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I love u guys what?? 😭 you're to sweet. thank you for reading my loves <333

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- Liar Liar -

Wanda Maximoff x reader

summary - in which, you stumble upon the most beautiful woman you've ever seen while in search of a job you can put your piano skills to use at. The only thing? She's a teacher who thinks you're in search of lessons. All's far in love and music right?

a/n - wanda + music = me fucking dying. lol. haven't updated in a while that's my bad. i love you guuuuyyyyyysss.

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You hadn’t meant to lie.

You’d went into the slightly shady neighborhood in search of a job, preferably one that let you play piano- your passion- and still had a decent amount of pay so you would be able to afford that apartment you got recently.

It’s a small town though, and no one really has any need for music as they own record players and other forms of listening devices. No one cares about classical music anymore.

Maybe you should have listened when your father told you music would never be a good career.

So you gave up hope, walking downtown to the store to get a simple and cheap frozen dinner that you could watch while sulking in front of the tv. Being an adult is hard, and you often find yourself wondering what you would do if you had just been given one chance to go back in time and not rush growing up.

You heard the familiar and peaceful sound of piano, and just like anytime you hear it, you freeze in the middle of the sidewalk to simply listen. There’s a small store next to all the tall and beautiful ones, one that probably gets lost a lot in the sight of all the other, more important buildings. A young woman is sitting inside near the front, visible through the big glass window that you silently watch her through. Her skilled fingers dance across the keyboard, creating an aura in the world that has you stuck in a magical trance.

The song slowly goes quieter, and you watch her take a deep sigh before turning her head to look out the window- as if knowing you were there. You panic, blushing in embarrassment before you pretend to read the signs taped to the door.

A bright smile graces your face as you actually begin to read them. A few of them just talk about upcoming concerts in town square, but one big one smack dab in the middle catches your eye;

Hiring!

Tutors, managers, cleaners

$16.45 a hour

It’s not a lot of money, but it’s enough and you’d get to do what you love while seemingly getting to hang out with a pretty girl. It’s a win, win, win. For you.

“Sorry. That sign is old. My friend was supposed to take it down.” Someone quietly speaks beside you, and you almost jump in fear when you see that the woman you had previously been looking at through the window is now standing right next to you, staring blankly before she tears the sign off the door. She’s even more pretty in person, from her long auburn hair to her piercing greens eyes that most people would fear as she stares at you silently though all you feel is nervous and giddy.

“Right…well….do you still have any openings?” You ask, placing your hands in your pockets as you rock back and forth on your heels. She watches with curious eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

She answers quietly, a stark contrast to your happy mood, though she doesn't exactly seem upset. More like calm. “Yes. Lessons are 10 dollars for an hour and a half.”

You frown in confusion. Does she think you’re looking for a teacher? You go to tell her you’re looking to be a teacher, but your eyes fall on the little picture on the door that has a photo of her next to a few others of other people. Under her’s is the title; “owner and teacher”

“Would you be my teacher?” The words fall out of your mouth before you can stop them, so you purse your lips to stop yourself from saying anything else.

The girl’s lips turn upwards in the beginning of a smile. “Yes. I would.”

You practically grin, and it’s like you don’t even remember the several years of college you went through to get a career in music as you say, “Then I’d like to take lessons from you. I like piano. I want to learn how to play.”

She does smile now, nodding as she opens the door which makes the bell above it ring. “That’s great. Follow me and we’ll get you signed up.” You do follow her inside, taking in the beauty of the hidden shop. There are pianos and other instruments everywhere, ones that look worn out yet still pretty. Open songbook’s litter every open space and she gets to the front desk before digging through a pile of them for the forms you need to sign.

After signing way to many forms and paying a small fee, you shake her hand with the one that isn’t cramping.

“Thank you for choosing Scarlett's Melodies. I’m Wanda Maximoff. I own the shop and tutor most of the students.” You smile, squeezing her hand before you awkwardly place your hand in your pocket and introduce yourself.

Wanda. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

You obviously don’t say that though. Anxiety exists yall.

Instead you leave with a new found pep in your step.

That is until you remember that you just spent a ton of money and don’t even have a job. Wow. What the fuck is Wanda Maximoff doing to you?

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After that, you have to get a job, so you get one at the nice restaurant in town that your friend works at. You spend most of your day serving customers, taking orders, and cleaning, and the only reason you continue to do it is that every other day, you just have to think about the fact that once work is over, you get to go see the beautiful piano teacher.

It’s not hard to play down your skill, but it is a little bit funny every time you slip up and tell her you already know something and then have to make the excuse that you’re doing some studying on your own time as well.

Wanda has a sweet personality, though she is a bit cold and standoffish sometimes. You learn a lot about her over the past few weeks though, like her late brother Pietro, her friends Natasha and Clint who are also workers at the store, and how she came to love music so much as to start up her own store for it.

“You’re late.” She says when you run in six minutes past the time you’re supposed to be there, but her tone is light and teasing as she scans through some notes on her sheet music. She lets you take them home sometimes to study them, but you mostly just study her pretty handwriting and the little doodles she leaves for you to find.

You chuckle, taking off your coat and hanging it up next to her leather jacket near the door. The place is cozy and if not for the workers constantly running in and out, you’d say it feels more like a home than a store.

“Sorry. I was at work.” She nods as you speak, handing you a book she made more notes in before pointing over to a piano set up against a wall. It’s nicely toned and made of a beautiful wood, and once she learned it was probably your favorite, she “teaches” you at that one every single lesson.

You sit on the bench, trying your hardest not to blush when she rubs her hand on your back before sitting closely next to you. It’s one of your favorite parts of the lessons- when she sits close enough that you can smell her perfume. Vanilla with a hint of sage, and it’s quickly become one of your favorite scents.

“We’re gonna work on something a bit harder today alright? I think you can do it, but the notes are in a slightly weird pattern and may be hard to remember.” Wanda says, flipping to a page in the book before setting it up on the music rack.

It’s one of your favorites and quite easy to play after years of practicing, but you don’t tell her that.

By the end of the almost two hour lesson, you have pretended to learn the first part of the song, purposefully messing it up every once in a while so you don’t expose yourself.

You’re starting to feel a bit guilty about the lying, but then she smiles proudly and showers you in compliments and you forget all about it.

Wanda walks you to the door, leaning on the wall as you put on your coat and grab your stuff. You’re tired, but that feeling doesn’t even begin to compare to the one that comes when she holds your hand and smiles towards you.

“There’s a small event in town this weekend.” She starts, pointing towards the sign up on her big bulletin board. “A few people playing pieces, some nice food. I think you should join. You’re one of my most advanced students.”

You grin, hesitantly nodding. “I’d love to. That sounds like so much fun.”

The redhead nods as well, smiling slightly as she writes your name down on the sign up sheet. You’ll play after a few other students and teachers, and you must tell her what piece you want to play by tomorrow so you can spend the next few lessons practicing it.

With that you say your goodbyes, lingering in a hug with the Maximoff girl before you finally leave, walking home with a love sick smile on your face. Little did you know, the same one is gracing Wanda’s face as she closes up the shop and makes her way home.

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When the day of the concert comes around, you’re nervous.

You don’t know why. You could play this piece in your sleep, but for some reason, the same nerves that were with you during your first performance as a child are now fluttering around in your stomach as you sit on a piano bench in the town square.

Wanda is talking with some of the other students, and you try and distract yourself by looking at her with adoration in your eyes, but it all comes back at a higher level when she notices you and winks your way.

She’s so pretty, and you fight the urge to slam your head on the instrument as she finishes up her conversation and begins walking towards you.

“Hey hon. How you feeling?” Wanda stands behind you, rubbing your shoulders reassuringly as she reads over the notes on your sheet music. You shrug, blushing brightly at her touch as you pretend to be focusing on smoothing out your shirt of non-existent wrinkles.

“I’m okay. Kinda nervous.” You say, and the blush only deepens when she hums in understanding and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Don’t be. You’re going to be great.” Her words make you grin, and you lean your head back to rest on her stomach as she gently runs her fingers through your hair. Someone calls her name, so she gently caresses your face before patting your back and walking away.

Oh the things that Wanda Maximoff does to you.

While you’re waiting for your turn on stage, you get bored, so you sit back on the bench and begin to quickly play through one of the hardest songs you know. It took forever to learn and you still mess up every once and a while, but it still would sound beautiful to anyone and by the end of it, you do hear someone slightly chuckle in shock.

It isn't a happy laugh or happy shock though. That much you can tell.

“I didn’t teach you that.” A slightly bitter tone speaks, and you slowly turn around to come face to face with Wanda, fists clenched at her sides and a curious but slightly annoyed expression on her face.

You want to continue to lie, to tell her you’ve been working hard and her lessons are paying off, but no one who’s only been playing for a few months would be able to play that and she obviously knows the truth now.

“You wasted my time.” She says coldly, crossing her arms over her chest. She’s no longer the bubbly girl you’ve come to have the pleasure of knowing, instead going back to the closed off woman you first met. It’s all your fault.

You look down in shame, letting the bouquet rest by your side. “I’m so sorry Wanda.”

Wanda scoffs, glaring at you before she storms out of the room. She’s pissed, but a warm feeling settles in her chest at the knowledge you went through all of this to hang out with her, even with the thought that you don’t have a chance with her. You still wasted her time though, and you lied to her for weeks, almost months. How can she trust that you truly aren’t just some psycho?

You stay in the middle of town square, tears forming in your eyes as more and more people gather to listen to the other pianists. You’re falling in love with Wanda Maximoff, and up until this point, it’s only ever been clear and sunny skies. What are you supposed to do now that your first cloud has appeared?

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After that, you stop going to your lessons.

Wanda finds herself missing you every time 6 o’clock comes around and you don’t come sprinting into the shop with your work uniform still on, rambling about something a stupid customer did like you’ve known Wanda forever. It feels like that, that’s for sure.

You spend every day in an endless cycle. Get up, go to work, walk the long way so you don’t risk running into Wanda outside of her music store, work a nine hour shift, and return to your quiet apartment where you sit in silence and mourn for someone that still lives.

Maybe you should adopt a dog.

One especially rough day, you wake up late, your alarm clock having turned off during a storm last night and reset itself all while you were asleep. Because of this, you wake up with five minutes to get ready and even less time to sprint to work, so you can’t take the long way like you usually do.

It’s lightly sprinkinly outside, so you don’t bother taking a jacket in the midst of chaos. That was clearly the wrong decision, as only a few minutes into your walk there, it starts absolutely pouring, and just like that, your uniform is soaked and you’re shivering. You don’t have any time to go back though, so you fight on, staying right next to the buildings for a bit of protection and you don’t even notice the person carefully watching you as you fastly walk down the sidewalk.

“Hey!” Someone calls out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a familiar building. It’s calm and quiet music is playing somewhere, but all you can focus on is that Wanda is standing in front of you, holding out a dry towel for you to grab.

You hesitate, grabbing it and holding it closely around your body in hopes of stopping the cold feeling in your bones. It’s much warmer in here and the only rain is tapping against the window from outside, but Wanda is here and she looks at you with a type of distaste you’ve never seen before.

“I need to get to work. I’m late.” You mumble eventually after a few minutes of silence, but she just puts her hands on your shoulders and rubs them to bring you more warmth as she replies calmly, “No. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You go to argue, but she simply shakes her head and sits down at your piano on the other end of the room. She begins to play a simple but calm song, and she watches in the corner of her eye as you sink down on the couch next to the fireplace and slowly close your eyes. You’re still awake though, that much she can tell by the way your fingers tap along to the pattern of the music.

Finally she slowly stops the song, letting her hands fall to rest on her thighs as she stares at the keyboard with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Why would you lie to me?”

You open your eyes, watching with a guilty but sincere look as she chews on her lower lip and gently presses a few of the keys. “I’m truly sorry Wanda. I figured if we spent that time together, I would be able to learn more about you…in hopes of eventually asking you out. It was stupid, and wrong, and I’m sorry.”

She sighs, closing the keyboard cover and turning to face you. “If you had asked, I would have said yes.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Is she messing with you?

Wanda continues, “If you had just told me all of that when we first met, we could have gone out and gotten dinner or- or lunch or on a picnic like normal people.” You nod along, silently fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt. “So go ahead.”

You’re silent for a second, looking around as if wondering if she’s talking to you to which she giggles and nods. That laugh could fix all your issues.

“Wanda Maximoff, I’d really like to get to know you. The right way this time. Will you go out with me?” You ask nervously after clearing your throat and sitting up in your seat.

Wanda smirks, rubbing her chin as if in deep thought. “I don’t know…”

You laugh a bit when she does, though you’re too busy smiling brightly as she nods. “I’d love to go out with you. No lying to me this time though. And you have to teach me that song you were playing at the recital.”

“No way. A magician never reveals their secrets.” You tease, sitting next to her on the bench as she laces your hands together and says with her own smile, “Oh really? So I just agreed to a date for nothing? You’re mean.”

All is fair in love and music though.

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#CJ talks

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m0nsterqzzz · 8 days

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favorite song on the album currently? Florida. don't ask why.

one that I most relate to? who's afraid of little old me. once again no explanation.

I'm dyinggggg

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#CJ talks #the tourtured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift

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m0nsterqzzz · 8 days

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screaming, crying, throwing up. so long London???? sobbing. I was at a restaurant when it dropped, and my phone was dead, so I stole my bfs, listened to it, and was so close to sobbing in the middle of a Mexican restaurant. im actually gonna have a fucking mental breakdown.

#CJ talks #I'm gonna have a ducking panic attack #taylor swift #ttpd #the tourtured poets department

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m0nsterqzzz · 9 days

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(wife) Natasha Romanoff x reader

word count: 1.8 k

- Snow Day -

summary - snow days with your wife and kids

a/n - ahhhhhh i love snow and natasha.

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The moment Natasha jumps on top of you at 7am is the moment you decide to divorce her.

Not seriously, but you did threaten to as she shook your body and practically screamed, “It’s snowing detka!” You opened one eye and sure enough, there was ice frost covering the outside of your bedroom windows and you could see snow covering the trees.

“That’s nice honey. Now go back to bed.” She shakes her head, jumping off the bed and yelling as loud as she can- which is pretty fucking loud if you didn’t know-, “Kids! It’s snowing!”

Just like Natasha, your kids love the snow more than anything. Probably more than they love you. It's a few seconds before the cheering begins, and then your oldest sons come running into your room and jump onto the bed. “Wake up! Wake up!” Lev, the oldest, practically screams in your face, and then Andy- short for Anthony-, the middle child, lays his whole body weight on top of you. He’s fourteen years old, only two years younger than his older brother and eight years older than their little sister, but after years of working out with Natasha, he’s very strong and putting his whole body weight on top of you means basically cutting off your ability to breathe.

The sound of little footsteps entering the room makes you all stop, and Lena, your six year old daughter and youngest child, enters the room with her stuffed monkey in hand and crawls into the bed next to you. She loves the snow, but she also loves sleep just like you.

“Come here принцесса.” Lev mutters, grabbing his little sister from the bed and holding her in his arms. Her big brothers are her protectors, and if you and Natasha aren’t there to treat her like a princess, her brothers are.

“You wanna build a snowman little spider?” Andy asks, tickling her stomach as a method of waking her up. She giggles, a tired grin taking over her face as she looks out the window. “Snow day?” “Snow day Lena.” She nods, suddenly much more awake as she climbs out of his arms and back onto the bed. You think she's coming back to cuddle with you, but you should know by the devilish grin on her face- one very similar to your wifes- that is not true. She stands up on the bed, then lets her small body free fall onto yours. Was naming her after your sister in law (the one that totally did this shit to you a few months ago) a good idea? Probably not.

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And that's how you ended up gathering up all the scarfs in the house, which only turned out to be 4. Luckily, one of them was really long so you and Natasha can share it once you get outside. While the kids are in their rooms putting on thousands of layers, Natasha is in a tank top and leggings like she's about to go out on a run in the summertime. “Natalia. Where is your sweater? Sorry I meant, where are your sweaters? Plural because it’s fudging freezing outside.”

She shrugs, continuing to make six cups of hot chocolate despite it being 7 in the morning. You chuckle. “The kids only need one cup each Nat.” She nods, looking down at the cups with a nervous smile. “I know…..three of these are for me.”

You grab a few sweaters for her, forcing her to put them on and then standing in front of her holding in a laugh at the now balloon shaped form of your wife. “You look um….you look amazing honey.” She can't see you considering the beanie going down to her nose and scarf up to about the same place but she can hear you searching through your pockets for your phone. “I know what you’re doing! Do I look stupid to you detka?”

“Yes….and this is going on the Avengers Christmas card.” You snap the photo, running away from her when she begins waddling towards you.

You go stand out on the porch with her, waiting for your kids to come out and join you in the cold. Why they love the freezing temperatures will always be a mystery to you. When they come out, each kid is handed one cup of hot chocolate that they pull down their scarves to chug. They boy’s aren't too big as they’ve grown a lot over the years since you bought the pieces of fabric, but the new one you bought for Lena when winter season started is practically covering her whole head and Natasha has to pull it down in order to see the little girl's bright smile.

You take your seat at one of the rocking chairs you and your wife bought for your wrap around porch, piling several blankets over your lap and watching with a smile as the kids- that's including Natasha- run out into the chilly forest. When Lev was two years old and you had first adopted the few month old baby Andy, Natasha retired from her job as an Avenger and bought you and your kids a large piece of property and a big house. The land is filled with trees that kids spend evenings placing hide and seek in, and in the summer they go horseback riding with their mom. Natasha takes care of all the animals that live around the property and in the barn, and you spend days doing whatever you wish whether it's helping her or staying inside the house relaxing with the kids.

A snowball flies past your head, and you look up to glare at your wife. “Hey! Why are you looking at me? Look at them!” The redhead points to the kids, who stare at her bewilderment. “You know what? Fuck this.” You mutter, removing the blankets from your lap and running out into the snow. You form a snowball, hiding with your kids behind a stack of hay that Natasha left out the other day. Your wife was an Avenger, a spy, and a shield agent. That's all true. But you live with her. It’s not too hard to pick up on her habits.

You can hear her crunchy footprints coming up behind the hay, but the kids have already formed even more snowballs so you hold up three fingers, slowly putting each on down until you have zero left. They all jump up, practically yelling war cries as they hit their mother with snowball after snowball. You take this chance to run into the forest nearby, hiding behind a tree with several snowballs in hand.

Once they run out of snowballs and the laughter dies down a bit, you sneak out from behind the tree and begin throwing the snow at the back of your wife. The children laugh, but she turns to you with a devil-like grin and you instantly know you’re in deep shit. “Okay Nat….Nat….our kids are watching. They can't see me go like this.” You dramatically tell her, only bringing more giggles out of your kids.

“Get her mom!” Lev cheers, and your eyes widen as you look at him in mock offense.

“Whose side are you on kid?” You ask. He shrugs, holding up another snowball and throwing it at Natasha's head.

“Neither. Every man for themselves!” He sprints into the forest, Andy close behind him and Lena standing out in the open with no snowballs in hand.

Natasha grins at her, opening her arms for a hug. “Come here and give me a hug, little spider.” The six year old narrows her eyes at the Russian woman before sprinting after her brothers, but Natasha is already forming four snowballs when the little girl gets to the edge of the tree line.

You watch with a grimace as your wife throws each snowball at the back of the little girl, and the force of the snow makes Lena fall face first into a pile of coldness. You smack Natasha’s arm. “Natalia! She’s six years old!”

The redhead just laughs, turning her back to the forest as she grins at you. “She's my daughter. She can handle a couple snowballs to the face.” While she was defending letting her child get hypothermia, Lev and Andy were sneaking up behind her, each with a large pile of snow in their arms.

“Um….Nat-” You start with a giggle, but it's too late and the boys are lifting up the piles to drop them on top of her head. It breaks over her head, falling down in front and behind her like snow and leaving it all over her head and shoulders. “That was for Lena!” Andy yells and then they take back off to the forest, Natasha not far behind.

A few hours later, you watch as Natasha and the kids come back out of the forest, and then plop down in the snow with erratic breathing. You get up from your seat on the porch, walking onto the cold field and then laying down in it right next to your wife.

It's silent for a few minutes, but then the sound of shuffling begins. You look to your side to see Natasha moving her arms and legs, forming an angel looking shape in the snow. You all spread out a little before copying her movements. So that's what you guys do for like three minutes, before standing up and admiring your guy’s work. There are five different sized angels in the snow, the perfect replicas of you and your family.

“Mama. I’m cold.” With a small smile, Nat grabs her by her under arms and hoists her up on her shoulders.

“I think that calls for more hot cocoa.” “Tasha-” You go to tell her that they’ve already had too much sugar and that Lena is practically shaking due to a sugar high, but she’s making her way into the house with the boys trailing behind her before you can say anything. You chuckle to yourself, following after them.

She’s already grabbing the packets of cocoa powder once you get inside, and the boys settle themselves on the couch as you snatch them from her. She groans, sending you her best pout. You've been married to her for a very long time though and rarely fall for that anymore. “No. They can have something else.” The redhead widens her eyes, trying to put on a puppy dog's face that has you laughing harder than you ever had.

“Fine.” You’re not going to tell her that the only reason you said yes is because Lena was doing the face too. The little girls were much cuter. They cheer, beginning to heat up some milk to put in the hot drink as you go sit down on the couch with your boys.

Natasha and Lena join you guys, the older of the two sitting behind you on the couch so you can lay your back on her chest, and the boys let their little sister choose a movie which is why you end up watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Your wife isn’t focused on the movie though. She’s admiring you, how you chuckle at the funny parts as your eyes sparkle with joy.

Snow days are her favorite thing, but it’ll never compare to you.

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#natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #the black widow #black widow x reader #snow day #marvel x you #marvel

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m0nsterqzzz · 9 days

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the things i would do for salma paralluelo are not even funny bro.

she kills me ahhhhh

#CJ talks #salma paralluelo #my daily post for her.#she's so fineeeeeee #ahhhhh

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m0nsterqzzz · 9 days

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- Liar Liar -

Wanda Maximoff x reader

a/n - wanda + music = me fucking dying. lol. haven't updated in a while that's my bad. i love you guuuuyyyyyysss.

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You hadn’t meant to lie.

It’s a small town though, and no one really has any need for music as they own record players and other forms of listening devices. No one cares about classical music anymore.

Maybe you should have listened when your father told you music would never be a good career.

A bright smile graces your face as you actually begin to read them. A few of them just talk about upcoming concerts in town square, but one big one smack dab in the middle catches your eye;

Hiring!

Tutors, managers, cleaners

$16.45 a hour

It’s not a lot of money, but it’s enough and you’d get to do what you love while seemingly getting to hang out with a pretty girl. It’s a win, win, win. For you.

She answers quietly, a stark contrast to your happy mood, though she doesn't exactly seem upset. More like calm. “Yes. Lessons are 10 dollars for an hour and a half.”

“Would you be my teacher?” The words fall out of your mouth before you can stop them, so you purse your lips to stop yourself from saying anything else.

The girl’s lips turn upwards in the beginning of a smile. “Yes. I would.”

After signing way to many forms and paying a small fee, you shake her hand with the one that isn’t cramping.

Wanda. A pretty name for a pretty girl.

You obviously don’t say that though. Anxiety exists yall.

Instead you leave with a new found pep in your step.

That is until you remember that you just spent a ton of money and don’t even have a job. Wow. What the fuck is Wanda Maximoff doing to you?

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It’s one of your favorites and quite easy to play after years of practicing, but you don’t tell her that.

By the end of the almost two hour lesson, you have pretended to learn the first part of the song, purposefully messing it up every once in a while so you don’t expose yourself.

You’re starting to feel a bit guilty about the lying, but then she smiles proudly and showers you in compliments and you forget all about it.

You grin, hesitantly nodding. “I’d love to. That sounds like so much fun.”

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When the day of the concert comes around, you’re nervous.

She’s so pretty, and you fight the urge to slam your head on the instrument as she finishes up her conversation and begins walking towards you.

“I’m okay. Kinda nervous.” You say, and the blush only deepens when she hums in understanding and places a kiss on the top of your head.

Oh the things that Wanda Maximoff does to you.

It isn't a happy laugh or happy shock though. That much you can tell.

You look down in shame, letting the bouquet rest by your side. “I’m so sorry Wanda.”

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After that, you stop going to your lessons.

Maybe you should adopt a dog.

Finally she slowly stops the song, letting her hands fall to rest on her thighs as she stares at the keyboard with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Why would you lie to me?”

She sighs, closing the keyboard cover and turning to face you. “If you had asked, I would have said yes.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Is she messing with you?

You’re silent for a second, looking around as if wondering if she’s talking to you to which she giggles and nods. That laugh could fix all your issues.

“Wanda Maximoff, I’d really like to get to know you. The right way this time. Will you go out with me?” You ask nervously after clearing your throat and sitting up in your seat.

Wanda smirks, rubbing her chin as if in deep thought. “I don’t know…”

All is fair in love and music though.

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#wanda maximoff x you #marvel x reader #marvel #the scarlet witch x reader #the scarlet witch #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel x you #piano

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m0nsterqzzz · 10 days

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alright ima ranttt

my sisters pregnant.

damn. that's the rant.

#CJ talks #there is so much more i have to say but im in a pure state of shock and joy so???#i'll be back

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m0nsterqzzz · 16 days

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I KNOW NOBODY CARES BUT ALL MY FRIENDS ARE ASLEEP AND I NEWD TO RANT

ON THE 2 HOUR CAR RIDE TO THE AIRPORT WE ARE PICKING MY DAD UP AT!!

AFTER 486 DAYS, I GET TO SEE HIM AGAIN!!!

and this will probably be his last deployment so I'm so happy!!

#CJ rants #I'm....so....👹happy!#if u understand the taytay reference #military #military kid

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m0nsterqzzz · 16 days

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she's sooooo......

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I CANT PUT IT INTO WORDS HOW FINE SHE IS.

#CJ talks #someone take my phone away #cuz ahhhhhhh #salma paralluelo

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m0nsterqzzz · 19 days

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this is the realest shit i've seen today

SHE'S SOOOOOO

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Don't ask me shit just know that she's a fucking hottie

SALMA PARALLUELO THE THINGS THAT YOU DO TOO ME

Facecard + abs = immaculate combination

#salma paralluelo #CJ talks

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m0nsterqzzz · 19 days

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Feed Into Her Ego

pairing: katniss everdeen x reader

summary: after living in the woods for five years, your wife is shocked to find a little boy on your guy's doorstep

warnings: cussing? little mention of a wound, abandonment if that needs a warning? idk

a/n: this idea just popped into my head and i wrote it in like thirty mins lol :)

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She didn’t mean to scare the little boy. The child had caught her off guard, but the fear filled whimper he let out when she lined a arrow up with her bow and pointed it at him was one she wasn’t used to hearing after five years in the forest. The boy had stumbled backwards before taking off into the woods with clear determination to get away from this woman with an arrow pointed at him. The woods that Katniss knows like the back of her hand. The woods that someone who hasn’t spent half a decade hunting in would easily get lost in.

So, like any decent person would do, she sprinted after him. She couldn’t just let a young child run off into acres of land where only you, her, Peeta, and Haymitch would be able to find him. Granted, that’s a lot of people but still, she has to find him. “Kid! It’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you!” She yells out.

Avoiding ditches and dodging trees, Katniss screams out for the kid, and soon enough she's in a familiar clearing. Her eyes narrow when she sees you, basket of vegetables in hand and a little boy hugging your legs. The same little boy she's been running through the woods looking for. “Honey?” She hushedly says, and your head flies up to look at her with wide eyes filled with confusion.

None of your friends who live close enough for this child to be there have kids- as far as you know.

He looks like a capital child; sapphire blue hair cut short, pants in a similar color, and a bedazzled gray shirt. Even after the districts were joined together and the hunger games were demolished, some people who spent their lives in the capitol still dressed the way they used to. He’s clearly one of them.

Said little boy’s eyes widen when he hears the new voice, moving to hide behind your legs but still hugging them tightly. You nervously chuckle, reaching your free hand backwards to pat his head. Katniss tentatively walks closer to you guys, and the little boy takes a chance by peeking out from the side of his heading place. She sends him a small smile, but it's really futile as he just grips your legs tighter.

Taking control of the situation, you gently remove his arms from around you and turn around to face him. Squatting to his level, you send him your warmest smile. He looks scared, but not as scared as he looked when he ran over to you while you were gardening. “Hey bud….what’s your name?”

His gaze moves back and forth from you and your wife as he says, “Cyrus. Cyrus Snow. My Nana calls me Sun ‘cuz that’s what my name means.”

His eyes finally lock onto the bow and arrow in Katniss hands, and you face her for a second to send her a look that says, “you’re scaring him” She sighs, placing the weapon up against a tree and holding her hands up in surrender. He seems to calm down a bit more now that the bow is out of her hands, but his eyes don’t leave hers as he tells you, “She told me to give you the letter. She said you could help me.”

“Alright Cyrus. We can help you. Your Nana, what’s her name?” You ask, and he thinks about it for a moment before hushedly saying, “People call her Tigris. But we don’t see people very often.” Both you and Katniss freeze, your eyes going wide as you stare at him. He doesn’t look like the designer. If anything, he looks like Primrose, Katniss’s late sister, with his ocean blue eyes and face shape.

Cyrus reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, placing it in your palm. “It’s from my Nana. She says to give it to Katniss. Which one of you is Katniss?” He slightly miss pronounces her name, but neither of you correct him for now as you unfold the paper. Katniss moves a bit closer to read it over your shoulder.

Dear Katniss,

I am forever sorry.

Love,

Tigris Snow

That’s all that's written on the lined paper in some of the prettiest handwriting you’ve ever seen, and you flip it over only to find the other side blank. Katniss scoffs, beginning to pace back and forth as she mumbles stuff under her breath. Most of them sound like she's cussing out Tigris, and you can’t exactly blame her.

You're about to ask him something else when he winces, hand going down to hold on to the back of his leg.

“Hey…what’s wrong Cyrus?” He whimpers, his hand coming back covered in blood and your face pales. Taking a quick look at where his hand was, you see a pretty big scratch on the back of his leg through his ripped blue pants, probably from running in the forest.

You hastily pick him up, starting towards your home with your wife hot on your tail. “What are you doing?” She sharply asks, placing a hand on your shoulder to try and keep up with your pace.

Cyrus curls into your hold, placing his head in your neck as small whimpers of pain leave him. “I’m helping our friend's grandson.”

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So that’s how you ended up here, letting the little boy keep a painful grip on your shoulder as you use some medicine you made a while ago to clean his wound.

Katniss stands beside you, eyes never leaving Cyrus who sits on the bathroom counter.

He lets out a loud cry when you touch a certain part of the cut, his hands flying to grasp Katniss's sweater. She tenses, reaching out to awkwardly pat his head.

“You’re alright kid.” She mumbles, slightly relaxing as she runs her fingers through his blue hair.

You place some gauze over it and then wrap a bandage around his leg, successfully stopping the bleeding and helping it not get infected. “Okay Cyrus. You’re all good.” You say as you go to help him off the counter, but he refuses to let go of Katniss. She sighs before gently picking him up, letting him wrap his arms around her neck as she carries him out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the guest room that's reserved for when Peeta or Haymitch stay over.

She places him down on the twin sized bed that Haymitch complains about every time he sleeps over to which Katniss always replies, “Then go home.” and brushes his hair out his face. He’s still in his blue pants but now has a t-shirt of your wifes that goes down to his knees so he can sleep without the jewels on his shirt digging into his skin. Exhaustion is clearing taking over him, and he smiles tiredly at you guys before curling up into the blankets.

You guys stare at him for a few seconds before quietly making your way out of the room, closing the door but leaving it open just a crack so you can hear if he cries or yells.

Katniss falls flat on the bed with a huff as you chuckle and sit down on your side of the bed, grinning when she crawls up the bed to place her head on your stomach and wrap her arms around your waist.

“What are you thinking Kat?” You suddenly ask after watching her eyebrows furrow in thought for a while.

The brunette just shakes her head, placing a kiss on your stomach. “I…..why would Tigris send him here? Why did she need to send him anywhere actually? Is she…did something happen to her? Is she sick? When did she have kids?”

They’re all questions you don’t know how to answer, so instead you simply gently scratch her back the way you know helps her fall asleep.

“I don’t know. Maybe something is happening to her. Maybe this is temporary and she’ll come get him back soon. Maybe we’ll never see her again. But I know what we have to do for now; make sure he knows he’s safe and cared for alright? Tigris probably brought him here because she knew we could do that.”

Katniss scoffs at your words, rolling over to lay on her side of the bed. “No we can’t!” Her words are harsh and cold, but you know she's just nervous.

“Yes we can. And besides, we couldn’t exactly leave him in that forest to die.” She mumbles something under her breath, and you narrow your eyes as you ask, “What was that? Speak up Katniss.”

She sits up while running her hands over her face, making her next words come out slightly muffled, “Maybe that would have been better.”

You sigh, rubbing a hand up and down her back in hopes of relaxing her tense body. “You know that isn’t true. It would have never been better. We would have to live with that. WIth the knowledge that we could’ve helped him and we didn’t.”

Your wife is silent for a minute before she whispers, “His eyes. They look like Prims. He looks just like Prim. I can’t handle it.” A part of you knew this would happen when you noticed how much he looked like the young girl, but you figured your wife would close off her emotions before she would tell you about them.

“Prim…..Prim is a special girl. She changed lives, especially yours and mine. She did that so that we could be better people for everyone else in our lives. All that work she did to help us survive…to make our hearts pure, it can’t be for nothing.” She stares at you for a few seconds before she relaxes her body and lays down on top of you. Her head rests on your chest, your hands naturally reaching to play with her hair out of habit.

“You’re so wise my love.” The brunette whispers into the new found silence as if it’s a secret.

“It’s a gift.” You whisper back playfully as you watch the sun set outside of your guy’s bedroom window. Gale isn’t wise.

You two slowly fall asleep, the tiredness from going hunting in the morning and then finding a child in the woods finally catching up to you guys.

You stay in that position all night, Katniss sleeping soundly. It’s odd really. Most nights, she has nightmares. Even after all this time they still haunt her. They probably always will. But tonight, your bedroom creaking open is what wakes you up, not her erratic breathing and loud cries.

A little figure you can barely make out in the darkness walks closer to your guy’s bed, and it takes a second for Katniss to remember that there’s someone other than you two in the house and she shouldn’t attack. He seems to be on autopilot as he lifts himself onto your bed on the side your wife sleeps on and curls up next to you guys. You can get a better look at him now, the moon light coming in from the window making it easier to see the dried tears on Cyrus’s face.

“What’s wrong kid?” Katniss asks, her raspy voice coming out like it always does when she wakes up. He sniffles, reaching his arm out to rest on her back as he says, “My nana’s never coming back is she?”

Your wife lifts her head so she can face him before laying it back down. You just watch silently as she tries to figure out how to comfort him. Sure, you could help her and you will if she really needs it, but you believe in Katniss. She can do this.

“I…I don't know.” Cyrus deflates at her answer, a fresh tear sliding down his face and onto your sheets. “But….you wanna know what I do know?” He sighs and nods. “I know that you’re safe here. We’re gonna take care of you kid. I promise.” The blue haired child seems to slightly relax, scooting closer until he can finally throw a leg over the bundle that is you and your wife and lay on top of Katniss’s back. She just tiredly chuckles, as do you even though you can barely breath from the weight. And that’s how you guys fall asleep, keeping eachother warm against the cold night arm seeping in through your window.

When you wake up, neither Katniss nor Cyrus are there. It makes you panic at first, but then the sound of giggling and muffled voices makes you relax enough to lay back down for a few minutes before making your way out of the bedroom. You find your wife in the kitchen, music playing at a very low volume as she stirs something on the stove.

Cyrus is sitting at the table with a coloring book and crayons in front of him, a joke gift from Haymitch after he called Katniss childish for the thousandth time. He doesn’t look up from the messily colored page of a horse as you walk past him to greet Katniss.

“Hey my love.” You hushedly say, arms wrapping around her waist from behind.

She relaxes in your hold, leaning back with a small smile. Then she turns around, silently holding out a plate of breakfast towards you. You nod, thanking her with a quick kiss to the cheek before you join Cyrus at the table.

He glances up at you now, hesitantly smiling when you brush some of his wild, fluffed from sleep, blue hair out of his face so you can see him better.

“So I was thinking,” You start, gaining both his and your wife's full attention. “maybe I'll take you out to my garden today. Teach you about some of the things we plant.”

He grins humming in agreement, nodding as he spoons some oatmeal into his mouth.

“Then tonight we’ll go visit some friends of ours. Haymitch and Effie, and Peeta.”

The blue haired boy looks a bit nervous at the mention of meeting new people, so you try your hardest to make him feel better. “They’re so nice. I promise. Haymitch is funny, Peeta bakes the most amazing treats that I’m sure he’d love to share with you, and Effie is….well Effie is the life of the party.”

He sends you a small smile, nodding before he goes back to coloring.

“And then Katniss can take you out hunting.”

She swirls around to face you, mouth agape as she drops the serving spoon onto the pan. “I can?”

You glare at her over your shoulder, nodding with a tense smile. “Yes. You can.”

You two have a staring battle for a minute before she sighs in defeat, nodding. This happens a lot. You usually win. She says she lets you win.

“Alright then. It’s settled. But first, we gotta find you some clothes.”

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“Doesn’t he look adorable Kat?” You squeal, nudging her with your arm as you point at the little boy standing in front of you. You went through the attic and found some kids sized clothing in one of your wifes emergency boxes. She packs them and keeps them for safe keeping, “just in case.” just in case something happens, and you two have to start your own community somewhere else just like district thirteen did. It’s an understandable fear, so you let her.

She just nods, hooking her quiver to her back and grabbing her bow.

He does look adorable. You don't need her verbal agreement to know that. He’s wearing a puffy jacket that makes him look like a small marshmallow, jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. He’s also got some sunglasses you had lying around and are letting him borrow just because he likes them, and even though they’re big on him and slowly but surely falling off, he still looks so cute.

“Let's go kid.” The archer speaks monotone, holding the door open for him as he waddles out, you slowly following behind him. You’ll go out with them just to make sure everything is okay, but both you and Katniss know that you’ll probably go to your garden half way through the time she spends hunting. You always do.

Hunting is her thing, and gardening is yours.

She has many bows at home, but all of them are way too big for an eight year old. So she spent most of the morning making him a quick one out of a piece of wood that could 100% break at any moment. He loves it with his whole heart though, that much is clear as he grips it close to his chest and pretends to pose in the same stance your wife does when she’s about to shoot an arrow.

“So to start off, you always keep your hands right…here.” She demonstrates, eye twitching the same way it does every time she’s becoming annoyed when he struggles to do it and then drops it on the floor. Luckily, she’s had five years alone with her wife and annoying ass friends in the middle of nowhere to work on self control, so she just kneels down next to him and moves his hands to the exact spots they have to rest on.

“Alright. Then, when you see something, like an animal or….” She stops before she says “a person”, glancing at you and him before she clears her throat and continues, “You line up your arrow….” Katniss takes a deep breath, lining up an arrow with her bow and closing one eye as to aim it at the tree a few yards in front of her.

“And shoot.”

It flies towards the targets she’s set up from the many times she’s tried to teach you, and you all watch as it hits right in the middle. Bullseye. No big surprise.

Cyrus cheers, clapping his hands together as he puts his bow on the floor. “Again! Again!”

Katniss’s eyes soften as she looks at him, slightly smiling and blushing in embarrassment. She’s never been one to love the attention on her.

“Again? I can do it again.” He cheers louder, nodding as he points towards the bow in her hand. She looks at you, grinning as she gives you a look that says, “He liked my trick!”. It's always adorable seeing her getting excited over little things like this.

You could tell when he first showed up that Katniss wasn’t his biggest fan.

Maybe all he needed to do was feed a bit into her ego.

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#katniss everdeen x you #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games

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m0nsterqzzz · 20 days

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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m0nsterqzzz · 21 days

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i wish there was a button stronger then reblog for this.

Rip Madge undersee you totally would have had gay thoughts about johanna mason 🕊️

#madge undersee #the hunger games #johanna mason #thg

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m0nsterqzzz · 23 days

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fighting with parents is a different type of pain. they know just the right way to break you and make you feel bad for it.

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m0nsterqzzz · 25 days

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boops have been gone for 14 minutes and my heart feels empty. ima need to take the night to myself yall 😔

#CJ talks #tumblr boops

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m0nsterqzzz · 25 days

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alr ima rant and it's genuinely gonna make me sound crazy.

so when i was 13, my mom told me if i got in one more fight, she'd throw me out on the streets. (she uses that a lot. don't ask) anyway, me being me, i said, "DO IT! I DARE YOU!".

that night, i came up with a plan.

this is my thought process at 13:

pack a big but not to big bag with clothes and other necessities. If i leave at like 2am, I'll be far gone by the time anyone notices.

we lived in a small town, and i knew a lot of people, which meant I knew several highschoolers willing to sell me burner phones for cheap. I will get only important numbers. as much as it hurts, my siblings aren't part of that. destroy my old phone because they easily track that.

we have a Amtrak 25 minutes away. I'll bike there. I'm athletic, so i can get there fast and not be too tired. It doesn't cost extra to take my bike on, so I'll take that with me.

A ticket cost about 50 dollars just to get on the train according to my cousin, and it's possible to get one just to get on and then ride it until i run out of money.

you need verification of identity to get on, so show them your military id. thats government verification. They'll ask questions about your age, but unlike the airport, they allow people over 13 to get on without parents.

so thats that. I'll set aside a certain amount of money, and once I'm out of that, I'll get off the train. Hopefully I'll be a bit away.

im trans (known since i was 11) so i would just go by my boy name (current name) CJ and tell everyone I was a boy. I'd cute my hair, and everyone will know me as CJ. it'll be harder for people in my old life to find me.

Homeless shelters ask for verification and won't give you help if you don't tell them your info or your parents info, so they can't help.

a hotel is the same way, but a motel is a lot less stern.

my druggie aunt used to stay at this trashy cheap one near the freeway, and according to my mom, it was about 35 a night. That's at least a few nights I can stay, and during those times, I'll find work.

Obviously, since I'm young, nobody will hire me, epically without parents around.

So a babysitter, gardener, or pet sitter is the choice. One of those. I have two dogs at home (this was the hardest part of the plan. i didn't wanna leave them, but you cant bring dogs that aren't service animals onto the train and i couldn't even pretend they were) so I'm good with dogs, and I'm just naturally good with kids.

though it's unknow, these actually pay quite a lot. About enough to pay for one night at the motel after every job and food from dollar tree. no need to be fancy.

I may have to spend a few nights on the street, but I will sit in a 24 hour Dennys until they kick me out and then I'll sleep outside it. There is always people in that, so they can probably protect me. If not, I've been taking karate since I was 3. I can defend myself, and truly just pray all goes well.

a few years later, I'll be 16, and it'll be easier to get a better job to afford a better life (probably a little hard because of no school but it's fine). I'll still live in the motel, but at least I won't be surviving off scraps and garbage. At that point, I may have sold my bike for extra money. if not, that's how I'll get around.

then, at 18, I'll have been saving up money for a few years and will probably have enough to splurge on a fancier motel thats less dangerous. By then, people will have hopefully stopped looking for me, and I can live in peace.

Me now:

and did you think about taxes kid?

so in conclusion, I know we all had a time when we walked down the street with a suitcase and stuffed animal and said we were running away. this was mine.

#CJ rants #now realizing just how crazy i sound #please tell me someone else did this too.#please.#DO NOT TAKE THIS AS ADVICE.#I NEVER ACTUALLY DID IT #SO I DONT KNOW IF IT WORKS.#DONT RISK GETTING IN MUCH TROUBLE WITH THE LAW

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