last altercation.

Kraven narrowed his eyes with his tilting head in consideration. “Uh, what are you doing?” he whispered hoarsely.

You clenched your jaw. Something wasn’t right, you thought, as you let your fingernails stubbornly search for the cut on his leg.

Kraven swallowed before he cleared his throat. “Why are you stroking my leg? Is this some sort of Soviet seduction technique I didn’t know about?”

There wasn’t an injury. Your heart was racing in your chest at the implication of it.

“What are you?”

Silence enveloped you two. Kraven stared at you in contemplation. “Tit for tat, Spider.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and stood up to stretch your legs. “I don’t know their name. It didn’t matter. He only called himself the Benefactor.”

“Mysterious,” Kraven grumbled behind you.

“Drink?”

“Without poison, if it’s possible.”

You turned your body to reveal the fakest smile you could muster for him. “Only for you, sweetheart.”

“Oh, you treat me too well,” Kraven purred while cocking his head. “So, how does he contact you?”

“Encrypted connection via messaging server.” You offered a shot of vodka for him to take.

“Tell him to meet.” Pushing the brown locks away from his face, he threw back his drink.

“Well,…” You mulled over his offer. “…there’s only one choice to make. How do you feel about dying?” you inquired, putting the glass to your lips.

You tapped your fingers against arm, waiting for the stop of the descent of the cargo elevator. All the while ignoring the stares of two other henchmen standing next to you.

Someone cleared their throat. “Are you like the real deal?”

You pursed your lips at the awkwardness of it all, being in the lair of the so-called Benefactor and being surrounded by fanboys. It was strange. Usually, you were used to people being terrified of your past. Like they couldn’t fathom the possibility of an assassin walking among them. Or that they’d rather didn’t see you being part of society.

“No, I just like dressing up,” you replied dryly, sending them a smirk over your shoulder. “You want me to turn on my batons?”

“Can we take a selfie?”

You considered that for a few seconds before shrugging. “Sure. You want to get the body bag too?”

“Is there really a body in there?”

“What can I say? Needed something large in size to fit the dude.”

Both seemed speechless for a second and made up their minds. “Neat. Come on, huddle together.”

You tilted your head, making a peace sign with your fingers before the camera made the sound of a snapshot. “Nice.”

“Thanks so much.”

You cleared your throat. “My pleasure. Until next time, fellas.” Your fingers made a saluting sign before the doors opened to signal your destination. “Got to deliver something,” you muttered before you wandered down the hallways of the complex.

You had to hand it to those villains. They certainly had the extravagant taste for the finer things in life such as a hidden lair for your base of operations. You turned the corner when the HQ became visible down a set of stairs. Judging by the set of computers and a few people strolling around, tending to their tasks.

In the center of the base a man stood. There was something about him that compelled your vigilance. You trusted your deepest instincts that told you that you were dealing with the Benefactor of all people.

You did a double-take towards the set of stairs, mumbling to yourself, “Huh, that’s a lot of stairs.”

Almost like your voice carried over to him, the man turned around, staring right at you. “Welcome. It’s an honor to be in the presence of a Black Widow.”

Your body tensed before you took a deep breath while carrying the body bag down the stairs, being mindful of every thunk as you descended.

“If you say so.” Your curious gaze met his. There was something about him that felt familiar. The man appeared in his late 60’s and wore an aviator jacket with the lapel lined with fur. “Have we met before?”

The Benefactor cleared his throat. “I don’t think so. Is that the package?”

You narrowed your eyes at the dismissal. “Depends. Are you the Benefactor?”

He smirked when he lowered his head. “Sometimes.”

You placed your hands on your waist, dropping the body bag fully to the floor. “Very cloak and dagger,” you mused. “And to answer to your question: no. I just carry my accessories in there. Really practical if you know what I mean.”

The staring between the Benefactor and you lingered far longer than you expected it would.

Then he smiled widely.

“You’re funny.”

“I haven’t been called that before,” you surmised before you dragged the bag closer to him and pulled down the zipper until it ended around his middle.

The Benefactor hummed curiously and leaned forward until he could really see him. “Hmmm, he looks really fresh,” he replied as an observation.

What?

“I’m sorry?”

“The injuries on his face, I mean. There were stories about him, you know. Is it true that he can regenerate?”

Was he trying to mount him on a wall, or something? Or what was it about this talk of admiration?

Your gaze wandered around in scepticism at this strange diversion. “What kind of supervillain are you?” you asked with a hoarse voice.

The Benefactor chuckled under his breath. “I wouldn’t call myself super, not yet. But I have plans.”

“Hmm, don’t we all.”

He clapped his hands together, like you had just rejuvenated his spirits. “How hard was it to kill him?”

You stared at him calmly, knowing what was about to happen. “I think you know the answer to that,” you whispered ominously.

“Yes, I think I do.” Something glimmered in his eyes which gave you the incentive to turn on your Batons with their red glare.

Kraven’s eyes opened.

Ever so dramatic, you thought, as you inwardly rolled your eyes.

You didn’t gave away any warning before you doused the whole facility into complete darkness. There were gasps around you from the sudden blackout. Instead you turned off your Batons and switched over to your blades.

Something growled in the dark before you saw those golden eyes, like some sort of harbinger.

“You wanted me. Now here I am,” Kraven hissed menacingly.

“There’s no need for violence. I just wanted to see what would happen.”

“Okay,” you exhaled loudly. “Now watch this happen,” you promised sinisterly and threw the first blade.

Someone shrieked in shock when the knife pierced their leg. “Oh my—Goddammit!”

“Finish this, Kraven. I’m starving.”

You heard something powering up. With every second passing, a mechanical sound echoed in the air before something set into place. You turned your head just when night vision goggles jerkily snapped in your direction.

You suppressed a shiver and opted for the (more) silent tactic, swinging the baton around before shooting electricity through it at the last second.

Someone grunted before they fell to the floor.

“We don’t have all day, by the way. What’s taking so long?” you hollered and jerked back when the thrusters of an exo-suit flew past. “What the hell?”

“I know what I’m doing,” Kraven exhaled, hovering in the air, somewhere near the ceiling. “You deal with your henchmen and I’ll take care of this one.”

The alarm deafened your ears before red lights pulsed rhythmically into the dark, giving you the opportunity to watch—wait a second—the Vulture pressing Kraven against the wall.

“Are you sure?”

“Is this concern I’m hearing?” Kraven growled inhumanly before wrestling against like a rabid animal, tearing with all his might against one of the wings.

“If you want to fight the Vulture, be my guest.” You turned your head and watched in suspension as a new group of henchmen ran inside.

“Oh hey, fanboys!” you called out, waving a hand in greeting at the familiar faces.

They looked uncertainly at each other before one whispered to the other, “I don’t want to fight the Black Widow.”

“If it’s any consolation, if Kraven hadn’t taken so long, we would’ve been out of here already, so…” You twirled your batons in the air. “I’m not really giving you a choice, fellas.”

~Kraven POV~

Kraven was done with this bird man. He didn't mind heights, but this Vulture was messing with his good nature. The thruster’s engine made spluttering noises the longer his fingers viciously tore at it.

“This is all just a big misunderstanding.”

Kraven sneered at the pilot. “Tell that to me a few days ago when you tried to have me killed. Sending a Widow after me? Seems pretty clear to me,” he hissed with venom in his voice.

“Let go of the wing and we’ll talk.”

“The time for conversations is over, ptashka.” Feeling the itching in his fingers, he yanked out his hunting knife, ready to strike and not caring that they would fall several meters to the ground. [birdie]

“Okay, fine.”

Kraven frowned in anger when he was instead pushed, making him land on all fours.

Vulture’s landing was a bit inept, with the wing's engine sputtering. His arms were raised.

“Cease fire for now?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Kraven exhaled unevenly, feeling wrath still bubbling under the surface, sending you an expression of aggravation over his shoulder. Hoping you would understand not to cross Vulture for now without speaking.

“Can’t make any promises for her though,” Kraven mentioned casually while pointing towards you, like he was discussing the weather.

Thankfully, you fastened your batons at your back again.

“It was an invitation,” Vulture explained vaguely. “A test if you will. To join our circle.”

“Recruitment?” Kraven was getting bored already - this wasn’t really tickling his fancy. He raised an eyebrow with a sneer. “Not interested in joining anyone’s club. I have my own agenda to follow. I'm not bending towards anyone’s rules.”

“We respect your … hunts if you will.”

“We?”

“A collection of people who have been wronged. Like-minded people such as yourself. We could use someone like you who loves the thrill of the hunt. Because that’s what you do, right? You absolutely live for it. To hunt your prey until it grows tired.”

Kraven hummed noncommittally. Not sure yet of this secret club. But this bird man certainly could appeal to his baser nature. “I’ve reached a decision.”

Vulture tilted his head in fascination, but didn’t reveal his eyes behind those goggles.

“I won’t kill you … yet. For drawing me out like that. But you have aggravated me with your little games by making me neglect my work.” With every sentence, Kraven took a step forward, needing to drive home that he could kill them for their impertinence. “So, I’m going to take off and then I’ll debate with myself if I should drop by in the future. Be thankful if I don’t.”

He turned away, knowing with absolute clarity that they wouldn’t be stopped.

“Not even curious?” Vulture called from behind him, trying to dangle one last temptation.

“Too busy.”

“Even for a spider?”

Kraven clenched his jaw in agitation as he stopped in his tracks. And there went wrath all over again. His gaze met yours.

And there he thought he wouldn’t have to kill anyone.

Kraven turned his body, unable to stop the clenching of his fists. “Come again?”

“Oh, not this one,” he said, waving a hand at you. “I wouldn’t dare cross a potential asset.”

“Not interested,” you negated with absolute certainty.

Vulture shook his head. “Not interested … too busy.” With careful movements he took off his night vision goggles. “I thought it could interest you to hunt a certain … Spiderman.”

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The Wyvern - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: Was thinking about Eddie getting inked and this is what came out of it! Major thanks to this post for helping me out so much with the details and specifics!

Summary: Eddie’s thinking about getting a new tattoo and takes the reader along with him. fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, needles and general tattoo-ing related pain

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Eddie was good in bed. Not just at anything concerning sex – though he was excellent at that – but even sleeping, cuddling, staring at his ceiling while you got high. Any time you and Eddie lay in bed together, it was wonderful. The familiar smoky smell of the room mixed with the scent that couldn’t be described as anything other than pure Eddie. No lights were on in the whole trailer, the moon peaking in through Eddie’s sheer curtains the only reason you can see your boyfriend’s face as you rest your chin on his chest.

Your finger traces along the demon tattoo right over his heart, nail lightly scratching at the ink strands of the creature’s hair. There must be clouds cluttering the night sky above because the glint of moonlight keeps moving and drawing new shadows along Eddie’s bare skin. The moon decides to shine a spotlight on the tattoo closest to the demon’s head: the black widow spider. You let your fingers walk across the small expanse between the two tattoos, fingers dusting over his collarbone as you start to trace the eight-legged figure.

“Having fun?” Eddie asks as he looks down at you. His hand continues to rub up and down over the thin sheet covering your bare back.

“Mhmm,” you hum back.

Though all time in bed with Eddie was amazing, you thought this was the best. Sated from hours of “playtime” as he often liked to call it, laying in Eddie’s arms after you’ve thoroughly satisfied each other was something you could never get enough of. Sweaty skin having dried against one another, blankets in a tangled mess over his legs and your backside. No sounds but the two of you breathing and the occasional chirp of crickets from the trees not far from the trailer.

“Why a spider?” you ask. Your fingers glide over the hourglass shape on the widow’s back. “Why a black widow?”

“Besides that they’re awesome?” Eddie asks. “Well, their venom is fifteen times stronger than a rattlesnake’s. So, you know, smaller is stronger.”

“Like you?” You grin and use your other hand to pinch Eddie’s small waist. He scoots away from your hand, hating that you often take advantage of his most ticklish spot.

“Shut it. They also have a spider sense. Like Spider-Man. And you know, the comic character Black Widow is pretty hot as well.”

You laugh and nuzzle your nose into his ribs.

“Nerd,” you mumble against his skin.

He huffs a laugh and leans down to press a kiss into your hair. “Not as hot as you, of course.”

“Of course.” You shift onto your side, Eddie adjusting his arm around you to tuck you against the side of his body. Your head nestles perfectly under his chin as your finger continues its ministrations over his skin. The soft skin along his collarbones leads to the blue veins stained purple by the low light of the room. The veins dance down his arm, your finger keeping in step with them to the beat of Eddie’s heart.

“Puppet master,” you mumble as the pad of your forefinger presses into the face of the demon marionette staring at you from Eddie’s forearm.

“That’s probably your hand controlling the puppet,” Eddie says, a smirk quirking at the corners of his mouth. “You pull my strings and I do as you wish.”

With a scoff, you press with your whole palm against the tattoo. “I do not control you! And my nails do not look like that. Those are some creepy ass claws.”

Eddie laughs and nuzzles his nose against your forehead. “I never said you control me. I do everything for you very willingly, my love.”

A noncommittal hum comes from your throat as your hand wanders down to find Eddie’s. He threads your fingers together and lifts your hands to his lips. He presses two kisses against the back of your hand before rubbing his thumb up and down the side. You turn his wrist, causing his arm to tilt in your direction, giving you a better view of the bats flying across his forearm.

“Those are my favorite,” you say. Eddie looks down at the bats then back to you.

“Yeah?” he asks with a smile. “I think they’re mine too.”

“Looks hot,” you say.

“I was thinking of getting a new one,” Eddie says. He unlaces your fingers so he can turn fully on his side to come face to face with you. His hand rests on your hip, the bats facing up at the ceiling. “Only trouble is, I’m not sure what I want.”

“You don’t have one for DND,” you point out. “Shouldn’t the ultimate dungeon master with the most sadistic campaigns carry that around like a trophy?”

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I was thinking of that, actually. Gareth said he’s going to get a D20 on the back of his shoulder, but I don’t really want to walk around with dice on me.”

“Yeah, I’d constantly push it and tell you I’m trying to roll the dye,” you say.

“See? Exactly. I have to keep in mind how you might make fun of my tattoos too.”

“I don’t make fun of you.” You pout, brows creasing and bottom lip jutting out. It was the exact expression he wanted to see on your face, and he chuckles in satisfaction.

“I love teasing you,” he says.

“I’ve noticed,” you deadpan. You trace your fingers over the un-inked skin of his triceps. “What about a tattoo here?” You drum your fingers against the skin, letting Eddie know where you were talking about.

“That’s a good spot. Would probably need to be a bigger tattoo, there. Probably around the size of the puppet master.”

“That leaves out a gnome,” you say, making Eddie laugh. The sound still makes your stomach flutter like it’s the first time you’re hearing it. There’s something extra special about it when you’re the reason he’s laughing. A surge of pride at making that beautiful sound come from him.

“I like the idea of a creature, though,” he says. “That’d be sweet.” He turns his head to try to look at his own triceps, seeing if he can picture a magical monster residing there. “It’s got to be something badass.”

“Dragon?” you offer.

He looks back at you and tilts his head from side to side, considering. “Maybe. Is that not too literal though? I might as well get a dungeon tattooed underneath it.”

“Just please not a Demogorgon. They freak me the hell out,” you say.

“Oh, I would never do anything that would make you not want me to take my shirt off.” His smirk makes your cheeks heat, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do that would ever make you want that.

“How about a butterfly?” you ask, trying to take the sting from the blush away. It works as Eddie snorts, resting his forehead against yours. “How about you get one? Right above your ass?”

“You want me to get a tramp stamp?” Eddie can feel you raising your eyebrows as they brush against his own.

“You’d look hot with a tattoo anywhere, babe,” he says. He reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Mmm. Maybe. One day.” You shrug and reach up to tap his triceps again. “What about a Jabberwock?”

“Huh, that’s not bad. Also gives a nod to Lewis Carroll.”

“Look at you, reading something besides Tolkien,” you tease, pressing a kiss against his lips.

“Okay, smartass,” he says. He reaches around you to grab your ass, making you squeak and jump in his arms.

“Fine. Oh! What about a snake, that’s kind of close to a drag- No! Wait!”

Eddie widens his eyes at your sudden outburst. He loves how excited and fired up you can get. He loves not being the only loud one in the relationship.

“What’s that thing called?” you ask. “It’s like a dragon, but it’s not. It only has two legs instead of four.”

“Oh, a Wyvern,” Eddie says. “Huh.” You watch his face twist in concentration as he thinks about it. He forehead scrunches and his lips purse together. “I like that. A lot, actually.”

“You don’t need to seem so surprised that I have good ideas,” you say.

He rolls his eyes and digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you even as you try to squirm away from him. Eddie ceases his attack and wraps his arm all the way around your back, pulling you snug against his chest.

When Eddie had gotten his last tattoo, the demon head, you had just started dating. You were the first to see it once he took the bandage off, but you weren’t there when he got it done. This time, he decided he wanted you by his side, if you’d do him the honor of joining him. You weren’t afraid of needles, but no one is a fan of them. Having your ears pierced was the only non-medical interaction you’d ever had with them.

The buzzing sound is the first thing you notice when you step inside the tattoo parlor, hand in hand with Eddie. It sounds like mini saws whirring from all corners of the small shop. It smells sterile, which you note is good. Eddie told you he had gotten all his tattoos here so you knew they must be safe, but it never hurts to be cautious.

“Hey, Eddie!” a voice calls from over near a lounging chair and a table littered with colorful tattoo sample sheets. He’s a man, probably a few years older than you and Eddie, tall and thin, wearing a tight black t-shirt. Both of his arms are covered in tattoo sleeves, ending cleanly at his wrists. His light blonde hair was tussled messily, and a small gold ring hung through one of his nostrils.

“Hey, Sam,” Eddie greets him. He tugs you in the direction of the artist, your eyes roaming around the room, taking in the new atmosphere.

“This must be the girl you’re always waxing poetic about,” Sam says, bringing your full attention to him.

“I’m-”

“Y/N, yeah?” he cuts you off.

“That’s me,” you say. You look over at Eddie, whose ears are turning red. You didn’t know he talked about you so much. “You remember that from the last time Eddie got a tattoo?”

“Oh, I’ve seen Eddie a bunch since then,” he says. He sits down on a stool next to the table, organizing the binders and sheets of paper there.

“Customer of mine, too,” Eddie explains. You nod, just hoping that Sam wasn’t high when he had a needle on anyone’s skin.

“So, what’re we thinking today?” Sam asks, looking back up at Eddie.

Eddie rummages through his pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He tosses it to Sam, who unfolds it and looks at Eddie’s rough sketch.

“A Wyvern? Nice. I like it,” Sam says. “Very you. And where we doing it?”

Eddie reluctantly drops your hand to smack the triceps on his right arm. “Right here.”

“Alright, let’s get to work.”

Eddie leans over the table as he and Sam work over the details of the Wyvern. Sam was explaining to him how the curving of the creature would look one way compared to another. Their voices are tuned out as you stand behind Eddie, eyes roving all over the walls. There are pictures from floor to ceiling of works the artists have created. Blooming flowers, religious symbols, cartoon characters, names in swoopy fonts, hearts, skulls. The creativity astounds you as one image never looks like another.

A bell ringing as the front door opens draws your attention to the front of the parlor. There’s a picture of what looks like a young female’s arm held up to show a four-pointed star tattooed on her forearm right next to the neon open sign. You take a few steps toward the photo, tilting your head as you inspect it. Something about the star captures you. It’s simple and small, but so beautiful. You think you would like the lines thinner, maybe stretching a little longer than this girl had gotten. It’s almost like you can feel the sting of the needle on your own forearm as you look at the tattoo. Right hand reaching up, you run your fingers along your left forearm, as if soothing the sting. But your fingers continue upward, until they land on the inside of your wrist. You look down at your own blank skin as your fingers whisper over it.

“Babe?” You startle as Eddie gently grabs your elbow.

“Yeah?” You spin around to face him, blinking a few times to refocus on his face.

He gives you an unsure smile. “You okay? I called your name a few times.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Must’ve zoned out.”

He nods and licks over his lips, his eyes glancing at the photo of the star tattoo behind you before finding your eyes again. “Okay. Well, we’re about to get started. You want to come sit with me?”

“Sure,” you say.

Sam places an extra stool on the other side of the lounge chair, which has been reshaped and extended to look more like a bed since you last were over here. Eddie strips his shirt off and it takes you a moment to realize he’s trying to hand it to you as your eyes scan over his bare torso. He’s smirking as you finally take the shirt. You blush as you realize Sam is also smirking as well as he prepares the tattoo needle. Clearing your throat, you scoot the stool you’ve been given up near where Eddie’s head will be resting. Eddie climbs on and winks at you once he gets himself in position.

“Good to go?” Sam asks.

“Let’s rock and roll,” Eddie says.

The buzzing of the needle starts, and you must wince the same time that Eddie does, the needle first piercing his skin.

“S’okay,” he strains out. You find it ironic that he’s the one on the table and he’s comforting you. His free hand reaches out for yours and you take it in both of yours, placing his shirt in your lap. You thought maybe he needed to squeeze your hand because of the pain, but again, you realize he’s doing this to comfort you, not himself.

You can’t help but smile at him and he smiles in return.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you say, still smiling. “You’re just really cute.”

Eddie soon tunes out the pain completely and keeps up steady conversation with you, occasionally letting Sam know he’s okay when he’s asked. It doesn’t take as long as you thought it would and under two hours later, Sam announces that Eddie is all set. Eddie knows the drill for taking care of tattoos while they heal, but Sam still has to go over it with him anyway. You listen as well, determined to make sure that Eddie follows the rules. He’s not going to get an infection on your watch. Once he’s bandaged up and the bill is settled, Eddie walks out of the parlor with you, hand in hand just like you walked in.

“Do you want me to drive?” you ask.

“Nah, I’m good,” Eddie says, flashing you a bright smile. “Want to go get some food? I’m starving.”

“Of course you are,” you say. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

Both of you climb into the van and Eddie pulls out of the parking lot. You watch the scenery pass out the window as Eddie’s music plays on the radio. It suddenly goes silent, and you turn your head to see why. Eddie has turned it off, his hand reaching back for the steering wheel.

“So,” he says.

“So,” you repeat, sure he’s got something to say.

“So, you liked the star tattoo?” He looks over and gives you a smirk.

“Oh,” you say, having forgotten all about how it caught your eye. “Yeah, I did. It was pretty.”

“I think it’d look good on you. Maybe your wrist.”

“That’s where I thought, too,” you say.

“You really gonna do it?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.

“Maybe.” You shrug.

“Don’t worry,” he says.

“Huh?”

“I’ll still hold your hand even though you’ll be the one in the chair.” He’s barely containing a laugh. You reach over and swat him on the shoulder, missing where his new tattoo was by three inches.

“I don’t like seeing you in pain!”

“You looked like you were in more pain than I was,” he says.

“Okay fine, next time I won’t care if you’re hurting,” you say. You cross your arms across your chest and stare out the window.

“Aww, baby,” he croons at you. “You know what other tattoo I think would look sexy on you?”

You don’t want to respond, you really don’t. But you can’t help it. Just enough to see him out of the corner of your eye, you turn your head towards him.

“What?” you ask.

He’s trying not to laugh. You’re prepared to hit him on the shoulder again.

“A gnome. Ow! Okay, that one was closer to the tattoo!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #Eddie Munson fic

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⋆ So....I was scrolling through Instagram the other day and I saw one those fav character charts, and I thought it would be fun to make my own! ⋆

⋆ Poptropica mutuals, tell me about your favs, not just your main favs, your side favs! I will include the transparent version below, and my explanation to my choices down below if you are interested! I'm interested to see your choices. ⋆

⋆ Tada! Have fun! ⋆

⋆ Now, an explanation to my choices: ⋆

⋆ Your Favorite: Director D ⋆

I think it's no surprise to ANYONE that knows me that Director D has always been my favorite, since day 1. There was a moment where he was almost replaced by Binary Bard, but he is a close second. Director D is my favorite because he is associated to my nostalgia of a time when I was obsessed with being a spy or ninja when I was a kid. (Spy kids may have played a BIG role in that.) Playing as an agent in that island was so exciting for me, but I do remember having trouble with certain parts like the decoder. (In hindsight I probably would be horrible spy XD.) Now that I'm older, his island is still one of my favs for that reason, but it's not my number one. I wish we could have gotten a bit more backstory for him, but, what can you do. (But create a backstory for him and I have.)

⋆ You Relate To: Black Widow ⋆

Black widow is a character I don't really talk about or draw like....ever, which is crazy because she's probably the character I relate to the most, just like many other artist do too I'm sure. I relate to her in the way of being jealous of other people's art success, and the constantly comparing yourself to others. They say you are your worst critic after all. I don't so much anymore. I'm actually proud of where I am in my art journey, but I used to do that a lot when I was younger, especially when I just started doing digital art.

You won't catch me stealing or ruining other people's art though... girl what-

⋆ Your Favorite Design: Ringmaster Raven ⋆

Look at him, 'nuff said. His design is amazing. I love the color palette, the mask used to cover his true look, the raven theme with the wings and mask, the hat with eyes, everything. His design is the best because it matches with the overall theme of the island, it being a MONSTER CARNIVAL, and he is the Ringmaster. I remember how hipped I was when his island trailer released. One of the best islands for sure.

⋆ Is Underrated: Count Bram⋆

Yeah, remember when I was constantly drawing him for a short period of time? It's for a reason. I love my vampire peepaw who's confused about everything. I'm curious, do people consider him a villain? I kind of don't for the reason that he kidnapped Katya because he thought she was Anabelle, and once he was cured and was bought back to reality, he apologized for it because he didn't know. You want to talk about villain? Christopher is the real villain, you can't change my mind. Anyway, I was looking at the old art I drew of him, and he looked familiar to me. Then it all came together. You know who he reminds of? Exactly? Simon Petrikov, you know, Ice King from Adventure Time? Not only do they have the same hair style and would have the same personality, but they were both humans at some point with a partner, and once they became what they became, all they thought about was their partner, aka Anabelle and Betty.

Poof, mind blown. Vampire peepaw deserves more love.

⋆ You'd get along with IRL: Amelia ⋆

Amelia is another character I don't really talk about or draw, mainly because I associate her with the new era of Poptropica. But, I don't think that's fair. Amelia is actually a very sweet character that I think little me would have appreciated if she came to the game sooner. I would probably get along with her really well, considering how silly, and nice she is. Not to mention, her love for cute stuff. Imagine her unicorn bedroom but replaced with bunnies. That's my room right now. I think that even traveling with her would be really fun. She would have gotten under the "you relate to" category too but I didn't want Amelia on here twice. XD

⋆ And finally...Your Favorite Side Character: Dr. Spyglass ⋆

I... do not know how to explain this one. Dr. Spyglass only gets a few words of dialog, and we know nothing about him in canon, besides him working for HQ, and being an eye doctor. I won't lie, I actually had a crush on this guy years ago, hence why I shipped him with Muddy. (I cringe at that ship now. XD) Probably because...he looks like Director D...with a lab coat. >_> Look at both of them and TELL ME they are not related, I dare you. My version of them are. I love the idea of this silly scientist being hired by his brother after failing the entry agent exam, not because he pitted him, but because he understood how incredibly smart he was and is. Constantly being compared to his brother and what he could have been. So, you can say I like MY version of him... a lot.

I should dedicate a post to him some day, eh?

#poptropica #favorite character chart #this post made me realize that my favs are characters #that don't have any backstory XD #just things I made up #besides widow and raven #i wouldn't consider widow a fav though #darn #i should have included one that said fav character because of their island #binary bard would fall under that category #dr. hare is a fav too and he would have gone into the favorite design category because #bnnuy..#but raven has the best design overall in my opinion #feel free to draw them if you want #or be lazy like me hgdhsj #i just want to learn your favs #tell me everything 👀

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@witchsickness your tag on my post about the lead up to Billy and Steve’s first date made me giggle, so I had to write a follow up for it!

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Max has never seen Billy as happy as he’s been for the past few days, since his date with Steve, who he says treated him like a queen the whole night, even walking him to the door with a lingering kiss on the front step.

He walks around the trailer with a dreamy look in his eyes, sighing happily like he’s Sandy from Grease, constantly on the verge of singing about Steve being the one that he wants, song and dance, the whole shebang.

He let her and El braid flowers into his hair, didn’t complain when she had the whole party over for a movie, and didn’t snap when Susan accidentally put his favourite white t-shirt in the wash with her new red top, turning it a rosy pink. It was a whole new Billy.

Which was why it’s especially surprising when she opens her bedroom door a week after their date to find Billy sitting on the couch in a black hoodie, hood up, looking for all the world like a widow mourning the death of her sailor husband drowned at sea, clutching an almost completely petalless daisy in his hand. One single petal is hanging on for dear life.

“Uhhhh, what’s going on?” She asks, needing urgently to use the washroom, but unwilling to pass up an opportunity for gossip.

“Steve doesn’t love me,” Billy whimpers, his lip trembling, eyes focused on the petals littering the cushions around him. “I knew it was too good to be true. I’m going to have to break up with him before he can do it first.”

“Just a second,” Max replies, running for the tiny bathroom down the hall. She does her business as fast as she can, then races back to the couch.

“So, did Steve tell you this?” She asks, gently. She’d just seen Steve the night before, and the lovesick look in his eye seems like evidence to the contrary of Billy’s confusing words.

Billy holds out the stem. “He didn’t have to. This was enough.”

Max stares in confusion for a minute before realization dawns on her. “Billy, you’re going to trust a daisy over Steve’s own words?” She’s trying not to laugh at what is clearly a serious matter to Billy, but it’s hard.

Just two nights before, Billy had confessed that Steve had told him he knew it was soon, but he loved Billy, had for a while now. Then, Billy had been a giggling mess, detailing how he’d returned the words, whispered into Steve’s ear, followed by a kiss to seal the promise.

Out of god knows where, Billy produces a whole bunch of other daisy stems. “They all said it, Max. Ten daisies can’t be wrong.”

She gives his shoulder a reassuring pat before grabbing the phone, dragging it into her bedroom for a whispered conversation.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking,” comes the voice from the other side of the line.

“Steve,” Max replies, a laugh bubbling up as she speaks. “I think you need to come see your boyfriend. He could use some cheering up. Just please don’t bring daisies.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #max mayfield #chrisbitchtree writes

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Hey bestie I have some thoughts for your consideration:

So Eddie with hand tattoos. One hand has a planchette (still obsessed with that art I saw a few times) and the other hand having more spider themed tattoos. Possibly a web with a black widow in it… and the web goes down his fingers or he has separate finger tattoos…

BESTIE when I read this last night, a whole new scenario emerged and I went to bed thinking about them and now it’s a whole thing lmao. I hope you don’t mind I took this and ran with it. I need a name for this AU immediately. THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN, ahhhh, I hope you'll like it!

Eddie Munson x Tattoo Artist!reader (female reader)

I started thinking about Eddie having a crush on a tattoo artist.

After graduating and saving up his earnings from dealing as well as working at Thatcher Thire, he’s been taking frequent trips to Indianapolis to this really nice tattoo parlor – a definite upgrade from getting tattooed single needle style at the trailer park - where he’s already well known and loved by all of the artists there.

One day, in comes this new apprentice who Eddie’s never seen before.

She has that kind of beauty that’s intimidating at first, silent but stunning, fully attentive to the directions of the artist that’s her teacher (and who happens to be Eddie’s artist).

She’s by his side whenever Eddie’s getting tattooed so she can learn.

And while Eddie’s normally all zen-like already when he gets inked, when she’s around, he can’t help but feel a little nervous because her gaze is so intense and mesmerizing.

Eyes as big as the moon and glued to his skin, following her master’s needle grazing along the smooth expanse of Eddie’s thighs, or arms, or chest.

When she’s not by her master’s side, she’s often in her own corner sketching, practicing with needles on different surfaces, or even tending to the front of the shop.

Eddie gets the courage to talk to her when he comes in and she’s at the front and she always greets him so sweetly, he’s smitten more and more every time.

Eventually he gets a little braver and goes to her corner when he’s waiting for his artist to set up.

All her drawings look like her, if that makes sense. It’s such a signature style.

Fine, intricate lines make up designs that are as dark yet elegant, as she is; there are spiderwebs, planchettes, potion bottles and all sorts of flowers, jewelry, etc.

He freaking loves the planchette one and makes a whole show out of it, with twinkling eyes and the biggest grin, going “that one is so metal, babe! You think I could get that one!?”

She’s stunned, she hasn’t tattooed anyone just yet. “A-are you sure, Eddie? You’d be my first.”

“Hey! If it’s cool by you and if your master gives you the OK. I’m down!”

He should be nervous but surprisingly, truthfully, he’s not. He trusts her. So when everyone agrees to let her tattoo him, they set up a sation for her, and she gets to work – with her master’s supervision of course.

Eddie’s heart is thumping so loud inside his heart he’s sure she could hear it, and he hopes she won’t mistake it for nervousness or uncertainty of her skills.

He’s just swooning, melting, screaming inside because the way she grabs his hand to clean up the skin, and how she holds on to it as she works, is so tender it makes his heart burst – not to mention how delicately she cleans up the design once she’s through.

He's fucking in love, right then and there. He just knows.

And she’s a fucking natural, the design came out amazing, he never doubted that it would.

And because he’s feeling bold, riding up the high from having been inked by her, he asks her out then.

She’s taken aback for a little bit, maybe she thinks that Eddie wanting to get tattooed by her was all a big plot to get her to agree to go on a date with him, but she knows in her heart that that’s not the kind of guy that Eddie is.

And from there, an enduring relationship blossoms!

She doesn’t tattoo him all the time, but he has little designs here and there that she's done, and she’s also helped Eddie design a lot of his D&D characters for campaigns, and does the designs for Corroded Coffin’s merch.

Fast forward, they’ve been together for almost 10 years and when they take the next step and get married, rings are cool and all but Eddie feels like such a metal relationship like theirs deserves something just as badass and long-lasting. Something that won't get rusty, that can slip or easily get lost.

No, he wants a tattoo to represent his love. So he asks for her to tattoo a black widow at the very center of a spiderweb on the top of his hand, with a thread that goes down and wraps around his ring finger.

Now both of his hands have something done by her, that symbolize her, too.

And he’s extra fond of the way those designs look on his hands whenever he grabs her naked waist and hips and thighs – when he cups her breasts when they’re making love, or how the design stretches when he’s got a hand around her neck if they’re going at it a little rougher.

But he’s a sap for the sight of their joint hands, at all times.

When he’s driving, if he’s cooking, or if they’re cuddled up watching a movie, he just loves to see their hands entwined.

She probably also has a design on her hand to symbolize him – maybe a bat, or a guitar pick or a puppet master like the one Eddie already has along his forearm.

He has a polaroid of their hands clasped together, with the date when they got married.

In the future, if they eventually have kids, he asks his wife to add a little baby spider to each of the threads in the web on his hand.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #tattoo artist!reader #female reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson headcanons #headcanons #stranger things #joseph quinn #my writing #eddie munson hcs #reader insert

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(Platonic) Male Reader X Florence Pugh

Request - Can you have a platonic Male Reader X Florence Pugh about them just being chaotic idiots on and off set some rumours of them dating but they tell them they're just friends and during late night shows the MCU cast members always jokingly complain about how out of control they get it's like raising kids except both of them are grown ass adults and one of the questions they get ask is if their MCU characters are gonna date they don't know and during a late night show they show a compilation of videos about R and Florence on and off set doing things like pranking each other or teaming up against everyone else

You are sleeping in your trailer and quietly Florence entered your trailer. She is recording with her phone and she is live on Instagram. You are sleeping on the couch, she has a marker and she starts to draw on your face. You are very tired and you didn't feel the marker on your face, she tries not to laugh.

“Y/n, this is payback from last week” Florence giggled.

She left your trailer and everyone on the internet, likes her video, and they think it's funny. She did post a picture of you on her Instagram account with a winky face emoji. Later, you wake up and you don't notice the marks on your face. You walk on set and everyone is staring at you and Florence tries not to laugh too loud.

“Y/n, have you looked in a mirror?” Florence tries not to laugh.

“What?” You asked.

You and Florence will star in the avenger movie. She is still playing Yelena and you would play Jack Russell who can change into a werewolf.

“There are drawings on your face” Robert laughed.

“What!?” You yelled.

Scarlett gave you a small mirror and everyone is laughing.

“Payback bitch” Florence laughed.

“Flo!” You yelled.

Someone on the crew gave you a wet face wipe and you start to clean your face. You told Florence that you will get your payback, she just winked at you and laughed.

Now you get ready for your scene with Florence, Jeremy, and Paul. Florence messed up her lines and you copied her. She playfully smacked your arm and the others laughed.

“Y/n and Florence keep it together and be serious,” Kevin Feige said.

“Sorry,” You and Florence said.

“I’m working with kids,” Kevin said.

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When you and Florence work with the others, you two always make everyone laugh. You would try to copy Florence’s British accent and she would tell you that you are doing a bad job. Scarlett does like to work with you and Florence, at the end of the scene Scarlett would be laughing so hard because of you and Florence.

“You two are too much” Scarlett laughed.

“I’m trying to be serious but Flo makes it hard,” You said.

“Y/n, that is a lie,” Florence said and rolled her eyes at you.

You and Florence are very close to each other. Everyone always sees you and Florence together on set. She has a few pictures of you on her Instagram account and you have pictures of her too on your account. Some people thought you are her boyfriend but you and Florence are not dating.

You first met Florence while filming Midsommar then saw each other again while filming Black Widow movie.

“Y/n, you will do an interview with Florence and Scarlett tomorrow” Kevin said.

“Sure no problem,” Florence said.

“Good,” Kevin said and walked away.

“Okay, we need to talk about what we will wear. I don't want us to wear the same thing” You said.

Florence and Scarlett laughed.

“Oh my god,” Scarlett laughed.

“I am very serious,” You said.

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The next day, you are doing the interview with Florence and Scarlett.

“How does it feel working together for the new Marvel movie?” He asked.

“Its always fun to work with Flo but glad I finally got to do scenes with Scarlett,” You said.

“I like working with them and Y/n can be annoying,” Florence said.

“And her British accent is fake. Flo, you don't have to do the accent anymore” You said.

Scarlett and the host are laughing.

“Y/n, my accent is not fake. I told you before I'm from England” Florence said.

Florence rolled her eyes at you and you keep going.

“She isn't from England. Everyone needs to know that she isn't from England” You said.

“You can be such an arsehole,” Florence said.

“You can be such an arsehole,” You said in a British accent.

✫ ✯ ✬ ✫

You and Florence are with the cast on the late-night show Jimmy Kimmel.

“Florence is it true that Y/n, stayed with you during the pandemic when everything was shut down?” Jimmy asked.

They showed a picture of you in Florence’s bed with her dog.

“Yes, I did. I was filming in England, I couldn't leave because I didn't buy a ticket on time to go back home. So, I went to visit Flo and I never left” You smiled.

Florence and the cast laughed.

“He still won't leave,” Florence said.

“For what? I don't have to pay rent” You scoffed.

Everyone starts to laugh.

“Are they always like this?” Jimmy asked.

Chris Hemsworth nods and he starts to say something.

“They are always like that. One time, Y/n and Florence pranked me” Chris H. Said.

“What did they do?” Jimmy asked.

You and Florence start to laugh, you can't stop smiling.

“They are a menace together. Always, doing pranks on us and I want them fired” Robert said.

They showed a video, of you and Florence putting slime in a bucket and then putting it on top of the door. Chris H. opened the door and slime fell on him, everyone starts to laugh.

The next video is Florence and Chris Evans hiding in your dressing room, you are holding a drink in your hand. Chris Evans and Florence jumped out of the closet and scared you, you screamed and you spilled the drink on yourself, everyone starts to laugh.

“See what we have to deal with. They are kids” Robert said.

“Yeah, I can see the problem working with them. Y/n is your character going to date, Yelena? Fans already are shipping them together” Jimmy said.

“We are not sure yet. But I'm enjoying that the characters are having a hard time working together. Yelena still believes werewolves don't exist. And we have talked about our characters what if,” You said.

“I agree with Y/n. I like our characters always arguing. But Yelena never really believed that vampires and werewolves exist” Florence said.

Next Jimmy asked the cast other questions about the movie and other stuff.

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You are in England and you are visiting Florence. You and Florence go live on Instagram and you two are going to try to bake German chocolate cake and make Ravioli from scratch. People who are watching, are enjoying the conversation that you and Florence are having. Then you and Florence do a Q&A.

#x male reader #male!reader #florence pugh imagine #Florence Pugh x male reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x y/n #Florence pugh #male reader insert #male reader imagine #male reader fluff #male reader fanfic

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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3am talks cause i love you

summary : in which she's an amazing mcu actress and he's her biggest fan ever.

pairing : sebastian stan x reader

warnings : language

author's note : okayyy so a vERY HUGE THANKS TO @ateliefloresdaprimavera for giving me SO many ideas to form all this on, i love you angel <3 and evanora is y/n's character in the mcu and she's bucky's love interest and she dies in black widow okay? okay. and yeah, you'll find pieces of plot in the comments thank youuuuu

tagged : @mrsben-barnes @ateliefloresdaprimavera @0oolookitsme @slut4benbarnes @ellora-brekker

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y/n_ 1 week left till black widow is out everywhere!! this is so exciting!! i can't wait for you all to see this <33

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imsebastianstan after watching the movie, the only i can say is you're not ready for it. y/n_ i have watched you go through this movie with determination and passion with a bit of fangirl-ness for scarlet but i couldn't be more proud of you. it doesn't matter to me that you called me up at 3am just to talk about evanora and bucky's relationship because i loved those talks. and i love you <3

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y/n_ i was already crying and now you made me cry some more :( but i love you and i am so thankful that it was you who endured my 3am rants

-> imsebastianstan and i'd do it a thousand times again <3

username the biggest plot twist was bucky in the 2 end credits scene

username "it's okay, yelena, really. you'll have that big apartment right in the middle of new york city and you'll live your best life. i'd be around to make sure of it" my heart </3

username they killed evanora off and for what? to make natasha suffer more? to make yelena blame make herself for not reaching her in time? to make bucky keep repeating the last words she said to him? what the actual fuck marvel

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username both natasha and evanora had yelena on their mind before dying and that fact will keep me up at night

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y/n_ after more than a year of filming, we're finally here!! i can't believe that this is over, i had so so so much fun filming black widow. filming with scarlet and florence who are not only my sisters onscreen, they're my sisters irl too. i loved every second of it and i hope you do too!! thank you soooo much for giving this movie this much love!! i love you and thank you <3

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username I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC YOUR HONOUR

username when natasha said "it looked like you looked up to me but actually i was looking up to you, you're my everything, you and yelena" my soul left my body no kidding

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imsebastianstan so so so so proud of you and how far you've come!! you deserve all this and more

-> y/n_ i couldn't thank you enough for supporting me, i love you!! thank you for celebrating my highs and supporting me during my lows <3

username the whISTLE-

username how can i sleep at night knowing that yelena and evanora won't live together in their apartment in nyc? that bucky and evanora won't get that 'picture perfect ending that we deserve with sam' anymore? that natasha died knowing that it should have been her instead of her sister? that peter won't EVER get to tell nora about mj? huh?

florencepugh you're my muse, and i admire you so much!! keeping shining like this baby, your deserve it. i love you ❣️

scarjo i love you SOOO much darling!! filming this movie with you has been an absolute pleasure!! 🤍🤍

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anthonymackie i. am. heartbroken.

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imsebastianstan meet bucky yarns, mine and y/n's son <3

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username his eyes are so beautiful

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-> imsebastianstan you've had him since morning

-> y/n_ and? your point being?

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-> scarjo ditto

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zendaya wow you two are dorks but mY GODSON IS SO CUTE AWW

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y/n_ no thoughts just my boyfriend being beautiful and ethereal and pretty and handsome and sexy and hot and cute and adorable and every other adjective

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-> y/n_ that was literally the point??

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