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little-miss-dilf-lover · 4 months

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ooohh, alr,,! so can i pls request tan x crybaby and soft!reader. can it be abt how tan is always "mean" to everyone and then he is accidentally mean to the reader? (not wanting to ask too much but can the fic pls have some smut? i would love to see how tan would treat the reader) u can also do this w pietro if u want. Sorry that my request is long, luv ur work and baiii :)

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hii bby!! love love it! must admit I did kinda steer off course a little bit. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

MAKE TIME

tangerine x fem!reader

word count. 1089

warnings. 18+ only!! tiny bit of arguing, tan being a bit of a turd, but a total cutie after!! fingering, horny brainrot from writer. mdni

Tangerine is always coming and going with work, that his mind is often detached - thoughts spread out in more than one place at a time. Sometimes, it's hard for him to adjust to his surroundings, especially when he's constantly filtering between locations.

Though, when he's with you, he's home. Back in your shared house, he's finally settled.

But that doesn't stop him from bringing work home - he'd spend hours locked in his office, planning schedules and routes for upcoming missions, never once giving you an ounce of attention during his minimal time at home.

You knew what you signed up for, though you hated how insignificant you felt compared to his work. You didn't like how he'd be so blase when it came to failed, planned date nights, how he'd be casual about cancelling for the fourth time in a row. You knew work was important to him, but eventually, you were hoping his view would change - that he'd value you more than some silly little mission.

Tangerine had returned home from an assignment a mere hour ago, and all he had given you was seven measly words. You were planning on allowing him some time to adjust to being back home - to clean up, to clear his mind, but he never joined you back downstairs.

You weren't angry or upset about it - you just felt disappointed. You always gave Tangerine leeway, constantly allowing him the benefit of the doubt; maybe he was tired from travelling or that he saw something gruesome. You were always sure to see from his side, so you often felt wounded when you didn't get the same treatment.

You wait on the sofa, phone in hand, as you consider sending him a text. Sending him a slither of your frustrations, but you decide not to - not wanting things to escalate.

And just like that, you hear footsteps trickle down the stairs, Tangerine accompanying the sound.

"Hi," you call out from your spot on the sofa.

Your greeting goes unheard, your voice blocked out by his phone call.

"Mate, gimme a sec," he says into the receiver, pulling his phone away from his ear as he meets you.

"Oh, you got time for me now?" you quip.

"What's that now?" he asks, his tone alarmed. "Mhm?" he repeats, brows furrowing.

You hear his friend make a snidey comment through the phone - something that loosens a screw in Tan's head. You watch from a near distance, seeing the change on his face.

"Alright, mate. Yeah, that's enough. I got it," he angrily dismisses, ending the call.

"What was that about?" you ask, perching higher from your corner spot, showing interest.

"Why would'ya fuckin' say that?" he snaps at you, eyes narrowing. "Now, I got him in my ear giving me a fuckin' bollocking and you—" he cuts himself off, watching the way your bottom lip wobbled under his reprimand. "No, love. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that— he just got in my head, and I—" he rambles, quick footsteps carrying himself to you.

He sits at the edge of the coffee table, facing you, taking your hands in his. "Darlin', that weren't meant for you," he hushes, thumbing over the back of your hand. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," you shrug, wiping your eyes with your shoulder. "I know," you sniffle, blinking away a few tears.

"No, it ain't," he shakes his head and slips a hand from your grasp, swiping away the wet under your eyes. "Did you mean that a minute ago?" he asks, his tone hesitant.

"Mean what?"

"About me not having time for you," he asks, eyes following you when you divert from his gaze.

You shrug once more, closing your eyes before nodding.

"Is that what you think?" he quietly questions.

"Kind of," you whisper. "Sometimes I don't feel important to you," your words soften, speaking like you were reluctant to share.

"Love," he draws out, hushing you. "That's—" he sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I never want you to feel like that... I guess I have been neglecting you lately," he admits. "The work is never-ending. My head is always frazzled, and I always try to get it done fast, so I have more time with you, but—"

"I know," you reassure, slipping your hand into his. "I understand."

"How about this..." he proposes, leaning in to give you a chaste kiss. "I take some time off. And I can take you away? Really show how much I love you."

Your smile widens, eyes practically lighting up. "Okay," you nod, leaning forward to kiss Tangerine's lips. "I'd love that."

"Yeah?" he grins, almost boyishly. "Good. I'll make some calls later."

He brings your face back towards his, cupping your cheeks and kissing your lips soft and sweet, guiding you backwards - pushing you against the couch so he can hover above. He rests a hand on the back of the sofa, using it as stability as he towers over you, caging you.

He parts from the kiss, both of you breathless from the sudden desperation it had turned into. His grip loosens from the side of your face, and his palm slowly travels downwards, slipping over your tits as he continues down. He runs his hand down your t-shirt-covered stomach, halting when he reaches the waistband of your lounge shorts.

"I have some time now," he offers, his tone teasing as his hand slides down the front of your underwear, fingers dancing over your slit. "Would that get me out the dog house?"

"Maybe," you reply, voice airy when you feel his thumb press over your clit, slowly circling it. "Possibly," you add, spreading your legs.

He hums, a soft, sultry coo against your skin, lips barely brushing yours. Dipping the pad of his middle finger between your folds, delving slowly into your cunt til the last knuckle. Long, thick finger wedged into you so nicely.

You keep him close to you, hands engulfing the sides of his face as you meet his lips, copying his slow, sloppy kisses. He begins pumping his finger inside you, hooking upwards as he rocks it into you, swallowing those pretty little sounds you make so well.

He slowly adds his ring finger, joining it with his other - spreading you ever so slightly, leisurely fucking you with his two skilled fingers.

"I'll let you cum if you forgive me," he teases, picking up pace, rubbing against that gummy spot. "Say you forgive me, darlin'."

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tan taglist: (tagging bc it’s not a blurb/drabble) @tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @astermath @dynamitehacke @boldlyimportantface @charmedkim @fruitlovertangerine @psiiconic @bubblezuku @soradiccherryblossom @landryslove @daenerys-supremacy @dontknownameauthor @honestly-who-even-is-this @simplyreflected @apxtowiris

#request #😾#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x you #tangerine smut #tangerine x fem!reader

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rebouks · 4 months

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I'm using simblr gratitude day as an excuse to take a leaf outta @akitasimblr's book n' do a sunday faves/crushes style post to appreciate some of my fave blogs i scour for updates on the reg 👀 believe me, the list is 100x longer than this but it's 23:40 the night before cos i ran outta time and y'girl is tired AND stuck in the office tomorrow sdkjskdj...

@simlit - for the one of the most unique takes on a "bc" i've come across, with interactive polls and all! great character building too.. and impeccable screenies/worldbuilding 🤤

@lynzishell - for the cutest, realest characters i feel like i could be neighbours with, i bet i could barge in and join em for dinner and they prolly wouldn't mind 🤭 but also 'cause ur so sweet and supportive and ily <3

@citylighten - for a grittier story with complex characters, amazing shots and a dash of crime-.. oh and lots of hot, hairy men (not u, Ben) and strong women that tickle my pickle.. i need to see more Pietro soon or i may cease to exist skdsk

@rainymoodlet - for the hottest man tiddies on simblr and the most ridiculously ambitious bachelor challenge EVER, idk how ur keeping it together Shan but we love u for it and i can't wait to see who wins Dan's heart and the journey's all the lil pixels you've adopted have along the way ;-;

@akitasimblr - not only for the wealth of positivity you bring to simblr in general but your various gameplay/challenges that regularly liven my dash, and your unbridled love for my pixels too.. it's very special to me and so are you! 🤧

@zosa95 - for the queen of the cookies!! 🍪 and also because you created Edith, the legend.. and because Gemma & Markus are back and i love them as much as i love youuu.. your insightful comments (among some others in this list that may or may not result in a slightly chaotic comments section more often than not 👀) give me so much joy and so many of you make my day with ur support :')

@natolesims - i love ur approach to storytelling via the nsb challenge and the way you combine the silliness of the sims with the real emotions of the characters u create with it.. i always find myself checking in on Grey to see what he's been up to 🤭

@treason-and-plot - one of my faaave ts3 blogs, i'm obsessed with your characters and your writing! i'm forever on my toes waiting to see what happens next 👀 and the fact that u and those that follow/read along still have so much fun with ur story gives me so much hope that i'll still be here long after.. whatever the hell comes after ts4 😌

like i said.. there are so many of u i could list here so pls just know that ily all and could find a million and one amazing things to say abt you all if i only had the time! <33333

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts3 #?!#simblr #simblrgratitudeday #truly go could on forever #always love doin stuff like this but also don't do it very often cos it makes me feel bad for those i “missed out” ;-;#pls don't feel left out tho!! ILY ALL SM #<3

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wandaxpietro · 2 months

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another ask because this is the only way I know how to contribute to the Maxicest/ScarletSilver fandom (wish i could do more but college is p a i n )

but imagine if Pietro and Wanda just came out and told everyone they're dating/in love (whether as a joke or if they're being serious or idk) I am willing to bet a majority of their friends/coworkers/acquaintances/enemies would either be like: "we knew lol" or "you haven't already???" or be supportive or neutral to their relationship.

But I'm wondering... how would Magneto react? How would Lorna react? How would Magda/Marya/Natalya and Django react? (if they were alive to see it) How would Vision or Crystal react?

Hell, how would Billy and Tommy react? And Luna too? (marvel pls bring her back :((( plsss)

i feel like in the current SW&QS comic run, there will probably be some in-universe comment/rumors that since are Pietro and Wanda are together again, that they are together.

(might ask more questions/thoughts/random blurbs later ://)

ah i think you're more charitable than i am... i don't think most people who know them would be okay with it. they all probably know to varying degrees -- especially their close friends -- it's the deniability that saves it for them, that makes them able to ignore all of it. the avengers (the ones that are close to them, that is) all know, all have seen the twins in weird situations, but they've gotten very very good at looking away. none of them want to know. i think they'd be highly uncomfortable if they came out with their relationship officially, because that'd mean they can no longer ignore it, y'know? i don't think most would start a fight about it or a confrontation or anything, but they'd get weird around the twins.

(on a side note, i think clint is one of the people who'd get actually angry for a while lol. that moment when you're bisexual and your two crushes are dating etc etc. also i think carol would ask wanda if she's alright, if pietro's forcing her into anything, which would make wanda really mad. janet i think is smart enough that she's realized for a long time they're in love & knows something like that isn't going on but she wouldn't be very comfortable, either. the one i think who's most likely to "accept" it is actually tony bcuz i think he genuinely wouldn't give a fuck lol)

that aside! now for the ones you actually asked about lol. ah it's difficult.

magneto - depends on when he'd find out. during brotherhood times, i don't think he'd care, because he didn't really care about them to begin with. once he finds out they're related, at the very beginning, i think he'd be appalled but there isn't anything he can do about it, since he's an absent father trying to reconnect and has no rights to his children. once they're in the family dance for a while, he's grown a bit demanding, esp towards pietro, if that makes sense? so i think he'd probably argue with them about it lol. i don't think he'd like it, not so much bcuz of personal disgust, but mostly bcuz of optics. but also bcuz he has a desire for his children to live normal, happy lives (as much as he has trouble showing them that normally lol) and i think he'd think that would interfere with that. he's also very good at ignoring it, however -- before he'd officially find out, ofc, but after, too. he just conveniently "forgets" it. maybe starts introducing both of them to other people. they hate it.

lorna - i think lorna knows. i think she's known for a long time and while she was disgusted by it at first (and also strangely jealous; she doesn't want either of them but they've always been so close and she never had that. she doesn't have a sibling that's primarily hers, if that makes sense) i think she came to terms with it over time, enough so that she'd be pretty alright with it if they went official.

i honestly don't know about magda, django, marya and natalya... i think magda would have a lot of compassion after everything they've been through, but would treat it as an unfortunate side-effect of all of the twins' trauma, if that makes sense? she loves them a lot, though. the rest of them i don't know. i can't see any of them liking it, but marya and django might just be happy they're both alive and happy, you know? i feel like natalya would want more for them, similarly to magneto, bcuz she doesn't quite get it. but no one does. so yknow.

so billy and tommy are their kids. we know this. i think tommy wouldn't care, tbh. i can't see him being fazed or disgusted by it, also i think he'd be happy to find out pietro is his dad. they already get along, and he doesn't have a lot of people who care about him, and who want to spend time with him (vision never did lol). idk about billy..... i think he dearly loves them both but i think he might just think wanda could do better (lol). i think he'd be vaguely uncomfortable, but pietro would never play dad if billy didn't want that, so i think they're fine-ish? he'd probably get used to it eventually even when he's not thrilled. idk if he'd ever see pietro as his dad. also i think he's also known for a long time but he hasn't gotten over it like lorna has.

as for luna....... honestly she's genuinely a weird kid. she can see people's emotions & i can't see her caring much about "human" taboos. she's from a royal family, and her aunt's husband is also her aunt's (distant) cousin. i think she'd be fine, lol. she can see the love between wanda & pietro -- and tho she probably didn't realize (or didn't want to; bcuz that'd make things complicated) that it was romantic, too, she'd be relatively fine, just happy that her father's happy. she's long since been over crystal and pietro's marriage, so that doesn't bother her, either.

#i'm sorry if this feels like a pessimistic view lol #but i genuinely can't see most of the people surrounding them as actually fully supportive #also i think wanda & pietro wouldn't ever officially come out as a couple. it's been a secret for a long time #and at some point it's not really a secret anymore -- w and p don't treat it as one anymore either -- but no one talks about it #it's like an open secret. people who want to can safely ignore it most of the time #but then they'll catch a clandestine moment and be reminded. lol.#anyway!#answered #i should probably start tagging these asks #scarletsilver #maxicest

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costelhateaccount · 8 months

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Luna Maximoff; matchmaker extraordinaire.

A/N: yeah so I'm a quicktaser stan and wanted to do a Little Something! I firmly believe Luna deserves more love and wanted to include her so!! A parent trappy au where Luna attempts to set up her dad with her teacher! No powers au bc that's fun too uwu! I might post this elsewhere but we'll see! I wrote this in the one and on mobile, so if there's any major errors lmk!! I also had struggles doing italics on mobile, anyone else had that problem? It just highlights the whole para after I've done one word in italics and even when changing everything else BACK it just reverts back to italics?? Idk fellas

Anyway!!! Pls enjoy this self indulgent fic of Luna trying to set up Pietro and Darcy!! It's not finished and I'll prolly do a part 2 for this!

Luna Maximoff is seven years old and an expert in love, thank you very much.

She's watched basically all the Disney movies, how can't she be after that? Plus Anastasia, which is one of her absolute favourite movies of all time. Which is why, of course, she totally believes that her dad is giving Miss Lewis goo goo eyes.

Her mother and father had split up two years ago now. It had been a tumultuous marriage, doomed to fail from the very start. Her parents had loved each other, once. Before the arguing started, and then her dad leaving every other night to sleep at auntie Wanda's, and then her mother no longer wearing her wedding ring.

Custody was 50/50, with Luna spending two weeks with her mother, and then two with her father. It had been rocky, at first, with her mother demanding more time with Luna, despite the fact that she was an incredibly politician who more often than not left Luna with either a nanny or her uncle. She didn't mind too much, she still loved her mother despite the busy schedule... and her new boyfriend, the real estate agent.

He wasn't bad. Just incredibly boring. She was incredibly confused about just what her mother saw in him.

Her father, on the other hand, hasn't dated much at all. Not to her expert knowledge, of course. Her auntie Wanda, upon being grilled by a seven year old girl, just told her that her father was happy being single and focusing his attention on his job and his daughter.

Luna thought that was stupid, to be honest. Because her dad was great and deserved to be happy!

Which brings her to Miss Lewis. Her totally rad and pretty teacher, who gave them movie days every other week to "decompress" and relax, and who drew the best smiley faces on papers and tests, and who was always willing to listen and help her students as best as she can.

She used to have a boyfriend, maybe, Luna remembers her wearing a ring on her left hand like her mom and dad used to. But, as of three months ago, it had disappeared. Strange!

So, naturally, this totally means her dad should ask her out. Obviously. It's a win win! They'd both be super happy, and Luna would maybe get more of those baked goods Miss Lewis brought in for movie days.

Everybody wins!

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Mr Maximoff was, in all honesty, the most painfully handsome man Darcy Lewis had ever clapped eyes upon.

Totally unprofessional thought, but who fucking cares, not like the staff didn't gossip about parents. Namely how smokin' divorcee single dad Maximoff was.

Occasionally, his sister would appear to pick up little Luna, and the woman was also drop dead gorgeous in a way that had Darcy questioning her sexuality for about an hour after pick up. What the hell was up with their gene pool? Who just IS that attractive?

But, this is Darcy Lewis. She keeps her cool, keeps professional.

Until, that is, it comes crumbling down.

His mouth is hot on hers, his hands even hotter. Pietro Maximoff is a fucking furnace and she feels as though he's setting her ablaze.

She can't bring herself to care.

It had started in a bar. Her, out celebrating her BFF Jane's engagement to totally hot Scandi Thor. Him, stood up on some date.

Laughable, really. How the hell do you stand up-

A soft moan escapes her as Pietro tugs on her hair to tilt her head back, moving his kisses down from her lips to her neck.

"Do you think we should be doing this?" she asks, clutching onto his shoulders- good god they're broad- and meeting his eyes with her own wide ones. "Objectively, it's probably not very smart of me to sleep with one of my students parents-"

"Probably not," he agrees, humming against her throat. "But we're both mature adults, are we not? I think we can keep this between ourselves-"

At her silence, he pulls back, eyes searching her face. God, they're so blue.

His hands leave her waist. "Unless you don't want-?"

At that, she pulls him closer, nudging her nose against his. "Oh, I want," she assures him, nodding her head. "That's not up for debate, far from it, I'll be kicking myself in the teeth if I don't-"

"I think I get the picture, no need for teeth kicking," he says, mirth shining in his eyes as he returns his hands to her waist, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against her skin.

Sweet jesus.

"So?" He prompts, giving her a lopsided smile.

"Yeah," she nods, giving his lips a peck. "Yeah, we're doing this, oh my god-" she breathes, squeaking at the nip to her neck. "You're such a tease." she pouts, being met with a cheeky grin as she pulls him by the shirt and walks backwards to her bedroom.

"You like that I am, no?"

"It keeps a lady on her toes, has to be said." Darcy snorts, sitting on the bed once she feels the back of her knees hit it.

Pietro grins down at her, brushing his fingers along her jaw. "Good," he drops to his knees, reaching out to help her shimmy out of her skirt. "I hate to be predictable." He informs her, hooking his thumbs underneath her underwear and sliding them down her legs, promptly tossing them to some corner of her bedroom.

"I think it goes against your nature," Darcy says, breathless, as he's currently kissing his way up her thighs.

He looks up at her from between her legs, a smirk curling on his lips. "Quite."

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Something is strange.

Luna squints at Miss Lewis, who seems to be avoiding looking at her in particular as she finishes up the lesson for the day. Something something about multiplication.

She's more curious about whatever is going on with her teacher.

Luna is excellent at reading people, always has been. A peculiar little talent of hers that often times came in handy.

The bell rings, and slowly, she starts packing away her things, as Miss Lewis informs them of homework and tells them to have a good weekend.

Luna slowly puts away her scented colouring pencils, narrowing her eyes as Miss Lewis's eyes dart to her before skipping over to the rest of the class.

Weird.

"Miss Lewis!" she pipes up as she slings her backpack over her shoulders, marching her way over to Miss Lewis's desk.

"Luna," the woman smiles, but it's almost... panicky. Interesting. "What can I help you with?"

"My parents night slip is done." Luna informs her, beaming and proudly brandishing the envelope.

"Oh, super!" the woman smiles, taking it from her and scanning over the contents for a moment. "Your mom's coming, that's-"

"Cool, right? She got time off for it!" Luna beams, rocking back and forth on her heels.

Miss Lewis nods, smiling fondly at her. "It is. You can show her that painting you've been working on, can't you? I bet she'll totes dig the rainbow glitter."

"You think?"

"Who wouldn't?" Miss Lewis retorts, arching a brow. Luna nods, as duh, everyone should love rainbow glitter.

"Miss Lewis," Luna begins again, tilting her head. "You've been ac-"

"Luna?" Her father calls out from the doorway, arms crossed and a bemused smile on his lips. "What we said about keeping Miss Lewis back with the bucket of questions?"

"Oh, I don't mind!" the woman quickly interjects, giving Luna another smile. "You come up with the wildest things, Luna, keeps me on my toes."

"Much like she does at home, then," her father sighs, but there's a smile on his face, one which Luna returns. Shortly, she looks back at Miss Lewis, furrowing her brow as the woman looks almost... flushed.

"Are you okay?" she asks, bluntly, and Miss Lewis blinks at her, startled.

"Just hot, is all."

Luna squints at her, glancing to the snow falling softly outside. Right.

She looks to her dad, seeing if he has caught onto the lie too, only... his cheeks are also a shade darker, his eyes not quite on Miss Lewis.

Adults. What weirdos.

"Come on, Luna," her father hums, holding out his hand. She eagerly skips her way over, clinging onto his arm. "Your aunt is making dinner tonight."

"Yeah!" she cheers, because Auntie Wanda is the best cook she knows. "Bye Miss Lewis!"

"Bye, Luna. See you next Monday, remember your homework this time, kay?"

"Kay!"

"She'll get it done," her father says, looking to Miss Lewis again. "Promise. You'll have no problems with her."

Miss Lewis's lips twitch into a little grin. "Oh, I rarely do. But I can't spoil the contents of parents night, what else will I have to talk about?"

Her father snorts, running his hand through his hair. Miss Lewis's eyes follow the hand, and Luna squints again.

"Then I shan't dig for too many spoilers. Now! Let's go, Luna. Miss Lewis." He nods at his daughter's teacher, and Luna waves, following her father out of the door. There's a muffled thump behind them, and what sounds like Miss Leeis talking to herself. Luna glances up at her father, pausing at the odd smile on his lips.

Seriously, adults are strange.

#darcy lewis #pietro maximoff #luna maximoff #quicktaser #pietro x darcy #fanfic #quicktaser fanfic #marvel

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thenexusofsouls · 1 year

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as fun as it is to see Tony being teased abt his daughter's ships, that is like... denying you and Carter's mun the chance to actually /write/ communication between muses, Tony or others? like I wonder if Pietro and Carter would have gotten together at all had the one anon not pushed them both, because pushing for a ship makes it feel forced when it doesn't have to be like that? you and Carter's mun are talented and would have found a way to get there just fine. seriously, ppl... stahp, pls.

{i am the caretaker of souls} Oh, no it’s okay! I mean, I guess I can only speak for myself, but I’ll tag Carter’s mun too ( @starcchild ) and she can weigh in on the topic if she wants. I honestly don’t mind those kinds of asks, for two reasons...

1) We can answer the asks just to have those interesting confrontational moments, but then we don’t have to actually include that in our overall ship canon if we don’t want to. Sometimes it’s fun to try different scenarios for the hell of it, but then we might decide to not keep it in the overall story we’re writing. Or, we might decide hey that was fun, but let’s go back and actually do a thread on all that development we skipped. We’re actually doing that with Pietro and Basch right now, going back and developing some of the earlier aspects of their relationship with Carter. With memes and things introducing random ideas, we seldom write a story from start to finish, but rather we jump around. We might write the same things three times if it’s fun and we just like it. So at least for me, I don’t mind jumping around or even doing the same scene in multiple different ways. As long as Carter’s mun and I are having fun with the writing, that’s all that matters.

2) Sometimes it forces muses to admit something, talk to someone, or bring up an issue that they otherwise might not have, or it brings up a topic we might not have thought of yet. I know for me, it’s a fun way to connect rps across more than one of my blogs, which I honestly love so much. But yeah, with a lot of muses tending to keep mum about things or wanting to bottle stuff up, sometimes a little anon here and there to nudge them is interesting. It stirs things up, and here’s nothing wrong with that. It gives us more things to write from more angles, and just because we write something in response to an ask, that doesn’t mean we can’t redo it completely in a thread of our own. So why not try all the things? =)

What we write is generally very fluid and not set in stone at all. A least for me, and that’s my impression of Carter’s mun as well, but like I said, she can add her two cents if she wants to. Sometimes we will jump right to a ship having a kid when we haven’t even written their first date yet. Then we’ll go back and do something earlier. Then back to later. I think because sometimes the moment is right and the inspiration strikes to write a certain scene, and why wait? We can always go back and fill in later. That’s how I used to write my own original books, out of sequence, so I’m used to forming stories that way. I really don’t mind it at all!

#{ i am the caretaker of souls } ᵒᵒᶜ

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imstuckintoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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you wanna know why Clint Barton is so stubbornly hell bent on helping Kate? even if she is just an annoying rich kid who can’t take no for an answer, who follows him around endlessly? even if she is just a young kid with endless sarcasm and sass, who he could very easily leave on her own to deal with the mess *she caused*?

because she reminds him of someone else. another annoying, young kid with endless sarcasm and sass, who got caught up in another superhero mess. a kid he didn’t help as fiercely.

sure you could blame Clint’s persistence on the fact that he’s a father, and you’d be right. but Clint was a father to more than just his own kids. he was a father to Wanda, and he was a father to Pietro.

Clint sees so much of Pietro in Kate, he can’t just leave her own her own. he can’t make the same mistake. he doesn’t want Kate to meet the same fate as Pietro.

in a way, this is him finally repaying his debt to Pietro Maximoff for saving his life- helping to save another young kids life, who’s definitely way in over her head, and talks far too much for Clint’s liking.

because if he couldn’t save Pietro Maximoffs life, you can be damn sure he’ll save Kate Bishops life instead.

#marvel #marvel memes #wanda maximoff #wandavision #mcu memes #pietro marvel #bring back pietro pls #nathaniel pietro barton #kate bishop #clint barton #hawkeye #Hawkeye show #disney+#mcu #time to be sad #pain #seriously bring back Pietro Maximoff #i miss him

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sortasirius · 2 years

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WAS THAT CHARLES?!?!?!?!?!?!

#multiverse of madness #mom #mcu #pls cherik reunion I beg u #also PLEASE bring back pietro

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thanks--for--listening · 3 years

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Wandavision episodes 3 and 5 aka missing Pietro Maximoff hours

#‘do you have a brother mom’ OUCH #and listen idk how this Evan peters thing is gonna work but I know when Wanda realizes it’s not her Pietro that’s just gonna hurt more #I miss the real him let’s bring him back pls #wandavision spoilers #Wandavision #Pietro maximoff #quicksilver

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bisansastarks · 3 years

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I really enjoyed that finale except for the Pietro stuff but Wanda’s outfit looking hella magneto does have me 👀👀👀👀

#still I would have liked more Wanda/Pietro stuff #also I know I might be the minority but pls don’t bring the robot back NO MORE #wandavision spoilers #ffhdhsha the Mouse is sooo heavy handed tho like we get it you are foreshadowing we get it

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oscar-piastri · 6 years

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Get the people on the boats

#avengersedit #marveledit #dailymarvel #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #elizabeth olsen #aaron taylor johnson #i miss my bf pietro #bring him back now pls????#movie: marvel #*#gifs*

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xogossipgorl · 5 years

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“ I was literally sitting in the theatre going, Oh my God. Oh my God. Spider-Man just disintegrated. That's not OK. I looked at Hemsworth and he looked at me. He smiled and was like, Your career is over," “ — Josh Brolin

the thing to take away from this is that even thanos himself wasn’t okay with the disrespect they treated my son peter with 😭

#while we’re at it bring pietro back pls 😭#infinity war spoilers #im still not over it guys

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Heyyy, can you do a pietro x fem reader. Where the reader has powers and works with the avenger ( you can choose what powers she has). and she’s insecure so she breaks up with pietro, and there both all sad and mopey and the avengers are just not having it anymore. So they lock them in a room together to talk, then they get back together and it’s all cute ? 🧡

an intervention - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader

word count: 2,379

tw: insecure reader, mention of bullet wounds, suggestion of smut but no actual smut

a/n: ahhh my first request!! thank you anon, i love the idea. i hope this did it justice! this fic uses she/her pronouns for the reader. (not my gif! idk whose it is, so if anyone knows pls lmk!)

DATING PIETRO WAS NOTHING SHORT of wonderful. He was everything you could have ever wanted in a significant other: caring, attentive, protective, giving, attractive — you sometimes couldn’t even fathom how you had become so lucky. And it all happened because of battle with Ultron, really.

You had always been able to heal small wounds, large gashes if you were lucky. Whether someone had a paper cut or a single gun wound, you were the girl to call. But it had came to a shock to everyone, including yourself, when you had managed to bring Pietro — quite literally — back to life with just your hands and a few fallen tears.

The power of growth and Earth manipulation had always been something that came relatively easy to you. It had been prevalent within you since you were a baby, really, and it was only when Tony Stark inducted you into the Avengers that you were able to master it. And you had always felt pretty confident with it, especially after healing Pietro so greatly.

After Sokovia fell, Pietro had had a rough time adjusting to his new lifestyle in America, but it seemed he had found solace in you during this period of his life. He enjoyed asking you endless questions about the United States, and you liked spending hours and hours answering them. It wasn’t until a month or so after that you had unspokenly become best friends. Even then, however, there was always a few unanswered questions between the two of you.

Pietro was always flirty, but it had taken you a good while to figure out that he was genuinely interested in you, and not just doing it to mess around. He had asked you out in the middle of the night, when the two of you had been sitting up on the balcony and simply talking with one another. He said it smoothly, without even the slightest stammer to his voice, although you had noticed the scarlet color of his cheeks appear after you had been silent for a moment.

More recently, however, you began to second guess yourself. When the two of you went out to the city for dates, you couldn’t ignore the amount of women who’d eye Pietro down like a piece of candy. You couldn’t blame them, really, but seeing the way these women looked... you couldn’t understand why he still held onto your hand when he could have any woman he desired.

“Dragă, you’ve got to tell me what’s up,” Pietro had pleaded with you one afternoon, getting up from where he had been perched on your bed and moving to stand before you. You pursed your lips and said nothing just yet. “C’mon... I know something’s bothering you.”

“S’nothing,” you muttered, standing up and brushing past him to cross the room. He turned around to look at you, his brows furrowed in concern and confusion. “Really, it’s... it’s nothing, I’m just... in my head, I guess.”

“Ah,” he sighed, running his fingers through the white tips of his hair. “Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do. I don’t want you feeling upset, y’know, especially since—”

“Why’re you with me?” you blurted, regretting it as soon as the words fell from your lips. Pietro, lips parted, blinked and sad nothing, looking very confused. Figuring there was no turning back, you pressed further and said, “I mean, is it just cause I saved your life?"

“What?” Pietro looked taken aback. “Why... why would you think that?”

“Well — well, I mean — you could have anyone,” you went on, your eyes staring down at the empty space by your feet rather than meeting his bewildered eyes. “And I just — I feel like you could do so much better, and — you’re with me, so there’s got to be some reason why you’re sticking around, right?”

“Y/N, that’s — I have no idea how that idea got into your head, but it’s not true,” Pietro told you earnestly, bowing his head slightly as though to speak to you more intimately. “It’s more than that —”

“Is it?” you asked him hotly, beginning to feel bothered with yourself. “Because I genuinely cannot think of any other reason.”

“How about ‘I like you’?” Pietro said pointedly, his brows furrowing as he began to become frustrated. “I don’t understand. Why is it so hard to believe that I like you for you and not for what you’ve done?”

“Because it’s just — it doesn’t feel possible,” you murmured. Pietro blinked, staring, his piercing blue eyes flickering over your frowning face.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” he told you. “Don’t you trust me?

“I do trust you,” you told him honestly, crossing the room towards the door. “But I also know that you can do better than me. I don’t want you to feel tied down to me just cause’ of what happened in Sokovia, y’know?”

“Y/N, I don’t feel tied down,” Pietro said, stepping forwards as you cracked the door open, poking one out into the hallway. “I don’t understand you. Why don’t you believe me? I haven’t done anything that’s made you doubt anything, right?”

“No, it’s just— when we’re out, you get all of these compliments from other women, and I know you never indulge, but — it’s just like — you could if you wanted. There’s all of these beautiful women that you could easily go out with, and I just — it’s obvious that I don’t compare, okay? So — so you don’t have to be tied down to me.”

“I’m not tied down, Dragă,” Pietro said steadily. “I promise you.”

“Look, I just — I need a moment,” you told him, wishing you hadn’t said anything at all. “Okay?”

“I — okay,” Pietro huffed. “Fine.”

That moment ended up lasting for a week. He seemed like he wanted to talk to you, but both of you seemed apprehensive that it might turn into another slightly heated conversation. Neither of you had articulated that the two of you were no longer a couple, but it was evident that there had been a small rift between the two of you.

Even during missions, there was a disruption of rhythm. Usually you and Pietro worked fluidly with one another, able to work off the other without pause or hesitation, thus leading to a steady pattern of action. The last mission, however, you had gotten yourself a nice bullet wound in your shoulder because you had been stuck in your head. You hadn’t spoken to him since the argument, and although you wanted to, you hadn’t been able to catch him.

“Everything okay with you and Maximoff?” Natasha had muttered to you quietly one evening, her eyebrow raised in intrigue.

“Just a little argument,” you told her vaguely. “I dunno.”

“Did you try to talk it out?” she asked.

“No,” you told her under your breath. “I’ve yet to get him alone, y’know. He’s always with Wanda or Barton.”

“Hm,” Natasha hummed, saying nothing more. And that was the end of that conversation.

The following evening, the compound felt empty. The halls were eerily quiet, your footsteps reverberating against the walls in a much more hollow-sounding way the usual, and even when you walked by the lab, you saw that it was empty. Where was everyone?

Pietro’s room was down the hall, the door swung wide open. Inside, you could hear a small sort of whooshing sound, and you knew he was speed-pacing like he always did when he was thinking. Swallowing, you kept walking.

When you reached the entrance of his room, you turned your head to peer in; the blue and silver blur traveling around was only a tell that he was frustrated. You watched him for a moment, and the blur turned towards you for a second before you saw him blink at you and freeze; he tripped back, crashing onto the edge of his bed with his palms behind him to catch his fall.

“Hi,” he breathed, looking shocked at your presence.

“Where is everyone?” you asked, your hand on the door frame. Pietro furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?” he got to his feet, ruffling his hair (it looked like a mess either way). “They are not there?”

“No, no one,” you hummed, taking a step away from the door frame as he followed you out of the hallway. “Look, the lab’s empty.”

“Hello?” Pietro called out loudly, cupping his calloused hands around his mouth. You pursed your lips.

“Yeah, cause I haven’t tried that already,” you muttered. He huffed.

“Both of you, in here!” came Tony Stark’s voice from down the hall. Pietro shifted his blue eyes to you, and you glanced back wordlessly, rolling your eyes at the smirk that unfurled on his face.

“What did I tell you?” Pietro said cockily, walking towards the source of the sound. There was an open door at the end of the hall, and you were sure it lead into the back of the lab. “C’mon, slow-poke.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, resisting the urge to smile. He lead the way down the hall, both of you not saying a word (although Pietro looked like he was refraining from spilling his guts to you about everything from A-Z). When you reached the door, he let you walk in first. You muttered a thank you.

“Stark?” Pietro called out, walking further into the back of the lab. “Where are you?”

“Right here, Road-Runner,” came a voice, and when you turned your head, you saw a small phone on the table with Tony’s face on it. You raced over and plucked it up. “Hi. Everyone say hi.”

“Hi,” Steve’s face popped into frame. Then came Natasha’s, Banner’s, Wanda, Vision...

“What is... what is this?” you asked. Wanda took the phone.

“You two have to talk,” she said, her accent thick. You furrowed your eyebrows. “You’re miserable.”

“And you’re fucking up the missions!” Tony chimed in. “I mean, Y/N, you have a damn bullet wound cause you were too busy staring at Maximoff. And Maximoff, I’m getting tired of hearing your feet thundering back and forth between your room and hers because you’re too scared to open her door.”

“That’s —!”

“You can’t —!” You and Pietro began to protest, but Tony made a series of interrupting noises that cut off the two of you in a heartbeat.

“The door is locked. Talk it out, will you?” he said.

“That’s what this is? An intervention?” you scoffed. “You are such a —”

Beep. Tony hung up. You groaned and slammed the phone back down onto the table. Pietro lowly whistled and dropped himself into a nearby chair. You paced in front of him for a few strides before perching yourself on top of the highest counter and swinging your legs, bored.

“You know... they’re kind of right,” Pietro said quietly. You blinked. “We should talk.”

You pressed your lips together and sighed heavily, “Okay.”

“Okay,” Pietro stared at you for a second. “You have to believe me when I say I don’t wanna be with you just because you saved me. Maybe that’s why I wanted to be friends with you so bad at first, but... it’s more than that. Way more. Honestly.”

You only stared at him. Pietro pushed himself up, getting to his feet and slowly making his way towards where you were seated.

“And I know you’re probably gonna ask why or what the reason is. And I could give you a whole list, a whole essay, if you want. Although I don’t think I’d ever finish it,” he said carefully. “Because the reasons why I love you are endless.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Love? Neither of you had ever used that word before; it had always felt like such a big step to you, but hearing him say it sort of dumbed it down. You loved him. That was that. Why had you been stressing so much about it?

“You think I don’t know how you feel? Every time we go out, I have to ignore how every man on the street ogles at you. And I think to myself, ‘She could have all of these men and she’s sticking with me?’” Pietro paused, standing in front of you. He placed his palms onto your knees, his eyes flickering around your face as though trying to memorize it.

“People don’t stare at me, Pietro,” you said steadily. He scoffed, shaking his head. “They don’t.”

“You really don’t see it, huh?” he smiled at you. You felt your heart flutter a little. “You are beautiful. Everything about you is. I thought so since the minute we met.”

“When we met, I was trying to kill you,” you deadpanned, your lips twitching up. Pietro grinned sheepishly.

“But you were cool!” he said through a laugh. “Look, you don’t have to believe it. But just... trust me when I say there is no one else I’d rather be with. And I fall in love with you more and more every day.”

“I’m sorry arguing with you about it,” you apologized, parting your knees so he could stand in between your legs. He brought his hands off of your knees and glued them to your hips, dopily smiling. “I trust you.”

“Good,” he nodded. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Hmm,” you playfully looked away, pretending to think. Pietro pursed his lips, rolling his eyes, and right before you could say anything more, he leaned forward and tenderly sealed your lips with a kiss. You hummed, running a hand through his hair gently.

“Love you,” he muttered against your lips when he pulled away for air. You swallowed, pausing for a heartbeat. “Y’don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

“I love you too,” you said quietly. He blinked before grinning and kissing you again.

“How long until they unlock the door, d’you think?” Pietro wondered out loud, his hands traveling up your torso. You hummed.

“I dunno,” you answered, shifting your e/c eyes back to look at him. “What should we do?”

Pietro, lips twitching upwards as he pulled you closer to him. Kissing you again, he said, “I’ve got a few ideas.”

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scarletnwidow · 3 years

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Destroyed

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader (implied Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader)

Warnings: mentions of murder, cussing

A/N: aaaand this is where the angst start, I guess? lol pls give me some sort of feedback, because my ideas for this series hurt me lmao

Summary: You always thought that the best way to get revenge is to let them see you’re happy. You also thought that the best way to move on is to convince yourself that you’re okay until you no longer need any more convincing. You’re about to find out how effective it was.

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Wanda has never felt fear like this since she and Pietro were trapped for two days waiting to die. Her eyes widened in panic as she felt your shoulders tense. She didn’t realize that she said it out loud, and she can feel her heart beating so loud and fast she’s definitely sure you can hear it.

You were still silent, so she’s already thinking of believable excuses to take it back. You were startled, to say the least. Your best friend just said she loves you. The first thing that came to your mind was ‘wait, what?’ And then the whirring in your brain is suddenly so loud trying to figure out what she meant that you didn’t notice her discomfort.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just throw it out on you like that.” You only snapped out of your own thoughts when you heard her speak. That’s when you noticed how her body was trembling, which you were still leaning on.

Your eyes snapped up to hers and saw the pure terror in them, and the tears threatening to fall.

You’re sure that your brain had a short circuit because you don’t remember the next thing you did...

until you felt Wanda’s lips on yours.

*****

1 year later

It had been over a year ago when you first met the love of your life.

Yes, since that day, you have been dating your best friend and you have never been so happy in your life.

Never in a million years would you think the universe will ever give you love, after everything that you’ve done. But, you’re grateful and definitely not complaining.

The rest of the team has been nothing but supportive. Tony would always brag that he knew it since day 1, with Steve backing him up saying all your banters before were low-key flirting. You two were the only oblivious ones.

Natasha had claimed the ‘best friend’ title, as your previous one just got promoted to ‘girlfriend’. You couldn’t be happier.

She didn’t fail to live up to her new title as your new best friend. She had told you about how she talked to Wanda, all those months ago. Your face would immediately turn red whenever Natasha would bring it up and your girlfriend will always laugh and tease you about it. “Take a picture, Y/N. It’ll last longer.”

Natasha said as she once again, caught you staring lovingly at your girlfriend. Wanda was cooking, so you’re just at the table staring at her with a huge smile on your face. You can’t help it, you’re in love.

The brunette glanced at you then at Natasha, then chuckled to herself. You also never fail to send a playful glare to the redhead whenever she teases you about how lovestruck you are.

“Mind your business, Romanoff.” You’d scoff with an eye roll.

“Oh, sweetheart. You have a girlfriend because of me. You’re welcome, by the way.” And with that, Wanda and Natasha would always laugh out loud as you’re left to blush at the corner.

You were stunned the first time they told you. You and Wanda have already been dating for a few months before you were dragged in the lounge with Natasha and Wanda, the two women were basically shaking trying to control their laughter.

You couldn’t be any more grateful to Natasha. She did realize your feelings for your best friend way sooner than you. She had held back on her own feelings, didn’t take advantage of your obliviousness to take you for herself.

You were grateful that she did because you couldn’t imagine yourself be with anyone other than the Scarlet Witch, no, Wanda Maximoff. It may be too soon for some, but you already know that you want to be with Wanda for the rest of your life.

You have never felt so sure about anything in your life.

You want to wake up in the morning with her on your side, her green eyes the first thing you’ll see when you open yours.

You two have always been at each other’s sides during missions. When you’re not assigned to a mission together, one of you will always be in the hangar seeing the other off and then will be there in the same spot when the other returned.

You also shared your schedules, so Wanda knows if you have a coming-up mission and you’d know if she does. It was your thing, the comfort that you two will always know that you have each other’s backs.

You always tell Wanda everything going on inside your head because you know she stopped reading minds without permission.

Everything is going perfectly.

Yet, at the back of your mind, you still couldn’t completely let go of your doubts, even if you keep telling yourself you two will be fine. But then there was that one voice in your head, “Perfect doesn’t last forever.”

It was the one thing you could never have the guts to tell her because sometimes it feels valid and sometimes it just feels ridiculous.

Wanda is an extremely great girlfriend, you’re very sure about that. She always makes you feel loved, until she doesn’t. and girl, how right that voice was.

*****

Two years have passed. When you had said “I love you, too” to your girlfriend two years ago, you’d think that right now you could never wish anything more. That you already have everything you need because you’re with your family and the love of your life. You love her with all the fiber in your being and she loves you just the same.

Right? You’re leaning on the kitchen counter with Natasha, your eyes glued to the coffee already cold in your hands. The redhead was watching you carefully; she’s the only person you could confide in with all your heart aside from Wanda. So, she knows everything that’s been going on.

For the past few months, you’ve been spending almost 80% of your time cracking through the depths of your brain trying to figure out where and when it all started.

You didn’t know if you actually don’t know, or you’ve just been brushing aside all the signs throughout those months and telling yourself everything’s fine.

Because that’s what she said.

“Baby? Where are you? Clint’s already here, I told you I have a surprise for our date night!”

You had sent that text 2 hours ago. And you’re still clutching your phone in your hand, afraid that you’ll miss her reply if you’d set it down.

Natasha spent a good 10 minutes searching for you in the compound. You weren’t in your room, not in Wanda’s, not in hers, and not in the gym. Then she suddenly remembered your favorite place.

The redhead found you pacing back and forth on the rooftop. A romantic picnic set up just a few steps in front of you.

She frowned as she walked towards you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She said, gently catching your arm to stop your pacing.

You looked at her in panic, “Wanda’s not answering any of my calls and texts! Clint got back 2 hours ago, he said Wanda told him that she’ll be going home by herself. What if something happened to her?”

Natasha sighed, “She’s gonna be fine. There’s got to be a reason why. I’m sure she’ll tell you once she comes back. Plus, she’s Wanda, I’m more worried for whoever’s going to attack her.” The redhead joked to ease the tension. Which was successful, as you giggled softly and smiled at her.

You looked back to where you set up your picnic, then glanced back up to the sky, seeing that the sun had started to set.

Natasha literally saw your shoulders slump, smiling sadly at the sun as it illuminated the whole rooftop with gorgeous shades of orange and yellow.

“Okay, Y/L/N, let’s not waste what you’ve got in here. The smell is literally calling my name.” Natasha playfully shoved you as she sat down on the blanket and shoved three macarons on her mouth.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at your best friend, “I’m not gonna carry you if you choked, Romanoff.” You said as you sat down and poured two glasses of champagne.

Natasha had saved your ass countless times in battles before, and you were glad she’s saving your ass in these times as well.

Wanda came back a good few minutes after you’ve finished your picnic with Natasha. You two were goofily shoving past each other on the way to the kitchen, both your hands full from all the picnic stuff you shared.

The brunette had just stepped into the lounge when she heard your laugh, then Natasha’s following closely behind. When she turned in the corner to the kitchen, she found you and Natasha sipping champagne, picnic blankets, and a basket still on the kitchen counter.

Your back is on Wanda, so Natasha’s eyes were the first to notice the brunette in the corner. Natasha was staring right at her, and Wanda can’t help but stare right back with a frown.

You only noticed she was looking somewhere else when she stopped laughing.

No, she was glaring at something behind you.

You turned around and saw Wanda, her eyes snapping up to meet yours. Natasha only looked away from her when you basically ran up to her.

“Wanda! Is everything alright, babe? Where have you been?” Your voice thick with concern, your girlfriend only giving you a tired smile.

“I’m sorry, everything’s good. I just had to do some stuff. I’m a little tired.” Your eyes instantly softened, her standing you up in your date completely forgotten as you smiled softly at her. Both of you made your way to her room, which had become your shared room.

*****

It was the first of the many signs. You never paid any attention to it back then, nor to every other sign after that. Fortunately for you, Natasha did. You visibly flinched when Natasha grabbed the mug on your hands, thankfully she did, as you would’ve dropped it since your mind just got back from wandering in a million different places.

The redhead raised an eyebrow at you, completely aware of what your thoughts are, as usual.

“You have to talk to her, or I will.” Your best friend said. You sighed, knowing that the threat is half real.

“I can’t just jump to conclusions, Nat.”

“You’re not stupid, Y/N. An idiot maybe, but you’re not stupid. You can feel it as much as I do, and I’m not even her girlfriend!” The redhead exclaimed.

It’s true. You can feel it. You can feel it in every inch of your heart. Everything doesn’t feel fine. Something’s wrong, something has changed.

You’re scared, yes. You’re scared that if you confronted your girlfriend about it, you might only make it worse.

And you couldn’t accept that.

Wanda would sleep with her back on you, which is very unusual because before, she wouldn’t sleep if your arms weren’t around her. You would also wake up with cold sheets beside you, which was a big step back from the usual green eyes that stared at you in the morning.

Wanda also stopped telling you voluntarily about her day, her missions, and her usual routine. She would tell you whenever you ask, but when you noticed that, your ego was a little hurt. So, you stopped asking and stopped telling her yours. She never asked. You’ve noticed a time or two that some members of the team would look at you and Wanda with curious glances. You no longer have your playful banters, Wanda no longer cooks you breakfast, and she no longer try to be beside you all the time like she used to. It’s killing you inside. You’d also notice receiving sympathetic glances when Wanda would sit with Vision during movie nights. Him in your usual spot beside her, while you curled up with blankets beside Natasha, wanting desperately for the Earth to just swallow you whole.

You started to get sick of all the sad smiles thrown your way when your girlfriend would sidle with Vision. You find yourself glaring back at the person who would give you even a glance after seeing Wanda and Vision together. Natasha was downright pissed. She was so damn close to walking up to Wanda and call all of her bullshits out. The pain in your eyes is too much, it also hurt her. As much as she sympathizes with you, she also didn’t hide how annoyed she was with your actions.

You were being a coward. She couldn’t understand how you’re willing to live in pain desperately trying to save a relationship she wasn’t sure is worth saving anymore.

It’s painfully obvious that you’re the only one trying. And she hates that you couldn’t— you refuse to see that. If you were being honest, you know in your heart that this isn’t good. That this wouldn’t end in your favor. No matter how painful it was, it’s still the truth.

“Babe, can we talk?” You tentatively asked your girlfriend as the two of you were preparing for bed.

“About what?” She answered without glancing at you. She sat down and proceeded to position herself under the blanket.

“S-Should I worry about Vision?” You nervously asked. Wanda’s eyes quickly snapped at you. You can’t help but see defensiveness and the threat to drop the subject in them.

She only stared at you, and you were beginning to get uncomfortable under her gaze that you shifted on your feet and stared at the ground.

At your movement, she scoffed, “What about him? He’s our friend.” Wanda had already laid down with her back on you. Her tone screams that she’s done with the conversation.

All the muscles in your body are begging you to continue, but for some reason, you couldn’t make yourself utter another word.

You know, no, you can feel that Wanda’s love is no longer how it used to be. She no longer looks at you with that glint in her eyes, the stare she reserved for you is now being thrown at a fucking toaster.

You know that it’s a bit unfair to Vision, but you couldn’t care less. You’re hurting, and it definitely feels like a toaster is stealing your girlfriend.

Y̶ou sometimes think of going to Tony and ask why couldn’t it be Siri that he gave a body to instead of Jarvis.

Needless to say, you’re aware of your relationship crumbling. You just like to tell yourself that everything’s going to be fine so you brushed up the red flags and pretended you didn’t see them.

It worked when you lost your family; you’ve held your sister in your arms as she bleeds out, asking and blaming yourself how you’re fine and they’re not. You’ve convinced yourself that after your initial grief, you’ll be fine. And it worked. You did turn out fine. So you thought of this the same way.

You just have the habit of running away. *****

You stopped sleeping in the same bed with Wanda after the night you accidentally showed vulnerability at the wrong place in wrong time. Another big mission has gone successfully. You, Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Tony are the only ones who went. And the Avengers once again destroyed a major Hydra base without casualties. Well, no major casualties.

The mission was successful, that’s what matters most. That’s why you spent the entire ride back home in the quinjet brushing off the team’s concern as Natasha and Steve desperately try to clog two holes in your body.

Mainly Natasha telling how stupid you are for catching the bullets aimed at her. “Guys, come on! I’ll be fine! This is nothing!” You said just as you coughed with blood in your mouth.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. You’re not dying because of me.” Natasha’s voice cracked but you pretended you didn’t notice.

When you saw Natasha’s eyes were starting to glint with tears, you sighed and stopped talking.

You were shot right below your left collarbone mere inches from your heart, and another one on your right side below your rib cage. You’re technically laying on a pool of your own blood right now.

The initial 30-minute ride to the base was made into a 15-minute one on your way back. You were still conscious, but Steve picked you up bridal style before you can even protest.

When the quinjet’s doors opened, the first thing you saw was the rest of the team and the medical staff waiting in the hangar. Anxious faces were eager for your return.

You also noticed one thing. Your girlfriend wasn’t here. So was Vision. Your heart dropped, realizing all the promises you made for each other are starting to fade. Like it was made to be broken. You suddenly found yourself cursing that damn Hydra goon for being a terrible marksman that didn’t finish the job. You were fine, though. Dr. Cho has been operating on you for three hours and Natasha’s been by your side the whole time. Still in her suit with your dried blood covering the fabric.

You slowly opened your eyes, closing them just as quickly because of the bright light in the room. You felt a squeeze in your hand, a soft voice calling your name. “Y/N? Are you awake?”

Natasha. Of course. You opened your eyes again and turned to the redhead. You took in her appearance. Her hair is messy, her eyes are red with dried tears on her cheeks. Also, covered in blood.

You can’t help but chuckle. “You look horrible, Nat. You sure you shouldn’t be the one in this bed?” You joked, your voice cracked because your throat was dry. Natasha rolled her eyes, just in time to see a tear has escaped from her eyes.

She playfully scoffed and glared at you as she wipes her face. “You’re such an idiot.” She said as she reached on the bedside and offered you a glass of water.

The redhead seemed to read your mind that as you gave back the glass of water, she tentatively said, “Wanda’s not here.” She watched your face and was actually surprised by your lack of reaction. You already know.

A week later, you were almost good as new. You can now move around freely in the compound, but Steve and Natasha insisted that you take a break from missions. You didn’t mind, it’s nice to sometimes have the entire compound by yourself.

When Wanda found out you almost bled to death, she was genuinely terrified. She rushed to the medical bay and saw you playing on your phone with Natasha reading a book beside you.

You both looked up, Natasha never failing to send a glare at Wanda before telling you she’ll be back later, then turned to leave. Wanda suddenly became your girlfriend again. Or at least, it felt like you have a girlfriend again. You were so confused, but your heart is too happy to have the love of your life beside you again.

She would do all the things she did with you again, and you couldn’t be happier that things are finally coming together. As if the universe sensed your relief, it decided to crush your soul again. ***** Tony Stark being Tony Stark, he told the team one morning that he’s organized a party that weekend, to celebrate the team’s success and your fast recovery.

You were beyond ecstatic, you turned to the woman in your arms, green eyes stared right back at you, and gave you her biggest smile.

You were more than willing to forget the months' worth of pain she caused you, what matters is that she’s here in your arms right now.

You were too blind in ecstasy to notice that her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. The party was in full swing. Several SHIELD agents were lounging on the couch as Tony was telling the story of your mission’s success. You were supposed to be with him, as this party was also dedicated to you.

You were more than happy to be stuck at the bar with Natasha behind the counter, making drinks for the two of you to devour. You came to the party with Wanda, but as soon as Tony literally dragged you in front of everyone and the people gathered all around you, you lost sight of your girlfriend.

You figured you’d let her make rounds, as everyone in this room are your friends and family.

You and Natasha may or may not have already finished a bottle of whiskey with just the two of you. Even when you’re both sober, you two never ran out of things to talk about. Now that you’re drunk, conversations are even more flowing smoothly like water.

“So, where’s your girlfriend?” The redhead seemingly tries to open up another topic just as you two stopped laughing at whatever you were talking about before.

You frowned, yeah, where was your girlfriend? You don’t remember how much time you’ve been drinking, but it’s definitely some time now. Natasha noticed your confusion and laughed, “Your girlfriend is missing! Tell Steve to arrange for a search party.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up from the barstool, “I’ll find her. Be right back.” You said as you walked around the room, tried to, at least.

When you couldn’t find the familiar brown hair of your girlfriend, you exit the room and began to make your way towards your room.

You felt a slight tug on your stomach, which immediately made you sober. It was your companion for years, the familiar tug that kept you alive in your work. Wanda wasn’t in her room or yours, nor in the kitchen and living room. You had practically searched the entire compound now, the tug in your stomach stronger each room you don’t find her in.

And then you remembered one place you haven’t looked at yet, the rooftop. You trudged your way up, dreading every step as you near your destination.

Why are your nerves telling you to stop? You stood for a few seconds outside the door, your hand already in the knob. You try to calm your nerves and slowly pushed the door open.

As soon as you open the door, your face was met with a cold breeze, but you were sure it wasn’t the wind that made you completely freeze in your spot.

There she is. The love of your life; in the arms of another, her lips moving in sync with a fucking AMD Ryzen 99.

Your nerves should be at full peak right now, your heart should be beating so fast in your chest that it should ring on your ears.

Instead, your nerves seemed to calm down, seemingly an instinct’s way of telling their owner “I told you so.”

The familiar tug on your stomach vanished, instead, it traveled up to your chest and continued its wonders there. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t make yourself. How ironic it was to feel that you’re somehow stepping over their reality, their own little world where nothing exists but them.

All the while they’re stepping on yours.

An actual minute has passed, and you were already going back to the senses of your own reality, that being you watching your girlfriend kiss a man, no, a goddamn lightsaber.

You feel numb. A minute ago, you were bursting with pain. All you feel now is the anger you’ve pushed aside slowly making its way into every bone in your body.

When they part, you caught a glimpse of that lovestruck smile Wanda used to throw your way, now being thrown at him. You felt another pang in your chest. The brunette caught a movement on her peripheral sight, when she turned, her body froze. You were leaning at the door, your arms crossed and a look of boredom on your face.

Vision practically jumped as he saw you. His eyes widening as your gaze turned to him, but your face showed no emotion. Wanda was watching you when you turned your gaze back at her, she saw your eyes had gone dark, no ounce of light and glint is evident.

She watched you take a deep breath as a smile slowly seeps into your mouth. It sent sharp shivers down her spine. She recognizes that smile. It was your Grim Reaper smile.

The same smile you’d given to the Hydra goon who gave her a solid blow on a mission before you snapped his neck. The same smile you only throw on someone you don’t give two fucks about.

Never in a million years would she ever thought to see that smile aimed at her.

When you speak, she also recognized the ice in your voice. She couldn’t help but feel relieved that you didn’t address her first.

“Hey, Vis. Enjoying making out with my girlfriend? She’s good, isn’t she?” Wanda frowned at your words, you never talked about her that way.

Vision was beyond uncomfortable. As he fucking should. His eyes darting between you, Wanda, and the stairs behind you. You chuckled, noticing his internal debate, and walked to the edge of the rooftop to let him escape. The same spot you had a picnic prepared for her, the spot now being your and Natasha’s. Wanda was nervous, she didn’t know why, but she was nervous about what you’re going to say.

She also can’t help but notice your lack of reaction, and it sent a sting to her heart.

“Since when?” You started, Wanda’s eyes never leaving your side profile. She would be lying if this entire situation doesn’t bother her because you were so calm. Still, she didn’t feel the need to lie.

“Since that one mission we went. It wasn’t my intention, but it just happened before I even know it.” Wanda said softly, noticing your jaw clenched at her words.

You couldn’t help it anymore. You let the tears build up in your eyes, you were going to explode in a matter of minutes if you didn’t.

There was just so much pain.

You turned to Wanda, your tears finally falling on your face. But they weren’t all tears of pain. There were tears of anger as well.

“What did I do wrong? What wasn’t enough about me?” Your voice visibly cracked, but it was harsh. Your whole body trembling with rage. Wanda flinched, she had never heard you raise your voice, let alone direct it at her.

You started to pace in your spot. Your fists clenched at your sides and your eyes sending daggers at hers.

“He’s our friend, huh? Right! It’s weird enough that we have a fucking oven as a friend, and now you’re seriously replacing me with ‘it’?” You emphasized ‘it’, and this made Wanda’s eyes glow red as she walked up in your face.

“Do not talk about Vision that way! He may not be an actual human, but he’s a hundred times more human than you’ll ever be! Who the fuck kills people for fun, huh? A monster.” Your breath hitched. You already know that about yourself. You already know you’re a monster. But hearing it from the person you loved the most didn’t make it any less painful. Even more so. But kill people for fun? Were those nights you spent sharing each other’s past mean nothing to her? Does she really think you did everything for fun? It was probably the most painful thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life. ‘Heh. I lost my family, so I’m gonna kill random people!’ Well, fuck you. You can’t help but let out a loud, humorless laugh. Wanda had just said the worst possible thing she could ever say to you.

You were done. You can hear the hope-making machine in your body take its last purr, and then complete silence. Wanda’s eyes reverted to normal as soon as she realized what she said. But it’s too late to take it back.

You were looking at her with such hateful eyes, it was almost unbelievable that hours ago, those eyes are looking at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. She was. Because she was your world. Wanda tried hard not to flinch under your gaze. But couldn’t help herself when you gave her your Reaper smile once again and blurted out, “Well, it takes one to know one.”

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