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Originally posted by burnhamandtilly


Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Word Count: 1.1K 

A/N: Wandavision themed, I really like it. 

Unnerving.

It was the only word you could use to describe this. Everything around you was familiar, but new at the same time. The sheets weren’t something you’d ever seen before. But here you were, laying on them, feeling perfectly at home.

The robe Wanda wore as she wrapped one arm around your waist wasn’t familiar. You watched her fingers draw patterns on the cloth of your robe. She moved closer towards you, sighing softly. You smiled, shaking the feeling of not belonging here.

“Good morning,” Wanda whispered, warm breath tickling your ear.

Turning around slowly in bed, your arm wrapped around her waist. Your eyes flitted over her face, taking in every colorless feature. Strange, you’d never noticed how pretty her eyes looked in monochrome.

“Morning.” You muttered, nuzzling your nose against hers. Your hair fell into your face, the smell of the shampoo wafting into your nose. Wanda’s fingers moved it out of your face, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone.

You chuckled, your hand coming to mirror the motion on her face. She laughed, taking your hand and guiding you off the bed. Wanda led you down the stairs of the unfamiliar house with ease. You pretended you knew where you were going, ignoring the sickness in your stomach.

Wanda glided across the kitchen floor, easily preparing your breakfast. She switched on the radio to fill the silence, the news and some music rattled on. You sat at the table, eyes scanning over the newspaper, hardly taking in a word. You weren’t reading it, just going through the motions of a regular morning.

It continued, even as Wanda served you your choice of eggs along with toast and bacon. You smiled at her like you always did, the same lovesick grin you always wore around her. She mirrored your grin, taking your left hand into hers.

The rings on your fingers glinted in the light. A frown ghosted your face as her thumb ran over the wedding ring. It was just the ring you’d imagined wearing, somehow, you couldn’t remember putting it on.

“Are you alright?” Wanda asked, tilting her head to the side. You nodded, shooting her a bright smile. She let it slide, startling when a knock sounded at the door.

Before you could get out of your seat, Wanda shot up to answer it. You shrugged it off as nerves from moving here. A voice sounded at the door, you turned around to see a woman standing there. She was… your neighbor. You could only hope her name was Agnes, it was the only name you could think of.

Her smile never wavered as she greeted both of you. You fidgeted at the side of the door while Wanda talked to her. They spoke as if they were old friends. Your girlfriend, no, wife, seemed to notice your nervousness as she spoke her goodbyes to Agnes.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Wanda repeated as the door shut. She turned back to you, worry shining in her eyes. You nodded, shrugging it off.

“It’s just nerves from moving here.” You lied, your stomach twisting in knots. She nodded at you understandingly.

“I feel the same but,” Her fingers trailed up your arm gently, settling on your shoulder. “We still have enough time to make an impression?”

You chuckled and nodded. She smiled up at you, her hair framing her face. The hairspray in her hair ensured that not a single strand moved. You reached up and ran your fingers through it, the strands tangling around your fingers.

“Wouldn’t it be easy for us to fit in?” You mused, causing her to chuckle.

Wanda nodded, her arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around her the same. Your head rested on top of her chin, arm rubbing her back gently. She murmured something into your shoulder.

You could have sworn you heard something along the lines of “I miss you.”, you weren’t sure.

You didn’t have time to ask as the radio seemed to glitch. Wanda jumped, slipping out of your arms to turn towards the machine. You frowned as it blurted out news reports and music at once.

A voice sounded, a familiar one, but you couldn’t make out any words. You couldn’t remember where you’d heard it before.

Wanda moved in front of you protectively, you frowned, stepping forwards to fix it. She pulled you back, shaking her head. Her eyes were wide, panicked as the radio continued sputtering. Your arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to you.

“Wanda?” The voice spoke, the radio sputtered again. “Who is doing this to you?”

The radio burst into flames. You jumped out of surprise, Wanda tensed in front of you. Waving her hand, she stopped the fire around it. Your arm slipped from around her, heading over to the radio. Slowly picking up the pieces to clean it up, you didn’t notice the head of one of the pieces.

Hissing in pain as it drew a sharp line across your hand. Wanda hurried to your side, taking your hand in hers to inspect it. You glanced from her back to your hand.

A sharp red line dripped onto the floor from your hand.

The drop of color stained the carpet.

You stared at it, the look of it unnerving you. Wanda licked her lips, using her powers to bring the tissue box over to her. She cleaned it slowly, silently.

“Wanda.” You called, watching her attention turn back up to you.

“Something doesn’t feel right.”

She drew back from you suddenly, leaving you to your own. You took a step forwards in concern as you watched her start pacing. Her hand ran through her hair, tangling it even further. Glimmers of color shone through, the rust of her hair, the red of your blood.

“I’ll fix it,” Wanda stated suddenly, stopping her pacing. You frowned, stepping forwards and taking her hand in your uncut one. she jumped at the contact. Tensing up, she waved her hand, the colors stopped.

You opened your mouth to asked what she was going to fix. But your stomach twisted into knots, your head spun, your vision darkened. Everything slowed for a few minutes. Then you were back again, to what she made your reality to be.

“Good morning,” Wanda whispered, warm breath tickling your ear.

Turning around slowly in bed, your arm wrapped around her waist. Your eyes flitted over her face, taking in every colorless feature. Strange, you’d never noticed how pretty her eyes looked in monochrome.

A/N: This was sort of an experiment to see how diff people reply to oneshots rather than series, tell me if you liked it!

Tag List: @capcarolsdanver​, @versdan​, @lesbian-girls-wayhaught​, @lovebotlarson​, @dhengkt​, @hstoria​, @natasha-danvers​, @veryfunnyal​, @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​ , @ophelias-heart​  , @never-didbefore​ , @justarandomhumanhere​, @the-most-unicorn-of-them-all , @thatssocamryn​ , @lesbian-x-blackwidow​ , @marvelbbyx​ , @wlw-imaginesss​ , @hcartbyheart​​ , @summergeezburr​​ , @imnotasuperhero​  , @a-stressedstudent​ , @aaron-despair​ , @rooskaya-yelena​ , @dynnealberto , @thewitchandtheassassin​ , @wannabe-fic-reader​ , @izalesbean​, @higherfurther-romanova​  , @natalia-quinzel​    let me know if you’d like to be in any of my tag lists!

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Yes! Thank you for requesting!

You Have Crazy Priorities

Summary: Natasha struggles to deal with the fact that her girlfriend whines about stubbing her toe, yet is calm when she’s stabbed.

Warning: Cursing and Y/N gets stabbed (not descriptive)

(In this, Y/N is an inhuman)

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Originally posted by kevinfeiges

Natasha Romanoff smiled as the Quinjet finally touched down on the ground. She had been away from her girlfriend, Y/N, for a week whilst on a mission with her best friend, Clint Barton. The spy couldn’t wait to see her girl again. She thought about surprising Y/N, but seeing her name in her contacts made Natasha change her mind. No, she had to talk to Y/N. Now.

Smiling to herself all goofily (Natasha didn’t notice how Clint smirked teasingly at how smitten she was), Black Widow dialed her girlfriend’s number and pressed her phone to her ear. The ringing was like music to her ears as she waited for the lovely voice of Y/N to come.

“Hi, Nat!”

Natasha grinned. “Hello, love. We just got back, I can’t wait to see you again,” she said.

“Me, too! Oh, god, I missed you like crazy. I think everyone is tired of me talking about how much I worried for you,” Y/N said.

Natasha chuckled, and was about to say something else when she was interrupted.

Fuck - ow, ow, ow!” Y/N cried.

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To the Anon who sent me a request back in September.

I’m sorry. I had no idea how to write that. But don’t worry, I have an idea that I will publish this week. Thank you for you patience.

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The Unfamiliar

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Masterlist

Series Masterlist

| Preview | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 |

A/N: It’s been a long time since an update and I’m so sorry about that. But I finally got inspiration for this series thanks to a lovely anon. So here you go, hope you enjoy it. 

Unnerving.

It was the only word you could use to describe this. Everything around you was familiar, but new at the same time. The sheets weren’t something you’d ever seen before. But here you were, laying on them, feeling perfectly at home.

The robe Wanda wore as she wrapped one arm around your waist wasn’t familiar. You watched her fingers draw patterns on the cloth of your robe. She moved closer towards you, sighing softly. You smiled, shaking the feeling of not belonging here.

“Good morning,” Wanda whispered, warm breath tickling your ear.

Turning around slowly in bed, your arm wrapped around her waist. Your eyes flitted over her face, taking in every colorless feature. Strange, you’d never noticed how pretty her eyes looked in monochrome.

“Morning.” You muttered, nuzzling your nose against hers. Your hair fell into your face, the smell of the shampoo wafting into your nose. Wanda’s fingers moved it out of your face, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone.

You chuckled, your hand coming to mirror the motion on her face. She laughed, taking your hand and guiding you off the bed. Wanda led you down the stairs of the unfamiliar house with ease. You pretended you knew where you were going, ignoring the sickness in your stomach.

Wanda glided across the kitchen floor, easily preparing your breakfast. She switched on the radio to fill the silence, the news and some music rattled on. You sat at the table, eyes scanning over the newspaper, hardly taking in a word. You weren’t reading it, just going through the motions of a regular morning.

It continued, even as Wanda served you your choice of eggs along with toast and bacon. You smiled at her like you always did, the same lovesick grin you always wore around her. She mirrored your grin, taking your left hand into hers.

The rings on your fingers glinted in the light. A frown ghosted your face as her thumb ran over the wedding ring. It was just the ring you’d imagined wearing, somehow, you couldn’t remember putting it on.

“Are you alright?” Wanda asked, tilting her head to the side. You nodded, shooting her a bright smile. She let it slide, startling when a knock sounded at the door.

Before you could get out of your seat, Wanda shot up to answer it. You shrugged it off as nerves from moving here. A voice sounded at the door, you turned around to see a woman standing there. She was… your neighbor. You could only hope her name was Agnes, it was the only name you could think of.

Her smile never wavered as she greeted both of you. You fidgeted at the side of the door while Wanda talked to her. They spoke as if they were old friends. Your girlfriend, no, wife, seemed to notice your nervousness as she spoke her goodbyes to Agnes.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Wanda repeated as the door shut. She turned back to you, worry shining in her eyes. You nodded, shrugging it off.

“It’s just nerves from moving here.” You lied, your stomach twisting in knots. She nodded at you understandingly.

“I feel the same but,” Her fingers trailed up your arm gently, settling on your shoulder. “We still have enough time to make an impression?”

You chuckled and nodded. She smiled up at you, her hair framing her face. The hairspray in her hair ensured that not a single strand moved. You reached up and ran your fingers through it, the strands tangling around your fingers.

“Wouldn’t it be easy for us to fit in?” You mused, causing her to chuckle.

Wanda nodded, her arms wrapping around your waist tightly. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around her the same. Your head rested on top of her chin, arm rubbing her back gently. She murmured something into your shoulder.

You could have sworn you heard something along the lines of “I miss you.”, you weren’t sure.

You didn’t have time to ask as the radio seemed to glitch. Wanda jumped, slipping out of your arms to turn towards the machine. You frowned as it blurted out news reports and music at once.

 A voice sounded, a familiar one, but you couldn’t make out any words. You couldn’t remember where you’d heard it before.

Wanda moved in front of you protectively, you frowned, stepping forwards to fix it. She pulled you back, shaking her head. Her eyes were wide, panicked as the radio continued sputtering. Your arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to you.

“Wanda?” The voice spoke, the radio sputtered again. “Who is doing this to you?”

The radio burst into flames. You jumped out of surprise, Wanda tensed in front of you. Waving her hand, she stopped the fire around it. Your arm slipped from around her, heading over to the radio. Slowly picking up the pieces to clean it up, you didn’t notice the head of one of the pieces.

Hissing in pain as it drew a sharp line across your hand. Wanda hurried to your side, taking your hand in hers to inspect it. You glanced from her back to your hand.

A sharp red line dripped onto the floor from your hand.

The drop of color stained the carpet.

You stared at it, the look of it unnerving you. Wanda licked her lips, using her powers to bring the tissue box over to her. She cleaned it slowly, silently.

“Wanda.” You called, watching her attention turn back up to you. 

“Something doesn’t feel right.”

She drew back from you suddenly, leaving you to your own. You took a step forwards in concern as you watched her start pacing. Her hand ran through her hair, tangling it even further. Glimmers of color shone through, the rust of her hair, the red of your blood.

“I’ll fix it,” Wanda stated suddenly, stopping her pacing. You frowned, stepping forwards and taking her hand in your uncut one. she jumped at the contact. Tensing up, she waved her hand, the colors stopped.

You opened your mouth to asked what she was going to fix. But your stomach twisted into knots, your head spun, your vision darkened. Everything slowed for a few minutes. Then you were back again, to what she made your reality to be.

“Good morning,” Wanda whispered, warm breath tickling your ear.

Turning around slowly in bed, your arm wrapped around her waist. Your eyes flitted over her face, taking in every colorless feature. Strange, you’d never noticed how pretty her eyes looked in monochrome.

A/N: hehehehhehe (tell me what you think!)

Tag List: @capcarolsdanver, @versdan, @lesbian-girls-wayhaught, @lovebotlarson, @dhengkt, @hstoria​, @natasha-danvers, @veryfunnyal, @xxxtwilightaxelxxx , @ophelias-heart​  , @never-didbefore , @justarandomhumanhere, @the-most-unicorn-of-them-all , @thatssocamryn , @lesbian-x-blackwidow , @wlw-imaginesss , @username23345 , @ohfuckno , @hcartbyheart , @summergeezburr , @imnotasuperhero , @redknight9  , @izalesbean , @anni323 , @a-stressedstudent​ , @aaron-despair , @rooskaya-yelena , @dynnealberto  , @thewitchandtheassassin   , @izalesbean , @higherfurther-romanova , @thewidowsghost , @trikruismybitch , @natalia-quinzel    let me know if you’d like to be in any of my tag lists!

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Some thoughts on steve Rogers:))

Some headcannons on steve and steve with an s/o

  • He cant dance and when he does he looks like a dad and its hilarious
  • He smells like moth balls
  • He swears like theres no tomorrow (same with bucky )
  • Sometimes he will call his s/o so they can explain something he doesn’t understand
  • Always warm never cold
  • He takes cold showers
  • Softest hair ever
  • He likes to go for rides on his motorbike when hes stressed and will love to take his s/o with him
  • He lowkey loves jazz music
  • Will always have a energy bar on him
  • He owns so many jumpers (and loves when his s/o steals them)
  • Hes not the best cook but tries his hardest (he tries to make breakfast in bed)
  • He will sit round and sketch diffrent members of the team and has a couple pages dedicated to his s/o
  • He really likes bubble baths (I just get the vibe)
  • He has really nice hand writing
  • Him and his s/o have date nights where they cook together and sometimes steve will cook his favourite meals from back in the day
  • When or if his s/o wears make up and is going it he just watches because he think they look cute when they are concentrating
  • He snores
  • He is really cuddly
  • He will lay his head in his s/os lap and read to them
  • He likes hugging his s/o from behind and resting his head on there head
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I LOVE THIS AND ALSO

WANDAVISION SPOILERS!! DONT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE FIRST TWO EPS!

Thank you so much for requesting this! I was hoping someone might request something for WandaVision. If anyone wants this, maybe I can do a WandaVision series but Y/N replaces Vision? So uh WandaY/N 😂

(WandaVision is making me a simp for Wanda hELP I love her)

(I’m imagining that this is like a sequel to the Wanda x Y/N thing I did where half of Y/N’s body controls ice and the other half controls fire. Also, I did something a tiny bit different - Y/N makes her bracelet accidentally explode. I hope that that’s okay!)

I’ll Always Be There For You

Summary: Half of Y/N controls ice and the other half controls fire. After getting overwhelmed, she accidentally uses her powers and freaks out. Wanda is there to comfort her girlfriend and save the day!

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Originally posted by wanda-witch

After moving to whatever-town-they-were-in, Wanda made Y/N two bracelets that would restrict her her powers. Y/N was still getting used to them and she had expressed concern that she would accidentally use them, so the bracelets would help in public.

Y/N stood in the house’s bathroom now while her girlfriend was upstairs. The two of them were getting ready, for Y/N was going to be taking Wanda out on a date. To say that Y/N was nervous would be an understatement - this date just had to be divine! Wanda deserved the best and Y/N was determined to give her that.

She had done and re-done her hair five times now, and was at the process of second-guessing her outfit and makeup. Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, biting her lip. Was she dressed nicely enough? Was the makeup enough? Or was it all too much? Having a girlfriend in this society was hard enough, but since they had just moved in, the couple had double the amount of pressure on them.

Y/N sighed, changed her outfit, and then forced herself to focus on something else. If she stayed in this bathroom much longer she might end up redesigning this dress completely.

Oh! The dishes still needed to be finished.

Y/N slipped her bracelets on and padded down the stairs, going to the kitchen. She scrubbed each dish and utensil thoroughly, not stopping until every spec of dirt or dust was gone. As she went to grab a rag, Y/N accidentally knocked into the flowers which sat on the counter. It made her jump, so she dropped the plate she was holding. As it crashed to the floor, it made Y/N jump again, gasping in fright.

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Some thoughts on loki ;)

General headcannons in loki and loki in a relationship

  • He has normal “midguardian ” that mostly consists of formal fitting suits,tight leather pants, and funky pattern shirts
  • That is until his s/o introduced him to the glory of cozy jumpers and sweat pants
  • He loves reading
  • He plays chess and forces his s/o to play with him and If hes feeling nice he will let them win
  • So ya know how he sticks his hair back sometimes well sometimes it’s just because his hair is greasy and he can’t be botherd
  • He loves when his s/o plays with his hair
  • He is a huge simp for his s/o legit waits on them hand and foot
  • He sometimes wears eyeliner
  • Sometimes if hes super embarrassed he will blush blue like I mean he has to be incredibly flustered
  • He has an amazing morning voice
  • Hes a pretty good cook
  • He will make his hands cold and purposefully put his hands on the back of there neck or belly just to make them squirm
  • He is a horrendous flirt but if his s/o flirts back or even looks at him in the eyes while he is doing it he melts
  • Gives the best back rubs
  • He loves giving gifts to those he cares about but he also loves pranking them as well
  • He is educated in meme culture thanks to peter parker
  • He has worn a green tiger strip shirt and pulled it off
  • If his s/o sees something they like he will buy it or find a way to get it
  • Gives lots of kisses
  • Lots of cuddles
  • He paints his nails
  • He owns lots of blankets
  • Hes a cat magnet they love him
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Originally posted by wandadaily

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Masterlist

Requested by @severepeanutartisanhands : Oh oh oh pick meee pick meee 🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️ I have a request. Okay so, Wanda is kinda afraid of love, loving someone, someone loving her because a lot of the people who have, have died or left. So what if reader understands and instead finds different ways to say/show they love her so that way they don’t trigger her or scare her off? “Stay safe”, “I cherish/adore you”, protecting her during a mission or a surprise attack, stuff like that. Your writing is great!!

Word Count: 2.3K (longish but fluffy)

A/N: I couldn’t avoid the cute ‘pick me’ thing and I just had to answer this first. Things have been a bit stressful lately, I’m sorry for the late updates, but I kinda liked this fic and here you go!!

Pale moonlight filtered through the blinds of your bedroom. The sheets rustled quietly; pained whimpers sounded from the other side of your bed. Slowly opening your eyes, you squinted in the darkness of the room. Your hand fell on top of your girlfriend, who twisted and turned in the sheets.

Red wisps flew from her hands, creating a whirlwind of scarlet around you. It was just another sign of her nightmares. Your hand rubbed up and down her arm gently before sliding around her waist. Wanda turned around in her sleep, tugging you closer to her.

A sleepy smile turned the corner of your lips as she sought comfort in you. Your hand rubbed her back before sliding under her shirt, drawing random patterns on the skin there. Wanda hummed in her sleep, burrowing her face into your shoulder.

The alarm clock blared the time at you. It was just past 2 in the morning. You yawned, trying to fall back asleep until Wanda began fighting her sleep again. You began to comfort her again, whispering comfortingly in her ear, rubbing her back.

It calmed her for a few minutes until it started up again. Her nightmares were at their worst before a mission. You hated how she had to deal with them alone before you had offered to help her. Even after, she tried to avoid it, knowing she kept you up later than she should.

Only after half an hour of persuasion and coaxing did you manage to convince her to sleep in your room for the night. The moonlight shone across her face, glistening over the sheen of sweat on her forehead.

You shushed her softly, pulling her further into you and letting her nightmares take their course. Waking her up would be a disaster on its own. Frantic apologies and arguments would take the rest of the night from you.

Letting her sleep, you began to murmur words you would never say in the light of day to her. You told her you loved her, quietly, as to avoid being heard by anyone else. The words of the night would not last till daylight. Saying it now meant nothing to her, but everything to you.

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Steam from a coffee mug distorted the sunlight falling into your eyes. The smell of coffee combined with chamomile tea brought you into the morning. Slowly, you turned around in bed to see Wanda sitting up, sipping tea, and reading her book.

A glance at the alarm clock told you it was still another hour till you needed to be ready for the mission. Sighing, you mumbled a good morning and lay your arm across your girlfriends’ legs. Burrowing your face into her side, you shut your eyes again.

“Good morning.” Wanda chuckled at your childish manner.

You mumbled something into her side, smiling widely. Her arm reached over you, carding through your hair gently. She chuckled when you snuggled further into her side, adamant about pretending you were asleep.

“I made coffee for you.” She whispered to wake you up. You stayed in her side, grumbling on having to get up. She patted your back, gently lifting you so your head rested on her shoulder.

Your eyes were still shut, exhausted from staying awake hours into the night. Your mind remained in a half-asleep daze, too tired to hide the signs of your exhaustion. Wanda noticed them, the dark circles underneath your eyes, the way you tried to stay asleep.

She knew her nightmares kept you up later than they should have.
Red mist surrounded your mug of coffee as she slowly brought it over to you. Cupping it with both your hands, you brought it up to your lips. Taking a sip, you hummed at the taste, just the way you liked it.

Eyes fluttering open, you looked at the book she was reading. It was one you had suggested to her a week ago. You smiled, reading over the pages while sipping your coffee. Minutes passed and she still hadn’t flipped the page.

“I’m not sure you’re even reading anymore.” You joked, taking the last sip of your coffee and setting it on the side table.

The witch seemed as if she had broken out of a trance. Quickly flipping the page, her eyes scanned over it, trying to understand where she was in the book. You chuckled, moving back into her side and pulling the sheets over you.

“Where’s your mind at?” You asked, flicking the side of her head. her hand swatted your hand away before sighing and putting her book on the side table.

Moments of silence passed through the room. Wanda leaned back against the headboard, hitting the back of her head with a dull thud. You waited for her to speak, fingers fidgeting under the blanket.

Fear was instilled in her. The mere idea of loving someone scared her like a monster. Even if it was all she ever dreamed of. She wanted to be loved, she wanted desperately to care for someone and have it returned. It just scared her, so much. It was almost ironic how her wishes scared her the most.

Wanda slowly turned towards you, looking guilty. She wanted to tell you but said something else instead.

“I’m sorry I kept you up again.” She whispered, eyes flitting away from you nervously. She sighed, turning away from you.

Your fingers reached out towards her chin, trying to turn her towards you. Stubbornly, Wanda broke loose from your hold, moving away from you.

“You know it’s not your fault,” You said once she refused to look at you. Trying again, you reached out, cupping her cheekbone with your hands. The warmth of her skin was nice against the chill of your fingers. Despite the cold, she leaned into your touch.

“If I could control them, maybe you wouldn’t be this tired whenever I sleepover,” Wanda argued quietly. A part of her knew that nothing she said could convince you from caring for her. You gave her a look, shutting down all of her arguments.

“It’s not your fault.” You repeated, demanding she see herself the same way you see her.

You knew it would take effort for her not to see herself as a burden or a monster. You were willing to stay through all the struggles until she saw herself the way you see her, perfect
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Wanda muttered something under her breath, finally agreeing with you before resting her head on your shoulder. You chuckled, kissing the top of her head and wrapping your arm around her shoulders. Pulling the sheets over you, shielding yourself from the cold.

You didn’t want to leave the warmth of the blanket to go on the mission. But the alarm you set went off on your phone, a sarcastic note along with it so you would get up. Chuckling at the note, you set your phone back down, not noticing the witch staring at your wallpaper.

It wasn’t a picture she was aware of you having. She was asleep, her face resting on your shoulder, her hair messy and all over your face. Your lips touched her forehead, your arm resting protectively over her shoulders. You hadn’t taken the picture, but whoever had was close enough to see the smile on your face.

A smile remained on her face, even as she began to get ready for the mission. It was such a trivial thing, just a picture you kept on your phone. The picture probably didn’t mean too much to you, but she saw how you smiled at the wallpaper before setting it to the side.

It all only made her more eager to tell you.

Too many what-ifs, too many fears clogged her mind to get the words out of her mouth. Wanda didn’t know how long you’d wait for her. She’d seen how close you’d been to saying it, you’d started when you changed it to something like ‘I love pop tarts’.

It weighed down on her as she sat on the jet, enduring Steve going over the mission plan again. With your hand settled in hers, resting comfortably as your thumb ran over her knuckles sporadically. You whispered the occasional comment to her when Steve wasn’t looking, causing her to smile to herself while listening to the plan.

Why couldn’t she say it?

The jet landed in front of the base, the building was empty and gray. The outside was covered in a sheet of ivy and brambles. Moving past it, you walked into the building.

There was supposed to be some information left here, Tony claimed he had received a sort of a signal from one of the computers. All you had to do was get the information. It wasn’t too interesting if you were honest, even if the place resembled a labyrinth.

Wanda knew her way around, guiding you through the corridors until you reached the base room. Some computers lay around the ground, the gray walls were stained and crumbling. Papers lay strewn across the floor.

“I’ll keep watch,” Wanda stated, handing you a flash drive. You nodded, leaning forwards to kiss her cheek. A slight blush lit up her cheeks, fading into the lopsided grin she gave you.

“Stay safe.” You instructed, turning back to the computer to get the information. Green eyes watched for a few moments before she left.

Footsteps faded just outside the door, you smiled to yourself while booting up the computer. Digging through the files, you scoured every app to try to find something. Some reason for why it sent out a signal. There wasn’t any.

The computer was blank.

It was a trap.

“Wanda!” You shouted, turning away from the computer towards the door. Screams resounded in the hallways, echoing off the walls. You sprinted towards the source, fears, and worst scenarios running through your mind.

Turning the last corridor, you saw Wanda standing over about 10 guards. A cut on her cheekbone was bleeding. Her hair was tangled, she moved it quickly out of her face before moving towards you. Her eyes scanned over you, making sure you weren’t hurt.

“We need to get out of here.” You stated, grabbing her hand and turning the corridor. You didn’t know where you were headed, but you kept running anyway.

Wanda’s hand tugged yours in the opposite direction but froze. You turned around to see about 5 guards standing there, guns pointed towards you. You pushed her harshly into the other hallway, stumbling behind her.

The shots started after.

You fell on top of her, shielding her, your arm covering her head. Turning your head, you noticed a control panel to close the doors. Kicking it with your foot you closed the door behind you. Footsteps and loud shouting echoed behind you after.

Wanda squirmed underneath you, leg hooking under yours to slide you off her. Getting off, you turned towards the control panel, tinkering with it to close all the doors except the exit. The witch fidgeted behind you, opening and closing her mouth as words refused to leave her.

You’d protected her, you the human who had no powers to fend yourself from bullets. You’d protected her when you knew it could mean harm to you. It was supposed to be the other way around, Wanda was supposed to protect you. She could summon shields and use her powers for much more destruction.

Knowing all of that, knowing it could harm you, you’d protected her.
You turned around with a bright smile once you’d figured out where the exit was. Tilting your head at the deep frown etched into her features, your thumb brushed across the crease on her forehead. She shook her head, taking your hand and leading you towards the exit.

The silence shrouded you into the jet. Even after Steve congratulated you for getting out of there in time. Wanda stayed silent, unsure of what she could say.

Should she thank you for protecting her?

Ask you why?

How can she tell you she loves you without saying it?

You squeezed her hand, drawing her attention to you. Her eyes flickered to you, watching you tilt your head in a silent signal to ask if she was alright. She nodded hastily, turning away and leaning against the back of the jet. You rested your head on her shoulder, letting her know you were there for her.

Wanda would never understand how you managed to reassure her by saying so little. She rested her head on top of yours, weighing her words. Your hand rested on top of hers, drawing patterns on her knuckles while you waited for her.

“Thank you for…” She trailed off, frowning when she didn’t know what to say next. Swallowing thickly, she fidgeted with your fingers
.
“Understanding.” Wanda finished, unsure if what she said even made sense.

But you seemed to know, she saw the smile on your face once you pulled away. It told her everything, she didn’t need to thank you, you could always see how much she appreciated it even if she didn’t tell you.

“Of course.” You whispered, hand moving up to her head, tilting it down so you could kiss the top of her head. The simple action made her feel safe, protected, loved. Everything she had ever dreamed of and more.

Your hand rested against her cheekbone, your eyes flickered over her features, committing each of them to memory. She stared up at you, biting her lip under your scrutiny. The corners of your lips turned into a small smile.

“I adore you.” You whispered, the smile remaining on your face. Wanda surged forwards and met your lips to hers.

Love wasn’t something she could define, it was something which scared her but invited her in nevertheless. It was a word she couldn’t say but she’d spend an eternity showing you. Maybe someday, she would say it to you, over and over again just to tell you how much you meant to her.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader #4

Words: 1,569

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Originally posted by caws5749

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any?

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Natasha is captivating, you’ve come to realize.

You knew it before, when the two of you were just partners and friends, but now—now it shines in the brightest of ways.

Natasha is captivating. She’s captivating to you like watching your favorite character in a TV show, or like honey is to bees, or like the ocean is at first to baby turtles trying to make their way to safety.

Natasha is also safety…which in hindsight probably makes you the turtle, and since you’re the turtle—the Avengers are the birds trying to eat you.

(Yes, this is a messed up analogy.)

Instead of rushing through the birds and taking risk—the risk being coming forward about your relationship with Natasha—you’ve decided to hide in the sand, away from everything scary..and really, so be it if you starve because of it.

Natasha thinks the whole turtle and bird analogy is dramatic, but she says, looking concerned and slightly confused, the ocean and the turtle one is sort of, weirdly, sweet.

Then she says, hesitantly like she’s not sure if she’s understanding properly, “if the birds are keeping you from the ocean—me—then, I mean, you aren’t with me right? You aren’t safe.”

It takes you a couple of long moments to catch what she’s saying, but once you do you slump into bed besides her to curse into the pillow, and for the rest of that night Natasha distracts you with food and movies.

———

You think about the conversation two weeks later and realize that Natasha isn’t safe either. These people, these Avengers, they’re her family. They’re the people who have accepted her, and if this is the one thing they can’t accept—if you loving her, and her loving you in return is the one thing they can’t accept about her—well…it’ll ruin her.

You don’t want the relationship the two of you have to be the thing that ruins her. Even the thought of it, of being the reason she loses something so vital to her…it makes you feel nauseous.

Thus…stuck between a rock and a hard place (a really fucking suffocating rock), sitting in the empty kitchen at six am in the morning, is where you vow to do your best to hide your relationship; for her, but also for you.

It’ll be hard but you have to TRY, because the other option is…

It’s Plan B.

———

There’s a weight on your shoulders that wasn’t there before, and it keeps feeling like it’s getting heavier and heavier, and you just—

Fuck. You just want to love. Why does it feel like you’re hiding and scared more than not. Why does it feel like Natasha’s happiness rests upon your ability to be discreet?

And yeah, maybe you’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself but also maybe you’re not, because all it takes is one wrong move. One wrong move.

…maybe Plan A is selfish. Plan B is safer…but sometimes she looks at you with this softness on her face that just…makes you feel selfish.

You can’t break up with her. Plan A will work for as long as it has to, because it has to.

———

Plan A fails.

It’s your fault.

You and Peter are sitting on the couch chatting, with half of the Avengers scattered around the room, and Peter says, distraughtly, “I know you haven’t dated someone for a long time but i’d like for you to help me ask out this girl I like.”

Without thinking you quirk an eyebrow at him and say, “who said I wasn’t dating anyone?” and then proceed to completely freeze when your brain catches up to what you’ve said.

Peter tilts his head at you, confused, “you’re dating someone?”

There’s too much anxiety in your forced out, “NO,” and is everyone looking at you? It feels like everyone is looking at you.

Wanda is instantly intrigued, along with the other Avengers, and though you are using every fiber in your being to not look at Natasha you know she’s looking at you too.

Wanda asks, smiling comfortingly, “who are you dating?” Like your no was a yes, and maybe that’s exactly what it sounded to them.

There’s multiple things you could say to respond to her question. Smarter things then what you actually end up saying, but your brain is full of anxiety, and your heart is much too loud, and the only thing you can think of is to protect Natasha anyway you can, so you force out, trying to keep your voice as even as possible;

“A girl I met online.”

There’s immediate quiet. Your eyes are shut tightly because you can’t bring yourself to see their faces, you can’t bring yourself to see Natasha’s face, because holy fuck. You’re scared. You’re so scared. You’re doing this for her, so she knows how they feel, but why does it have to ruin you instead.

“Y/N?” Wanda says, placing an arm on your hand. Your eyes immediately snap open. Hers are apologetic and concerned. “Breathe.”

That’s when you notice your hyperventilating.

You feel arms wrapping around you from behind and you just immediately know who it is. What is she doing? What is Natasha doing? You don’t look at her, you’re afraid your eyes will give away to much, but you hear Natasha whisper in your ear—her voice so even it’s obvious she’s forcing it not to tremble;

“It’s okay, okay? You’re okay. Look at their faces.”

You do. They all look concerned, and a bit confused.

“I’m sorry,” you croak, laughing bitterly. Natasha’s arms tighten around your torso.

(What is she doing? You’re trying to save her.)

They all look at each other, uncertain, and then finally Steve asks gently, “what’s her name?”

It’s the moment the weight falls off your shoulder. (It’s the moment where the turtle realizes that there’s not actually birds around, and that the turtle isn’t actually a turtle. It’s a human, with a family that loves unwaveringly.)

“Her name…” you pause, eyes growing watery, “uh…”

“Her name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova, otherwise known as Natasha Romanoff,” Natasha says, meeting Steve’s gaze directly, and then the rest of the Avengers. Even Peter. She looks defensive, but not of herself, of you. She’s behind you, but it feels like she’s shielding you like you were trying to shield her.

Thankfully, it doesn’t seem to be needed.

Most of the Avengers look shocked, others look unsurprised (Tony hands Wanda some cash). Some of them looked more shocked when you said it was a person you met online.

Well.

“So…are you going to tell me how to ask out the girl I like now?” Peter asks, his voice unsure.

Natasha looks to be about to say something snarky but you squeeze her hand to silence her and grin at him, “sure thing, kid. Sure thing.”

“I’m sixteen.”

———

Later, before you and Natasha head off to bed you make a loud comment in the hallway that causes a couple of loud antagonized groans. “I’m going to sleep with Nat now! Well—not sleep with her, sleep with her, we’re going to be sharing a bed. As couples do…like we’ve secretly been doing but now are doing openly—the sleeping next to each other. The other sleeping together won’t be open. Well, unless—“

Natasha quickly drags you into the room before you manage to finish that train thought.

“The other sleeping together won’t be open,” Natasha grumbles. “So whatever you were planning with that girl you met online…cut it out.”

You smile at her, completely and utterly in love. “Babe, are you jealous of a made up person?”

She rolls her eyes playfully, then, abruptly, her eyes turn soft and she pulls you into a tight hug you weren’t prepared for.

“Oh. This is nice.” You wrap your arms around her too, though you’re confused. “Are you alright?”

Natasha shakes her head. “What you did earlier…don’t ever do that again. Don’t put your heart on the line in effort to protect mine,” Nat says, and she sounds more vulnerable than you meant her to be. “Your heart is my heart. It hurt me to see you looking that alone and scared. You aren’t alone. We’ll face things together.” Then quietly, Natasha says, “you’re my ocean, too. I need you to be okay for me to be okay.”

“Alright.” You promise, pulling away from the hug to cup her cheek and meet her eyes. You don’t want to hurt Natasha. You won’t. She’s already been hurt too much. “But, by the way, it really doesn’t make sense for you to be the ocean to my ocean.”

Natasha lets out an amused breath in response, then relents with; “then your my sun. You make me brighter.”

She looks so adorably proud of her analogy that you can’t help your laughter. “That’s cheesy as fuck.”

It’s perfect. Especially when Natasha snorts and pushes you away with a mocking; “okay, turtle to my ocean. Whatever you say.”

“You wound me, ocean, you wound me.”

“So now i’m a bird attacking a turtle?” Natasha asks, and now she’s just being rude. “Wounding you like they would?”

“I don’t expect a mortal to understand the poetic words of a god.”

Natasha laughs so loudly you’re sure her room neighbors can hear. You don’t have to care about them hearing anymore. “What?” You mumble, flabbergasted, “it is kinda poetic!”

“You wish.”

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Comfort in the dark

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader (requested)

Warnings: Angst, a lot of self-loathing, fluff at the end

Summary: Loki is tormented by nightmares since the day he found out his wife is pregnant. After one particularly bad night he finds comfort in the wife’s embrace.

A/N: I listened to ‘Where is my love’ by SYML while writing this and I believe that this is angsty enough, darling! I hope you like it 💕

Word count: 1.968 words

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Originally posted by tomlokixarianastanx93

Loki has always been plagued by nightmares, has always been fighting against terrors that tormented his mind at night. He learned to avoid the suffocating darkness and his own bed, found himself tugged away in dark corners of the royal library, fighting against his own exhaustion to stay awake a little longer, because shutting his eyes would mean another dreadful night.

It became easier with you by his side. The nightmares subsided, his slumber was peacefully quiet and sinking into fresh bedsheets with you snuggled in his arms made him feel a strange kind of joy he didn’t think he’d ever experience in his forsaken life. Everything was good - after your marriage he took you to Asgard, where you lived happily ever after. Or so one might think. When you told him you were expecting, when you told him he would be a father, his world turned upside down.

He was happy, yes, more than that, but with the lovesick feeling of floating on cloud nine came the visions. The nightmares returned and disgusting fear began to settle deep within his soul as he relived your death in his dreams each and every night. They haven’t stopped since.

Screams and agony echo against the concrete floors, past sleek furniture and empty ballrooms, until they fade away into an aching nothing. Sweat glistens on his forehead and reminds him of the haunting terrors clinging to his mind as Loki rushes down abandoned hallways.

No one mentions it. No one dares to say a word and ask Loki, what it was, that ripped so many screams from his tired lungs. Still, they see the pain. Dark circles and chapped lips, bitten until raw and nearly bruised. Servants start to whisper, exchange knowing glances as the fallen prince of Asgard stumbles into the dining hall and fiddles with the sleeve of his sleeping robe. Curious eyes settle on your figure, seated at the end of the table, delicate body wrapped in a silken dress that accentuates your growing belly and the healthy glow of your skin.

Yet, no one says anything. The servants bow and leave the room at the nonchalant wave of your hand. You are left alone with him, beautiful face illuminated by the light of a few candles as you watch him cautiously.

For a moment, Loki stays at a safe distance from you and he should be proud of the fact that he’s kept his emotions at bay for so long, alone in the dining hall with you, but then he sees the look in your eyes the moment his gaze lands on you and the pang of guilt almost rips his chest apart.

You don’t deserve him.

Because you’re gentle and kind, caring, and loyal to the people you love. You’re everything he’s not. Loki is rough, selfish, and sharp with ripped edges. He hurts people he loves - like his brother, his beloved mother, and you.

Loki shuffles through the dining hall to the large table, shaking hands reaching for a steaming cup of tea. He stops dead in his tracks when he hears you get out of your velvet chair and take a step closer.

“Y/N-”, he mutters, a warning in his voice. All the walls he has built, come crashing down with one hesitant look to you. But he regains his posture with one swift turn from his head, avoiding a second look at you.

“I can help you, Loki.”

“I don’t need help.” He won’t look at you. If he looks at you again his heart will shatter and everything in his aching rip cage will pour out. His skin prickles with the feeling of your gaze on him. He feels split open and raw, and he knows the slightest provocation will cause every defense he has to come crumbling down. “I don’t need help”, he repeats, voice breaking. He won’t put that burden on you, won’t risk losing you and his child. 

Somehow Loki doesn’t hear you approach his place by the end of the table. Slender fingers graze his elbow and he flinches. “I know you don’t, Loki. But I’m here for you anyway.” The touch lingers for just a moment longer and then it’s gone, the scent of roses and vanilla wafting around him before disappearing.

A hard breath leaves him, one that he hadn’t known he had been holding. He wants to follow you, to trail after you to wherever you have gone, and never be parted from your side.

And yet, he returns to his chaotic room instead. He has closed the curtains weeks ago, blocking out the daylight so he can dwell on his self-hatred in peace. It’s only when he drops into his desk chair that he realizes he hadn’t gotten anything to eat, that he’s still hungry and hasn’t gotten a good cup of tea. With a frustrated sigh, he drops his head and stays there. Any energy he could use to move his body seems to have vanished, so he lets the darkness engulf him.

He misses you. Dearly. 

But it’s not that easy, not anymore, maybe it was never easy and he just lived in his lies at the beginning of your relationship. He remembers how you made love for the first time and how it felt like nothing could come between you. Now, things were different.

See, the thing is, that his life had become a blur. He was stumbling between the ashes of who he used to be, trying to find a better version of himself. It’s irrational and stupid and unimportant because he is who he is, but he can’t control the things he feels when he can’t recognize the person in the mirror. And those nightmares, the pictures of you screaming in pain, your dead body are burned into his mind. They won’t go away.

Loki turns towards the bed he dreads so much and climbs under the covers that tear his skin open with rage and guilt, eating him from the inside out. It’s like he settles in his own grave, bracing himself for the worst.

Somehow, he falls asleep.

He wakes up screaming. A desperate cry falling from his lips as he curls into the sandpaper sheets and stifles a whimper. He waits for his breathing to even, his muscles to loosen, and for his heart to stop acting like it was trying to escape its ribcage prison. Fear paralyzes his whole body and it hurts. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, it hurts to exist.

When the trembling finally stops and he finds the courage to open his eyes, Loki decides he doesn’t care anymore. Throwing the sheets back he finds himself hurrying into the direction of your quarters. Loki stumbles through familiar corridors that now feel so strange. Terror wraps around his heart when he pounds on your door. His clenched fists shake, seconds pass agonizingly slow.

You open the door after what felt like an eternity, sleepily rubbing your eyes. “Loki.” You sound surprised. “Love, what’s wrong?”

“I need your help, please. The nightmares won’t stop and I don’t… I don’t know what to do.” 

You reach out to wrap your fingers around his wrist, ducking your head to catch his fearful gaze. Your thumb caressed the delicate skin on the inside of his wrist and you can feel how his heartbeat flutters beneath your touch. “Stop pulling away from me, darling.”

Loki falls to his knees, forehead braced against your swollen belly, hot tears streaming down his hollow cheeks. His fingers claw into your sleeping robes, flowing fabric soaking with furious apologies tumbling from his pale lips like a prayer for forgiveness. “I want it to stop,” he hears himself whispering. “I just want you to be safe, I can’t lose you.” It’s an unspoken plea to make the pain go away.

“I know”, you mumble, fingers carding through his raven hair. “Come on, love, I’ll help you.” Your voice is soft, tempting, sweet enough to make him rise from the cold marble floor with hope burning in his weakened body. Heavily, he trails behind you until you push him onto your bed. The scent of roses and vanilla surrounds him, fogs his senses, and calms the raging storm behind his skull.

It’s quiet in the room as you take your place behind Loki’s back, hands carefully touching his shoulder blades. Clever fingers loosen the ties of his robe, the silken fabric falling from his shoulders until he can feel your skin against his. Loki doesn’t flinch away, only leans further into your touch.

“I missed you.” It feels surprisingly good to be in your bed again. He’s been here many times before, with you in his arms. It feels like home. “I really missed you.”

Your answer is a kiss on the shoulder as your fingers trail over his skin. Your stomach presses against his lower back as you lean forward to wind your arms around his chest, pulling him into an embrace he only hesitantly returns, afraid he’ll hurt the baby growing in your delicate body.

“Who told you to stay away?” Your lips wander over his neck and draw a heavy sigh from him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” It’s a soft whisper, a strained confession that rips from his lips.

“You could never hurt me.” You shake your head and decide to move around his hunched silhouette to take his face between your hands. “I know, who I married.”

Loki stays silent, thoughts in his head now a roaring storm. Your thumbs rub slow circles on his cheeks and he leans into your touch, even if his mind tells him not to. “I don’t want you to stay away any longer.” Slowly, eyes drifting shut and eyelashes fluttering on your cheeks, you lean forward. Loki only allows his lips to graze yours, a ghost of a kiss before he pulls away. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

For a second nothing happens, and he’s worried that his chipped, snowed in the heart might have finally deterred him. But then your fingers wander over his ribs on the left side of his body as your lips press to the corner of his mouth. A shuddering breath leaves him as he bows his head, avoiding your gaze. 

“Tell me, what do you see in your nightmares?” The question fills the air with a certain kind of fear, unspoken and boiling beneath his skin. 

“You. It’s always you dying during…”, he grits out before his eyes drop to your stomach carrying his child. “Y/N, I don’t want to see you die. It would ruin me.”

Loki can feel cold hands of fear pulling at the pit of his mind dragging him back into the darkness, where his demons already await him with bare fangs. He senses how your body moves, feels the warmth you radiate leave him and for a moment, a split second, his heart drops in his aching chest. But then you whisper his name and a delicate hand reaches for him, pulls on his fingers until he turns to face you. You’re propped up against fluffy pillows, hair spread around your head like a halo and you look truly ethereal as you smile at him.

“Come rest with me.”

With a heavy sigh, he crawls towards you and settles next to you. “What if I hurt you? Or the baby?” 

“You won’t. I may be human, but you could never hurt me”, you reply, tongue laced with love as you tilt your head to get a better look at his tired face. “Lie down with me, Loki.”

And so, he does, shifting beside you and lowering himself until his head hits your shoulder and he can nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. You smile softly, putting one arm around his naked back and running your finger through his hair. “Everything will be fine and I love you. Always and forever.” 

A chaste kiss is pressed to the crown of Loki’s head and then pure bliss sweep him away, curled into your side.

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Memories Colliding

Part 2 of “The Real You”

Summary: It’s been a couple weeks since Y/N had reunited with her boyfriends, Steve and Bucky, after being captured and impersonated by Skrulls. One day, she has a flashback to her time with the Skrulls, and her boyfriends help her through it.

I will probably write a part 3 where they actually talk about the Skrulls and what happened! Lemme know if you do want it.

Note: I didn’t want to write Y/N having a panic attack because I don’t have experience with that. This is more on the lines of just getting really anxious (I have diagnosed anxiety) and a lack of sleep which leads to Y/N passing out. What I’ve written for her before she passes out is similar to what I felt when I almost passed out.

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Originally posted by imaginedreamwrite

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Originally posted by lancetuckershairgel

Why oh why did Tony Stark have to call her that Saturday morning? Both her boyfriends were at work and Y/N had been taking some time off from superhero’ing, since getting back after being in the Skrulls’ captivity took a toll on her. So when she heard her phone ringing and saw Iron Man on the Caller ID, she thought he was just calling her up to chat.

That didn’t happen.

“Hey, Tony,” Y/N said, pressing her phone against her ear.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry to do this, but … Osborn wants us to inspect the spaceship we found you in,” he said, cutting straight to the point.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, confused. What did that have to do with her? “Okay …” She said, trailing off.

Tony sighed. “We need you to come with us,” he said.

Y/N stilled. “Why?” She asked, not trusting herself to speak anymore in fear that she’d start to get more anxious and upset. She did not want to go back to that damned place.

“We need to look over it just to collect evidence, to verify some of the things the Skrulls said in Osborn’s interrogation, and we all around need to gather more information on what happened to move forward. It would really help if we had someone who was there to verify some of those things,” Tony said.

Y/N went silent, thinking. She really did not want to do this, but she knew would have to confront what happened sooner or later and maybe … This would give her some closure.

“Okay,” she said, not sure if she could utter more than one word.

“I’ll pick you up in ten,” Tony said before hanging up.

While in the car, Y/N pulled out her phone. She texted in her and her boyfriends’ groupchat ‘Helping Tony out with something. Might not be home when you get there. Love u’ and tucked her phone back into her pocket.

A couple minutes later, they had arrived. Y/N took a deep breath, calming some of nerves. She gave Tony a small smile and got out of the car. Both of them and a couple of agents walked a bit until they came upon one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s old warehouses, where half of the spaceship was being kept (yep, half. The spaceship was too big and they had to take it apart while not destroying anything).

Tony opened up the warehouse and just seeing the front of the spaceship was enough to stop Y/N in her tracks. She swallowed, pushing away the memories of when some Skrulls had forced her onto the spaceship. She had been stumbling, barely able to walk on her own, and the Skrulls were practically dragging her inside. She remembered that she was a little dizzy, and she could just make out the front of the spaceship.

Hearing Tony directing the other agents, Y/N snapped back to reality and followed him towards the ship itself. Tony opened up one of the doors and they stepped inside.

The moment she did, however, all the memories came crashing down. She remembered beimg thrown inside and her walls and legs being restrained. She remembered seeing the distraught and scared faces of her friends. She remembered not knowing where she was or even what day it was. She remembered loosing count. She remembered sobbing. She remembered when the door finally opened … She remembered everything.

Y/N was gasping for breath, becoming overwhelmed. She thought she’d be able to see this place, to look at this place, but now she had to get out. Because once she started remembering the spaceship, she remembered what happened before the spaceship. Getting captured, being in the Skrulls’ captivity, and more.

The superhero could hear that someone - Tony? - was talking, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. Y/N hadn’t gotten much sleep last night and had been planning to rest today. So the exhaustion combined with this was starting to make her feel dizzy. She went to turn around and leave but she only stumbled back into the wall.

Y/N didn’t know what was happening. She didn’t know what she was doing. Her hands grasped at the wall desperately and she blurring saw Tony come into her line of vision. However, she immediately got a flashback to that Skrull who had kidnapped her, the Skrull who had backed her into a wall and loomed over her just before he kidnapped her.

And even though she knew it was Tony, she just wanted to get away, she wanted to be alone. However she couldn’t go anywhere because she was up against a wall, so she gave in, and she passed out. (A/N: Like I mentioned in my note, I’m writing this from my experience of what happened when I almost passed out. At the time I was trying to get away from people because I felt like I was being crowded).

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When Tony heard her gasping breath, he immediately regretted bringing her here. He turned towards her and saw her stumbling back until she hit the wall.

“Y/N, you okay?” He asked cautiously, taking a step toward her. Her hands slapped the wall frantically. “Y/N?”

He cursed when he saw her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body drop. Her knees hit the floor and before her face could do, Tony caught her by the arms and carefully laid her down so she was on her side, and pushed her into her back.

He called for the Agents and two of them came running. “One of you get her to the helicarrier and the other round up the other Agents. This investigation is ending earlier. I’ll be right behind you,” he instructed, and watched as one of the Agents picked Y/N up bridal styal and they both left.

Once they did, Tony got out his phone and called Steve.

“Hey, Stark. Y/N texted me that she was with you?” He said.

“Yeah. Where are you and Bucky?” He asked, beginning his walk to the Helicarrier.

“I just finished a meeting with Nat and Barton. Bucky is somewhere else in the Avengers tower,” Steve answered.

“Do you know if Banner is around?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, I think. Why?” Steve said.

Tony sighed. “Y/N got really anxious when she saw the spaceship. She passed out,” he said, speeding up his pace.

“What? She passed out? What are you talking about - the spaceship?” Steve asked, panicking.

“I needed Y/N to come with me to investigate part of the spaceship I found her, Drew, Storm, etc in. She started to get really anxious when we stepped inside and then she fainted. I caught her before her head hit the ground and we’re gonna take her back to the Avengers tower - tell Bruce to be ready to make sure she’s okay,” Tony answered. He boarded the Helicarrier.

“I swear to god, Stark, she better be okay,” Steve said, and before Tony could respond, he hung up.

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The moment Steve had been told that his girlfriend had fainted, he went into overprotective, worry mode. It only got worse when Tony told Steve that he brought her to the plane that she had been trapped in for who knows how long. He didn’t know what to think, he didn’t know what to feel. All he knew was that he was at angry at Tony Stark for even bringing Y/N there in the first place, he was worried for Y/N and she just had to be okay, and he had to find Bucky and tell him what the hell happened.

He practically ran around the halls, trying to locate Bucky. He didn’t even think to text him or call him. Thankfully, he finally found Bucky chatting with Sam Wilson.

“Bucky,” Steve said, and when Bucky saw his boyfriend’s panicked face, he immediately left Sam and went to the solider.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

Steve forced himself to take a breath. “Tony took Y/N to that damned spaceship so she could help him investigate something - but she got really anxious when she entered and she passed out!” He said.

Bucky’s jaw dropped as he was horrified. Steve continued. “We need to get to Banner - Tony’s taking her back here.”

Bucky nodded, at a lost for words. He, too, was angry at Stark and concerned for their girl. The two soldiers ran to Bruce’s lab and just as they had finished explaining what was happening, the door had opened and Tony and an Agent carrying Y/N’s unconscious form entered.

“Oh my god,” Bucky breathed out as Steve leapt forward, taking his girlfriend from the Agent’s arms and putting her on a medical table.

“All of you - out,” Bruce instructed. Steve and Bucky stared at the Hulk as the Agent and Tony left, not budging. “I can’t check her out medicinally with you two breathing down my neck - OUT.”

Finally, they relented, and they both left. However, as soon as the door closed, Bucky had shoved Tony against the wall. Steve watched, knowing that Tony didn’t mean to do this, but he also did take her to the spaceship …

“What the hell bappened? Why is my girl unconscious?” Bucky demanded.

Tony glanced at him and then at Steve. Steve finally put a hand on Bucky’s arm and he released the superhero.

Tony said, looking at both men. “I walked in, she followed behind me, and then I heard her gasping for breath. I tried to talk to her but it seemed like she was trying to get away - though she only succeeded in stumbling back into the wall. I took a step towards her and she was frantically slapping at the wall with her hands, as if she was trying to back away even further, and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her knees hit the ground and I caught her by the arms and lowered her to the ground,” Tony recalled.

Steve and Bucky stood there, taking the information in. They wanted nothing more than to burst into Bruce’s lab and hold their girl, but she needed Bruce right now.

“Buck,” Steve said, turning to the brunette. “Tony didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Bucky nodded, although he didn’t look completely convinced.

“Guys,” Tony added. “The expression on her face … She looked like what she did when I first came into that spaceship. I think she might have recalled what happened there and thought she was back there - that’s why she tried to get away from me.”

They were processing what he said when the door opened, and Bruce stood. Steve and Bucky looked at him desperately, needing to hear that Y/N was okay.

“She’ll need rest. Lack of sleep contributed to her passing out. She’s awake now - I’ll let you to talk to her but afterwards I want her to sleep,” Bruce said.

They both nodded and the doctor let them inside. When they saw Bruce had moved Y/N to one of the spare beds, and how defeated she looked, they rushed to her side.

Both men sat with her on her bed, as Y/N had her legs draped over Bucky’s and her head resting on Steve’s chest. She held their hands.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Steve said.

“Me, too,” Bucky agreed.

Y/N sighed. “I just remembered … Everything. Everything I had tried to block out. All that time in the ship and what the Skrulls did … The cell I was locked in … I’m so sorry. Please, don’t blame Tony,” she said softly.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, love. We don’t blame Tony. We don’t blame you,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded and kissed her forehead.

That’s when Bruce came over and before anyone knew what was happening, he injected Y/N with a sedative. Bucky and Steve were slightly alarmed, but they watched Y/N’s eyes close and her rest against them both.

The men glared at Bruce for so easily putting her to sleep without warning. However Bruce merely smiled and said, “She needs sleep.”

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all i want for christmas | scott lang

Warnings : Just some angst and fluff

A/N : I wrote this ages ago but forgot so here you go <3 GIF credits to owner, please don’t steal, likes and reblogs are welcome.

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Originally posted by kevinfeiges

“…and your cousin Samantha’s baby daughter-she’s growing up so quickly. Looks like an angel.” Your father continued the usual praise as you gulped down the last piece of cheesecake.

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Better Now ~ Steve Rogers x Reader — TEASER

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Originally posted by captaindoritoes

this is just a teaser for a fic i’ve been working on for a while. i’ve written three drafts that go in three very different directions so i’m gonna use feedback from this one to peer pressure myself into finishing on of them.

summary: when steve stays in the past he leaves you behind (its slightly different here than in eg bc steve doesn’t come back as an old guy)

warning: angst, eventual strong language

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“He should be back by now?”

You mean it as a statement but your voice wavers slightly at the end and it sounds more like a question. You can feel Sam and Bucky hovering a couple steps back on either side of you neither knowing what to say as you stare intently at the time machine Steve’d entered only moments before.

“Y/N-” Sam starts but you whirl around on him and it’s only then that he sees the tears in your eyes.

“He should be back by now, right?” You ask again your voice cracking as you lock eyes with Sam. Sam falls silent and averts his eyes from your prying ones so you switch to look at Bucky, “Right, Buck?”

You know you sound pathetic and it’s a stark contrast from the girl who led Wakandan troops into battle not too long ago, but you can’t help it. You loved him with every fiber of your being and you didn’t even want to think about what you’d do without him.

Bucky looks at you with sad eyes in response and you stagger backwards as the tears cascade your face and a string of no’s falls from your lips.

He wouldn’t.

Sam rushes to catch you as you trip over your own feet and you sink into his chest as sobs rack your body. You couldn’t tell what hurt more, the fact that he left without saying goodbye or the fact that he left for her

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Summary: Reader and Bucky have been dating for nearly a year, and on the night of her 25th Birthday, he doesn’t show up at her party. Leading her to the realisation that their relationship isn’t healthy and it’s time to end it, even if it hurts her. Based off ‘The Moment I Knew’ by Taylor Swift because RED is so underrated. Link to listen to it!

Warning(s): Fluff at beginning until you realise it isn’t as fluffy as you think because this is based off a Taylor Swift song so ofc it’s gonna hUrt, angst, breakup, toxic/unhealthy relationship (non abusive, simply not happy, read and it’s oddly eye opening)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader & Stark!Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Cousin!Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, all Avengers/mentions of them

Word count: 3.8k

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A|N: I almost lost this whole god damn chapter had I not thrown it into word right before accidentally refreshing the page. ANYWAYS. Lot’s of exciting stuff this chapter! I hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated. 

T|W: [PTSD, Abuse/Child Abuse mention, cursing & strong language, eating]

W|C: 1,858

Previous Chapters | prologueonetwo 

It’s funny how certain times of the year can be more triggering than another.

The summer used to be hard but then I made friends who taught me how to re-write the narrative, but sheesh, was September always a hard month to get through. I try to hide my emotions as best as I can, and sometimes I can mask it really well, but other times I get–

“Anna, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

That.

Em looked at me with some concern, voice low so no one could hear her.  Meg stopped as soon as she realized she was walking without us, “Hey,” she called after us, “whatever it is, save it for lunch! we got lucky with our schedules this year!”

I shake my head a bit and clear my throat, “Thanks for asking, Em. We’ll talk at lunch, okay?”

“Okay, but if you get too… overwhelmed just text one of us during first period.” She chose her words carefully, not like she needed to, but I appreciated her for it anyway. I nodded my head and gave her a small smile.

As we catch up to Meg, she teases us for slowing her down, how we’re the ones who make her late all the time. Em and I cat fight back as we all try to find our locker assignments for the year. We’re all fairly close as the first letters of our last names are in the beginning of the alphabet. We’re at least in the same hallway.

I put in my combination and miraculously get it open on the first try. I take a deep breath, focus on the memory of putting the combination in, and close my eyes for a second. With a small, green, glow coming from my hand, I place it over my chest on the pendant of my necklace. The memory of my locker combination could never be forgotten now that I’ve placed in what is known as my own “hard drive.”

I am not a cyborg or a robot. I’m a mutant. Whenever the things that happened to me happened, it caused me to be born with a mutation. I can manipulate memories of others: I can alter them so someone remembers something completely different, I can erase them completely from someone’s memory, I can duplicate them and keep a “copy”–generally if there’s a way to manipulate a memory, I can do it. Provided, I need skin-to-skin contact with the person.

Initially, I couldn’t control this power, but was beaten and whipped into shape by a small HYDRA group to gain the ability to master it. By the time I started schooling, I could control it pretty well, no matter how strong these powers seem to grow. That’s why any skin-to-skin contact wouldn’t do anything unless I had full intention to do something about it.

The necklace was a gift from someone. I engineered it to be a database of memories I keep. It’s like files on a computer, once I’m done with something, I trash it, especially locker combinations. There’s a limited amount of space on there, and god forbid I let go of any of my trauma.

I don’t use it to cheat on tests, however, there is an occasional pop-quiz or two that I utilize my ability for. I’m not good on the spot, don’t judge me.

The bell rings, which signifies we all need to hustle our asses to first period or we’ll be late before the second bell. I throw all of the binders and books I don’t need into my locker and slam it shut. I turn and see my two friends waiting for me, “So are you working after school today?” Meg asks as she turns on her heels to walk toward her first class. Luckily our classes were all in the same direction for at least a hallway and a half (and a staircase). “Yeah, I gotta get some hours in at the diner.” I yawn.

“Don’t over-hostess yourself.” She nudges me playfully, pushing me forward a bit as we walk.

We chat among ourselves until we all have to part ways. You would think the way we were dramatically saying goodbye to each other that we would never see one another for the rest of life. Reality is that I was going to see them in a few hours for lunch.

We all have different classes based on our different interests of studies: Meg is interested in fashion and social psychology, Em currently wants to be a neurobiologist when she graduates college, and I really like fixing and building stuff. Naturally, I chose an engineering route.

I generally stay quiet when I’m outside of my group, but it doesn’t hurt to be nice to others when spoken to. I blend in, which is most important. There is one person in my classes who I’m quite buddy-buddy with, and that’s Danté Mejia. He plays offense for the football team, so he’s a friendly face, and generally a friendly guy. We usually pair up together for projects when we can. He waves at me as I walk in, “Lookie here! It’s the captain of the cheer squad!” He almost yells, trying to embarrass me somehow.

“Yeah, yeah” I shrug it off, “You guys better play a decent season so I can take my team to state! Unlike last year…”

“Hey, hey, last year we were being carried by one person, and that person sucked.” He laughs.

We all get settled into seats, then are re-assigned seats for the rest of the semester. Classes are boring and go by slowly, but luckily the first day of classes is usually just syllabus re-cap and ice-breaker games.

Lunch time finally rolls around. I step into the cafeteria hoping that Meg and Em picked a spot for us already. To my relief, they picked a small table in a quieter corner of this god-awful lunch room. I walk up to the table and plop my backpack down on the floor, fishing out my bagged lunch, and sitting down. “How’s classes so far for you guys?” I ask, but I already know the answer.

“Boring.” Meg and Em say in unison.

Yeah, that tracks.

“I’m looking forward to next period, it’s my vocational period for fashion design!” Meg beams.

“Ooh!” I lower my voice dramatically and suck my cheeks in, “I cannot wait to be your model!”

“You can’t be a model, Anna, you’re too short!” She practically laughs at me.

“The one trait I didn’t inherit and you’re gonna knock me for it?!” I place my hand on my chest, as if I was offended, “Petite models do exist!”

“They’re gonna have to for my portfolio because I don’t have taller friends!”

“If you’re so worried about it, why don’t you ask one of the other girls on the team? I’m sure they’d want to help a co-captain out!” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

“I probably will, but don’t think I’m gonna leave you two short-stacks off the menu.” She laughs.

I giggle along with Em, who has been uncharacteristically quiet. An uncomfortable silence grows over the table as we eat which causes me to shift my position in my chair. “Okay,” I break the quiet after a few moments, “what’s going on?” I look at Em and raise my brow.

Em sighs deeply “What was going on earlier in the hallway? I know it’s a rough time of year for you. Is that what it is?”

I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’ve been holding all day, “Yes.” I look at Meg, who keeps her look steady but puts down what she’s eating to pay attention, “It’s just that, it’s been about five years. I want to be myself, I want to be able to use more of my abilities, but I just feel like it’s going to put me on the radar.”

“I don’t understand,” Meg calmly proceeds, “I thought HYDRA fell in 2014. What were they still doing with you all the way in 2024?”

“That’s the thing,” I look over my shoulders to make sure no one is listening, then turn back to her, “there are still these small pockets of HYDRA groups. They seem harmless because of their size, but they have so much power, and they’re incredibly well-hidden. They were able to create and torture me without anyone seeing it, not even S.H.I.E.L.D. It wasn’t even part of the leaks Natasha Romanoff put out soon after.”

“So it’s like they were keeping a secret from their own.” Em concludes.

“Exactly.”

“Look, we don’t talk about this, so I’m just going to say it,” Meg builds up, “what about your dad? He can’t help you in any way possible?”

“Okay first of all he’s not my dad, he’s a glorified sperm donor, so let’s just get that straight.” I sigh, “Second, if he wanted me, he would’ve come to find me pre-or-post “blip” and would’ve helped his child out of the torture chamber. He knew better than anyone what it was like to be in there.”

“What if… he doesn’t remember you?” Em asks carefully.

“Honestly?” I take a moment to think, “If he doesn’t remember me, I get it, but I’m not going out of my way to re-introduce myself. What if he goes crazy? What if I trigger the… soldier in him again? It’s best if I just stay away.”

“Yeah but he’s, like, a war hero now. He fought with the Avengers during the battle of Thanos. I doubt he’s still bad and would protect you if you needed it.” Meg is very convincing, but knows it takes more than being a war hero to win my trust.

“You still wear the necklace he made you.” Em bravely points out.

“I wear it because it’s a database holder for my… stuff. It just so happens to be convenient.”

“You care about him somewhere in there.” Meg gives me a puppy-dog pout.

“Okay, this conversation is over.” I huff.

“Sorry…” Em looks down at her food she packed. I put my arm around her shoulder and bring her in for a hug. She smiles at me and we move on from the conversation quickly.

I do wonder in the back of my head what it would be like to re-connect with him. The few memories I do have with him are so drastically different. Mostly positive, despite the circumstances, some not so much.

I guess I’ll never know.

Lunch ends, faster than any of our classes because 1. they only give us 25 minutes to eat and 2. of course time flies when your with friends, even when you’re in deep conversation about your abusers and absent father. We pack up our stuff, say our goodbyes, and make our way to our next classes. I walk alone to my next class with my head spinning with many thoughts. I play with the pendant on my necklace without activating it, but quickly stop myself.

You’re going to break it one day, stop.

Not like I can ask the Winter Soldier to make me another one.  

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Espionage

Part 1: Welcome to the mf mess

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Summary:  Life wasn’t pretty as a hydra spy but accomplishing orders were all you’ve ever known. But what happens when you were assigned to pose as SHIELD agent close to the Avengers? Will you stay or betray? 

Taglist: OPEN  

A/n: Hello my beloved readers!!! Pt 1 is finally done! Yay! Also, this is my very first smau, so uh please go gentle on me if it’s awful. Anyhow, thank you for reading and have a great day! Enjoy Scrolling~

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Used To

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Masterlist

Yelena Belova Masterlist

Requested by @stephanieromanoff and (Kind of) @venablemayfairgoode: Hi!! I absolutely LOVED ‘Used To’, and I definitely felt the reader’s pain. Could you write a part 2? Like, maybe while going away from everything, reader finds Yelena and they start a relationship?

Word Count: 7.4k (long but a masterpiece of angst and fluff)

A/N: Two whole weeks of effort, literally, so worth it. I hope you feel the same after reading it

Golden light filtered through the windows, illuminating the quiet of your apartment; the light fell on your eyes. You opened them slowly and looked around the room. The windows showed the rest of the world slowly waking up, the cars whirring by as other people’s lives took their normal turn.

Breathing in slowly, you turned around slowly. The sheets shuffled underneath you, tangling your legs further into them. Turning to face the blonde in front of you, a small smile graced your lips. Fingertips grazed over her cheek as you moved the hair away from her face.

Shuffling closer to your sleeping girlfriend, your smile broadened as you noticed she was still sleeping. It wasn’t frequent that you woke up before Yelena, but you loved every second of it. Your fingers ran across her relaxed features before settling around her cheek.

Your fingertips trailed down her cheekbone onto her shoulder, till your hand was ghosting across her chest. Her heartbeat sounded just underneath your fingers, bringing a sense of comfort to you. Toying with a strand of hair on her neck, her eyes began to flutter open slowly.

Taking in a breath, her eyes opened to see you watching her. Your eyes held open affection, a gaze she found herself seeking comfort in. Hazel eyes scanned your features, she shifted to see you better. Legs tangled with yours over the sheets, the touch bringing you back to her.

“Morning,” Yelena whispered, her voice raspy from waking up. You hummed in response, fingers gently toying with her hair as a comfortable silence blanketed it you.

Soft breaths resounding in your ears as thoughts continued to run through your mind. Thoughts of a certain redhead. She had called you, more than once, more than you had expected. Even after five years, you found it hard not to pick up.

The voicemails remained on your phone. Her voice asking you to come back, telling you that it had been long enough. You could barely stop thinking about it.

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 Hey darling ! Thank you so much for requesting! I really really love this request it’s really so adorable oof- I made it into a fic and I hope you like it! Anyways, lets get straight into into it !!

Euphoria

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Originally posted by leahberman

Pairing: Avengers x Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Little like really little angst, Hydra, Overwhelming fluff, Half the Avengers act like literal babies around Y/N . I HAVE ALL THE AVENGERS SAFE AND ALIVE IN THIS AND AVENGER LOKI !! Ooc characters??

Summary: Sometimes even the empath needs empathy but she refuses to say it

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Euphoria ; the experience of excitement and intense feelings of well-being and happiness.

A silent motion walks down the streets, a silent motion called The Empathic Soul that was involved with them, The Avengers. While the rest protected, she distracted, like a guardian of the common folk who had never seen her. They wouldn’t know, but they praised, thanked and loved. Every time there was pain, there was war, there was casualties, she was there and they just knew it. They looked around but couldn’t guess. The sudden wave of calmness replacing their sorrow and panic distracting their attention from her, their silent protector.

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