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lesbesapphic · 8 months

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Mean Wanda AU

Summary - Wanda finds out about your crush on the scarlet witch. That's it.

A/N- Hey you all! Hope you are all doing well.

Just wanted to post this as a Birthday Gift from me to you all (it was my bday a few days ago). I know it's been awhile but I will try to be more active now.

Please stay on this journey with me and keep supporting me. It means the world to me especially when I disappear here and there. Just bear with me a little.

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Warning - heavy makeout session, i forgot the name suddenly but throat grabbing kink? Can't recall the name just that it starts with C, and lots of quarrel between Wanda and you that's it. Please don't flag me. It is my bday.

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After finally being done with all your work, you decided to watch your favourite show before Wanda could get her hands on the remote though a part of you wondered where the older girl was, it's been hours since you last saw her but you were glad for her absence, having the evening to yourself would be peaceful.

Halfway through it, you heard the door opening and Wanda waltzing in, her whole attention on her phone as she typed with one hand while using the other to close the door, you sulked at the fact that you didn't take the batteries out from the remote or switch them up to stop it from working, before anyone ask, you had already tried fighting Wanda on remote, you easily learned that she wasn't as fragile as she looked. She had you pinned on the floor with the remote in her hand before you could even grab her hand. Ever since then you have been relying on your intellect rather than physique.

But judging from her appearance and her focus on her phone, it didn't look like she was aiming for the remote, regardless of it, your grip on the remote tightened until Wanda pretended to walk out but instead grabbed the remote out of your hand. You hardly fought back knowing it was pointless but that didn't mean you couldn't whine knowing how much it irritated her.

"I was watching that!" You shot an annoyed glance at Wanda who jumped next to you on the couch, sitting down and switching the channel after grabbing the remote from your lap. "And now we are going to watch something else." Wanda stated while putting on one of her sitcoms. You hated to admit that despite not being a huge fan of sitcoms, you knew the story of each character by heart and would find yourself asking Wanda about any unknown entry with curiosity. You blamed Wanda for it, making you watch all her crap.

"Turn it back." You protested and Wanda rolled her eyes at your whining, "No. It is boring crap." Wanda claimed while putting her feet in your lap, deciding to give you something else to whine about. Her plan working efficiently as your focus shifted on pushing her feet off your lap.

"You don't know anything about MCU." You brushed her feet off only for her to put it back on your lap, your mind momentarily noticing how gorgeous her feet were. The thought disappeared when Wanda spoke again.

"Oh please. I know that you have some weird ass obsession with.. what's her name red witch..? Scarlet witch!" Wanda's lips curled into a smirk when your face turned slightly red, "Plus.. shouldn't you be happy serving me since her and I share such resemblance?" Wanda flipped her hair to the side and you ignored her, focusing on pushing her feet away.

"Why can't you admit that you have a crush on me?" Wanda prodded further and you could hear the grin in her voice, you looked up at her with an expression that screamed if she was out of her mind, "Are you on drugs?" You asked and she laughed, finally curling her feet under herself as she sat up.

"Why? Didn't you want a kiss from me the other day?" Wanda asked the mischief in her voice taking a condescending tone as she added, "Or shall I say from your Scarlet Witch?" Wanda asked and watched as the colors faded from your face and you visibly swallowed.

You felt your throat drying up at what you were hearing from her. She was awake. She remembered.

A few days ago, you both had come home drunk from the party and you ended up sleeping in her bed instead of your mattress on the floor. You had been watching Elizabeth Olsen's movie that night and were having a beautiful dream about her that got mixed with reality when you woke up to find her ethereal beauty in front of you, her face inches away from you and in your hazy state, you moved in to place a kiss on her lips when suddenly the sound of Wanda's obnoxious ringtone startled you back to reality. Your breathing fast as the realisation of what you were going to do hit you with the hangover from all the drink you had.

Needless to say, you had been very cautious of Wanda that day, avoiding her at all cost and flushing red every time you would have an interaction with her, afraid that Wanda would bring it up but she never did and you assumed that she must be asleep when it happened until now.

"I-I don't know what you are talking about." You cleared your throat, your eyes falling anywhere but her. You sucked in a sharp breath when Wanda tilted your chin up with her index finger, your eyes meeting her emerald ones, "Saturday Morning, you were sleeping in my bed. You were probably dreaming about that actress. You woke up and leaned in to kiss me. My ringtone snapped you out of it.. didn't it?

You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. You didn't know how to answer that. "And the worst part is.. that you regret not doing it." Wanda declared with a smug look on her face and you couldn't help but scoff at her wild statements that she was passing as if she knew everything about you.

"Now don't get ahead of yourself." You grabbed her hand that was holding your chin before pushing it away, ignoring how smooth it was on touch. How would it not? Every night Wanda would spend an hour on her skincare, moisturizing each and every inch of herself after taking a shower. The first time it happened, it made you uncomfortable seeing her half naked on her bed, slowly rubbing the lotion on her smooth legs and arms. You were pretty sure she noticed it the second time it happened because she stopped putting it on in the washroom as she would usually do but started to purposely do it in the bedroom. Remembering the time she asked you to do it for. It almost resulted in a make out session.

"Why? Don't you want to kiss your Liz?" Wanda asked raising her eyebrows innocently as if she was asking about something as trivial as your studies. "You aren't anything like her." You grumbled, looking away from her when she started laughing, groaning when she got on top of you, her legs on either side of you trapping you completely with her weight. "Ugh, Get off.." You raised your hands to push her off but she grabbed your hands, pinning them to your sides.

You start to struggle but stopped after a second, all your past efforts of when you were in a similar position with her flashes in front of your eyes and you knew that it was useless trying to win against her physical strength instead you decided to retaliate with your expression, giving Wanda a cold look, "What do you want from me?" You asked, letting out a sigh of exasparation.

Wanda's smirk widen when she noticed how quickly you stopped your struggle, you learned fast. She liked that but she loved the fight in you more. She knew you all too well, it was still there. Just the right answer from her and you would be wriggling again, "Admit that you have a crush on me and want a kiss." She replied and watched as your faced turned red before you started struggling again.

"You are stupid." You growled the words trying to get your hands free or to get her off you but all your attempts were failing and the smug look on Wanda's face was only riling you up until you couldn't fight anymore, breathing heavily, you fell back on the couch, resting your head back while you glared at Wanda who smiled at you with not a single bead of sweat on her. "Aww Baby, are you tired? You want a kiss?" Wanda asked and you mustered up all your energy into your words, hoping to drive your point in, "I will bite." You claimed and Wanda raised an eyebrow, the smile dropping off her face and it, for a moment scared you, but you didn't let it faze you as you stood in a staring competition with her.

"Like this?" Wanda asked before leaning and biting onto your neck hard, her teeth digging and you yelped in pain almost throwing Wanda off you before you could complain or call her some colorful words, she started kissing the area she bit, sucking on it. You let out a soft moan before quickly biting on your lip to hold it in as Wanda slowly started kissing her way up, occasionally nibbling and sucking as she moved toward your ear before taking the earlobe in between her teeth, making you suck in a sharp intake,

"If you even think about doing anything like that, I will tie you up and have my way with you." Wanda whispered in your ear and your face couldn't get any more red, she squeezed your hands into the couch before letting go, with all your previous similar encounters with her, you knew she wanted your hands to stay there and you almost laughed internally as if you could even move them after what she said and did.

"And you will consent to it. You will beg me to take you." Wanda added and you stayed quiet, trying to not focus too much on the pool of wetness collecting in your panties, "Are you going to bite now?" She asked and you slowly shook your head, your stomach flipping when she whispered a soft, 'Good' before leaning in and placing her lips against yours in a surprisingly tender kiss and you instantly reciprocated.

It's been a while since you two had a moment as this. You didn't know where it would lead you to or how it will end or if it would ever happen again but in that moment you chose to stay in the present to feel her tender lips against yours, her fingers slipping underneath your shirt, feel her hot breath hitting your neck as her lips left a burning trail of desire.

You wouldn't ever admit but maybe it was better than the 'crap' you were watching.

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Hope you all like it!

Although it is said that this au doesn't have a name! Feel free to suggest one! Bonus points for Taylor Swift themed name XD.

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kazmyass · 1 year

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Hey! Not sure if this is where I should leave a request but I’d love to see the prompt “Have you eaten today?” “Am I gonna get in trouble if I say no?” With Wanda Maximoff x Reader all good if not :)

Baby Steps

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x gn!reader

Description: Wanda, new to the Avengers after the events of Age of Ultron, finds peace in the reader. But when the reader starts showing signs of an eating disorder, Wanda does her best to help in a situation where she feels powerless.

Warnings: eating disorder, talk of disordered eating, angst with fluff sprinkled in at the end

Words: 1269

A/N: hii this is my first post and it’s a request yippee! to anyone who is struggling with disordered eating, i want you to know you’re not alone. you can always message me to talk. my messages are open. you are loved and valued, and you are worth much more than the number on a scale or a measuring tape.

Wanda was observant. She was the kind of person who noticed when someone was a little too quiet. She noticed the small things, but didn’t really speak up about it. After all, being new to the Avengers would definitely make someone not want to speak up. She felt like she had no place to.

It wasn’t until y/n came back from their mission that Wanda started to feel like she belonged. Y/n had been gone for the first few days of Wanda’s stay at the compound, so to see that there was another Avenger startled Wanda.

But y/n was kind, caring. They were gentle with everyone, unlike some of the others. Everyone seemed to like y/n. It wasn’t long before Wanda and y/n became close.

Wanda noticed the small things about y/n. She noticed that y/n always wet their hairbrush before brushing their hair. She noticed the kinds of books they liked to read. She noticed that they seemed especially happy on rainy days. But that wasn’t the only thing Wanda had seen.

Wanda saw the times that y/n would slip away right after dinner. She saw how, when asked if they wanted a snack, they would always politely refuse. It puzzled her.

But it didn’t take long to figure it out. Y/n had an eating disorder. To think that someone that happy, that kind could do such a thing to themselves. Wanda wanted to reach into y/n’s mind, figure out what the problem was and stop it. But that would be way overstepping a boundary.

As time went on Wanda got closer to y/n, she began to fall more and more in love with them. And when they asked Wanda to be their girlfriend, she was more than happy to say yes. And ever since that day, Wanda vowed to love y/n as much as she could.

“Dragul meu? (my love?),” Wanda asked one day, hoping that today would be different. She walked into their shared bedroom, hoping to give y/n a gentle wake-up call. “What do you want for breakfast?”

Y/n groaned, rolling over and squinting their eyes. “Maybe just a coffee,” They said, voice raspy. Both the rasp and the answer made Wanda’s stomach flutter.

“Milk and sugar okay, dragoste (love)?” Wanda asked, hoping to whatever god was listening that y/n would say yes.

“Black is good for me,” They said, sitting up. Wanda pursed her lips into a small smile and nodded. Giving y/n a soft kiss on the forehead, she murmured, “Are you doing alright?”

Y/n knew that Wanda knew about their eating disorder. They hadn’t had extensive conversations about it, but at that point, nearly everyone in the compound knew. Y/n just chose to ignore that. But with Wanda, they were honest. Well, as honest as they could be.

“I’ve got it under control, don’t worry dragă (darling),” Y/n whispered back, slipping into Wanda’s native tongue. Wanda furrowed her brows, but pushed her worry aside. Y/n wouldn’t lie to her, right?

“I know, I just worry,” She said.

“And you don’t need to, I’m okay.” Y/n gave Wanda’s hand a slight squeeze. Wanda nodded.

“Well, I’d better make that coffee then, shouldn’t I?”

By the time the afternoon rolled around, Wanda was restless. She wasn’t due for training like the others since she wasn’t put on the schedule for that day. She kept running y/n’s words in her head over and over again.

I’ve got it under control. If y/n was telling the truth, why did it feel like they were slipping further and further away? Why did it feel like Wanda could only watch as y/n fell deeper in the hole? Her thoughts were interrupted as Pietro sped into the room.

“Wanda! It’s y/n! They-” He panted. Wanda stood, eyes widening. “They fainted, during combat training!” Wanda felt as if her whole world stopped. Y/n, her love, had finally pushed themselves too far.

“Which gym?” She said, face like stone.

“Uhh, 3A, Rogers is with her now-” Wanda didn’t wait for Pietro to finish. She dashed through the compound and down to the level where the training rooms were. She could feel a sob catching in her throat as she struggled to find room 3A. With tears threatening her lower lashline, she tore through each of the gyms until she found it.

Steve was next to y/n who was sitting against the far wall, sipping a bottle of water. When Wanda approached, Steve backed off, not wanting to be a part of what seemed to be a hard conversation.

“Y/N!” Wanda cried, kneeling next to her partner. “What happened, are you-” Wanda choked on a sob. She could see y/n’s face twist in sadness. Y/n placed their hands on Wanda’s cheeks and shook their head.

“Please don’t cry,” They said. When Wanda had calmed for a moment, she took a deep breath.

“Please, honestly, have you eaten today?” Y/n’s face fell. They looked down for a moment.

“Am I going to get in trouble if I say no?” They whispered. Wanda’s stomach dropped. She bit her lip for a moment, and thought about what she should say next.

“No, no you won’t get in trouble darling,” She said slowly. “Come, we’ll get you to the infirmary-”

“No-”

“Y/n please.” Wanda looked at y/n, practically begging them to come with her. Y/n was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Okay, but I don’t know if I’m ready to get better yet,” they said. This broke Wanda’s heart.

“You don’t have to get better all at once. Pași de bebeluș (baby steps), okay?” Wanda said. Y/n nodded again.

“Baby steps.”

“Y/n! I was talking to Banner, and he said there’s something called supplement! It’s a drink, so when you can’t finish your meals, you can have that instead!” Wanda said, entering y/n’s hospital room. It wasn’t long before y/n was admitted for malnutrition. But Wanda visited everyday. She stayed at the hospital day and night and only left for food and to clean herself up. And to talk to Banner of course.

“I don’t know...” y/n said, looking down at their hands.

“You don’t have to use it all the time, or at all. Just try it?” Wanda said, taking a seat next to y/n.

“Maybe-” Y/n was cut off by the sing-song voice of a nurse entering the room with a tray. A tray of food.

“Lunchtime!!” The nurse said. Wanda could see the panic enter y/n’s eyes as the nurse got closer. She took y/n’s hand in hers and squeezed, letting them know they she was right there.

“Thank you,” Wanda said, speaking for the panicked patient. Y/n looked at Wanda, eyes brimming with tears.

“I don’t know if I can-” They started. They cut themselves off before saying more.

“Baby steps,” Wanda reassured them. “How about this, you take one bite of the sandwich, and I’ll take one too. We’ll share it, okay?” Y/n took a deep breath and nodded. Wanda did her best to keep y/n distracted throughout the meal. It took a while, due to their abnormally small bites, but they finished the sandwich.

“O Doamne (oh my god)! We finished it my love! That’s amazing! You’re doing amazing, “ Wanda said when y/n had finished their last bite. “I knew you could do it!”

“It was easier like that,” Y/n admitted.

“Well, in that case dragul meu (my darling), I’ll eat with you for as long as it takes. Even if it means forever.” Wanda said, still amazed at how well y/n had done. This was the most they had eaten in a couple days.

“Promise?”

“Promisiune (promise).”

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levans44 · 1 year

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chapter 4 - london fog, hot

Rain knocked on her shop window on a dull, cold Thursday as she sat behind the counter, chin in hand, listening to the tiny tv in the corner.

“… confirmed that Tony Stark, billionaire industrialist and former CEO of Stark Industries, has been spotted checking into New York-Presbyterian Hospital just last night. Mr. Stark seemed to be on a temporary hiatus this past month, and this is his first public spotting since a Stark Tech press conference in October. While witnesses claim he was not in critical condition, the exact source of his injury has remained undisclosed. Recent reports have linked his condition to the Avengers initiative and related S.H.I.E.L.D activity, an organization currently under the leadership of Director Nicholas Fur-“

The tv powered off with a click as she let out a loud sigh, stretching her feet.

Hearing the news about Tony felt strange. Somehow, that short meeting she had with him made her worry about him in a way she wouldn’t have before. This kind of thing was on the news all the time, public speculations about the most recent Avengers activity, but having met Tony it just felt more real.

In more personal news, it had been over a month since Steve came to visit. When he didn’t call or text within the first few days, she started to worry that maybe she had scared her off by giving him her number, or by telling him that she knew who he was.

By the second week, she was beating herself over it — could she have pushed him away by being too impatient?

But by the third week, she was angry. Could he seriously not have given her a text, a call, just to tell her he wasn’t interested? She thought he was different, or maybe she had just wanted him to be different. There was one brief thought that had passed her mind while watching the news about Tony — could his hiatus have something to do with Steve ghosting her?

Maybe they weren’t related at all.

Maybe it was just a bad coincidence.

Maybe he just didn’t want to call.

Pushing the thoughts away from her mind, she glanced outside, clutching tighter to her cup of London Fog — earl grey tea and lavender foam, a touch of vanilla syrup.

It was coming down even harder, and dark clouds were starting rolling over the sky even though the clock read just past 7. She wrapped the cardigan around her waist tighter, standing up to close up shop early.

As she reached the door, she saw a tall figure with a hoodie pulled low, quickly rounding the corner. Before she could expect the worst, she caught a glimpse of the face, barely visible in the dark.

“Steve?”

He seemed startled, lifting his head and coming to an abrupt stop in front of her. “Hi” his deep voice barely audible in the rain, she had to squint to confirm that it was him.

“I… c-come in!” His clothes were soaked through, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He nodded in appreciation as she let him step in and closed the door behind him.

“Do you.. want some coffee, or a blanket maybe?”

Or a new change of clothes? He must be freezing, she thought.

“No no, thank you I’m good. I just…” He sighed, voice rougher than usual, face still tucked under the hoodie.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here… in a while.”

Yeah, a month.

“It’s just that I…” he glanced off to the side, hand rubbing the back of his neck — he was nervous.

But about what? Maybe he was here to let her down gently. Like ‘hey, sorry I ghosted you for a whole month after you gave me your number. I could have texted or called, but nope, I didn’t. Anyway, the answer’s no. Bye!’

“I’ve just been a bit… preoccupied these past few weeks. I should’ve called you but-“ Steve sighed, glancing up.

At that gesture, the dim cafe lights caught this face from underneath the hood, and she couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp at the sight.

His entire face was bruised black and blue — a huge, dark red gash on his cheek, a bruise and a small bump on the bridge of his nose like it’s been broken, and a split lip.

“Holy shit, Steve, w-what happened?”

A momentary look of confusion replaced by realization.

“Oh this is just a…” Steve let out a small laugh to himself. She didn’t get the joke.

“…an occupational hazard” He made it out to sound more like a question, but it clicked for her nonetheless.

Tony Stark, the most public figure out of all of the Avengers, withdrawing from any and all public appearances for the last few weeks, for the same amount of time Steve stopped visiting. The rumors about new Avengers activity. Tony Stark’s ‘return’ last night. Everything made sense now, and she felt a huge sense of relief wash over her.

It wasn’t a coincidence.

He had meant to call back.

“I…” she was still stunned, attention still mostly absorbed by how messed up his face looked. Still insanely handsome, though.

“I don’t mean to keep you for long. I know it’s late. I just wanted to apologize for not calling earlier and…” A deep breath as she held hers.

“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner tomorrow, with me.”

At the absolutely nauseating yet wonderful feeling in her gut, she was sure that her heart had dropped straight down to her stomach.

After a few seconds had passed, during which she stood there gaping like a silent idiot, Steve nodded, dash of disappointment flashing across his face, and turned around to leave.

“Wait, Steve” she all but yelled, hand frantically landing on his forearm in an attempt to hold him back. He looked back at her, her hand retracting just as quickly as she’d extended it.

“Uhm…” she fidgeted under his gaze. She was never good at this kid of stuff. Was she really going to do this?

“Have you… have you eaten yet?”

He shook his head out of the corner of her eye.

“I was just about to close. Did you want to get dinner… now?”

Steve smiled, about to nod his head, before his smile faltered. “I would love to, I really would” he said, seeming the most exasperated she’s ever seen him. “It��s just that. I can’t really go out looking like…” he gestured to his face and the rest of his ensemble, dripping-wet hoodie and sweats, sneakers squeaking unpleasantly from the rain.

At the frustration on his bruised face, she smiled.

“Who said anything about going out?”

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ellayuki · 1 year

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17112022 - Marvel / MCU

"Nope, nope, nope. Not today, nope."

"Come on, Clint, we can take them. We can."

And the thing is, Clint knows, as he bodily drags Natasha away from the oncoming swarm of cutthroats and mercenaries thirsting for their blood, that they could, normally, take them, yes.

Normally.

Today is not a normal day.

Today, both their equilibriums are shot to hell from a close range explosion that they managed to escape without serious injuries or dying by the skin of their teeth. Today, right this moment, Clint is entirely out of arrows and things to use as arrows, and Nat is down to only one Widow's Bite and not much else.

Today, they're shit out of luck unless they make it to the safehouse ASAP, and he'll be damned if he lets Natasha try and play the hero just because she sometimes doesn't know when to damn well quit and regroup. Stubborn ass.

He snorts as she tries to pry herself free of his grip. "Come on, there aren't even-" She starts, and yeah, no.

"There's at least forty of them, and only two of us, and guess what, Nat? They're armed to the teeth. We're not."

"We've been in worse scenarios," she insists, all bull-headed self-assuredness. Clint wants to scream a little bit. Or maybe knock her out, throw her over his shoulder, and continue running.

"We're still getting out of here, you stubborn mule," he hisses through grit teeth and pulls her along, grip on her wrist unyielding.

#clint barton #natasha romanoff #clintasha #clint x natasha #marvel #mcu #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #mcufic

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doctorofmagic · 3 months

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I love Doctor Strange (Comics version) and I really want my MCU friends to like Doctor Strange, but they said, he is immature, arrogant and too prideful and a copy of Tony Stark...(were talking about the MCU here) Anyways, I just want them to open their eyes and appreciate Doctor Strange overall character (Comics version here). But I don't know how to explain it or sum up my thoughts on why I love such a character.

If they don't want to touch comics, then I'm afraid I can't do much to help them realize how much of an altruistic, caring and lovable character he is outside of the MCU. MoM is a complicated movie that only fans are capable of reading into his layers and see his growth as a character. It's understandable in DS1 since it's his origin/self-journey as a hero, but I've had my criticisms towards his characterization since IW (which was a very unpopular opinion when the fics went BOOM). Even NWH, which is a movie that I simply ADORE, didn't spare Stephen's arrogance from murdering his true characterization.

What I caaaan do is offer recs for beginners, as I often do. You can check my guides on my pinned posts (need to update them but I'm working on it asap). But if they don't want to go for a Tonyfication that may appear in v4, I'd go all way down to DODS + Strange v3 + DS v6. I know he isn't the protagonist in Strange v3, but it's part of the story, and maybe seeing how Clea praises Stephen's capacity for love may change their perspective?

I don't know if they're willing to read my articles either but well, they exist for a reason, which is newcomers to have a chance and learn that he isn't exactly what the MCU has been portraying lately.

In any case, they're welcome here if they want to learn more! I too changed my mind on many characters throughout the years and even learned to love them with given time and proper reading. It demands a little bit of effort but this is what I do when I'm hyperfixated on my faves haha

You're also welcome here, we gladly built a safe community to show our love for the disaster wizard 💜 Other than that, this is the farthest my persusion goes haha

I rest my case, your honor.

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance?#doctor strange #stephen strange #mcufication #anti-mcu

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vampibrainrot · 6 months

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I have some conflicting feelings about White Widow #1 preview. I like that they are giving Yelena her own space, building a life the way she wants, far away from the Red Room and Nat's shadow. Plus her fighting cap and not giving a shit about who he is or the avengers trying to stop her was good.

What I don't like are the changes and retcons that are probably being made to make her more similar to her MCU counterpart. The preview already showed that her origin was changed. Now she is someone who was taken from her family, trained since her childhood, and forced to become a widow. There's even a panel of her hugging Natasha's dead body and the narration talking about losing family. I wouldn't mind these changes if it wasn't ignoring a big part of Yelena's character, her motivations and one of the biggest differences between her and other widows.

Yelena chose this. She chose this life. She joined the Red Room of her own will, bc she wanted to do something good for her country. Almost every story featuring her talks about how she is different from the others bc she had a choice and her choice was to be a widow. Yeah, the Red Room lied about things and she wasn't 100% aware of everything, but she knew that life as a spy was hard and painful, but she wanted this anyway. Yelena's wish to help her people and change things was stronger than anything and she endured and faced everything the Red Room threw against her. Comparing herself with Natasha and hearing it from others made her want to create her legacy and something for herself, but this also included her wish to do something good. Replacing it with the MCU storyline adds nothing to her character, actually, it takes a lot, making her just a copy of Nat. The second miniseries is all about Natasha trying to convince her to give up and live a normal life, saying that Yelena is too naive and that she (Yelena) doesn't understand what means to live like this and what it takes while Yelena's response is just "I don't care. It's my life, I will live the way I want and you don't have the right to interfere or stop me".

The second complaint, her jokes. These just... don't suit her. She was shown to be the type of person who has more acidic and dark humor, the type that feels like throwing salt in a wound (and she probably wouldn't even notice sometimes). She is brutally honest. The jokes on the preview felt.. idk it just doesn't feel right for her.

And lastly, and this is a minor one, why is she living in the US? Why not make her return to Russia and explore her love and loyalty to her people? Show more of how she plans to help and how she deals with those who stand in her way (*cough government cough*), bring back the winter guard. It feels like a wasted chance ik?

#Oh well this ended up a lot longer than expected #I hate the mcufication of things #Its annoying and frustrating and a bit disrespectful #Disrectful to the characters and everyone who worked in these stories #Just for their work to be replaced with a more superficial version #yelena belova #white widow #Marvel #Comics

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marvisions · 1 year

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to the person on these tags who's obsessed with samberto and danirahne and the characters but the MOVIE version of them: please pick up the comics. It's infinitely better and a thousand times less racist, plus you get some ACTUAL samberto scenes in them

#sunspot #roberto da costa #new mutants #the new mutants #samberto #i CANNOT have mcufication happening to the new mutants as well please the movie isnt even good. hyping up racism aint worth it

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flynniganrider · 1 year

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phineas and ferb reboot avatar studios young adult gaang movie new show about the avatar after korra zuko movie toy story 5 frozen 3

#as u can tell..#the mcufication of atla makes me HHHHHGGGHHGGGH the most literally nothing after sozin's comet p4 avatar aang is canon <3 sorry..#anyways bye i'm going fr now #also since when the gifs are this small on mobile...#selina.txt

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mallwalker · 1 year

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there was a tiny tiny minority of people who complained about how critical role's second campaign was almost entirely disconnected from the first except for being in the same world and so in response to that they just . they . Everyone is here

#charlie dot txt #mcufication of dungeons and dragons actual play

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talagirl · 2 years

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i have so many movies i want to watch but im not built to watch movies outside of a theatre setting (in darkness and comfortable and with someone else and no distractions) but none of my irls have the attention span or farsi fluency to sit down and watch quiet iranian movies with me

#war on terror was truly a failure bc how is it that the people behind the mcufication of entertainment are still walking free

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kazmyass · 1 year

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hey i have a request and its fine if you dont do it cause its a little different to your others! y/n is in a movie with scar, lizzie and flo, y/n sh’s but the others dont know that but one day they see the cuts on y/n’s wrist. i lovee your other oneshots btw

One Day At A Time

Pairings: Scarlett Johansson x gn!reader, Lizzie Olsen x gn!reader, Florence Pugh x gn!reader

Description: After a long day on set, y/n doesn’t notice their scars are visible.

Warnings: TW DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL MAKE YOU RELAPSE!!! self harm, mention of scars, angst, lots of comfort.

Words: 900

Prompt: Person A has scars and person B finds out about them

A/N: First of all, thank you for the love, I truly appreciate it! You all mean so much to me! I hope you enjoy, and like I’ve said before, my DMs are always open <3

It was weeks, nearly days since y/n had last self harmed. In all honesty, they were doing better than they had in a while. Since being cast in the up and coming Marvel television series, a spinoff of the Avengers, they had felt better. Happier.

They were with some of their best friends. Scarlett was like a mother to y/n, Lizzie and Florence were like sisters. They had become a family, the four of them. And since they were so close and spent so much time together, y/n barely even thought about self harming.

Of course the urge would come back once and awhile. But that wasn’t the problem. It was the scars. Y/n’s scars weren’t the freshest, but they were definitely still there. Their makeup artist who had been with them since the beginning knew how to cover them up, so no one else on set really knew about y/n’s scars. And it wasn’t like y/n’s costume was extremely revealing anyways.

Y/n sat in their trailer, finishing up their hair and zipping up the last bits of their costume.

“You almost ready babes?” Scarlett knocked on the door of the trailer.

“Yeah! I’ll be out in moment!” Y/n called.

“Good! We got you coffee,” Y/n could practically hear Florence wink.

“Thank you!”

When y/n had finished getting ready, they opened the door to their trailer and was greeted with three smiling faces and four cups of coffee. And a croissant, of course, Florence’s favourite.

“Director wants us in the studio by 8, if we run we can make it.” Lizzie said.

“Jesus Christ, why did no one tell me? Its 7:57!” Y/n’s face went pale.

“Run!” Florence yelled, taking off into a sprint, completely forgetting to give y/n their coffee.

Y/n looked down at their phone. 10:37 pm. They had been on set for nearly 15 hours, and all y/n wanted was to go back to their hotel room and sleep. Y/n barely noticed the lack of makeup on their forearm when they and the girls were walking back to their trailers.

“I didn’t know they added scars to your character. When did they do that?” Lizzie asked out of the blue, nodding towards y/n’s arm.

Y/n cocked their head for a moment, confused as to what Lizzie was talking about.

“Wait yeah, those are badass!” Scarlett added on.

The four reached the trailer section of the set. And it hit y/n. They were talking about their self harm scars.

“I-” Y/n started, too shocked to be able to form a sentence. Florence’s face was the first to drop. She smacked her hand over her mouth and whispered a muffled, “Lizzie.”

Lizzie realized within a split second, as did Scarlett. Scarlett was the first to speak.

“Oh baby, c’mere.” She said, holding her arms out for a hug. Y/n stood for a moment, then collapsed into Scarlett’s arms. Florence and Lizzie enveloped y/n in a big hug and the four were silent for a minute.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. If I had known I never would have said anything” Lizzie said when they broke apart.

Y/n stayed silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Florence said, taking y/n’s hand in hers.

Y/n was still silent. Then they took a deep breath.

“I don’t know. I just, I struggle sometimes. I’ve never been like, officially diagnosed or anything, but,” Y/n looked at their faces. Each one of them was focused entirely on them. “I just feel like there’s no way out sometimes. So I...” Y/n trailed off, gesturing to their arm as a conclusion to their sentence.

“Oh hun, I’m so sorry you have to go through that. That’s awful.” Lizzie said.

“It’s okay.” Y/n said, tears threatening to fall from their eyes.

“No, it’s not. You shouldn’t have to go through that. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, let alone a beautiful soul like yours,” Scarlett said. She took y/n’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “We’re here for you love, no matter what.”

Florence had stayed silent the whole time. It was confusing to y/n, Florence usually was the most supportive out of the three girls.

“Hey guys, can I just talk to y/n alone real quick. We’ll meet up with you after.” Florence asked.

“Yeah of course, we’ll see you back at the hotel?” Scarlett said.

Florence nodded, watching the two girls leave and then turning her attention to y/n.

“I understand how you feel.” Florence said.

“Thank you,” y/n said, not really realizing what Florence was really saying.

“No I mean, I really understand.” Florence stayed silent and looked at y/n. Y/n searched Florence’s eyes. And it clicked.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Y/n said.

“Why? It’s been ages and I’m not ashamed. They’re my battle scars. I know it sounds cliche, but I went through a lot a couple years ago, and I like to think of them as a sign that it gets better. How long has it been?” Florence explained.

“Two weeks,” Y/n said.

“Two weeks is amazing y/n!” Florence watched as y/n smiled sheepishly. “Look, I’m not going to tell you to come to me whenever you feel like doing this, or tell you to bring me what you use or whatever you’ve heard before. Just take it one day at a time. Okay?”

“Okay.” Y/n said.

“I love you, y/n. We all do.”

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levans44 · 1 year

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chapter 3 - triple shot cold brew, pump of caramel

The next time Steve visited her cafe, he wasn’t alone, which sort of threw a wrench in their established routine.

She watched nervously as he approached the glass door, accompanied by a man wearing dark shades and a woman with straight, shoulder-length red hair. She gulped, hastily wiping her hands on her apron. Could it really be?

The three of them walked in in a rather amusing manner; the woman seemed to be trying to persuade Steve to do something, while the other guy strolled in first, peering around the shop curiously. He spotted the register and grinned widely, starting to slide the aviators off of his face. Steve, who was busy waving the woman off, stopped his friend, muttering “keep ‘em on, Tony.”

As they walked closer, it finally sank in that the red-haired woman was indeed the Black Widow, signature leather jacket and all. Judging by the facial hair, expensive-looking shades, and just the unmistakeable swagger, Steve’s other friend was, holy shit, Tony fucking Stark. Her head span a little — now, there was no longer one, but three Avengers inside her tiny cafe.

“Hi,” Steve offered her a rather apologetic smile, noticing the surprise on her face, which she was no doubt masking poorly.

“Hi! Uhm,” Think! “How can I help you guys today?”

It felt weird to even say that out loud. Her? Helping the Avengers?

Instead of getting a response, however, she heard Ironman (Tony, whatever) repeat her name out loud to himself, eyes mulling over the nametag clipped to her apron.

She perked up, eyes widening. “I… yep! That’s me.” She didn’t know how else to respond to that, especially with Tony sporting that rather odd grin, peering at her over the top of his glasses. Black Widow (Natasha was her ‘human’ name, she remembered), stood by with her arms crossed, sneaking clandestine glances between her and Steve (who looked absolutely mortified) with that same amused smirk on her face.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Just three coffees, please.” Steve muttered, pulling out his wallet.

“Sure, would you-“

“Now, hold on, Steve.” Tony interrupted, raising a hand, and all three sets of eyes fell on him.

“I want to see if she’s got any recommendations for us.”

At that, Steve’s face turned redder than the red velvet cake she had iced that morning.

“Tony…” Steve trailed off, obviously embarrassed. She could tell that this was something of an inside joke to the three of them — both Natasha and Tony seemed to be seconds away from bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Uhm, sure!” She responded, still eyeing them cautiously. Were the Avengers always this… eccentric?

“What kind of flavors do you guys prefer in your coffee? I could recommend something more bitter, fruitier, sweeter…”

“Oh, I’m sure Steve here will take as much sugar as he can get.” Tony patted Steve on the shoulder, making the poor man blush three times harder. Natasha had to clear her throat and look away just to retain her poker face.

“Ok, great, I’ll uh, make something for all three of you to try.”

As she rang them up, she had to resist from smiling at the look Steve was giving her through all of the blushing (it read: ’I’m so sorry, please don’t hate me’).

When she placed their drinks on the counter, Tony immediately grabbed his cup, licking his lips as he brought it up to his mouth.

“I gotta warn ya, I’m a bit of an expert when it comes to coffee.” He glanced at her over those shades while he took a sip of his drink — triple shot cold brew with a pump of caramel. For a busy guy like Tony Stark, it was the only drink that made sense. She got Natasha a hot dark roast, guessing it was no nonsense and straightforward like her.

She watched, trying to stifle a smile as Tony’s face stretched wide into a grin, eyebrows raised over the aviators.

“Damn, you were right Rogers. She is good.”

It was her turn to blush at that: had Steve talked to his superhero friends about her? What could he possibly have said?

Before things could get too awkward, a very perceptive Natasha called out for Tony, steering him away from her and Steve.

Once Tony was (mostly) out of earshot, Steve leaned across the counter, biceps bulging through his tight grey shirt, as he gave her an apologetic smile.

“Again, I’m very sorry about… them.” They both eyed his friends standing in the doorway, pretending to be partaking in a serious conversation but very obviously eavesdropping.

“It’s okay” she laughed. It was endearing, she thought, that even superheroes went out to get coffee together during lunch.

That thought had been occupying her mind, though: at this point in their relationship, did he seriously still think that she didn’t know who he was?

“I know who you are, you know.” Screw it, he had to know at this point, right? No guy is ever that humble. It felt ridiculous to not mention it.

“Oh?”

She let out a small laugh, feeling weird for even saying it out loud. Like it was some sort of a naughty secret that needed be kept under wraps.

“You’re Capt-”

“Oh, that!”

He exclaimed, glancing off to the side, hand reaching the back of his neck in that familiar manner. She pursed her lip at the way his shirt rode up over his jeans.

“Yeah, I… Guess the secret’s out.”

Much to her astonishment, he seemed disappointed that she knew, his posture somehow more guarded than before. It couldn’t be easy, she thought, trusting people when you’re Captain America. Maybe he had liked living as just Steve in her cafe for a little while, as the human behind the showy superhero alias.

Other than the disappointment, he also seemed nervous about her finding out. She almost scoffed at the thought; was he really worried that she’d no longer be interested in him because of his secret identity? She’d be damned if that wasn’t the most humble thing she’d ever heard of. Typical Steve.

Thing is, she’d only ever liked Steve for who he was with her — the version of him who’s always the most enthusiastic when it comes to her desserts; the one who keeps her company whenever business is slow; the one who asked her if she believed in soulmates; the one who never fails to send butterflies fluttering in her stomach with a single smile, a glance.

That endearingly awkward guy who shuffled into her tiny cafe on that random, opportune Monday and asked her for a recommendation.

And with all of these fuzzy, happy memories in her mind, it was hard to find a reason to not do what she was about to do next.

“Anyway, I’m sorry again for my… friends, they can-“

“Give me your cup.”

He looked up at her in surprise, those blue eyes crinkling into a confused smile as he slid his cup across the counter.

‘Steve :)

A cheese factory erupted in France.

Da brie everywhere!’

The cup read. Turning it around in her hand she brought her pen up to the surface, scribbling down 10 digits in shaky handwriting.

“Here, um… don’t feel pressured to or anything but…” She muttered, sliding the cup back over.

Steve’s confused expression soon turning into a wide smile as he read the cup, those cheeks tinting pink again. The guarded tension in his shoulders notably dissipated, much to her relief.

“Thank you.” A pause.

“I... I will.”

She nodded and ducked her head, failing to hide a blush of her own.

“Steve, we gotta head back.” Natasha suddenly called from across the cafe. They turned to notice Tony frowning at something on his phone, expression uncharacteristically rigid.

She watched Natasha give Steve a look, one she couldn’t quite decipher but knew was about something serious, something work-related. Steve couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face, but as soon as he checked the message lighting up his phone, he immediately turning stoic, shoulders stiffening and jaw setting. He straightened up, an air of professionalism appearing around him in a matter of seconds.

“I’m sorry, we have to go.”

“Of course.” She nodded understandingly.

“…and thank you, again.” He lifted his cup in appreciation and gave her a smile, before joining the other two.

Natasha gave her a wave from the door as Tony yelled “I’ll be back next week, coffee girl!” Steve jostled them both out, giving her one last wave before all three of them rushed out of the cafe, turned the corner, and disappeared out of sight.

And that was the last time she saw Steve in a long time.

(cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar masterlist

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