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Havent said anything in a while but I wonder if some of the people who have asked for horny TF in my asks know im in their DNI or like... just saw someone else reblog my response and went straight into my ask box wanting their own TF /not mad /not serious
Also like..... do people know im into more than just TF SHDNDNDJDNDNDN i find it incredibly funny that i quickly became the "TFs the anons guy" but likeeee i like a little variety i have a lottt of kinks /also not mad just sayin thoo
Currently yearning to the thought of being Dales secretary while he works in twin peaks , doing his paper work , sitting at a desk in an office they allow him while he works there , staying late with him just to have more time with him , the dynamic of the relationship , constant drifting eyes (on both behalf’s) , lowkey secretary (2002) vibes. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED HIM SO BAD IT HURTS 💔
I just realized Sister killed her best friend's (Marika) brothers (Primo, Secondo and Terzo) for the good (ig) of his children, Copia and Perpetua, who were being raised by Marika at the same time.
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Synopsis: Early 2028, after the events of Thunderbolts*.
Kate Bishop hasn’t seen Yelena Belova since Christmas 2024.
Four years later, she runs into her again—and immediately makes the worst possible decision.
It started with a chain.
It ended with a kiss.
Now both of them are left wondering what the hell just happened.
The chain. It started with the damn chain.
Yelena had bought it, but last week decided not to show it to me—rude—and then, bam! it was there, around her neck, glinting in the goddamn sunrise and—
I didn't think. I just kissed her. Hard. I've not seen her since that rooftop at Christmas, back in 2024.
We didn't speak for years and then I saw her on the news. She had joined a team called New Avengers. Red Guardian works with her. She called him Dad on live TV. What the hell?
But that kiss? Yeah. That was unplanned. She didn't pull away, but she didn't say anything afterwards, either. Think I might have crossed a boundary. Shit, Bishop.
---
All I did was stretch in my tank top and my chain settled against my chest, like it's always belonged there. And Kate... Kate went feral.
She kissed me.
What the fuck?
I met her December 2024. Didn't see her again until last week... It's early 2028 now. Four years have passed.
No text. No phone call.
Not even Alexei called.
And when I finally talked to him, I told him: Daddy, I'm so alone.
I miss Natasha, so fucking much. And I had nobody to talk to.
I wish she was here. I could tell her Kate Bishop kissed me.
Why the fuck did she kiss me? She came back and... that.
She pulled back, eyes wide, like I'd slapped her. Then she said sorry three times and ran off. She's so dramatic.
She went up to the roof. I'd better go follow.
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I'm on the roof. It's freezing up here. I went without a coat.
I hope she follows me. No, Bishop. Get it together, she's not gonna follow you. She's not yours, and you're not hers.
Ah, shit. Footsteps. Yup, she followed me.
Keep it together, Bishop. Apologise again. Tell her you'll step back, give her space.
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"You kissed me," I say, before I can overthink it. "Why?"
"I... err... chain!" she blurts.
"Chto? What?"
"Y-your chain," she stammers. "It, it, ah, l-looks... I, uh—"
Jesus. She can't speak. Help her.
No, don't help her. You barely know her. Let her get it out.
Yeah, but you know what she's trying to say.
Nyet. Red Room teaches patience and discipline.
"I kissed you because I think the chain looks really good on you and you look sexy in it!" she blurts, without so much as a breath, before slapping a hand over her mouth.
"Chto za chert?" I say, like my brain can't compute.
"I... I don't... Russian... I don't understand," she says.
There it is again. That fucking stammer. She asked me for drinks, four years ago and now she can't string a fucking sentence together.
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Get. It. Together. Bishop.
You're a mess.
Breathe. Inhale... two, three, four. Exhale... two, three, four. One more time.
Try again. Slowly.
"I think you look sexy in that chain. There, I said it," I repeat, cheeks ablaze.
---
"I, uhhhh..."
Abort. Abort mission. Turn around. Go. Leave. This isn't in the protocol. Red Room didn't teach you romance. They taught Natalia romance, and seduction, not you.
Back up.
Fuck!
Feet... move!
"...Thank you?"
Thank you? You thanked her... with a question mark. How dumb can you be, Belova?
She's still looking at me. She's looking at the chain again. She's dragged her eyes up to my lips.
Why do I want this?
No. No, you cannot. You're not allowed.
Shut up!
Dreykov is dead. I am free. And if freedom looks like a hot girl staring at my lips and me wanting to kiss her, then—
