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Girl Crush
Summary
Crushing on Yelena Belova is proven to be difficult. Even more so when you catch her making goo goo eyes at John Walker.
Warnings
THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS, ending kinda rushed? comma abuse, angst with happy ending, reader lowkey stupid, reader lowkey makes hasty decisions, JOHN WALKER!!, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, y/n used, not proof read, 2nd person pov. Das all bye
A/N
I KNOW this is not what the song is abt technically. But I heard it & thought of her. Obviously I do not ship John & Yelena. Also I listened to phoebe bridgers while I wrote this so itâs extra sad. I swear Iâll start writing abt other characters soon đ. Bye Bye
After a group of misfits joined together to take down a common enemy, they accidentally were roped into a knock off avengers(Z) group.
The group consisted of; John Walker, a Captain America wannabe who was demoted after killing an innocent civilian, Ava Starr, who can turn intangible, Bucky Barnes, a former congressman, Bob Reynolds, some rando with insane powers, you (of course) and Yelena, an ex assassin.
Yelena was like the only person to ever walk the earth, in your eyes anyway. Her thick Russian accent was like honey. She had gorgeous blonde hair that she kept slicked back. Her green eyes that could make you float by stealing just a glance.
Everyone in the tower had picked up just how head over heels you were for her, except for Yelena. Whenever one of the Thunderbolts* saw you and her in the same room, they wouldnât hesitate to tease you.
Ava would whistle and raise her eyebrows at the two of you, Bob would sing a poor rendition of âCareless Whisperâ which was almost too much for your ears to handle. John made sure you were throughly embarrassed if he ever caught you eyeing Yelena. He would tap your jaw and whisper something to you about âdrooling all over the freshly mopped floors.â Despite him never being one to handle the chores. Alexi was the worst one, though. He made an entire scene about it. Shout something about âlovebirdsâ and first love.
Never in a million years would you think to confess to her. But here you were, standing at the door of her favorite coffee shop, trying to hype yourself up. Flowers were never Yelenaâs thing, you knew that. So, you had a blanket, crocheted to look like roses when folded. It was something you made yourself, originally just as a friendly gift. However, Ava engraved it in your mind that if you didnât do something soon, youâd miss the window.
You opened the door gently, walking up to the front. By now, you already had her order memorized. Every day, Yelena would invite you on a morning run, where youâd get coffee shortly thereafter. It was the little moments of bonding time that ultimately made you sick to your stomach with butterflies every time she was around.
The barista recognized you instantly, he waved at you, a small and tired smile on his face. âThe usual, Miss Y/n?â He questioned, examining the blanket poking out of your large tote bag.
You nodded, âYeah. Let me get Yelenaâs order too. Iâm gonna bring it back to her.â You voiced, your throat feeling a little dry with nerves. The barista looked up at you, brow furrowed. You returned the look, not sure of what was going through his mind.
He looked across the room, âSheâs already ordered.â He claimed, gesturing to a table behind you. You whipped your head around, confused. Scanning the room, a gasp elicited from your lips as your eyes landed on familiar blonde locks. A small frown appeared on your face, she was up earlier than usual today. As you continued to look at the table, a wave of shock hit your body. The person sitting with her was none other than John Walker. She giggled like a little girl, and shook her head at his teasing. Sarcastically rolling her eyes. Johnâs cheeks were rosy red, as if he had just said something bold and flirtatious.
Turning back to the barista, you shook your head and scrunched your face. âI donât need it.â You said, cancelling your order. He shook his head in understanding, a look of pity flashing across his face. You spun on your heel and walked out of the shop as quickly as you came in.
As you walked through the streets, pushing and shoving past people, your mind raced. Of course you had seen them together before, but it was just for missions. Checking the perimeter, easy, team stuff. This was different. She was voluntarily hanging with him, laughing like something was funny.
How had you never picked up on this? How couldnât you see the glint in her eyes when she looked at John? How could John do this to you? After all, he was relentless when it came to teasing you about your crush on Yelena. He would bring it up constantly. Hell, he even hyped you up to go talk to her. You two were pretty close, too.
Saddened by the events, you hurried into your room of the watch tower. You brushed past a smiling Ava who was excitedly asking you how it went. Alexi, who had just came out of the bathroom saw you speeding through the halls and called out to you.
You sat in your room, on your bed, all of the lights on, and questioned everything. The way Ava talked you up made you feel like Yelena absolutely liked you back. You stayed in there for a few hours, only coming out for a brief restroom break every now and then.
But of course, you canât hide in your room for the rest of your life. Eventually, youâd have to come out and face the music.
Alexi had insisted when you guys first moved in that family dinners would be mandatory. Every night, someone would make dinner. It was a rotation. Alexi, Ava, Bob, You, John, and Yelena. Thankfully, it was Avaâs night to cook.
As you sat at the dinner table, in your unassigned-assigned seat, you watched how John and Yelena moved around the kitchen. It was as if they were doing this to you on purpose. He would whisper something into her ear and she would giggle. It was as if you were the only person seeing this too! Everyone else was acting as if it was completely normal.
As everyone began digging in, Alexi began talking. âHow was everyoneâs day? Good weather hm?â He said, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. Everyone nodded quietly, busy eating. âY/n, you had a busy day today didnât you? Exciting! Tell us how it went!â He prodded.
Tongue in your cheek, you looked up at him. Your insides were churning and you thought that youâd might actually have a stroke from how dizzy you were getting. You swallowed, âYeah. Busy day. Uhm, went to get coffee. Then shopped for a little. Then I came home.â You lied, trying to get out of this conversation as quick as possible.
Of course though, the universe was never on your side. Yelena spoke up, âCoffee? When? We never went.â She questioned, chewing on a piece of steak. You looked over at her, and despite being upset at her, you couldâve melted into putty just by the way she looked at you.
You shrugged, âI went alone. Earlier this morning. I wouldâve grabbed you some, but you know.. no need.â You muttered, feeling a little bitter.
John quickly looked up, panic setting in his eyes, Yelena stared at you confusedly. John was fast to defend himself, âNo! Y/n, it wasnât anything like that! I can assure you. I knowââ
You shook your head and crinkled your nose as it began to burn. You blinked any tears away that were trying to prick up, âNo, itâs fine. You donât need to come up with excuses, Walker. I understand.â You smiled softly. Yelena and the others looked around puzzled.
You finished the dinner in silence while the others around you laughed and talked about their days. Once you finished your meal, you walked back to your room.
Later that night, hushed whispering could be heard from just behind the door. You were scrolling on your phone, mindlessly watching TikTok to drown your sorrows. Yelena and John were talking, trying to figure out what was wrong with you.
âNo, John. I donât know what her deal is. You clearly do though, so whatâs wrong with her?â She whispered, her voice strained.
âYelena, are you seriously this dense?â He asked, desperately. Yelena scoffed, âThis is why no one can stand your ass! All you do is be insufferable and secretive!â
John and Yelena continued to argue for a little while longer, until you finally got tired of hearing and stood up out of your bed to open the door.
As you swung it open, both Yelena and John jumped, small gasps escaping from their lips. âIf you two are going to have a couple squabble in front of my door, could you at least be mindful of those trying to sleep? AKA, me? Or do you guys just not care about others anymore?â You fumed, looking between the both of them.
Yelena scrunched up her face, âCouple squabble? Y/n, what the hell are you on about? Is everyone crazy today?â She questioned, feeling like she was in the dark.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, âDonât play stupid, Yelena. I saw you and John today at our coffee shop flirting and practically dry humping.â You spat, a mix of disgust and sadness eliciting from your lips.
Yelena just furrowed her brows. You shook your head, closing your door before Yelena stuck her foot in it. âIâm not playing stupid, Y/n. John and I werenât flirting. We were just hanging out after a run.â She assured, walking into your room and closing the door behind her.
âYeah because that makes it so much better.â You huffed, crossing your arms and turning your back to her. Inside, you knew you were being dramatic, and you knew she owed you nothing, and of course you knew that you and Yelena werenât dating. That didnât make you feel any less pain, though.
She grabbed your arm, spinning you around, âY/n, you were asleep. I didnât want to wake you. I donât want anything to do with Walker.â She reassured. You yanked your arm away from her, looking at the ground, âSure didnât seem like that. You all looked awfully cozy.â You muttered.
Yelena sighed, pursing her lips together. âWe were talking about you, did you know that?â She asked, gripping the side of your arms and stepping closer to you. You looked up at her, disbelief across your face.
âWhat do you mean?â You asked, she smiled at you, rolling her eyes. âAnd Iâm the dense one.â She chuckled and shook her head.
âI donât know if youâve noticed, but I really like you, like, a lot.â Yelena said, her usual confidence faltering despite her tries to keep it all together. Her lips twitched as she looked at you, âWe were talking about a good way for me to ask you out.â She promised.
A hopeful shine flashed across your face, âWhat?â You asked, feeling lighter already. She only nodded earnestly, not breaking eye contact. You opened your mouth and closed it several times before sighing. You licked your lips as you spoke, running a distressed hand through your hair. âOh,â you laughed embarrassedly. âIâm sorry. It just looked like something completely different. It got in my head. I shouldâve asked or something. Or stayed out of it completely. I shouldnât have gotten upset.â You word vomited.
Yelena shook her head, trying to get you to stop. Once you did, she smiled softly at you, not saying a word. After a few moments of silence, her words actually processed in your head. You gasped softly, âI really like you too, Yelena. I forgot to say that.â You stammered, nerves setting in.
Yelena laughed at you as she pulled you into a tight hug, you reciprocated. For the first time that day, as if you had never truly been relaxed before, you breathed. You took it all in. Relishing in her touch, her smell, her clothes, as if she would disappear once you let go.
But when you did, she stayed put. She smiled at you, her tough exterior melted away like she had just been unfrozen for the first time in seventy years. The way she looked at you was something you could get used to, and you had a feeling you would.
#yelena belova#yelena black widow#yelena x reader#john walker#bob reynolds#ava starr#red guardian#black widow#thunderbolts#yelena thunderbolts#i need yelena so bad itâs not even funny someone help
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Cool about it
Summary: Dating an assassin isnât easy, especially not when she begins closing herself off after each mission.
WARNINGS: angst, fluff if ya squint, sad Yelena, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, y/n used, alcoholism, not proof read, idk prolly more doc
A/N: hi Iâm back again cos I love her sooo much. This is very long so hopefully itâs good..this is my first time writing angst so bear with me
You and Yelena have been together for a little over a year. One year, 210 days, and 20 seconds but whoâs counting?
You had stuck by her side after each and every mission, ensuring her that you didnât think any less of her, and always preparing a requested meal for her. (Most of the time, it was Mac and cheese.)
She would come up behind you whilst you cooked, wrap her arms around your waist, kiss your neck, and tell you how grateful she was for you. You would giggle and blush, waving her off and telling her to go sit down while you cooked.
You two lived in a secluded place, just off the shore of New Hampshire. She made it a point to keep you away from her mission areas. Her top priority was always to keep you safe, away from any possible danger.
The house was small, but loved. It had one bathroom, two bedroomsâ if you ever wanted a guest over, a nice kitchen and a small living room. When she bought it, she made sure to buy a house with a large kitchen. She knew cooking had been one of your passions for a while, and she wouldnât have you settling for any less. Whenever she was gone, youâd go out and buy decorations for the house. It always surprised her when she got back. New signs, a few posters, maybe even a new couch if you were feeling rambunctious.
Truly, she had domesticated you. It almost made you sick. Almost. Right now, your house was decorated in soft greens and whites. You bought green pillows to match your cream colored couch. You had green curtains for the many windows. Despite your failure to take care of them very well, the house was littered with plants. Succulents, cacti, Venus fly traps, the works.
And she loved it. She loved how willing you were to make light of the poor situation you were in. Dating a trained assassin isnât easy, but you made sure to show her your love for her.
However, you began to notice a change not too long ago.
The changes started out small. Her coming home, not immediately taking her shoes off like she usually did. She would walk straight to the bathroom and shower before going to bed. No words exchanged between the two of you.
You brushed it off as her being tired because she would always show love to you the next day.
But then, the changes began to grow. She would come home, slam the door, sigh heavily, and shut herself in your shared bedroom. Sheâd only come out once you knocked and told her dinner was done. Then, sheâd make a plate and go sleep in the spare room.
It obviously hurt your feelings, but every time you tried to bring it up, sheâd assure you that nothing was wrong. âYou are being crazy, ĐŒĐžĐ»ŃĐč. Nothing is bothering me,â sheâd whisper to you, holding you by your waist closely before kissing you on the cheek, patting your back, and walking off.
You would roll your eyes, clearly not convinced.
You let it slide for a while, until you came home one day to find her in the bathroom, passed out and the smell of vodka on her breath. You stood in the door way, a mix of shock and anger on your face.
âYelena!â You had shouted, startling her awake. She hurried up off the floor once she made eye contact with you, stumbling over to you. âBaby, youâre home! Iâve missed you,â she slurred. She attempted to wrap herself around you, but you stepped away, shaking your head, causing her to nearly trip and fall.
You were stood in the hallway now, arms crossed, clearly disappointed. She recomposed herself, leaning against the door frame. âWhatâs your problem? You were gone all day. Canât I show love to my favorite girl?â She beckoned, waving you towards her.
You kissed your teeth, eyes narrowed at her, âYelena, youâre drunk.â She gasped, shaking her head. âMe? No- no I am not. I donât do that stuff anymore, you know me,â she blabbered, clearly lying.
Sighing, you turned on your heel, heading towards the spare bedroom. She trailed behind you like a lost puppy.
Once you entered the room and flicked on the lights, you made your way over to the closet inside the guest room. You grabbed a clean pair of sheets for the bed. She watched you carefully, studying your every movement, causing you to shiver. If this had been different circumstances, you probably wouldâve been flush against her chest right now, but you were mad at her. You had to stay focused.
You changed the sheets carefully, once she had realized what you were doing, she ushered up behind you, gripping your waist once more. âNo, no, no, Y/n. It was just a few drinksâ I am not that drunk, I swear,â she giggled breathily, her eyes glossy.
You grimaced, not turning to face her. âGo away Yelena. We can talk in the morning, I donât want to be near you right now.â You shook your head, she whined in response, kissing your jaw and muttering soft, drunken, âIâm sorryâs.â
You pushed her off you, still upset, âNo Yelena, go to bed I donât want to have this conversation with you right now.â She stepped back, her jaw slack. She clenched it and rolled her eyes, closing them and inhaling deeply. She let a few tears roll down her face before walking away to the bedroom.
You both slept alone that night.
The next morning, Yelena was no where to be found. You had originally gotten up and prepared some, âIâm sorryâ pancakes. Accompanied by a frowny face made out of chocolate chips, but she wasnât in the bedroom, or living room, or anywhere. You sighed, calling her phone anxiously. Only to be met with her automated voice mail. You bit your lip, pacing around the house.
Hours had passed and you still hadnât heard from Yelena. You tried to go check outside, but you didnât see her in any of her usual spots. You checked bars, restaurants, fast food places, nowhere to be found.
After a few days of non stop calling, and endless searching, you gave up. You were sat on the couch, rewatching whatever crap was on TV, a large glass of wine in your hand. This was around your fifth glass.
You were about to fall asleep when you heard the twisting of the doorknob. You straightened up immediately, twisting your head to see who the unexpected visitor was.
The door opened and quickly shut, you made eye contact with a disheveled Yelena. Your eyes widened, you quickly rushed over to her, hastily forgetting about the TV show and wine.
âYelena Belova! Where the hell have you been?!â You shouted, your voice cracking, your eyes glossy, remnants of the wine on your breath.
She sniffed at you slightly, not responding, her face contorted into one of disgust. You were surprised, you hadnât seen her in a week and she was disgusted by you?
âYou reek, Y/n,â she spoke truthfully, eyeing your outfit. You had just showered, so you were wrapped in a soft black towel that you had just bought.
You stepped away from her, âWhatâs your problem, âLena? I donât see you for..days and the first thing you want to say to me is that I reek?â
âYou do. You have been drinking. It stinks.â She deadpanned, her voice faltering slightly. You swallowed hard, clenching your jaw.
âWhere have you been, âLena?â You asked, your voice softer than before. She sighed, shaking her head, âIâve been staying with Natasha. Figured she wanted to see me more than you,â she said, her voice cracking. Her tough exterior faltering.
âWha- why would you think that?â You breathed, stepping towards her, your arms grabbing her hips. âBecuase of the other night,â she whimpered, her eyes tearing up. She looked away from you, licking her lips anxiously. Her arms by her side, âand these past few weeks.â
You sighed, âYelena, I was more worried than I was mad. I just want to know whatâs going on with you. Iâm not a mind reader, but I care.â She looked at you, her nostrils flared as tears ran down her face. You reached up to gently wipe them away, causing her to laugh at you, âyou are so cringey,â she grinned, grabbing your wrist.
She walked you over to the kitchen table, sitting in one of the chairs, looking down at the table, her hands clamped together. You sat next to her slowly, your knees touching. She let a few moments of silence pass, gathering her thoughts before she finally looked up at you.
âMy missions, Iâve been feeling guilty about them. After I finish them I just imagine how you would see me ifâŠâ she swallowed, shaking slightly. You grabbed her hand slowly, urging her to continue. âIf you saw what I didâŠwhat I do. Youâd be disgusted by me, never want to see me again.â She whimpered, her lip quivering. She looked away from you, biting her lip.
You frowned, rubbing her back soothingly. She leaned into your touch, you felt her muscles relax beneath you.
âYelena, we met after you just got off a mission. You blew up a fucking building. That probably killed like five people, not to mention those who were actually supposed to be taken out on that mission.â You grinned, tightening your grip on her hand
She chuckled, nodding her head, listening to you as you spoke. âI fell in love with you then, you can guarantee Iâm going to keep loving you like this.â You promised, leaning your chin on her shoulder.
She let your words sink in momentarily before looking over at you, you straightened up, removing your chin and arm from her body. She smiled at you, her eyes still glossy and her cheeks still stained from tears. The sight of her like this broke your heart.
âI love you,â she whispered, before kissing you softly. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her waist lazily. Once she broke the kiss, she stood up slowly, the table creaking under her weight.
âIâm going to go showerâ She said, walking away towards the bathroom. You grinned at her, following behind her closely, âRoom for another?â You asked, she looked over her shoulder before speaking up, âalways,â
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Joyride
summary: being new at work is always embarrassing, but itâs even more embarrassing when your girlfriend shows up during the middle of your shift.
WARNINGS: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, probably ooc, yelena kind of teasing reader, jobs đ«©, JOHN WALKER, not proof read, thatâs all maybe
A/N: i need her so bad itâs not even funny anymore. where are the yelena fics đ. i feel like thanos rn, âfine..ill do it myselfâ itâs a little short but itâs cute methinks. ok bye
Starting a new job was always nerve wracking for you. Safe to say you werenât really a people person. It was your first week at a small tanning salon in NYC. It was quiet and tucked away into a small alleyway. Enough hustle and bustle to keep you occupied for the hours youâd be there, but not too busy.
The job was pretty simple; check people in, give them lotions, towels, goggles, then clean their beds after they left. It made you around $15 an hour, so who were you to complain?
Your coworkers all seemed very nice. They were very extraverted, far from shy. They made a point to make you feel at home right away. You were particularly close with Lydia. She was loud and talkative like the others, but definitely someone more your speed.
She had long blonde hair, bright makeup, haunting green eyes. She often wore dresses and Birkenstocks to the salon, which made you question a lot about her. In her defense though, she was in her second trimester of her fourth child. Sheâs bound to be tired of being dressed up.
Lydia often ranted about her husband, who seemed to be very similar to a man you once knew. He was abrasive, snarky, arrogant, overall someone you shouldnât marry. But when you have three kids and another on the way, itâs hard to get rid of a man like that.
During the middle of one of Lydiaâs never ending rants about her spouse, making you question if she really was with John Walker after all, a loud revving was heard just outside of the salon. Lydia, sat in front of you blinked slowly, âWhoâs that?â She smirked, eyeing the figure. You turned around, disregarding the goggles you were cleaning. Youâd be lying if you said you were surprised by who it was.
They had short, messy, blonde hair. Their roots were showing though. Their makeup, despite usually being flawless, was mildly smudged. They were in casual clothing, a T-shirt and jean shorts to combat with the New York heat.
You made eye contact with the person through the window, who shot you a playful look. âYou know them?â She asked, inching closer to you, âPass me their number when you get the chance.â She winked.
You coughed awkwardly before turning to face Lydia, your face pigmented slightly more than beforeâ despite being in the heat of the salon. âThatâs my girlfriend, Lydiaâ you deadpanned before standing up and walking towards the front door, âIâll be back!â You called out before rushing out of the salon.
You hastily rounded the corner, practically fuming as you looked at the motorcycle in front of you. âYelena! What are you doing here!? I donât get off until 8!â You huffed, crossing your arms as you stood on the sidewalk next to the motorcycle.
âY/n, finally. I missed you, wanted to see your face,â she said earnestly. Her thick Russian accent made her words all the more savory. You swallowed hard as she spoke, trying not to get flustered.
After you didnât respond, she spoke up again, âCâmon, letâs go for a ride. I brought your helmet.â she smiled as she held up the sparkly helmet she insisted you wore each time you rode the bike. In her words, âitâs harder to hit someone if they look like a disco ballâ which was evidently true, but still, you looked like a fool.
âNot a chance, âlena. I like this job, I plan on keeping it for a while.â You huffed, shaking your head as you spoke. Yelena stayed quiet for a moment, eyeing you up and down, examining your outfit. âHm, maybe Iâll like it here too if you come over like this everyday â She grinned, playing with the hem of your athletic shorts. You sighed, pushing her hand off of you, âNot laughing Yelena,â
Her smile faltered momentarily, âWeâve done it every where else, whatâs the difference?â She asked, returning her hand to rest on the handlebars of the motorcycle.
âEach time Iâve gotten fired for leaving the property during contract hours! Again, I really like this job, âLena..I want to keep it,â you pleaded, frowning at her slightly.
Yelena frowned back, âDoll, you donât have to do these minimum ehââ she paused, searching for the correct word, âtasks anymore. Valentina can cover the cost of you living in the tower too. Whatâs the issue?â She said, trailing her hand up your waist slowly. A small shiver crept down your back as she continued her trudge on your body.
âYelena, you know I donât want to be mooching off you and the rest of the team. Iâve been providing for myself for years, I can keep doing it. Besides, I like my studio apartment.â You said, your expression softening slightly as you wrapped your arms around her neck, leaning in closer to her.
She rolled her eyes, âYou are so stubborn,â she teased, rubbing your side. You shrugged slightly; pursing your lips and looking off to the side innocently, âguilty as charged.â
A few more moments of silence passed, the two of you sat there, looking at each other, enjoying the moment. Yelena smelled earthy with a mix of a little vanilla. A mix of her shampoo and your body wash, that youâve previously recommended.
âHey, by the way, who is blondie in there?â She asked, glancing towards the window, you looked back to see Lydia still standing there, watching the scene unfold. âOh, thatâs Lydia. One of my coworkers. Sheâs awesome, why?â You spoke, turning back around to face Yelena.
âSheâs been making goo-goo eyes at me all this time,â she grimaced before looking back at you. You squinted slightly, raising an eyebrow at her, âwhat do you mean goo-goo eyes?â You asked, your voice lower than before.
âYou knowâ the eyes you make when you really want me to kiss you, like earlier. Sheâs been doing that,â she said nonchalantly, waving it off.
You sighed, huffing slightly before shaking your head and moving away from her. Sighing loudly you spoke, âLena, Iâm going to go back inside and finish this shift. Weâll start talking about moving arrangements when I get off, leave the door unlocked.â
Yelena smirked at you before moving her hand off of you and back onto the motorcycle, twisting it slightly, causing a loud rev of the engine to set off. She winked at you as you bid her goodbye and walked back into the salon. She shook her head as she drove off.
Boy, Lydia was in for an awakening.
#yelena belova#yelena black widow#yelena x reader#john walker#bob reynolds#valentina allegra de fontaine#I need yelena bad
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Can SOMEONE write some Yelena fics please Iâm on my knees
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i want 50 avengers tower fanfics of the thunderbolts on my desk by morning do you hear me

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I love the thought of the new avengers showing up in doomsday with bob in tow and everyone else being like
âwho the fuck is thatâ
âbobâ
âwhy is he hereâ
âheâs our friendâ
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when im watching mbav and they start being mean to rory

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âsal x larryâ THE STEP BROTHERS?? THE
STEP FUCKING BROTHERS?:!4!4! WE KNOW BEETERRRRR
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