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Mutuals in different timezones:

Turn based friendship

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“I’m fine.”

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Season 5 isn’t all sad, we do get this gem of an exchange:

“You’d be surprised how often shield is mentioned”

“We have a small but active fan base”

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Me searching x reader fics after gaining a new fictional crush after watching a movie/serie

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Ana de Armas

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The little mutual label that appears after your URL in my notifs are friendship bracelets to me btw

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Loving You Is A Hard Price To Pay

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Eve Macarro x Reader

Summary: Do not fall for an assassin.

Word count: 1.6k

Friends with benefits, Angst with a happy ending, Implied smut, Suggestive language.

Beta'd by @mmywanda

Masterlist | AO3

Eyes closed, breathing labored, your body following her rhythm in perfect sync. Your left hand gripping the sheets and your right one scratching at her back, hoping to stabilize yourself. Messy lips travel down your neck to your chest, as the world around you disappears.

This is your safe place—in your own bed, with an assassin over you, at least twice a week.

It's not an ideal situation, but you never feel more at ease than when you're with her.

How this arrangement came to be, you can't remember, it was so long ago that you don't even bother trying. All you know is that every couple of days, Eve comes to your place and makes you feel so good you forget your own name.

You just wish it was easier watching her walk away every single time, without a beat of hesitation, or even a tinge of remorse. Never once looking over her shoulder back at you. Leaving you with no choice but to stare at her tattoos, each line seared into your brain.

"So, what are you doing later?" you ask casually after your encounter, lazily laying on your side, watching as she comes down from her high.

Her phone beeps with a notification and she quickly reads it before responding to you, "I have to work. You mind if I use your shower?"

You're taken aback, not by her request, but by the abrupt shift in her behavior, it makes you shrug awkwardly and mumble, "Be my guest."

She stands up, fully naked and makes her way to the bathroom, once the door closes, you slump back on the bed with a sigh.

The water runs for exactly five minutes—she's nothing if not efficient—and after another five minutes, she comes out with her hair still wet, but the rest of her looking impeccable as always.

She gathers her things and, without so much as glancing at you, she utters as she leaves, "Bye."

Two weeks go by without Eve coming to see you. You text her and she replies curtly, just enough for you to know she's alive.

Then, without previous notice, your doorbell rings and you answer it to find a stoic Eve, wearing a gray sweater. It's very akin to one you used to have, now presumed lost to the many moving boxes across the years. The ends of the sleeves look over stretched by her grip.

You let her in and she makes her way up to the bedroom like she always does, but this time, she keeps her head down with a splash of doubt in her steps. Her attitude prompts you to watch her in curiosity until she’s out of your sight.

You’re in no rush and you hope she isn’t either, as you go finish what you were doing before you meet her upstairs.

When you open the door, she's sitting by the edge of the bed, reading one of the books she found on your shelf.

In the dim light, she almost looks soft—of course, Eve Macarro isn't soft, she's a menace. A menace wearing a fuzzy gray sweater.

You enter slowly to announce your presence and not startle her, "Ready?" you ask tentatively, seeing as she's completely enthralled by the book.

"Just a second." She flips to the next page, and continues mumbling the words she's reading.

The amusement in your face is obvious, but she's too distracted to notice, "Are you trying to finish the chapter?" you half joke, but to your surprise, she hums positively.

She finally reaches the end of the page and closes the book, lifting her gaze to look at you, "I really like this one." It is only now that your realize her voice is coming out a lot sweeter than usual. A spark of hope grows in your chest at her showing you her more sensitive side. Maybe you two are finally on the same page.

You don't realize you're lost in your own head until her words break you out of it, as she's by the shelf, returning the book to where she found it, "I’m ready."

Your encounter today is a lot gentler, with her letting you take control way more than she ever has before. It's a very welcome change of pace, knowing it can't be easy for her to be so tough and commanding all the time.

Once you're both done, you get off her and lay beside her. Her eyes remain tightly shut as her lungs slow their tempo. After a beat, you can't hide the worry in you any longer, "Are you okay?" you whisper lightly.

Eve nods her head repeatedly, as if she was trying to convince you, but her eyes remain closed.

"I'm gonna get you a glass of water." It's the first thing you can think of to give her some space to recover. You leave the room and go check on a couple of things before you get the water, so Eve can have some privacy.

When you come back, your bed is made and you find her in the exact same position she was when you first entered the room, hours ago—Fully clothed, with the gray sweater on, sitting by the edge of the bed, reading deeper into the book she found on your shelf.

It's almost like no time has passed, like you didn't just spend two hours exchanging fluids.

You hand her the glass as she's finishing the last chapter, and she closes the book before accepting. Dark eyes look up at you when she takes it, "Thank you." The sugary coat in her voice has now completely dissolved, with just the hard-shell Eve on the outside remaining, once again.

You feel the walls grow around her, deep in your bones, and, when it comes time for her to leave, she does it in the same cold hearted way.

But this time, it feels different. Like a betrayal. Like she led you into a false sense of hope, and she used you, as the perfectly calculated assassin she is.

You figure that two can play that game.

During your next encounter, you decide to be everything she's ever dreamed—giving her everything she asks for, and going for as long as she wants. Only to pull the rug from underneath her afterwards.

Today, you wait for her to completely come down from her high and have her eyes on you before you speak, "I met someone the other night." But before you finish your sentence, Eve is already looking at her phone.

"Oh, yeah?"

You feel hot heat at the tip of your ears as you continue trying to bait her "We went to see Swan Lake and then to a very nice restaurant for dinner."

Eve only hums in response, emotionless, still distracted by her device.

"She spent the night here," you spit out like venom.

She glances at you for a split second, before dismissing you entirely, "That's nice."

"I am telling you I fucked another woman on this very bed!" You lose all your composure.

Her dark eyes finally focus on you, as she lowers her phone to her lap, and answers in a monotone voice, "Yes, I got it, I don't care." There is really not an ounce of concern in her. It makes you furious.

In a fit of irrationality you take the phone away from her, "Maybe I want you to care, but I guess that's on me for thinking you were capable of having emotions."

At that, she turns defensive, with a confused frown, "What is going on with you?"

"You don't care about anything, do you?" Her phone in your hand pings with a notification, making you both look at it, "Anything that isn't your stupid job."

Eve snatches the device back matching your intensity, "It's not stupid!"

"Yes it is, you kill people for a living!"

She remains silent, and all of a sudden, you can hear your own heartbeat.

You fixate on an arbitrary point on the bed, as your sight becomes blurred by tears, "Just leave." It's barely a whisper.

"What?"

Your voice shakes, "Get out of my house, I don't wanna look at you."

Begrudgingly, she gathers her clothes and walks to the door, but she stops right before twisting the knob and turns around, thinking about her words for a long moment, "I do care about you, okay?" her softness makes you look up, "I care about you so much that I want you to be happy with whoever you choose. I don't want you to feel like you're tied down to me."

Your breathing becomes heavy as you stand to meet her again, "The only version of my life where I am truly happy, is the one I get to spend it with you." Her eyes travel between yours, as you place your hand on hers on the knob, "Tell me you don't want this, and I promise to let it go."

She swallows thickly, "What if you regret it?"

"Then that's my mistake to make."

A light smile graces her lips as she pulls her hand off the door and catches yours by her side, "You are crazy."

You chuckle in relief, "At least I don't kill people for a living."

"It pays well..."

"Enough to take me to see Swan Lake?"

She smirks, "Enough to take you anywhere in the world, darling."

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Marvel will have my heart the day they bring Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Into the main mcu!!!

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all these people in doomsday and still no daisy johnson… they failed aos so bad 🙁🙁

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KATE BISHOP — HAWKEYE // S01 E05: "Ronin"

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