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obsessedwrhys · 21 days

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UNFORGETTABLE

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Frank Woods takes you on a date at Burger Town (fluff, cursing, just reader and woods being a lovey dovey couple, reader is fem and also bell in this story, backstory will be explained using the plots of the campaign and seasons, reader experiences side effects from brainwashing, adler never shot bell in this fic!!)

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From being one of Perseus's trusted spies to working for the CIA, throughout your entire life you weren't sure who you really were.

However, it didn't take long for the truth of your past to slowly uncover itself when you and several others were tasked with taking down Stitch. From there that's when you learned your true identity.

Even then, you never felt like that person was you anymore, so you went on the rest of your life with a new name. Your own identity.

Despite the horrors in those events, some good managed to come out of it. You were able to score yourself a loving boyfriend.

Sure, he hates the soviets but you were a different story. Everybody deserves second chances right?

That's why during your mission at the USSR where you two were paired to infiltrate a russian base, he was absolutely baffled when you weren't familiar with the mascot of a famous restaurant he loved.

"Shit, it's Bubby! I fucking love Bubby!"

"Who's Bubby?"

"What?! You don't know who this is??"

"Uhh..."

And that was way before you guys started dating. After everything has settled down and that you two were blessed with free time, he decided it was only right to let you live your new life with a fresh start. That fresh start happen to be through the doors of the Burger Town entrance.

"I can't believe you managed to convince me to do this" You laughed as your boyfriend practically drags you into the place.

"You talk like I'm forcing you to join a cult" He said before letting you stand in front of him to queue up.

"Judging by how much you praise this restaurant, it might as well be" You joked which had him laugh.

"Oh yeah? And would you join if I asked you to?"

"Nope but I might turn you in for some cash" You responded which made him playfully grab you around the waist in an attempt to tickle you.

The second the customer at the front left, the two of you quickly stopped playing around and tried to act normal as it was your turn to order. You looked through the menu. So many interesting selection...

"Double Chili Time Bomb...?" You smirked at Woods who's standing over you. The two of you exchanging knowing glances at a shared memory.

"How about we leave that story in the past" He said almost like he's pleading you to forget it and you found it amusing.

"Because you mistaken a kid's backpack for a bomb and had everyone including me panic for no reason?"

"I didn't rest that well the night before okay. Now what are you gonna order?" He said and you looked back at the menu, going through each meal and being indecisive on which to choose.

There's so many...

But which one is ACTUALLY good?

Hm....

"Did you fall asleep?"

"Shhh" You waved at him dismissively to try to shut him up, but he ended up grabbing your wrist to place soft kisses on your knuckles.

"How about you go find us a seat and I'll order what you want" He said and you looked at him.

"You know I don't like—"

"I know"

"And I hate eating—"

"I also know that honey" He leaned in to place another kiss on your forehead.

"I did promise you a good meal so don't worry 'bout it" He spoke and you gave him a smile of gratitude. Feeling reassured, you eventually left to find an empty table to sit.

You're no expert but you're pretty sure you found a good spot. It's by the window and you guys get a good view of the streets. After a few minutes of waiting, you looked up to find Woods carrying a tray of the food he picked out. You could only watch in awe as he settle it down on the table before taking the seat in front of you.

"You ordered so much" You said.

"They're not all for me if that's your concern" He handed you your burger and you chuckle at his answer.

You remove half of the wrapper around your burger and just from the looks of it, it looked delicious, not to mention juicy. You then looked over at Woods who seem to be waiting for you to take your first bite. You couldn't help but struggle to contain a smile when you wondered how long he was staring at you.

"You look like Mary when she's waiting for us to feed her" You said, referring to your dog. An Australian Shepherd you two rescued from a shelter.

"Is that your way of calling me cute?" He asked with a cheeky smile. His confidence having you laugh.

"Shut up" You simply said but the smile on your face betrayed your words.

Not being able to wait any longer, you took a cautious bite of the burger. You kept chewing on the food but ended up pausing when you realised it was actually good. So he wasn't kidding. You thought and continued chewing but this time faster. Your act easily made Woods eyes light up in satisfaction.

"It's good isn't it?" He asks as he finally eats from his own burger.

"Its sow yummey" You said with a mouthful and he couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he found you in this state.

"Careful, I don't want you to choke" He grabbed a napkin and gently wipe the sauce off your cheek.

Taking his advice and also not wanting a heartburn. You took your time enjoying your burger and swallowing when you wanted to say something. At the same time, he was also enjoying his meal, he was leaned back and relaxed in his own seat.

"What did you get for yourself?" You asked before drinking from your straw. Your question made him look at you.

"Burger Town Classic Burger. You can't go wrong with the original"

"Can I try??"

"Only if I get a bite of yours"

"Deal"

Exchanging your burgers, you quickly took a bite of his and you couldn't help but melt at the taste. The sauce makes it so much better! Seeing you taking another bite, Woods couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm getting the hint I'm not having my burger back" He said but you simply kept on eating, grabbing some fries while you're at it.

"Why didn't you take me here sooner?" You asked as he drinks from his shake.

"I would have if we weren't getting sent around on missions so much"

"Oh yeah...."

Right as you were about to take another bite, you felt a sharp pain from the front of your head. You wince as you grabbed at your forehead. This catching Wood's attention immediately.

"Shit... you okay?" Woods quickly stood up and was ready to rush to your side but you gestured him to stop.

"I'm good. Just an ache..." You rubbed your temples in an attempt to sooth the pain and it was slowly working.

Once he was sure you won't faint or fall over, he sat back down on his seat with his eyes still watching you cautiously.

"Is the medicine not working?"

"It is, Park just says it takes time since they dosed me with a lot of drugs, but the wait will be worth it..." You hold his hand from across the table to try to comfort him. His hands not hesitating to squeeze back.

It remained quiet for a while until he let's out a sigh. His tone indicating he was upset.

"... I'm sorry—"

"No... don't even start. You didn't know I was being experimented with. You don't owe me an apology"

"Okay..." He muttered but he couldn't bring himself to look at you. It was clear he still felt some sort of guilt from what happened.

Just then, you grinned when you remembered something.

"I never got to say, I still can't believe you beat up Adler when you found out. Mason told me you also punched Hudson when he tried to hold you back" You said, trying to change the mood of the conversation which worked because you could see the corner of his lips twitched slightly upwards.

"Yeah well if they hadn't stopped me I would have killed that son of a bitch" Woods said as he hesitated for a while before finally locking eye contact with you.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me? Fuck... the things I'd do for you..." He chuckles a bit, almost like he's in complete disbelief to the fact he finds it humorous.

You could only beam warmly at his words, feeling loved by the reminder of the memories you two shared.

"... thank you for always taking care of me" You said and it was enough to have him all flustered. He shakes his head slightly with an embarrassed smile.

"Don't thank me for something I'd do for you" He said. Then he reached out to tuck your hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your face to caress your cheek.

"Now come on, let's eat before the food gets cold" He said, reminding you of your burger that has been left unattended on your plate for so long.

"Ugh, I hate cold food"

"I know"

#I WROTE THIS WHILE BEING HALF AWAKE #its the fact that i thought someone would do this plot but i never found one ☹#cod cold war #cod #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #cod x female reader #cod x f!reader #frank woods #x reader #fluff #frank woods x reader #frank woods fluff #cod frank woods #cod frank woods x reader

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imaginesbymonika · 2 years

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It all tastes like poison.

Part 2.

Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

Plot: based on this request: “can you please write an imagine about someone who use to be with soldier boy before he "died» which left her broken, but she still worked with vought for years because she ages slower than normal and she meets homelander who she kinda falls for, but when ben comes back she gets mixed emotions till he tries to kill homelander and then she'll have to work with everyone else to get him back into the box, which she doesn't want to do. LIKE ANGST?”

warning: f-bombs, angst, mentions of character death, death, violence (man turned into slime)

Previous chapter

The love she felt for Soldier Boy was a ‘one-of-a-kind’ kind of love. One that she has been carrying around with her everywhere. Somehow she managed to never lose it. The memories of the way he used to hold her at night were enough to bring tears to Y/N‘s eyes whenever her mind went back to it.

Of course, she knows that he wasn’t a good person- fuck, not one single Supe could claim that they are.

"When she got created in their lab, something just went wrong.", Ben clarifies and Hughie instantly looks at Billy. "What are you talking about?"

“Y/N.”, he says:” I don't really know much about it… no one does. But I think they gave her the wrong amount of V. Way too much. And to be honest with you two, Y/N is the one you should be worried about.“ He leans back: “Like I said before… if Y/N had found out that they kept me in the USSR, good lord.“ Ben lets out a chuckle, one that shows that he’s almost proud: “You wouldn’t find Russia on any fucking map today.“

Y/N meanwhile stares at the ceiling. Ben was out there. Fuck. Her Ben was out there and fucking alive, while she was stuck with his cheap knockoff version. Thinking about it for longer than five fucking minutes made her want to throw up again.

"Hey!"

Black Noir, who is walking down the hallway turns around at the sudden sound of a voice calling out for him. However, as soon as he recognizes Y/N he tenses up. The woman makes her way towards him, and when she notices how he glances at the clock she lets out a sigh: “Yeah, I know it‘s late. But I just can’t sleep knowing that Ben is out there. I feel like the longer I stay here the crazier I get.”

But when she doesn’t receive any response from him, she tilts her head:” Don’t… you want to find him?” A suffocating silence falls upon the halls and Y/N stares at her long-time friend, only to see him shake his head a few moments later.

She awkwardly smiles at him and crosses her arms in front of her chest:” I don’t-. I don’t get it. It’s Ben. Our Ben, we are talking about here. He essentially came back from the dead and you’re telling me that you don’t want to know what happened?”

At the sincerity in her voice, Black Noir takes a step back. One that doesn’t go unnoticed. Y/N looks down at his legs and it doesn’t take her more than a second to comprehend what that implies. Her eyes move back up:”Wait what?” An uneasy chuckle escapes her lips:”I don’t get it. Do you know something that I don’t know?”

Black Noir doesn't answer, of course, he doesn't. But ever since his voice left him, his body language has taken over. Now, after a couple of decades of working together, he doesn't need to move much for Y/N to understand him.

She swallows thickly, while hot tears emerge in her eyes. “Did- did you have anything to do with his ‘death’?” Fuck, she silently prays that she’s wrong. He stares at her. “Don’t fuck with me!” Her view of the world turns blurry, but she can still catch the way he slowly nods. A few seconds later, he plunges to the floor. Dead. Turned into a puddle of slime.

"I'm giving her less than 24 hours." Billy turns his head to glance at Ben: "What did you just say?" "You heard me."

#angst #x reader #imagine #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #homelander #homelander x reader #the boys imagine #the boys x reader #billy butcher #hughie campbell

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rustlingpapers · 6 months

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I've been drawing recently fem version of Heavy . I relied on photographs of milkmaids and collective farmers of the USSR . Don't really like when fem Heavy is made too masculine and manly ? In my head, I see the image of a sturdy country woman. She's strong, but she's still a woman !

#tf2 #teamfortress2 #tf2 heavy #Tf2 femheavy

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dino-fart · 1 year

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Hii! Can I make a request for Dmitry Sechenov (Atomic Heart) x fem!Reader where the reader is 25 years younger than the scientist. (It is desirable that the reader would also be a singer of the USSR.)

Dmitry had heard your voice before, he had seen posters of you before and he was obsessed. So when he heard you were singing at the local venue for a private audience, he made sure to be at the top of the list. He was now sitting at the table closest to the stage and was served a drink by one of the waitresses. The show began and you stepped out of the curtains in a golden sleeveless dress with a white feathered collar. Your hair was down in a braided bun and your lips were cherry red.

The scientist's eyes were trained on you, he watched your beautiful lips move as you sang. You noticed him staring and sauntered down the steps with the microphone in hand. His lips parted as he realized how close you were getting to him. Your smile was bright and beautiful but there was a hint of mischief on it. In a matter of seconds, you sat on his lap, sideways, and wrapped your arm around his shoulders to sing the final verse of the love song.

Dmitry almost moaned when you touched his cheek and gazed into his eyes. You got off of his lap as the song was done and bowed. Dmitry joined the clapping from the audience and watched your head back up the stage and disappeared. Dmitry decided to meet you in the dressing room.

He stood out there with a bouquet of roses in his hand that he had one of his assistants grab. The door opened and there you were, still in your gorgeous dress. "Good Evening, doctor." You said shyly.

Dmitry smiled at how sweet you sounded, "My apologies, milaya (darling), but after that performance, I had to see you." You blushed and stepped back from the door to allow him in. "For you." Dmitry handed you the roses.

"You are very sweet..." You smiled widely and walked over to your vanity desk.

Dmitry locked the door of your dressing room and made his way to you. You watched in the mirror as he gently put his hands on your shoulders. "I hope you don't mind this, milaya...I simply can not resist." He whispered in your ear.

You closed your eyes as you felt his lips brush against your neck. "But doctor-" You began to say but he squeezed your shoulder.

"Dmitry, for you, angel." He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

"Yes, ser (sir), I mean, Dmitry...I-I was going to say. Are you not worried about anyone coming in?" You said softly and softly gasped when his hands moved to your breasts.

"I locked the door, so we won't get interrupted. Milaya, I know this is extremely forward, but I've been fascinated by you for such a long time. I want to hear how lovely you sound when you scream in pleasure. But if you do not wish for this, then tell me now. I will leave." He cooed in your ear and pressed his hips against your ass.

"That's interesting...Because I was going to say I've been quite the fan of your work. I've dreamt of meeting you." You panted softly and rocked your ass against his hips.

Dmitry gently turned your head to look at him. "Truly, milaya? You're not just flattering me?"

"Yes." You brushed your nose against his. You then kissed his lips passionately and Dmitry groped your breasts.

He let out a growl and whispered in your ear, "Then take off that dress and sing for me."

Author's Note: I apologize if this isn't very accurate with the character. I haven't played the game and whatever info I could find about him on google wasn't detailed.

Tagging:@deepbatched, @vikingqueen28, @leonkennedyslefthand, @stewardofningishzida, @icytrickster17, @onlinecemetery, @marki-moo0, @absolute-not-original, @creamecafe, @scrubb, @nightingal3-tales, @alliethedaydreamer, @strangesthirdeye, @alexa-33, @zombiedixon89, @sunnsettee, @deliciousfestsalad, @kiaradaniell, @freyafriggafrey, @criticalroleobssedperson, @avengersfan25, @lunamoonbby, @androgynouspersonapricotfan, @foxcantswim, @namorkawaiiwife, @starkiller-queen, @kyuupidwrites, @luciamajer, @renatas10, @ayamenimthiriel, @gaiagurl05, @dipsylou, @pinkthick, @hansai, @andywinter16, @iambored24601, @3-cheese-tortellini, @cumbrbatchbenedict, @ironstrange1991, @aribas-stuff, @rianumochi, @vibaracal, @lostpirateinwonderland

#atomic heart #dmitry sechenov x reader #requests

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tishigo · 1 year

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Fem version of Sergey Nechaev and Char-les.

The phrases I wrote are:

-Svetlana Alekseevna, please be careful with your body, you still have to replenish the gene pool of the USSR. -Go to hell Char-les!

#atomic heart #sergey nechaev #major nechaev #char les #chariton zakharov #fem Sergey nechaev #sketch #fan art #my art

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spotkay-anastasia · 2 years

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the answer is for hum!fem! Donetsk in Cityhumans Ask in VK.

Q: What are your favorite flowers?

Donetsk:

"Oh, I thought it was no secret to anyone, hehe...but I really love roses. Moreover, I am called the city of "terricons and roses" or the city of "millions of roses". The rose could even become a symbol of the whole Donbass!

Every year in squares and parks, and just on any free piece of land, I plant 2 million roses! AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL?! "

That's right, the rose could really become a symbol of the whole Donbass.In the 60s of the last century, the first secretary of the regional party committee in Donetsk was Vladimir Degtyarev.He was a true patriot of his city.It was under his leadership that the city began to be actively landscaped.

They say that once visited the parks of Versailles, Degtyarev was very shocked by the Versailles rose gardens.It was he, together with the director of the Donetsk Botanical garden, who enthusiastically planted roses all over the city.

Degtyarev liked this flower so much that he even wanted to make a rose one of the elements of the coat of arms of Donetsk.Rose greatly influenced the city and its fate.In the 70s, UNESCO recognized Donetsk as the greenest of all industrial cities in the world.Unfortunately, due to the collapse of the USSR, Donetsk lost its status as a city of millions of roses.However, 20 years later, in 2009, Donetsk regained this status.At the moment, up to two million roses are planted in the city annually.

#cityhumans #city_humans #countryhumans #country_humans #humanization #donetsk #drawing

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blackbutterflypriestess · 5 months

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Tag Game: 9 Favorite Characters

Every time I escape the hole @pillowfriendly is there to pull me back in. Stole her rules of sticking to one character per franchise.

Daeran Arendae - Wrath of the Righteous

Hedonist. Ethically bankrupt. Walking problematic. I love him. Best romance subplot in an rpg as he actually tries to woo the player. Love doesn't change him but he changes for love. When he ascends to godhood he actively ignores prayers but smites those who talk any shit about his spouse. Has a traumatic backstory as expected but doesn't neuter his character or development.

Bayonetta - Bayonetta

Tells all the gods above and the demons below to fuck off with a combination of high caliber and fem. There has always been a lot of discourse around her but I honest love that there's a female character whose femininity solely for herself and not in-spite of how much ass she kicks. She's an icon and I wish I could pull off purple eye shadow like that.

Raven - Gravity Rush

Goth girl with the power to manipulate gravity's effect on her and the surrounding area. Not super complex as a character but something about her design and dead-pan personality has always stuck with me. Also has a great enemies to not-explicit-but-I-mean-come-on-it's-obviously-sapphic-coded relationship with the main character Kat.

A2 - Nier Automata

Definition of suffering from success. The only survivor of the ill-fated YoRHa Pear Harbor descents and so good at her job that future YoRHa models were based on her. Absolutely lost her shit when her girlfriend died and began a one-woman crusade against the machine beings. We stan a woman with goals. When other characters are blowing themselves (and their skirts) up as their ultimate move, A2 just goes sicko mode. We're introduced to her when she murders a baby but does it count if the baby was also a robot and also super old? I will never forgive FFXIV for not including her in the Shadowbringers raid story.

Balalaika - Black Lagoon

Afghan War USSR Sniper turned leader of the Russian mob in Thailand. Is and always will be my go to template for the "motherly villain" archetype. I believe that scientifically they are known as the "Dommy Mommy." Watching unambiguously evil characters still be humans is always fun.

Leon S. Kennedy - Resident Evil

Our baby boy. Even when he's super-serious-government-agent-man he just serves so much golden retriever energy. Resident Evil is at its best when it treats the zombie survival scenario seriously but adds a dash of levity and one-liners to its characters. Leon embodies that.

Beatrice - Umineko no Naku Koro Ni

Beatrice is the culmination of my weird addiction to characters with unhealthy love languages. Reality warping witch born from the existentialism that comes with trauma that plays horrific death games with the family of the man she loves all as a means to communicate with him where words fail? Yes please.

Faith Connors - Mirror's Edge

Mirror's Edge is one of my favorite games of all time. The use of color, sound effects, and music always made me feel like I was seeing The City specifically as Faith sees it. This connection created a deeper bond and feeling of embodiment than other first-person games, especially at that time. Her story may not be the deepest or most complex but is so memorable. Plus I still really want her tattoo. The King in Yellow/Hastur - Various Horror Contexts

There's something so fascinating about the horror of The King in Yellow. Consumption brought on by enui, the loss of an artist to unreality, the fear that a single, sound, word, symbol, or thought could poison and entire society. Remember! DONT. SAY. HIS. NAME. Honorable Mentions:

The Princess - Slay the Princess Eda - Black Lagoon Monica - Hooky Neon Red - Neon White I have now completed my eldritch bargain with @pillowfriendly. @gunkreads I don't know if you fully comprehend what you have awoken. @iwishtobeafish, @notimpossibell, @crowbandit your ritual sacrifices are required.

#harder than I thought #first long post #Oh god I hope I formatted all this correctly #I guess my fairy tale ending is a fucked up love story

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hyacinthinkling · 4 years

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#my art #countryhumans #countryhumans ussr #countryhumans fem!ussr

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airi-x · 4 years

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There is something about her, something that he cannot place. USSR/Fem! America. (RusAme) Cold War AU. M Rated. Oneshot.

#rusame #fem america #nyotalia #hetalia #aph hetalia #aph russia #aph america #aph ussr #hetalia x nyotalia #ussr x america

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transgenderer · 2 years

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the real problem with china tankies is like. its not even cool. like at least if youre a USSR tankie you have an edgy 20th century aesthetic to lean on and the bleak russian vibes, but the CCP is so square. they dont want fem men on tv and they edit the ends of movies to make it so crime never wins. being a china tankie is like being a stan for the 1950s american government. terminally uncool

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whirlybirbs · 3 years

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‘ how could you say that ‘ w/ Bucky!

✶ THE QUIET — winter solder ; ✶

summary: the quieter you are, the farther you’ll get

pairing: winter soldier / fem!reader

a/n: have a drabble based on a period-piece fic idea i’ve had for months now aka lemme google everything about the ussr in fifteen minutes

1975.

The clock in the hallway plucks on.

Tock-Tock-Tock.

Closer, closer, closer.

You wait beside your mother, beside your sisters, in the cold, dead silence. She’d told you that you were beautiful. Your lily white dress attempts to color you pure. It makes you laugh.

The polished marble floors of the entry-way glimmer back up at you. Your reflection is warped. You see only distant sadness and stifled life.

Your father enters the estate, flanked by men in slate suits. Your mother is immediate to greet him with a gracious kiss and a bowed hello to the other men — and you watch as they file into the dining room.

The Winter Soldier stalks in.

Quiet as the dead, chill still rolling off him.

You hold your head high. You and your sisters watch him make room by simply exisiting. He parts the sea of impossibly powerful men with a flick of they eyes.

A handful of KGB officers trail behind him like smoke.

The State dinners are like a game of chess — carefully navigated by every member. The gathering of Council of Minister members comes with whispers of the transition of power. Your father is rumored to be next in line for Presidium. He would do the USSR well.

Or at least that's what the chattering dogs say.

The Winter Soldier stands in the corner of the estate’s dining room all evening long — statuesque and watching. His muzzle hides any discernable emotion. His hands are locked infront of him, legs spread. Grey eyes sweep the room.

You sip your wine.

You dislike the way your curiousty flares at his appearence. As per usual.

This is not the first time you lock eyes. It will not be the last.

His grey eyes hold your own.

He has been tasked with providing security for the family, ever since your father had almost been the victim of an assassination attempt — they had not succeeded. It is a bit disheartening. You had, after all, been the one to slip those dissidents the information needed to get close during a public outing. A shame the bullet missed.

How could you say that, mamushka would say if she knew, how could you?

Death to the USSR.

Your lips are red.

The star on his arm burns.

#winter soldier x reader #the quiet #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier x you #tfatws imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you

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softcallofdutyimagines · 3 years

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Temporary Secretary | Chpt 2

Chpt 1 | Chpt 3

Dr Peck x fem!reader

Reader is finding out that what she's heard is true: Dr Peck is an ass. But she's also discovered something she didn't know... He's a passionate hard worker who doesn't get nearly the credit he deserves around here.

Maybe she can find it in herself to spare him some kindness...

The last thing he was expecting was such a nice awakening. Lights down low, coffee waiting for him... He'd have to remember to thank you. Eventually.

But for now... Back to work.

At least he doesn't have to hold your hand and give you step by step instructions on what and what not to do around here. You come over when called and sit quietly, typing away and answering or making calls for him at your desk. He actually has time to think. Can you imagine?

He even has time to take a dedicated lunch break.

The two of you take break together, you at your desk, and he at a small, mostly cleared, counter there in the lab. You seem to be minding your own business, occasionally occupying yourself by either writing or scribbling on a little legal pad beside you. Meanwhile, Peck takes the opportunity to study you.

Obviously you're not just here to help him. His money is on you spying on him. Omega does nothing without an ulterior motive after all. But, he has nothing to hide of course, so what does he care? He's glad they at least sent a competent secretary... Spy... Whatever.

And a sweet one at that.

He's met some real harpies here in the USSR, let alone here at Omega HQ, that's for sure. Imagine working with Valentina or something, ugh. Makes him shudder.

He knows you cleaned up his eye patch for him. You didn't have to do something so gross...

"Thanks"

His voice is so quiet, you almost didn't hear him. In fact, him having said anything of the sort took you by just as much surprise. Judging by the look on his face... He didn't mean to let that slip.

Before you can reply with a simple "You're welcome" and let him off the hook, he cuts you off, trying to substitute an excuse.

"I-I mean, you know, for staying out of my way", he stops and takes a strained sip of coffee. Then, a little more quietly, "And... For the coffee. This morning. And yesterday"

Suddenly the gentleness in his voice dissipates, and he changes gears to something more objective oriented. He tilts his mug around, trying to see through the liquid to it's ingredients, "What do you put in this anyway? I know it's something, because it doesn't taste this good when I make it"

You freeze for a moment, wondering if you're in trouble. Cautiously, you admit, "Just a pinch of sugar, Doctor"

He hears you out, and for a second, it looks like he's about to criticize or reprimand you, but then... Peck looks down into his mug. His expression is hard to read as he nods and gently swirls the contents. Whatever the case, you can tell he's somewhere far away.

"Martha use to do the same thing", his unreadable mask breaks into a small, but genuine smile as he chuckles, "She use to say, maybe it'll fix my personality, heh"

You offer a polite smile and half a laugh, not too sure how else to respond, when Peck looks again as though he's only now realized what he said.

Growing visibly frustrated more and more, he interjects again, "Not that that-", he growls and stands to dump out the coffee he was so enjoying just a moment ago, "Well come on, get back to work!"

He barks the command at you and struts off to his office. He's going to go clean his eye, you know. Finally, you think. He's been swiping a dry tissue under the patch off and on all morning.

It's becoming something of an issue. You're not sure why he continues to put it off, or sneak around as though you know what what he's up to, but he could get an infection if he goes on like this. But, there's no way you know that and he doesn't, so why...?

Every day you watch him grunt and itch and swipe at that eye in between his work. Ignoring the fact that's it's rather annoying listening to him nonverbally complain all the time... It is your job to make sure he's as productive as possible. Maybe you could...

You disappear into a storage cabinet and retrieve what you're looking for, a big ball of sterile cotton. The doctor doesn't even seem to notice as you open and close the creaking, ancient cabinet doors. Quickly, you pull off several pieces of fluff and roll them into manageably sized cotton balls before returning the mother chunk.

With the sink nearby, you lay out a square of dry paper towel and wet each one with warm water before carrying the whole collection over to your boss.

You give a quiet cough to get his attention and then, "Excuse me Dr Peck... Could I help you with your ey-"

He whips his head around at last, glaring at you through and through. Peck looks from your surprised face to your handful of cotton balls and back again.

"No. Don't ask again", he jerks back to his work, posture completely rigid. Well, aside from the few times he itches the corner of his eye.

You wait a moment, "If you're sure...", And then turn to walk away. Not a few steps later, he stops you.

"Wait", he throws down his pencil with a sigh, "Fine. You want to save me the trouble? Knock yourself out"

He turns around and pulls over a barstool to sit on as he removes his eye patch, a thin rope of mucas following the material as he pulls it away. Peck grimaces and makes a rather disgusted sound. You wipe away the troublesome gunk and set aside the eye patch for him.

You'll take care of that later.

There's a mess of both liquid and crust left behind. Wonderful. If that isn't bad enough, there's a definitive rash coming in around his eyelids. You inform him, but he roughly brushes you off. Fine.

You opt to work in silence, doing your best to clean everything away while your patient watches.

Peck is trying to recount the last time anyone has ever done him a favor. He's coming up incredibly short. No matter he supposes. Instead, he focuses on the now.

Your hands are soft and gentle, they feel cool and calming against his skin. He notes that you're being careful to work efficiently, but not be too rough. He appreciates it.

Peck turns his gaze to you directly, finding a little amusement in the expression you're making. Eyes narrowed and focused, a soft bite on your lower lip. It feels... nice to be cared for. He'd nearly forgotten what it felt like.

A chunk of hair falls loose into your face, somewhat obscuring your vision. You blow on it quickly while your hands are busy, but it does little to help.

"Here", Peck tucks it behind your ear for you until can adjust it properly. His lingers just a moment there behind you ear. It so soft, just like silk. Smells nice, er great actually, too now that he thinks about it.

You thank him absent mindedly, which he takes as his cue to remove himself.

"Sure", he looks away.

"Alright... There", you take a step back and bundle up the used up cotton, "Wait here, I'll get you a clean eye patch"

Peck watches you walk away to his office. He can't help but feel a little forlorn.

It's been so long since he's been so close to someone else... He feels cold all of a sudden, now that the heat of your body has been removed. Even your palm was starting to feel warm against his cheek.

He waits anxiously for you to come back, fidgeting quietly as he waits. Hell, if this is what he's been missing out on when it's time to clean his eye up, then maybe he will keep up with it more.

Or rather... Have you help him keep up with it.

At last, you return. With a final touch, you fit the band over his head and settle the patch in place. To his surprise, you take his soft, stubbly chin in your fingertips, tilting his head this way and that as you inspect your work, making sure everything is straight and clean.

"There", you give an oh so gentle pinch to the baby fat on his jawline and step back, "That should do for now"

You smile, feeling rather proud of your new found nursing skills, and remind him to let you know when he needs it cleaned again before turning to go wash the mess off the inside of his old eye patch.

Peck traces his fingers gently over the area you teased. Just recalling the recent memory of it is enough to make his heart skip a beat again. For a few more moments, he's remains perches on the barstool, methodically rotating left and right on the seat as he lives in the previous moment for just a while longer.

Then, long after you've walked out of earshot, still in a daze, he responds, "Will do"

#ok im sorry but this is literally so soft like 😭😭😭😭😭#come get your soft Peck bread 😫#black ops cold war #call of duty #william peck x reader #cold war zombies

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It all tastes like poison.

Part 2.

Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

warning: f-bombs, angst, mentions of character death, death, violence (man turned into slime)

Previous chapter

The love you carried for Soldier Boy and somehow never lost was a one-of-a-kind kind of love. The way he held you at night was enough to bring tears to your eyes whenever your mind went back to it. Of course, you knew that he wasn't a good person- fuck, not one Supe could consider themselves a ‘good person’ if they were being honest.

"When they created her something just went wrong.", Ben explains and Hughie peeks over at Billy. "What do you mean 'something just went wrong’ ?"

"I don't know... I think they messed the dosage of V up. They accidentally gave her too much of it. Well, I'm gonna be honest with you boys, Y/N is the one yall should be worried about. I am not joking... if she would have known that I was in the USSR- good lord. You probably wouldn't find Russia on the map today."

Billy takes a deep breath.

You turn around and stare at the ceiling. Soldier Boy is out there. Your Soldier Boy is out there- alive. And you're stuck with his cheap knockoff. It made you sick to just think about it for longer than five minutes.

"Hey!"

Black Noir, who is walking down the hallway turns around and when he makes eye contact with you he tenses up. You quickly make your way towards him, and you catch him looking up at the clock. "I know it's late, it's just I cannot sleep knowing that Ben is out there."

When you receive no response you sigh:" Don't you want to find him?" A stillness falls upon the two of you and you stare at your long-time best friend for a few moments until he shakes his head. "What do you mean 'no'? It's Ben- Soldier Boy, we are talking about! He essentially came back from the death- you're telling me that you don't you want to know what happened to him?"

At the genuine sincerity in your voice he takes a small step back and it doesn't take you more than a second to comprehend what that means. You stare at his legs for a moment before your eyes move back up. "Wait, what-?", an uneasy chuckle escapes your lips, followed by a shaky breath:" I- I don't understand. Do you k-know something that I don't know?"

Black Noir doesn't answer. Of course, he doesn't. But whenever his mouth fails, his body language takes over. And after a couple of decades of working together, he doesn't need to move much for you to know what's going on in his head.

You swallow thickly as hot tears emerge in your eyes: "Did you have something to do with his 'death'?" He stares at you. "Don't you fuck with me! Did you or did you not know what happened to him?!" Your view of the world turns blurry, but you can see the way he slowly nods his head.

A second later he drops to the floor. Dead. Turned into a puddle of slime. Without wasting another second you step over his remains and walk towards the exit.

"I'm giving her 24 hours."

Billy turns his head to look at Ben:"What did you say?"

"You heard me."

404 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

Viral Video

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Warnings: fluff, and comedy

Plot: Matty has a crush crush and the universe listened <3

Song to listen to while reading:

It was nothing new… celebrities having crushes on each other. Ellen, for example, made a whole game out of that on her show titled ‘Who’d you rather’ and even fans were so-called ‘shipping’ cast members with each other on the internet.

So when Matthew Gray Gubler began to talk about his ‘tiny’ crush on the actress Y/N whenever interviewers asked him with whom he’d like to work with in the future, you could nearly hear the keyboards of fanfiction-writers in the distance.

Matthew had a crush on her since - well, forever, and her name (strangely enough) also happened to come up more and more afterward.

It came up so often that fans not only cached upon it rather fast but also made compilation videos titled “MGG mentioning Y/N Y/L/N during interviews like it’s a sport” or “ Y/N being mentioned by Matthew like she’s his long lost lover from before war” - never having to use the same clips twice.

She smiles, as she looks into the camera. Her arms lean on the board. “Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N-“, the young woman says and smiles:” And this is my autocomplete- what’s it called again?” She asks looking at the people behind the camera, acting confused, and when a voice adds:” Autocomplete interview.” She chuckles before winking at the camera:” I was joking, I wanted you to complete my sentence.”

For a while, the interview went by smoothly. After all, it was the typical kinds of questions. “How old is Y/N Y/L/N?” and “What’s Y/N Y/L/N height.”

But then the actress pulls the tape off a question that made her giggle. She licks her lips and swallows thickly. “Y/N Y/L/N Matthew Gray Gubler fan video question mark?”, Y/N reads out loud and runs a hand through her hair:” Is that even a question? Well-.”, she clears her throat:” If you are speaking about the fan videos where he mentions me, I’m fully aware of them.” She laughs:” Yes. I have seen them and yes, I would love to work with him in the future. I have been a huge fan of criminal minds, I think he’s a remarkable actor. Very, very talented.“

“Well that’s it.”, Matthew mumbles as he stares at the phone screen of his friend, he takes a deep breath and stands up. Only to let himself plunge dramatically on the couch in his trailer:” My life is over.”

Shemar Moore rolls his eyes and puts his phone away:” But maybe you’re right.”

Matthew wrinkles his forehead as he looks up at him:” I was hoping for something more supportive and enthusiastic.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise but-.”

Before he can finalize his sentence the door to the trailer opens up and Andrea enters, a shit-eating grin covers her lips:” I thought you two might wanna join me, our guest star just arrived.”

It doesn’t take long for Matthew to understand what’s going on. “No.”, he whispers, his eyes big:” No, no, no.”

“Well, yeah.”

——

“So she’s essentially going to end up being Spencer’s girlfriend.”, the director explains to the cast, Y/N stands next to him with a soft but nervous look on her face. “We don’t know how often she’s going to reappear- but after our social media team liked a couple of Y/N-related tweets, so far the fans have been going crazy.”

“Well, you’ve spoken about her often enough.”, Paget whispers and gently nudges Matthew, who simply rolls his eyes. “I’ve often enough talked about wanting more money or something like that. You’re going to tell me, that this is the moment the universe listens and responds?”

The second he meets Y/N’s eyes a blush appears on his cheeks.

Matthew who sits in his trailer nervously plays with the zipper of his hoodie. This was beyond embarrassing. It wasn’t like he talked about her very subtle….

“Is there any celebrity you would like to work with in the future?”, a voice inquires and Kirsten Vangsness chuckles. “Like on criminal minds or just in general?”, she looks past the camera towards the interviewer. “First person who comes to mind.”.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”, Matthew lets out and his eyes widen:” Was that too fast?” His friend smiles. “Oh really?”, Kirsten turns her body towards him:” I’ve never seen her in like a police-type of the show- except Brooklyn 99. But that’s not really -.”

“Not really what our show aims for.”, Matthew completes her sentence and laughs:” Well, I think she’s a great actress.”

”Like when she played alongside Ben Affleck in Gone Girl, what was her character's name again?”.

“Amy Dunne.”, Matthew says and bites his lip:” That was way too fast again. I think she’s a great actress. A lot of my friends have worked with her before and they all say she’s the nicest and sweetest person.”

“And she’s so pretty.”, Kirsten interrupts her friend:” Last year's met gala?! Hello?! That dress? Insanity.“.

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580 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

It all tastes like poison.

Part 1.

Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

warning: f-bombs, angst

You look over at Black Noir and slightly shake your head in defeat. You couldn't believe that you were actually here right now. After all, it was your free day.

"Stop.", Homelanders says, right after the explosion makes the screen go white, but rather of doing what he's told Deep accidentally closes the video. " Deep", the blonde man sighs:" Is there anyone else who can operate this thing? Seriously?"

You watch how the Deep's body tenses up:" Ashley thought we should get rid of most of them." The red-haired woman next to you opens her mouth to say something in return, but before she can you take a step forwards and hit the back of Deep's head. He flinches at the unexpected pain:" Ouch, what was that for?!"

"You fired them! Ashley had nothing to do with that!", you say angrily but the brown-haired man's attention is already back on the screen. "Nevermind found it!" You scoff.

Homelander puts his hand on Deep's shoulder: "Okay- stop!"

The video freezes and reveals a man. Everyone moves closer and when you observe his face your ears start ringing. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that Homelander takes a small step back. "Zoom in." You swallow thickly.

"Soldier Boy.", Homelander whispers, and your jaw drops. You stare at the screen for a brief moment before you turn around to throw up into the nearest trashcan. "That's impossible, he died like 40 years ago."

“Someone's cosplaying?"

The ringing in your eyes becomes louder with each second that's passing. "Look at his face.", the blonde guy next to you whimpers and you don't have to look at him to know he's frightened. It is radiating off of him.

"Maybe it's CGI?", the Deep asks and you crave to rip his head off.

"It isn't fucking CGI!", you hiss.

"How would you know, I- oh." His eyes widen while yours glow green for a moment. He swallows thickly.

---

"You won't leave me, r-right?"

You turn around and when you make eye contact with Homelander your gaze softens. You sigh while you walk back to him. "Just because Soldier Boy's back you won't leave me, right?"

You stare at him and a delicate smile arises on your lips. Homelander was a broken man, beyond capable of repairment- and perhaps that's what you liked so much about him. "I won't.", you declare and stroke his cheek:" You're the only one for me." But deep down you knew that was a lie and by the look on Homelander's face, you understand that he could probably smell that.

---

"Wait, what?", Hughie asks and wrinkles his eyebrows: "You're telling me you dated Miss Americana?" Soldier Boy, who is sitting across from him nods before he bites into his burger, a worried expression on his features.

"I thought you dated Countess." Soldier Boy takes a deep breath and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand:" Well, we dated for the people. Behind closed doors, it was only Y/N and I." Billy who leans back in his chair shakes his head: "Do you think that she lied?"

"Who?" "Countess. About Y/N being the only one who didn't know."

Soldier Boy chuckles at that. "What's so funny?"

"Well, let's just say that if she knew that I was imprisoned in Russia- that place wouldn't fucking exist anymore."

724 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

The golden rule

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Plot: She always disappears in the morning and Joe has no idea what to do about it.

Warnings: angsty in the beginning but then soft !!!

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She had one rule and it was more than straightforward. Y/N grew up surrounded by actors and actresses, people who have dominated Hollywood for decades.

"What's the golden rule, sweetheart?"

"Don't fall in love with your co-stars."', Y/N replied, and her mother smiled at her, "Exactly, it will never end well.”

And for the last ten years, she didn't break it. Not once.

But right now, with Joe’s lips directly on her neck- she couldn't think straight, let alone follow any rules. Her back was pushed against the cold door while his hand searched for the zipper of her beautiful white satin dress. They both know that she will be gone before he wakes up in the morning and he won't discuss it with her on set. He will maintain his distance- until the following episode wrap-up party takes place.

"'Are you busy right now?", a shy voice asks, and Millie, who is laying on the couch in her trailer perks up from behind the book that she’s holding in her hands. She tilts her head as she looks at him.

"What's wrong?" ,The brunette girl licks her lips and Joe begins to anxiously scratch the back of his neck: "Am I really that obvious?"

"Well, you do have those great emotional eyes.", Millie answers and Joseph chuckles softly before he walks up to his friend. For a moment they both stay silent. Millie can see how her friend is desperately searching for the right wording.

"You told me that you know- Y/N, for quite some time now, right?", he begins and swallows thickly. Millie nods:" It’s been five years, yeah. Why do you ask?"

Joe doesn't respond. Instead he runs a hand through his hair and leans back.

Her skin smelled like peaches and her hair did too. He shut his eyes as he kissed her skin dark blue.

"You two hooked up!?", Millie’s eyes widen in shock:" Are you serious? Wait what?! Was that like a one-time thing?" But he shakes his head:" How many episodes of this season did we film yet?"

"Seven." "Well, there you go."

Joe, who is walking in loops sighs and shakes his head:" I really don't get it. Why? Why is she always leaving before I get the chance to talk to her about us."

Millie looks at the ground for a few minutes, before she begins to rub the bridge of her nose:" Oh no."

“What is it?"

"It’s ‘The golden rule’ .", she says quietly and Joe crosses his arms in front of his chest as his eyebrows furrow.

"Excuse me it’s what?"

"Her mother always warned her "no matter what you do, don't ever fall in love with your co-stars.", Millie mimics her voice and Joe swallows thickly. "She probably keeps her distance to you, because she doesn't want to fall in love with you. If she hasn't already, of course."

———

Y/N who is walking towards her car yawns, this is the third time in a row that she had filmed way past midnight. She stops walking to dig through her bag for her keys.

"Don't fall in love with your co-stars, huh.", a voice unexpectedly asks and when Y/N quickly turns around she spots Joseph. The actor slowly walks towards her, frustration is flashing up in his eyes.

"Joe. You really scared me, I-. Did you say "golden rule' ? How do you-"

"Millie."

The young woman nods in realisation:" Of course. Millie. Listen, can we discuss this maybe-?

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1,507 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The look.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Plot: Billy see it again. Under odd circumstances.

Warnings: a few f bombs, mentions of murder, reader being an orphan, but no big spoilers

You had no idea how you became a part of Butcher's inner circle- his little suicidal friends group. To be completely honest, you didn't have a clue how you slipped into this kind of life in the first place.

All you knew was that Butcher could smell when someone was fueled by revenge and hatred towards a Supe. He was like a shark and you just happened to be a drop of blood in the ocean.

So once Homelander murdered your parents, it was sealed fate that your paths would eventually cross. Billy just didn't know why he felt this distinctive way about you- it wasn't comparable to the way he felt about Hughie or Frenchie. When he looked at you it felt like he looked at his daughter. Which was something he tried to suppress for months- even years. He loathed the idea of being that close to someone.

He didn't even care about himself, so why the fuck would he care about another human that wasn't Becca.

Becca. His sweet Becca. He can still remember the way he used to look at her- with so much devotion that it nearly suffocated him. Maybe that's why losing her hurt that much- he wasn't used to breathing any more.

But it was something Billy could recognize everywhere- that look. It was in the way he used to stare at Becca when they first met and now he could see it in the way Soldier Boy looked at you. It made him sick to his stomach.

"Whats your deal with that homelander guy?"

You looked up from your spot on the couch: "What?" He chuckled and you couldn't help but mimic him, even if it sounded a bit awkward. "That Homelander guy, tell me. Why do you want him dead?"

For a moment you stare at him before you put your book down. "Well.", you begin and clear your throat: "Long story short he killed my parents." The bearded man in front of you slowly nods his head: "I see. And the long version?"

"After my parents got sliced in half because Homelander 'missed' his actual target, I got put into a home. From that moment on it was one family after another.", you take a deep breath: "No one wanted to put up with a traumatized child, I guess." A silence falls upon the room.

Soldier Boy slowly nods. "Whenever I stayed with a family for more than a month I thought "maybe this is it, maybe I finally found a family"- but I just got abandoned again eventually. Sorry, this sounds super depressing."

The man in front of you chuckles again: "Don't worry, I know a thing or two about what its like to be left behind. Sucks." He leans back on the bed. "Yeah, it does.", you answer and take a deep breath.

At the sound of the keys, your heads turn. "Everything all right in here?", Billy inquires and even if that question is said to the both of you, you know he means only you- and when you nod in his direction you see how his shoulders drop. Even if it's only a bit.

His eyes roam the room and when he glances over at Ben, he can see it. That look. "Yeah.", Ben lets out and licks his lips: "We are just getting to know each other better."

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Hoodie Thief

Pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x reader

Warnings: Fem reader, super fluffy and one of my favorites!

A/N: Is it clear to you guys now that I have a certain liking for this boy? I take no criticism. This is the oneshot that was too long for the hoodie headcanons I put out a few days ago, so here it is. I absolutely loved writing this and hope you love reading it!

Enjoy!

-Sugar

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You drained the last of your tea as you sat on the common room couch, a textbook abandoned at your side while you took a 'break' from studying to scroll aimlessly through your phone. You were nearly alone in the room, the only other student out at this time being Tokoyami. The two of you hadn't really spoken, the only acknowledgment of each other's presence being a subtle nod when you'd come in.

You were currently thumbing through Tumblr, half-heartedly hopping around on blogs looking for new writers to read from. Casually scanning through fics, you couldn't find anything that particularly caught your interest.

The lights of the common room had been dimmed for the night, stars just barely visible from the floor-to-ceiling windows set in the walls. You liked the sleepy feeling that pressed against the back of your eyes, your thoughts having slowed to a hazy stream after a long day of being active and awake. The darkness of the room wrapped around you like a blanket, comfortably enveloping you. You were truly a creature of the latest hours. The rest of your class was probably more or less asleep, but you had other plans, deciding to wait up for your boyfriend to return. It wasn't that late yet, maybe a little past eleven, but you were prepared to stay seated for another few hours.

Contrary to your resolve, a familiar set of footsteps made their way into the common room, and you glanced up to see your red-haired boyfriend. You broke into a grin. "Hey, Eiji. Back from your work study already?"

He caught sight of you on the couch and smiled back. "Yeah. Fatgum let us go early. There was some villain paperwork he had to do on a robbery we helped stop today and—wait a second. Is that my hoodie?"

You glanced down at the red fabric you were swaddled in. "Uhh . . . maybe?"

Tokoyami had looked up, silently observing your exchange from across the room with newfound interest.

"Dude," Kirishima said. "I've been looking everywhere for that for the last month."

"Oops."

"You said you hadn't seen it!"

You shrugged helplessly, flopping back against the couch in dismissal. Your fingers went back to their work on your phone—however, this time you were carrying out your premeditated plan in the case of you ever getting caught like this.

Kirishima smirked and put a hand on his hip, shifting his weight slightly as he held out his hand. "Give it back."

"Why?"

"Because it's mine."

Your eyes flicked back up to meet his. "Oh, ho ho, I don't think so."

Eijirou frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You see," you said, standing up. "In this relationship, there is no longer a 'mine' or 'yours'." A devilish smirk appeared on your face, pausing for a bit of effect. "There is now only 'ours'."

With that, you pressed play on your phone. The USSR anthem started blasting from your speaker as you dashed off, vaulting over the couch with Kirishima hot in pursuit.

(In case you’re interested)

You were a near-even match; your own speed aided by your months of training combined with Eijirou's leftover tiredness from the day kept the two of you sprinting around the empty first floor, trying to keep your giggles quiet for the benefit of those attempting to sleep upstairs and in the dorms around you.

Your song ended and you glanced down to start it again. In your moment of distraction, Eijirou took a final, valiant leap of faith and tackled you to the ground, pinning you to the floor under you.

"Noooo!" you cried out, the hand that was holding your phone dramatically going limp.

Eijirou shifted his weight so he could roll you over, giggles still bubbling up from your throat. "Now, about taking back what's mine—" His hands started to dip under your hoodie, purposely wriggling his fingers against your sides to make you squirm and giggle more. His hands hit bare skin, and he paused, confused, digits feeling around for some kind of undershirt or tank top.

A diabolical light stole your eyes once again, smirking at his discovery that you were just wearing the hoodie.

"Forcibly removing clothing from a lady?" you said in mock horror, smile still playing on your lips. "And out in public too? That's not very manly."

His mouth fell open at your accusation, wholly defeated by what you had said and done.

"Whatcha gonna do?" you continued to tease. "Can't take it away from me now~"

Eijirou hauled you onto his shoulder, getting up off the ground. "Sure about that, babe? You're coming with me."

He lugged you over to the elevator, still laughing as your legs flailed and your fists playfully pounded against his strong back. Kirishima grinned and waved at Tokoyami, who had been captively watching the whole affair from his vantage point on the couch. Eijirou pressed the button for the fourth floor, the doors closing you in together. He carried you straight to his room, kicking the door shut with his foot before finally tossing you onto his bed.

"Now, about me getting that hoodie back . . . ."

You stuck out your tongue, sitting up and crossing your legs over each other. "Come and get it," you taunted.

Kirishima surged forward, wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he brought you in for a kiss. You happily pushed back into him, folding your own arms around his neck. He rubbed your sides through the cloth of the hoodie, eventually slipping his hands underneath again to brush over your skin. You sighed into the kiss, letting his tongue dart into your mouth to meet with your own. He started to slowly lift the hem of the sweatshirt, the bottom of your sports bra peeking out to meet the cool air of his room. Finally, you groaned in defeat, slipping your arms from the sleeves and letting him pull away to slide it over your head.

He danced off a few steps backwards as you pouted on the edge of his bed, having difficulty in squishing down your smile. Kirishima triumphantly held up the article of clothing, sliding it onto his own body for safekeeping.

"Okay, okay, fine. You can have it back," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "It was starting to not smell like you anymore, so I was considering returning it anyway."

"Well, little miss tsundere," Kirishima said, folding his own arms in mockery at your position. "You had it so long . . . ."

An idea struck him as his voice trailed off. He buried his nose into the collar, inhaling deeply. He could smell . . . you. It was wonderful. The perfect combination of your deodorant, perfume, sweat, and even some hints of your shampoo and conditioner. Eijirou closed his eyes for a second, relishing in the traces of yourself you had left behind.

"Uh, Earth to Kirishima," you said from the bed, awkwardly watching your boyfriend sniff his own hoodie.

He peeked out at you, wondering exactly what traces of him you had been able to smell the first day you had come into his room and stolen his hoodie.

"You are going to wash that, right?" you asked him, staring dubiously at his far too-pleased expression.

"Not until it stops smelling like you~" He sang the last part of his sentence, letting his sharp teeth flash over the collar of the hoodie in his smirk.

"Eww, I got that out of your hamper and wore it for a month." You wrinkled your nose.

"Too bad."

You rolled your eyes. "I'd offer you one of my hoodies, but I don't think you'd fit."

Kirishima shrugged, finally taking his face out of the front of the sweatshirt.

"Now how am I going to get back to my room?" You gestured down at yourself. You were glad at the rest of your choice of clothing for the day; a sports bra and high-waisted yoga pants. It was okay with you to wear that around your boyfriend, but being seen by one of your classmates in the hallway might be a little too much.

Kirishima sighed and went to his closet, pulling out one of his t-shirts. "Will this do it for you, Princess?"

You happily took it, slipping into the red material. To your delight, this one smelled like him just as much, but you opted to be more subtle than your boyfriend; deciding to wait until you got to the privacy of your room before taking a deep inhale of the clothing article. "Thanks, Eiji."

"No problem."

"How long do I get to keep it?"

He thought for a moment. "Can you please just give it back to me when I ask?"

"Will I get another one?"

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "You drive a hard bargain. You're lucky you look so dang cute in my clothes."

You giggled, finally taking your turn to pull the collar of his shirt over your nose, eyes twinkling over the fabric.

Eijirou stared at you, the intense feeling of how much he loved you suddenly crashing down on his chest. He walked back to his bed, wrapping his arms around you and laying the both of you down. "I have decided that we're going to cuddle now," he bluntly stated, nuzzling into your shoulder.

"Ooh, do I get a choice in this?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kirishima said, suddenly letting go of you and rolling over so his back was to you. "I forgot how much you hate cuddles. I'll just be over here—"

"NOOO!" You tackled him, peppering kisses all over his neck, fighting to find patches of exposed skin among the abundance of the fabric of his hoodie.

He laughed, giving in to your tugging hands and rolling onto his back. You happily kissed his cheeks and nuzzled his nose, hugging him from above.

"I was just kidding," he said. "You get all the cuddles you could ever want! I'd say you get all the cuddles you deserve, but then we'd be here forever, and I don't think that would be very productive. It would be nice though."

You snuggled into his chest, happy he was there, happy you could hold him and wrap your arms around him. "Yeah . . . ," you said. "I love you. Thanks for being my boulder."

"Thanks for being my pebble."

It should be illegal how soft Kiri was in that hoodie. The two of you spent the next hour just holding each other in bed, conversing and getting comfortable with each other. Kirishima was right. You'd gladly spend forever in his arms. You both began to drift off, sleep finally overtaking your heavy eyelids.

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A/N: I snatched some inspo for this from Yagami Yato’s ‘Manly Kisses’ video on YouTube, so if you’re interested, go check it out! This oneshot was so much fun to write, I couldn't handle it! I literally had to take a ton of breaks to just sit back in my desk chair and squee.

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-Sugar

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