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marvelseries19 · 1 year

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SURPRISE!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!reader

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Summary: Based on this request. A relaxing day with your girlfriend ends up with a surprise.

A/N: Here it is finally. I kind of rushed it a bit just to make sure it came out before I start with tests and stuff so, if there's any mistake on pronouns or something please let me know so I can edit it, also is the first time I have written for a gender neutral character so, have that in mind. Please enjoy.

Warnings: None that I'm aware of.

Word count: 1085

[You don't have permission to repost or translate any of my stories or claim them as yours]

(This picture is from Pinterest)

You loved your job.

It was the one change you had to leave the environment you were born in and actually do something that mattered in your eyes. But, you were also tired, everyone was. Fury had the team working nonstop for weeks now and finally, he grew a conscience and gave you a week off.

This brings you to now, laying on the couch with your girlfriend on top of you. She had a thing for resting her head on your chest, her ear being directly on top of your heart and you absolutely loved it. It gave you the perfect opportunity to thread your fingers through her hair.

Moments like this made you love the fact that you kept your apartment away from the compound. You loved your found family but, they could be a lot, especially after weeks of being almost attached to the hip, and the added privacy was a plus.

You had been dating for a few months now and you felt that you had met your whole life, and to be honest with the way you two acted with each other, the others thought so too. It only took a look before you both climbed into your car and went to your apartment.

You and Wanda had a simple plan.

Order takeout, put on some sitcoms, and then just cuddle until bedtime. It was the perfect plan for two introverts such as yourselves and it was doing wonders for both of your moods.

That was until Wanda’s phone started ringing. “Nooooo,” You said, hugging her, preventing her from reaching for it.

“Baby, at least let me see who it is,” She said, to which you let her just take a pick at her screen. Once she saw who it was she realized she really needed to answer it. “Honey, I need to answer that. It’ll just be a minute, I promise”

You huffed “Fine, but I’ll be waiting, I still haven’t reached my cuddles quota” The witch nodded and got up from you leaving a short peck on your lips.

Unbeknownst to you, weeks ago Wanda had been looking to adopt a puppy for you, you had talked about it for a while having been told that it could help to maintain your anxiety at bay and secretly because you and Wanda didn’t have a chance to have one when you were little so, all in all, it was a win-win to get you one in the brunette’s eyes.

The call was about the lady at the adoption center telling her that she was parked outside with the puppy. As it turns out, Wanda had forgotten all about it since it had been a few very hectic weeks and her mind was on the missions. She just hoped you would enjoy the surprise.

“Okay so… I have a surprise for you,” Your girlfriend said, going into the living room again.

"A surprise?" You replied confused, "Wait… did I forget something?" You got up in an instant at the thought of forgetting an important event.

"No, no, no. It's just something I wanted to do for you for a while and it’s finally here” She grabbed your keys from the coffee table where you had tossed them when you arrived. You gave her a confused look but ultimately decided to just let her be and eventually find out what this was all about. “I’ll be right back, baby” She gave you another peck and left the apartment.

A few minutes passed and you were starting to get nervous, debating whether you should go find her or not but before you could make any decision you heard the giggle of the keys.

You watched intently toward the front door waiting to find out what she was doing and what the surprise was. Wanda walked in with her back turned to you, which you assume it’s to hide her hands and whatever she was holding.

“Okay, I need you to close your eyes,” She said, looking at you from over her shoulder. You did as she said and patiently waited for whatever she meant to do. You heard her quiet steps getting closer and right before she was able to tell you to open your eyes you heard a cute little bark. You immediately opened your eyes at the intrusion to be face to face with a black and white husky puppy, looking at you with its big blue eyes.

“I guess someone was excited to meet you,” Wanda said petting the puppy’s head. “This is Atlas… your new companion”

“You got me a puppy?” You were still shocked, never expecting Wanda to actually get you one.

“Yeah… I hope that’s okay,” She shifted her weight on her leg. “It’s just… you told me you had been thinking about getting one and then I read about dogs being really helpful with stress and stuff,”

You were seriously about to cry right now, no one in your life had ever put that much attention to you, they were just loose comments on a few conversations that you thought no one was paying attention and Wanda actually thinking about the positive impact that a pet could have on you were just one of many signs that she loved you and were having troubles expressing her much this meant to you.

“I love this… I don’t what to say” You ran to her and buried your face in her neck, being aware of little Atlas in between you.

“Oh honey, you don’t have to say anything” Her free hand was gently caressing the back of your neck.

“I love you, Wanda,” You said under your breath, if you had been farther away she wouldn’t have been able to hear it. It was the first time you said it, any of you. You both clearly felt it but neither of you really said it, you just showed it with actions.

“I love you too, Y/N”

You both relished the newly said words, feeling the ease of it all. Petting Atlas and playing with him, making a list of the things you were going to have to get for him. It was the warmest place you had ever felt, this was home, this was everything you needed and had never even thought of, and more and all thanks to the young witch that held your heart.

Every day that passed you were becoming more sure about Wanda being your soulmate and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

#wanda maximoff #scarletwitch #wanda maximoff imagine #scarletwitch imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #scarletwitch x reader #wanda maximoff x you #scarletwitch x you #wanda maximoff x reader fluff #scarletwitch x reader fluff #marvel #mcu #reader insert

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checkingoutforheroes · 10 months

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Puppy.

Natasha finally found you sleeping on sofa in common room while waiting for her meeting to end and go training: Huh, such a puppy. * Snap a picture and smile.

Clint didn't see Y/n: Hey, where's Y/n? Shouldn't we go training?

Natasha: I don't know. Let's go.

Wanda, come out of nowhere, put the blanket on you: Look at how comfy you are :)

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #the avengers #avengers x reader #avengers incorrect quotes #black widow #scarletwitch #scarlettjohansson #elizabetholsen #clint barton #hawkeye #jeremy renner #marvel #fluff

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letmehavemyfictionalmen · 11 months

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Love, Lunacy, Time

summary: In a startling twist of fate, you find yourself awakening not in your bedroom at the Avengers compound, but alongside the Moon Knight boys in the 1950s in a sitcom-like setting of the town of Westview. The shock intensifies as you realize that, somehow, you and the Moon Knight boys are married to each other, despite never having crossed paths before.

pairing: Moonknight x afab!ScarletWitch!reader

warning: 18+ content, Eventual smut, Unprotected sex, Violence, Blood, Age-Gap, Kidnapping, Domestic Bliss, Fluff, a sprinkle of Angst, Strangers to Married, Flirting, Scarlet Witch!reader, Chaos Magic, Not an accurate representation of D.I.D.

Chapters

001. — Lost in Time's Embrace — [You find yourself preparing for a peaceful night's sleep in the familiar confines of the Avengers compound. However, your world is turned upside down when they wake up in the 1950s, alongside a man who oozes Chaos.]

002. — Unfamiliar Familiar Faces — [As the front door swings open, you are greeted by faces that stir a sense of recognition deep within you. Yet, something about their demeanor feels off, their behavior slightly peculiar. It's as if they are familiar, but not quite themselves.]

☼ Please note that I do not wish to have my work translated or published on any third-party reading websites. I claim the rights to my work.

☼ Where I don’t have any rights to the characters, many ideas and OC are my own creation. Please respect that.

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lottiembae · 1 month

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SUPERHEROES (3)

shauna shipman x fem!reader

Summary: shauna needed to stay to finish an important project while there is a big halloween party where her friends, and girlfriend, are going.

Warnings: harassment, angst, fluff. scarletwitch!shauna.

Note: English is not my first language.

"Alright, I finished! How do I look?" Y/N opened the door to Shauna's bedroom, seeing her sitting in her desk chair and turning around to see her.

Shauna holds her breath, speechless. Y/N looks beautiful in that ridiculous costume she is wearing for that stupid halloween party. She licked her chapped lips, standing up and walking slowly towards Y/N, admiring her in a dreamy way.

Y/N frown a little when saw her serious expression, but relaxed when saw a small smile gracing her features the moment she approached her. "You look stunning." Shauna says in a low voice, both hands finding her way to Y/N's hips, caressing the exposed skin with her cold hands, feeling the goosebumps she makes her feel.

"You scared me with your expressionless face." Y/N whines, giving a soft slap on her shoulder, but wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Sorry," Shauna murmurs on her mouth with a smirk, depositing her lips on the corner of her mouth. "I want to go with you..." It's her turn to whine, bringing her closer and hiding her head on her neck.

Y/N laugh. "No, you don't." She said knowingly. "You only want to come to keep an eye on me."

Shauna raised her head to look at her, seeing her with a raised brow and a knowing smirk. "You are right, but can you blame me...?" She stepped back and grabbed her hands, her eyes falling to her body.

"Well, bad luck for them. I chose you." Y/N comments, shrugging her shoulders when the brown eyes meet her face.

"Damn, that's true." Shauna muttered, smirking and hugging her once again, closing the gap and smashing her lips on hers. She could feel how Y/N smiled during the kiss and she take advantage of it and slipped her tongue in, humming contents when their tongues meet.

"Y/N we need to go! Lottie is waiting for us outside!" Jackie said, her steps stopping on the door and a disgusting face took her features when saw the scene. "Argh! Finish it quickly please." The blonde whined, resuming her walk to the small living room.

Shauna broke the kiss with a petulant smile on her face, her hands finding her way to Y/N's ass and squeeze it, hard.

"Shauna!" Y/N hissed, pushing her chest back. The brunette laughed quietly, moving her hands to where it was before.

"I can't resist myself." Shauna said, giving her a chaste kiss and gazing at her with loving eyes. "You are beautiful my love." She complimented her sincerely, taking her hands to her mouth and kissing her knuckles.

Y/N gifted her an appreciative smile, her cheeks red. "Thanks, Shaunie." She leaned and peck on her lips, hearing the small groan her girlfriend let out when she called her. "Don't stay too late studying, okay?" She caresses her cheek with her thumb, admiring how pretty she looks with her hair in a messy bun, strands of hair framing her face.

"And you be careful, okay? If anything happens, call me." Shauna warns in a soft tone, hugging her and kissing her lips repeatedly.

"CAN WE PLEASE GO?" Jackie shouted, a hint of frustration on her voice.

Y/N separate from the kiss giggling, removing her hands to the flannel's collar. "I think that's my cue." She whispered, kissing one last time on her lips, walking out with Shauna behind.

Shauna rolls her eyes once she sees Jackie's costume, but she remains quiet. "Have fun and be careful." She wished at them, seeing them grab their coats and purses and going to the front door.

"Yes, mom. I made coffee." Jackie told her, kissing her cheek, stepping out of the apartment, the heels echoing in the hall.

Y/N grabs her chin and smiled. "Have fun too." She chuckled quietly when Shauna gave her a pointed look. "Love you." She whispers in her mouth, not resisting herself and closes the distance.

"Love you." She said back once they separated, seeing after how Y/N follow Jackie's way while she leaned on the frame door until her best friend and girlfriend disappeared into the lift.

Shauna goes inside of the apartment and closes the door, sighing.

•••

"Where is your bodyguard!?" Van asks once the three friends approached her vision.

Y/N rolls her eyes, a red cup in a hand and surrounded by a lot of people around them. "I can ask you the same!" She teases her friend back, leaning towards the redhead to hear her better.

Van flashed her a smirk, laughing and hugging Y/N. "You look stunning, my friend! But my costume is the best, baby!" She said proudly.

"Yeah, a slasher from that movie. That nobody wears." Y/N smugly said, laughing quietly when Van looks at her with an offended look. "But you wear it better than them." She tried to make her feel better, seeing how slowly a smile creeped on her face, making Y/N sigh relieve.

"Nat is wearing a dead student costume." Van comments, indicating their friend with her head. Y/N turns to look at the dyed blonde talking with Kevyn Tan, and wearing a yellow and blue jacket with fake blood on it, on the back you could read yellowjackets.

"Well, knowing her is a great effort from her." Y/N murmurs, waving with a hand towards Natalie when their gazes collided, smiling when she points with a finger at her mouthing, you look hot.

"Yeah... I'm going to refill it to stay here longer." Van said, giving her a sarcastic smile and went to the table full of drinks, letting an amused Y/N behind.

She started to dance to the beat of the song, closing her eyes. She can hear Jackie talking animatedly with someone, but she focused on the song and loosened it, dancing without worry. Until she felt someone behind her, making Y/N open her eyes and look to the person in question.

"Hey, I'm Jay." The muscular guy introduced himself with a flirty smirk.

Y/N swallowed, giving her a forced smile. "I'm Y/N."

Jay leaned a little on her, not too much but enough to let himself be heard by her. "Sorry if I bother you... But I can resist myself to introduce myself. You look beautiful, I think it is the best costume here." He complimented, laughing quietly while he leaned back again, sipping from his cup.

"Thanks. I love the Spice Girls." Y/N relaxed a little, thanking him. "You look great too, very popular on the other side."

"I know that there are a lot of them wearing it, but in my defence I don't care, actually. I just needed a costume." He said, shrugging and making Y/N laugh by his honesty. "Are you alone?" He asks, copying Y/N and starting dance, but with slow movements.

"No! I came with some friends." She replied, asking him the same. "Well, they are having fun." She comments when he points out where his friends are.

Jay chuckles. "They are. Sorry that I asked it... Are you a yellowjacket? Don't mind me, your face sounds to me, that's all."

"Yes, I was..." Y/N chuckles, sipping from her cup. "Good memories."

"And a good team. You all beat almost every match." He compliments her with a cheeky smile. "I don't understand the sport, but hey, I support every win."

Y/N laugh. "You aren't the first to say that."

"Everyone was crazy about you all, including myself." He leaned and whispered, putting an index finger on his lips, signaling that it is a secret.

The yellowjacket shakes her head with a smile. "I was too." She said too like a secret, making him laugh.

They talked more, finding out he was in the basketball team. It's nice to find other people from the same high school and criticise the teachers and some other stupid things. Then, Jackie came with a worried look on her eyes and leaning on her ear, she warned her about him.

"Why?" She looks at her, frowning.

Jackie sigh. "I don't trust him." She hides her face from him. "Something about him makes me feel nervous. Be careful." She warns her, walking back to where she was, thankfully near her.

Jay laughed confused. "Everything okay?" He asks kindly, seeing Y/N's expression.

"Yeah, she commented on something about a friend." She lied, giving him a lipped smile.

"Alright. I finished my drink, do you want to refill? I can go." He offered. Y/N look her cup and saw it is almost empty, so she nods. "I'll come back." He smiled at her and went to refill their cups.

Y/N get rid off what Jackie told her, the guy seems kind, at least what they talked. So she started to dance, singing the song quietly.

"Here you go!" He came back, moving in the air the cup in front of her when she opened her eyes.

"Thanks." She said, grabbing it and giving it a long sip, thirsty.

Minutes passed and they kept talking animatedly, but Y/N started to feel a little dizzy, taking a hand to her head and blinking repeatedly.

"Are you okay?" He asks, worried.

Y/N nods slow. "I think so..." Then, her legs give up and Jay wraps an arm around her hips, holding her. "Thanks, I don't know what happened."

Jay chuckles. "Don't worry. I can take you to a quiet place if you want or call some of your friends." He offers.

She thinks about it. She doesn't want to worry them, maybe it's momentarily and soon it will pass. "A quiet place, please." She murmurs, her tongue feeling heavy, just like her eyelids.

Y/N couldn't to think anymore at this time, she feels very tired and all her body heavy.

"I can take care of you..." It's the last thing she heard before her mind went blank.

•••

Her eyes move for the lines rapidly, her mouth moving repeating the words. She groans when she mistakes it with the same sentence, throwing the pencil on the book and leaning her back backwards.

She grabbed her coffee cup, now it's cold, and gives a sip. She heard a distant sound, making her frown and holding her breath to hear better, until she noticed it was the phone.

"Hello?" Shauna answered, looking at the clock on the wall.

"Shauna, you need to come here." Jackie said in a rush, the loud music was blasting. "It's Y/N." She said in a weak tone.

Shauna freezes, her heart stopping. "What happened to her?" She demands, her gaze turning dark.

"She was talking with a guy, I was close I promise! But then, Lottie called me to help her and when I came back she wasn't where she was. We searched for her but we didn't find her." She explains out of breath.

"Keep searching for her, I don't take too long to get there." Shauna said in a dark tone, hanging the phone and running to her bedroom, putting on her shoes and grabbing her keys.

She felt furious, driving to the house fastly. Her mind goes to a mile per hour, her breath shaking. Some tears escaped from her eyes, she repeated herself that maybe Y/N find with an old friend and they couldn't find her for that. Shauna closed the door with a loud slam, the music getting louder with every step she takes, seeing a small group on the entry.

"Where is she?" She demands them.

They all turned to look at the friend with worried and shaking expressions. "We split to search for her and meet here. We are waiting for Jackie." Lottie informed her carefully, hugging herself. Shauna could see tears on her cheeks.

Shauna didn't say anything, she just stepped in and soon was surrounded by a lot of bodies around her. She decides to go upstairs since the staircase is near the entry, sorting bodies in her way.

"Y/N!" She calls when she is there, ignoring the few people that look at her. "Y/N CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"Shauna here!" It's not Y/N who answered, it's Jackie.

The brunette couldn't see her so she just walked the way that the voice came. She walked through a long hall and found that her blonde friend was in front of a lock door, banging on it and with a hand on the knob.

"Is she there?" Shauna asks, hope on her eyes.

Jackie looks at her. "I think she is here. It doesn't make sense it's the only door locked." She muttered, banging on the door once again.

"Move." Shauna ordered, pushing her softly aside.

"What would you do?" Jackie asks from behind, her question answers the moment Shauna strongly kicks the door with her foot, the door opens with a loud sound.

Then, they step in the room illuminated by a dim light. Shauna stopped on her tracks when saw a guy jumping out of the bed, naked.

"It's locked for something! Do you know what intimacy means?" He asks in a rhetorical way, pointing with his hand at them indicating to go out.

Shauna's jaw clenched when saw the person laying on the bed, half naked and clearly unconscious. She could hear how Jackie gasped when stepped next to her.

"OUT!" He yells. However he went back when saw Shauna's eyes.

The brunette walks in a slow motion, letting him trapped between the window and the broken door. Shauna wasn't thinking anymore and pushed him hard, he flew out the window screaming.

"SHAUNA!" Jackie calls surprise.

But Shauna went towards the bed, with shaking hands covering Y/N's body. "I need you here, Jackie." She calls for her friend without looking.

The blonde takes a while to go there, her movements coming to a halt when saw Shauna's face. "Shauna."

"No now Jackie." Shauna said in a harsh tone.

"Your eyes." The hazel eyed girl said in a low voice, clearing her throat and helping her to put on the underwear to Y/N.

Shauna blinked a few times, trying to calm herself. "I'm going to wake her up." She informs Jackie, this time looking at her frightened friend.

The blonde nods confused, but didn't say anything. She saw how Shauna looks Y/N and raising her right hand in front of her face, a misty red light come out from her fingers. Jackie opened her mouth, speechless.

Soon, Y/N opened her eyes slowly and looking around her confused. "Where am I?"

Shauna put down her hand, a weak smile on her face. "With me and Jackie."

Y/N looks at her girlfriend still with the same confusion. "What are you doing here?" She asks in a hoarse voice.

But before Shauna could reply, footsteps were heard. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Natalie said once she is in. She looks pallid, more if that is possible. Behind them started to approach their other friends.

"What happened?" Y/N asks really confuse. She took a hand to her head, her vision getting better than last time she remembers.

Shauna looks at her friend, Jackie who was looking at the wall in front of her with a hurt expression and then, Shauna looks at Y/N. "What is the last thing you remember?" She asks softly, her hand grabbing the one laying by her side.

Y/N makes a thinking face. "I was with Jay, he brought me a drink and started to talk again, then I started to feel awful." She said, her eyes on the ceiling and trying to remember more.

"I take you with me." Shauna states in a sweet smile, offering her hands at her while she stands up. She can feel their gaze on her, but Shauna prefers tell Y/N what happened alone. "We can watch your favourite film and I'll do chocolate, how does that sound?"

"It's a tentative offer...," her eyes fell on her friends, a guilty expression on her face. "Is it okay if I go with Shauna? I don't feel very good. We can meet up tomorrow! Lottie's house and I will cook, how does that sound?" She knew that her friends couldn't be mad at her, and less with her culinary qualities.

They all look between them and force smiles, they tell her that it is okay. "I could stay with Lottie tonight." Jackie says, removing strands of hair from Y/N's face.

Y/N isn't a fool, not when Jackie didn't know how to lie and her friends is acting weirdly. "Alright, you all are acting weird. Spill it out." She leaned forward on the bed and crossed her arms about her chest, her eyes fixed on Jackie.

However the blonde avoided her gaze, looking everywhere and opened when saw the red colour on Y/N's thigh and part of the white costume. Y/N noticed the way of her eyes opening when they fall on the bed, so she follows her gaze and imitate her.

Why did she have blood on her leg? And clothes?

"Let's go." Shauna rushed her, not waiting and uncrossing Y/N's arms she grabbed her hand and help her to stand up.

"Wait, Shau-." Y/N couldn't finish because Shauna drag her out, the grip on her hand tightening.

They stepped downstairs, the music was turned off and the people were crowding on the entry, chatting quietly between them. Shauna pushed them with apologies. With teary eyes, holding the anger plus the image she just watched a few moments, Shauna wanted to scream.

Y/N gasped when saw the body in the middle of the road. Some people were around them, a piece of clothes covering part of their body. Y/N held her breath when she recognised the face, pushing Shauna's hand repeatedly towards hers.

"I know him." She whispers when Shauna is obliged to stop.

Shauna's jaw tightened more, her doe eyes avoiding to look too much at him. "He doesn't matter." She spat, codly.

"Shauna!" Y/N scold her. "You don't know him. He took care of me."

Shauna bit her lip hard, an ironic smile approaching on her face. "That piece of shit almost rape you." She lowly hissed, her hardened eyes softening the moment she saw Y/N's face.

"YOU! YOU WAS WITH HIM. WHAT HAPPENED!?" A guy came towards them, his slender finder pointing Y/N with an accusatory tone.

Shauna put herself in front of Y/N. "She didn't do anything. I did." She said calmly, challenging him with her eyes. A chorus of gaps were heard. The brunette could hear Y/N calling her in a whisper.

"AND YOU ARE SO FUCKING CALM!" He shouted, approaching her threatening.

"I defend my girlfriend for being rape by him. It could be worse." Shauna said, her emotions are coming out and without restrict anymore, she let them freely. "I would kill him if that happened." She walked towards him and whispered only to him to listen.

He pallid, seeing the brown of her eyes vanishing and changing to a red colour. He backed up, a scary expression replaced his sceptical one. But Shauna steps towards him, grabbing his collar with a hand and approaching his face in front of her.

"The police are coming. I suggest you cover the story, because if I talk I would say the truth. But you don't want that, right?" She asks ironically, her red eyes fixing on his face. "You all don't want them to know the game you have... Because it's not the first time, isn't it?" Shauna paused, and didn't speak again until he nodded with his head weakly. "Then, explain to them why he is naked." She just said, pushing him to the floor with force.

She walks back towards Y/N and gently, she holds her hand again. Y/N noticed the difference immediately on her girlfriend, even if Shauna is giving her the same love, affection and tenderness on her brown orbs, it's not only the change of colour. It's all her demeanor.

"What did y-you do?" Y/N asks in a thread of voice, some tears falling from her eyes.

It's like a stab to Shauna heard Y/N's words. She licked her lips, bringing both hands to her cheeks and wiping the tears. "Anything that makes you in danger. I'll do it again, baby. You..." Shauna let out a sigh, feeling the air stuck on her lungs. "I need to do it." She finishes to say in a low voice, letting go of her face and looking down.

"Take me home." Y/N said in shock, grabbing her hand now and leading her away from the commotion.

•••

Shauna opened the front door and let Y/N to enter first, going behind her and closing the door. She noticed she let the lights on, everything like it was before.

"Do you want something?" Shauna asks to watch her quit off the heels on the couch.

Y/N shakes her head, heavy eyes and her heart pounding. She stands up again to pull off the dress, trying to unzip but failing because she can't reach it. She huffed.

"Let me help you." Shauna said quietly, stepping towards her and replacing her hand with hers, pulling it off. "Now, you can pull it off." She said moving aside, sitting on the armrest.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, if that's okay." Y/N says, letting the dress on the floor and walking with quick steps towards the bathroom.

Shauna gazes at her until she disappears in the bathroom. She sighs and looks at the dress laying on the floor, seeing the red mark in a side of it. She leans down and grabs it, a firm grip on it while she goes to the kitchen, not knowing very well what to do. Well, she knows, but she didn't know what Y/N wants to do, so Shauna let it in the washing machine.

Walking towards her bedroom while pulling off the jacket and shoes, letting her on her flannel and sweatpants, she sits down on the chair, a blank expression looking at the notebook in front of her.

A tap on her shoulder woke her up, blinking and looking at the side. Y/N points at her, not talking. Shauna frowns until she points her again and follows the finger. She pulls off the flannel and tends it at Y/N, her heart hammering on her chest like every time she asked at her to wear the piece of clothes.

"Can you come, please?" Y/N said once she is the bed, her voice muffle by bed sheets.

Shauna stood up and crawled the bed, laying when she reached her side. She wraps her arms around her body the moment Y/N lays her head on her chest.

"How are you?" Shauna says in a soft tone, removing the hair on Y/N's face.

A few moments of silence passed before Y/N talk. "Jackie warned me about him... But I didn't listen. I thought she exaggerated, he seems like a good guy..." She trailed off, snuggling her face into Shauna's neck.

She can feel the wetness on her cheeks. "Don't blame yourself. In a million years you couldn't imagine what he truly intentions are."

"T-Thank you Shauna..." Y/N said between sobs, hugging her closer. Shauna's heart shattered seeing her like this. "If you don't come sooner..."

"Hey! I did. You are safe now." Shauna whispered, kissing her head lovingly. "I can help calm your mind..." Shauna says a little shy, bringing her power for the first time.

Y/N raised her head slowly, puffy and bloodshot eyes looking at her confused. "H-How?"

Shauna swallowed and put a hand in the air, a red light running between her fingers. "I wouldn't hurt you, it only makes you relax and forget, momentarily. Only if you want." She explains.

"I have a lot of questions." Y/N said, her eyes fixing on the hand in the air until Shauna put it down. "But you are so weird that it didn't surprise me you have powers." She murmurs, a small smile playing on her lips when saw the look on Shauna's.

The brunette gave her a fake stern look, inside she is a little content to see a smile right now, even if she is the teased one.

"I could answer them when you want." Shauna said sincerely, removing a strand of hair from Y/N's forehead.

Y/N hummed. "Okay. Help me, please."

"I love you." Shauna said before Y/N close her eyes, a tiny smile on her chapped lips.

"Love you more, Shaunie." She pecked her lips and nod with her head, soon her breath became slow with her features relaxed.

#yellowjackets #yellowjackets imagine #shauna shipman #shauna shipman x reader

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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Hi hi, how are you? Could you make one that the reader has the Scarlet Witch powers, and is Eddie's girlfriend, but is she the one who sacrifices herself to save others? But doesn't she die, and show how powerful she is, defeating Vecna and in the end it all ends well, with Eddie being totally adorable to her?

obliterate

pairing: eddie munson x f!scarletwitch!reader

genre: established relationship!, a lil’ angst, fluff

summary: you stay behind to save your friends

A/N: thank you for requesting this! the scarlet witch is one of my favorite marvel characters so i really enjoyed writing this. i do hope i was able to write this okay and that it makes sense lol. let me know your thoughts ❤️‍🔥

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You and Eddie are gripping on each other’s hands as you run back to the trailer in the Upside Down together with the rest. You go in and they start climbing back up, you let go of your boyfriend and quickly lift all of them up one by one with your powers as time was running up. You look at Eddie and he sighs, “I know what you’re trying to do, Y/N. Please don’t” he begs, you look into his eyes. “I love you Eddie” and give him a kiss and bring him up. You close the gate on the ceiling before he could even go back.

“Y/N!” Eddie shouts desperately as Steve tries to calm him down.

You sit down on the floor and open the Darkhold. You go through the pages - looking for a way to end Vecna. You finally found the answer and you cast a protection spell to prevent anything that may attack your physical self. You let out a nervous sigh and close your eyes, you look for Max.

You finally find Max and see that Vecna was already there.

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Max and El were choking under Vecna’s hold, El was trying to save Max but he’s too strong.

She and Vecna are psychokinetic and telepathic like you, but you had more abilities than them, you were stronger. You do chaos magic, dreamwalk, look into different universes, and so much more - you’re the Scarlet Witch. Only Eddie knew about your abilities and promised to keep it a secret, you plan on using it only when necessary which never happened until now. You had no choice but to use them to save Hawkins.

Max and El are slowly running out of breath as Vecna’s approaching them. He opens his hand when suddenly, everything disappears and he’s in a bright white empty room. He looks around and you finally show up, you casted an illusion so it’s just the two of you in one place. He tries to attack you but his powers won’t work - confused, he tries once more but still nothing happens.

You smirk as your eyes starts to glow red and so does your hands, you take one last look at Vecna and whisper.

“No more”

With that, Vecna screams in agony as his body turns to dust - getting rid of his existence and the Upside Down, ending it once and for all.

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Eddie paces around the trailer, he feels tightness in his chest thinking about what’s happening down there. “It’s over. Y/N did it” Lucas says over the walkie talkie. Eddie rushes to it and extends the antenna, “where is she?” he asks. Max walks over to Lucas and take the walkie talkie hesitantly - taking a deep breath, “I-I’m not sure actually, she was there i-in one of my memories then suddenly she and Vecna disappeared a-and I just woke up and came back here. Sorry Eddie”

Eddie lets out a shaky exhale and covers his face with his hands, trying to stop his tears from falling.

After a few moments, your friends notices a bright red light flash in Eddie’s room, Nancy cocks her gun causing Eddie to look at her. “W-what is it?” he asks. Nancy, Steve, and Robin slowly walks towards the room with their weapons in hand, “a red light flashed in your room” she replies, aiming the gun. He quickly stands up and stop them, “no, stop! I think I know who it is”.

He goes in front of them and go to his room, “Y/N?” he calls.

“Eddie?” you say softly, stepping out. They all sigh in relief and Eddie runs to you, pulling you into a tight hug. He pulls away and looks at you, checking for injuries as he starts to cry.

You wipe his tears with your thumb, “I’m here now, love. It’s all over, Vecna and the Upside Down are gone - they no longer exist”.

“How’d you do that?” Dustin asks. You look over him, “I casted an obliterate spell”

“Woah”

You look at Eddie and he presses his lips into yours, tears falling once more. He pulls away and faces your friends, “You hear that? a fucking obliterate spell! my girl just did it, she’s amazing” he exclaims.

He turns back to you with an adoring smile, “You’re amazing, I love you”

“I love you too”

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#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things scenarios #stranger things oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenarios #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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1donoow · 10 months

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MCU REC

PT.5

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

stephen strange

Loki laufeyson

wade wilson

peter parker

moon knight

stephen strange

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - found family

- a sick day

@frostandflamesfanfic - july 19th

- stephen's ruff day

@queenofspades6 - new haircut

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loki laufeyson

@ashdreams2023 - Finding a baby in the palace with Loki

- touch starved loki

- Loki variants x fem cute soft reader

- big round eyes

- Loki with a y/n who has wings

- loki falling for the mom of the group

- Loki x deaf reader

@kota-bee - early mornings

- migraines

@asgardwinter - not the alcohol

@spilledkauffie - newsflash ch.1

@rachaelswrites - meeting jane (daughter!reader)

@lokislittleprincess - Jotunheim(daughter! daughter)

@sapphireplums - being the daughter of loki

@dyns33 - the kid

- nexus

@jhennykviana - You, seven Lokis and a Thor.

- what did you do?

@frost-queen - glorious purpose

@goddessofmischief - shoelaces

@kortsitron - being thor,loki and hela's sibling

@specialagentlokitty - out duty (sister!reader)

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wade wilson

@your-next-daydream - wade w/ a equally chaotic reader hc

@paranormal-pajama-phantom - ___

- reaction to seeing wade's face

@lunagojo - romantic headcannon

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Peter parker

@deathlycupidd - princess parker

@fbfh - hc (stark!reader)

@sourcherryandsprinkles - ___

@beautifulbuckys - perfume allergy

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Moon knight

@iamcalmdammit - of dreams and nightmares

- like father, like daughter

@ashdreams2023 - steven grant with (winged!reader)

@imaginingmarvelandeverything - ___ (scarletwitch!reader)

@realworldsucksendhelp - i will always love you

@ijustwant2write - the necklace

@yoursecondfirstlove - little muffin pt.1

@steven-grants-anxiety - goodbye kisses

@owlls-n-phrxgs - anpu

@80pairsofcrocs - baby scarab 1

@theseawakes - ___(teen!reader)

@a-edgar-allan-hoe - gods and monsters (goddess!reader)

@mement0m0rri - i want you to feel safe

@girlwithwolftatoo - moon boys with a harley quinn type s/o

- the moon boys getting a silent treatment

@captain039 - the gods with us

@fxckingghxst - Steven Grant has a crush on you

@just-a-bit-of-a-nerd - them reacting to reader being a US agent

@dearlawdimasimp - mission failed successfully

@hellurbba - coffee and kisses

@ofstarsandvibranium - spector-grant family

@lockleysfav - safer in my arms

@dragon-kazansky - plenty of cuddles for everyone

- you looking out for steven

- forehead kisses

@cosplayproblemsposts - behind the charm

@mkfluffluv - comfort

- Moon Knight Boys Helping With Writer’s Block

- keep the secret?

- tastes like apple juice and peach

- he doesn't mind

@odyssey0fthesolum - How the moon boys and Khonshu would react to you hosting Venom

@bibli0thecary - perfect

@slightlypossessed - sleepy thief

@wysteria-clad - cucumber face mask and fist of vengeance

- calling the moon boys by their names prank

- not saying i love you back

- the unicorn sticker

- moon boys' reaction to seeing you casually naked for the first time

- our little thing

- when they decided you are 'The One'

- to build a home

#masterlist #mcu rec #stephen strange x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #wade wilson x reader #peter maximoff x reader #moon knight x reader

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reereeineedtopee · 2 years

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If she looked at me like this I will-

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

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stephanieromanoff · 4 years

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Wanda Maximoff Masterlist 3

(I didn’t write it)

SMUT

Frustration - fem!reader

NSFW alphabet - fem!reader

Dinners and diatribes - fem!reader

Kink - fem!reader

Unravel Me - fem!reader

Greedy - fem!reader

In the bathroom - fem!reader

Bratty Girl - fem!reader

FLUFF

Fluffy

Dating Headcanons

You’re Cute

Pain and baby names

Puppy Love

A bruised soul and helping hands

Acronyms

Rally - fem!reader

ANGST

Put on a smile - fem!reader Hope’s sister

One and Only

Excuses part 1 part 2

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jackrogersfrost · 3 years

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Happy Ending Pt. II

Summary: Crossover (Marvel) x AU (OUAT) Imagine.

After Pan's "death" by being killed from another witch, you lose your own self and in your depression, you create your own reality with the happy ending you always wanted with him.

Pairing: Peter Pan (OUAT)x fem!reader (with ScarletWitch powers!)

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, mention of smut.

A/N: If it's any grammatical mistake, my bad, I'm still learning. Enjoy!

PART I — MASTERLIST

The soft music playing in the background will give the ambiance of normal life in the room for Y/N and Peter, but nobody would ever know what was behind all this, behind this reality.

"Love, I'm gonna fix the tractor in the garage, if you need anything just call me ok?" Peter's voice came from behind you and with a kiss, he left the house to go to work.

When he was gone, and you check that he was not around to see you, you use your powers to start to cook the lunch for both of you. You didn't want that Peter see you use your powers or he'll suspects that something is wrong.

But your day started so beautifully and happy, just like it has to be for both of you, with your new husband sharing the same bed, hugging each other, kissing him, and making love with all the passion you have, this was the best life you could ever imagine. Just one thing was missing, your lost boys that you left in Neverland, maybe you can't bring them back to you, but you can have another little person that would give you the feeling of being a mother again.

With that in mind, you left the kitchen executing the lunch to go to the garage where your husband was fixing the small tractor you two have for the house. Just the look of Peter doing something so normal for him, sweating and dirty with the oil of the truck, was the proof that everything was so worthy.

"Peter? Can I talk to you?" You say softly to not scare him because of his concentration.

He turns to see you while cleaning his hands with an old t-shirt he has for this kind of stuff. "Sure, what's wrong, love?" He says looking at you a little bit worried.

You didn't know how to say this, but this was Peter, your Peter, he would understand you and will support you no matter what, with sight, you look at him while playing with your hands nervously. "What do you think about having a baby?" You whispered.

He crossed his arms with a shocked expression at first, but then he softened his expression and let out a grin on his face. "Well... I didn't think of that, but honestly, I would love to have a baby with you, love". You smiled so happily at that answer that you jump to him for a hug in true happiness while you give him little kisses on all his face, getting him to giggle.

"You don't know how much I love you, Peter Pan." You two hug letting the happiness out of the air for the big step you're gonna make now. The perfect life is getting better and better.

But outside of the dome, a boy is talking to his son about the young witch. With a no concrete answer he let out a snort of angry.

"I want to know where is my lost girl, and if you don't help me, I will go find her by myself."

How much longer would the happy ending last?

#peter pan imagine #peter pan ouat #ouat peter pan #peter pan once upon a time #peter pan #peter pan x reader #peter pan x y/n #peter pan ouat x reader #ouat imagine #robbie kay imagine #robbie kay #imagines #oneshot #imagine #oneshots #once upon a time #once upon a time imagine #ouat x reader

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marvelseries19 · 2 years

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WANDA MAXIMOFF'S MASTERLIST ONESHOTS

SURPRISE!

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Summary: A relaxing day with your girlfriend ends up with a surprise.

Word count: 1085

SERIES

STRONGER

Genre: Angst, fluff

Summary: Can Wanda eventually muster up enough courage to confess her feelings to the kind, big-hearted, biology teacher and get out of her toxic relationship with Vision to save not only herself but her sons, and get the help she needs, or will she be trapped forever in an abusive marriage.

#wanda maximoff #scarletwitch #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader fluff #scarletwitch x reader #scarletwitch fluff #mcu #marvel #scarletwitch x reader fluff #reader insert #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff x reader angst

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uinen-harth-estraven · 6 years

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Somebody To Love. (Loki x Reader)

Title: Somebody To Love

Chapter no.: Oneshot

Notes: OOOOkay this was some kind of a request that I really loved :3 Hope you enjoy!Also the song I chose is the remix by Brittany Murphy.

Rating/Warnings: FLUFF

Chapter’s Soundtrack: Somebody To Love by Brittany Murphy or Queen (if you like them better) (x) + (x)

Summary: There are two gangs at the college..The first is called the Avengers,its members are Tony Stark,Natasha Romanoff,Clint Barton,Bruce Banner,Steve Rogers,Thor and Loki Odinson.The second gang is called the Abandoned,its members are Bucky Barnes,Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,Sam Wilson and Y/N.The Avengers were always the loved ones,great with the lessons,sports,art etc. while the Abandoned were always ignored,been called freaks,loners..Each and everyone in these two gangs have nicknames.Tony’s being an annoying little shit,as always,and drags the Avengers,plus Loki,to the Blue Galaxy club,near their college,and it’s karaoke night!

Avengers Chatroom:

HawkEye: “Ugh,Tony..how are you always in a party mood?!”

BlackWidow: “Like you don’t know him,Clint..”

IronMan: “Hey,it’s not a crime that I want to enjoy myself!”

Hulk: “You do that every night!”

IronMan: “Why you’re being a party pooper?”

Hulk: “I don’t know!Maybe the fact that the last time you threw a party and stuck a “kick me I change colors” paper on my back,and everybody did it and the other guy came out made me a party pooper!”

IronMan: “Oh come on!Nobody got hurt!”

Hulk: “Because Nat was there to calm me down!”

HawkEye: “Plus Thor hit your head pretty hard,for you to focus on Nat..”

Hulk: “Yes and I don’t want this to happen again!”

IronMan: “Guys!Will you trust me tonight?We’re going on a club for god’s sake..”

BlackWidow: “And that’s good because..?”

IronMan: “We’re in a public place,I won’t do anything stupid this time,like bring back the green guy..”

Capt.America: “I have a bad feeling for this..”

IronMan: “Thor and Loki will be there too.”

HawkEye: “LOKI?!But he doesn’t like that kind of stuff..he’s just so..”

BlackWidow: “Snob?”

HawkEye: “Yeah..”

IronMan: “Don’t worry,Thor is doing his work..”

Capt.America: “I still have a bad feeling for this.”

IronMan: “Stop your whining..we’ll all meet in our usual spot at the park,around 9:00.End of disgussion!”

And so they did!By 9 they were at the park waiting for Thor and Loki,but they didn’t notice a shadow watching them.Just 5 minutes later Thor and a very displeased Loki came.

“Like FINALLY!” Tony raised his arms to the sky.

“Sorry,we’re late I had to convince him..” Tho answered,crossing his arms,recieving a glare from Loki.

“What did you tell him,to make him more grumpy anyway?”

“He told me that if I didn’t come he will make me clean his room for a year..I don’t want to suffer like that..”

“Ugh!”

“Thor man..that’s cruel,even for me..”

“Aaanyway let’s go.Time for Par-tey!”

And so they all got in the Blue Galaxy club,drinks and music fill the atmosphere.But just outside in the shadows,a man looking to kill his time,sends a message to his friends.

Abandoned chatroom:

WinterSoldier: “Hey guys!”

“Guys!”

ScarletWitch: “What is it Bucky..?”

WinterSoldier: “Where are the others?”

QuickSilver: “Here!”

Falcon: “Here..”

Aconitum (your nickname): “Here..”

WinterSoldier: “You guys have anything to do?”

Falcon: “Nope..and I’m extremily bored and annoyed so you better have a good reason..”

WinterSoldier: “How about you guys come at the Blue Galaxy?”

Aconitum: “Uhmm..why?”

WinterSoldier: “Our little Avengers are here and I thought maybe we could attract their attention..”

Falcon: “Dude! Again with the ‘attract them’ shit..we’ve talk about it a millions of times.”

QuickSilver: “Sam is right,man..they’ll never see us..”

ScarletWitch: “No matter what we do.”

WinterSoldier: “Yes but tonight they will!”

Falcon: “And why is that?”

WinterSoldier: “It’s karaoke night..”

Aconitum: “No!”

WinterSoldier: “Oh come on (Y/N)! You have an amazing voice!”

Aconitum: “I’m not sure Buck..you know I’m nervous in front of a croud..”

WinterSoldier: “You won’t be alone,hon,we’ll all be together on stage..I promise you,sweetheart.”

Aconitum: “I..ugh..I don’t know..”

WinterSoldier: “Guys?”

QuickSilver: “I’m in!”

Falcon: “Me too!”

ScarletWitch: “I’ll be there for (Y/N).”

WinterSoldier: “(Y/N)?”

Aconitum: “Alright..I’m in.”

WinterSoldier: “Great! I’m waiting at the door!Don’t be late.”

Meanwhile at the club..

“I really don’t know why I let you drag me here..” Loki couldn’t stop whining.

“You’d clean up his mess for a year..”

“Yeah thanks for reminding me,Clint..”

“Loki..No stabbing!” Natasha graps his dagger and hides it on her bag. “Could we please have a good time without you killing people?Or trying to?”

“No promises..”

Just as Natasha tried to say something,Tony and Steve came with their drinks.

“You guys won’t believe this!”

“Did you find a girl for Clint?”

“No..we weren’t that lucky..”

“You guys know that I’m right here right?”

“Anyway..guess what kind of night is tonight!”

“Saturday night..”

“Except that you bozo..It’s karaoke night!”

“So what?”

“Oh,come on,Bruce! Don’t you know what that means?”

“We can make fun of the wannabe singers!”

“Loki no..”

“I was about to say that we’ll see many many many girls,if you know what I mean..”

“Hey Tony..”

“Yep?”

“Shut it.”

“Alright..calm down,girl.”

And so the karaoke competition begun,Loki of course was the toughest judge,while Tony,Clint and Thor only commented about the appearance,and the rest of them just enjoyed the songs.After an hour of songs it was time for the last one..the Abandoned were getting ready,they already found where the Avengers were sitting.

When they anounce their turn there was only one thought in (Y/N)’s mind: “Here goes nothing.”

They walk up on stage and as they waited for the music to start,(Y/N) closed her eyes and took deep breaths,finally the music starts.Her friends as second voices,together.

‘Can anybody find me somebody to love?’

She takes one last deep breath and starts.

‘Ooh,each mornin' I get up,I die a little..

Can barely stand on my feet,

Take a look in the mirror and cry.

Lord what you're doing to me..’

“Ooh,gorgeous,what do you say,reindeer games?Uhm..raindeer games?”

“Brother..?”

But Loki couldn’t take his eyes away from her.She’s wearing the most beautiful punk suspender skirt and tight shirt,in black colour,with dark green leggings and boots.

“Beautiful..” he said without thinking.

‘I have spent all my years in believing you.

I just can't get no relief,Lord!

Somebody,ooh somebody..

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life,

I work till I ache in my bones..

At the end of the day,

I take home my hard earned pay all on my own.

I get down on my knees and I starting pray,

Till the tears run down from my eyes.

Lord,somebody,please somebody..

Can anybody find me somebody to love?’

“That some voice she got there,right guys?”

“What’s her name again?”

“(Y/N)..” Loki said dreamily.

“Hey Loki..”

“hmm?”

“Stop drooling..”

‘Everyday,I try and I try,and I try.

But everybody wants to put me down.

They say, they say I'm going crazy..

They say I got a lot of water in my brain,

Got no common sense,

I got nobody left to believe in!

Find me somebody to love. (x12)

Somebody,somebody,somebody,somebody

Somebody,somebody,somebody

Can anybody find me somebody to love?’

“Thank you,thank you.” (Y/N) bows slightly,and run down the stage with the rest and with a giant grin on her face.They sat on a table just opposite of the Avengers,it works fine for Loki..he kept looking at her with a stupid smile on his face.

“Well..we might not got their attention but you did get one’s..” Wanda nudges her.

“What are you talking about..?”

“Like you don’t know,sweetheart..”

(Y/N) starts blushing and looks at the opposite table and her eyes meet those emerald ones and smiles shyly.Loki quickly turns away with a hint of pink on his cheeks.The night’s passing as usual,they anounced who was the winner,it was some guy named Miguel or something,but the Abandoned were 2nd place!Not bad for a first time..also we almost forgot something..a very shy boy was watching.

“Ugh! For the love of-Loki just go talk to her!”

“No I’m not..!”

“Loki you big,assbag,just go!”

“I can’t..she won’t want to dance with me..”

“Brother,if you don’t ask,you’ll never know..and if somebody else ask her you’ll regret it.”

“Thunderbolt,has a point here,just ask her before someone else!”

“Alright,alright..I’m going..”

“Go get ‘em tiger!”

Loki took some deep breaths to calm his nerves as he made his way towards her.

“Hello there..”

She turned her head at the voice’s direction and she saw Loki,with a slight red on his cheeks.

“Hi..” she says shyly.

“Well..uh..you really have a beautiful voice.”

“Thank you..”

“I’m Loki..”

“I know.” when she realised what she said her eyes widden and a dark blush appeared on her face.Loki just smirked.

“Is that so..?” he asks in more confidence.

(Y/N) laughed nervously and played with her hands on her lap.

“Well,my lady,would you honor me with a dance?” he offered her his hand with a boyish smile.

“Yes she will!” Wanda exclaimed and shoved her towards Loki’s arms,(Y/N) blushed even more at the contact.

“Perfect..” he said and he took her to the dancefloor.

While they were dancing he couldn’t help but enjoy how her eyes lit from the lights of the club,and how her smile made his stomach full with butterflies.

“You’re so beautiful..” he whispers to her ear,that made her hide her face on his chest.For the first time in his life Loki felt that he can be happy for once,with her in his arms.

A/N: this one was waiting for about 2 months(?) to be posted,anyway thank you for reading and if you please,leave a comment? ♥

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki (marvel)#snake's fanfic.#somebody to love #oneshot #loki oneshot

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letmehavemyfictionalmen · 11 months

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Love, Lunacy, Time: Ch 1

summary: When you fall asleep in the Avengers Compound, you don’t expect your world to be turned upside down when they wake up in the 1950s, alongside a man who oozes Chaos.

pairing: Moonknight x afab!ScarletWitch!reader

The morning sun seeps through sheer lace curtains, casting a warm golden glow upon the bedroom. Soft shadows dance along the walls, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

The stillness of the morning hangs in the air, as if time itself pauses in quiet anticipation. Distant birdsong gently serenades the room, adding a touch of melody to the serene ambiance.

Like mischievous dancers, the sunbeams tiptoe across your features, tenderly awakening your senses. Gradually, the warmth spreads, seeping into your skin and tickling your brain with a delicate embrace of consciousness.

Slowly, you become aware of the softness of the sheets beneath you, cradling your body in gentle comfort. The rhythmic rise and fall of your chest accompanies the whispering stillness that surrounds you.

Reluctantly, you muster the strength to detach yourself from the embrace of sleep, the allure of remaining nestled in the comforting cocoon of your dreams tugging at you.

The desire to stay a little while longer in the softness of the bed is a tempting whisper in your mind.

As you rub your eyes, still in the process of awakening, you gather your thoughts and gradually sit up in bed. The realization dawns upon you that today is going to be a long day.

Last night, Steve called for a team training in the morning, a prospect that doesn't quite excite you, especially if you haven't had your daily dose of caffeine, much like Tony.

And hey, there's always one thing to look forward to after a grueling training session: Tony’s extravagant breakfast spread. The man knows how to satisfy the Avengers' appetites like no other.

From the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee to the mouthwatering display of culinary delights, the breakfast table becomes a haven of indulgence.

Waking with a contented sigh, your anticipation for breakfast lingers in the air. Stretching your arms high above your head, you allow the languid motion to wash away any remnants of sleep.

However, as your eyelids flutter open, any thoughts of a delicious breakfast and team training fade into the recesses of your mind.

The moment your eyes adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings, a sense of unease settles within you, overshadowing any lingering expectations.

The room that greets your gaze is far from what you had anticipated. Instead of the cozy familiarity of the Avengers compound, you feel like you have stepped into one of those vintage homey magazines in Steve’s room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you take a moment to absorb the details of the room, while your eyes sweep across it.

The walls are painted in a soft, pastel hue, lending an air of serenity to the space. A dainty floral pattern adorns the curtains, their fabric billowing gently in the breeze.

The bed itself is adorned with a neatly arranged floral bedspread, its delicate patterns mirroring those of the curtains. As you run your fingers along the fabric, you can almost feel the intricate stitching beneath your touch.

A wooden dresser stands against one wall, adorned with a small mirror framed by delicate carvings. Its surface showcases a few cherished possessions —a photograph, you can’t see as you are still a bit disoriented, a porcelain trinket box, and a stack of handwritten letters.

Positioned snugly beside the dresser is a diminutive vintage television, the screen, encased in a wooden frame, rests upon sturdy legs.

Your gaze shifts from the television towards the left side of the room, where your attention is drawn to a closed door that leads outside the room.

A small vanity table, adorned with an array of beauty products, catches your attention. Lipsticks, powder compacts, and hair accessories are neatly arranged, as if awaiting the touch of a graceful hand.

A tall wooden closet stands proudly beside the vanity. Its polished surface reflects the gentle light that filters into the room, creating a subtle sheen.

As you sit there, a mix of emotions washes over you. There is a sense of curiosity tinged with confusion, as you grapple with the unknown. How did you end up in this room?

Your mind races, searching for answers and piecing together fragments of memories. Was this the doing of a new supervillian? Was it Thanos again?

After the exhausting battle between the Avengers and Thanos, where you almost lost your father-figure, Tony Stark and your mother-like, Natasha, you don’t think you can handle one again.

Especially after being snapped away for five years by that purple space grape. Not the best experience.

Questions swirl in your mind, each one vying for attention, but none providing a satisfactory answer. You try to recall the events leading up to this moment, but your memory remains frustratingly elusive.

Suddenly, your thoughts are interrupted by a faint rustling sound emanating from the left side of bed beside you. The noise draws your attention like a whisper in the wind, breaking the silence that envelops the room.

The stranger lying beside you emanates an air of tranquil serenity, his slumber undisturbed by the world around him. Rays of sunlight and your shadow gently caress his features, accentuating the delicate contours of his face.

His eyes, closed in peaceful repose, are framed by long lashes that brush against his cheeks. His brows, gracefully arched with an exquisite curvature. His nose, elegantly sculpted and gracefully arched.

His sun-kissed forehead is adorned with tousled curls of dark hair, ruffled by the embrace of slumber.

His lips, slightly parted in peaceful slumber, bear the subtle presence of a small, well-groomed mustache and his strong jawline is sculpted and chiseled.

You continue to gaze at him, almost compelled to keep looking at him. While observing him, a wave of curiosity washes over you. Who is he? How did you end up here together?

While you are pondering this, unconsciously, your hand extends, gliding gently through the air until your fingertips graze his cheek with utmost tenderness.

The touch is electric, sending a subtle current of warmth and connection coursing through your veins. His skin beneath your touch feels velvety and inviting, radiating a soothing heat that envelopes your fingertips.

A soft smile dances upon your lips, a reflection of the quiet awe that fills your being as you witness the tranquility that emanates from him.

With a delicate motion, your hand continues its exploration, guided by a mix of curiosity and reverence. Your fingers traverse the expanse of his cheek, tracing a path of featherlight caresses, to his forehead.

Gently, you brush away the curl that had playfully encroached upon his peaceful slumber, threatening to disturb his serene rest.

Just as your fingertips brush away the curl, a captivating glimmer of light captures your attention. Sunlight caresses your left hand, casting a radiant glow upon something that on your finger.

And there, adorning your ring finger, you notice two rings—a wedding band and an engagement ring.

Your heart skips a beat as realization settles within you, stirring a mix of emotions that cascade like a gentle waterfall. Married?

The word hangs in the air, heavy with implications and uncertainties. You can't deny the surge of anxiety that accompanies the newfound knowledge.

Without a second thought, a surge of urgency propels you to pull the blanket away from his body, your heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and apprehension.

As you reach for his left hand, a shiver of uncertainty runs down your spine, the weight of the unknown bearing down on your shoulders.

And then, as your eyes linger on his hand, the weight of the realization settles upon you like a heavy cloak. His wedding band.

The symbol of a commitment you cannot recall making, with a man whose name remains unknown.

A wave of unease washes over you, clouding the air with uncertainty. Questions flood your mind, each one more pressing than the last. Where are you? How did this happen? Why can't you remember? And most importantly, who is this man lying beside you?

You carefully withdraw your hand, your fingertips tingling with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The silence in the room stretches, heavy with unspoken words and unexplained circumstances.

How did you end up in this unfamiliar room, married to a stranger? The circumstances defy logic, and a knot of unease tightens in your stomach.

A scream shatters the tranquility of the room, jolting you out of your contemplative state. Startled, your gaze darts to the source of the commotion—your left side—just in time to witness a sight that defies all expectations.

In an instant, the man lying beside you springs to life with an almost comical urgency. His body lunges forward, propelled by an inexplicable force, as if he's been startled by an invisible adversary.

With an uncoordinated tumble, he careens off the end of the bed, crashing unceremoniously onto the floor.

The abruptness of his awakening sends shockwaves through the room, breaking the fragile peace that had settled. As you watch his disoriented scramble, you can't help but feel a mixture of concern and confusion.

Swiftly casting aside the duvet, you scramble to onto your feet, with a sense of urgency, which proves to be a bit hard with this light blue, long feathered robe you find yourself wearing.

Caught between a state of curiosity and worry, you rush to the man's side, kneeling down beside him on the soft carpeted floor.

His eyes dart around the room, his breathing rapid and shallow as he tries to make sense of his surroundings.

"Hey, are you okay?" you ask, your voice filled with genuine concern. He looks up at you, his gaze filled with a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"What... where... who are you?" he stammers, his voice tinged with both fear and curiosity. His eyes scan your face, searching for any hint of recognition or familiarity.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your own voice wavering slightly. "I woke up here, just like you. I just remember falling asleep in my bedroom and then I was just here."

His eyebrows knit together, a furrow of concern etching across his forehead. "This is... this is insane. I told Marc not to eat that steak," he mutters, his words a mere whisper in the air.

The man's words hang in the air, leaving a sense of intrigue mingled with confusion. Who is Marc, and why would eating a steak have any connection to your current predicament?

The room is enveloped in an uncomfortable silence as you and the man exchange bewildered glances, both grappling with the bizarre circumstances that have brought you together.

Steven's gaze darts around the room, his eyes searching for anything familiar amidst the unfamiliar setting. As he takes in the vintage decor and the delicate details that adorn the space, his reflection catches his attention in the multitude of mirrors that grace the room.

His gaze lands upon Marc who is equally bewildered and struggling to comprehend the circumstances that surround them. Confusion lingers in his expression mirroring the perplexity etched across Steven's own face.

However, Jake stands in silence, his eyes fixed upon a black and white photograph hanging on the wall. Steven, curious about Jake's intense focus, traces his eyes to see what he is looking at from the mirror.

Walking closer to the photograph, Steven feels his breath catching in his throat as he observes the photograph in front of him. His heart skips a beat, and a shiver runs down his spine.

The realization dawns upon him, and his mind races to grasp the subject and concept captured within the frame.

In the photograph, you stand resplendent, adorned in a beautiful wedding dress that cascades elegantly around you. A bouquet of delicate flowers rests gently in your hands, completing the picture of radiant joy.

And beside you, Steven finds himself in that moment frozen in time, as your groom. Your arms are intertwined, a symbol of unity and shared commitment.

As Steven's gaze fixates on the photograph, his eyes trace the exquisite details, taking in every nuance and emotion captured within the frame. The significance of the date imprinted at the bottom of the photograph—July 12, 1952.

You stand beside Steven, peering over his shoulder as you both gaze at the photograph in front of you. A mixture of emotions swirls within you—confusion, and disbelief.

"Yeah, I forgot to mention it," you say softly, your voice tinged with a hint of disbelief. "It seems we're married. I noticed the rings on our fingers, and it's hard to ignore what that implies."

“MARRIED?!” Marc yells from the mirror, causing Steven and you to jump. “You know my last marriage ended. And now I am married again with a woman who I’ve never even met?!”

"Who was that?!" you question, your voice laced with panic. Instinctively, you turn around, your eyes scanning the room for the source of the voice. And then, to your surprise and growing unease, your gaze lands on Marc’s reflection in the mirror.

With practiced finesse, your delicate hands, peeking out from the feathery sleeves of your robe, deftly weave intricate gestures, conjuring a ball of magic within your grasp.

"¡Puedes vernos y escucharnos?!" Jake's voice echoes from another mirror, his words laced with a hint of disbelief and awe. [Can you see us and hear us?!]

"Sí, puedo, pero qué diablos está pasando?!" you reply, your voice filled with a mix of astonishment and confusion. [Yes, I can, but what the hell is going on?!]

You send a quick thanks to Nat for forcing you to learn various languages.

Marc, his gaze fixed on the swirling red encircling your hand, breaks the silence and draws your attention toward him. "Look," he begins, his voice earnest, "I can explain, as can Steven back there. But please, allow us the opportunity to explain."

His words hang in the air, a plea for understanding and patience. The weight of the unknown still lingers, but there is a glimmer of hope that explanations might shed light on the bewildering situation you find yourselves in.

"You've got one minute," you assert, channeling your inner Natasha with a determined tone. This mirror situation demands clarity, and you are determined to get some answers within the limited timeframe you've set.

Steven takes a deep breath, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. "I... I have Dissociative Identity Disorder or D.I.D.," he confesses, his gaze locked with yours. "It's a mental health condition where different identities, or alters, coexist within one body."

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Marc, Jake, and I... we share one body. Marc is the original host in the system. Each of us has our own distinct personalities, memories, and experiences. We don't always have control over who's in the driver's seat, so to speak."

You listen intently, absorbing this unexpected revelation. The complexity of the situation begins to unravel, and you try to grasp the implications of what Steven has just shared.

"Okay," you say, your voice softening as you take in the weight of their revelation. "I... I appreciate your honesty, Steven. This explains some of the confusion and the presence of multiple voices. But the mirror reflections?"

Steven nods, understanding the confusion his previous explanation may have caused. "The mirror reflections are a manifestation of our internal world," he explains. "For us, mirrors serve as a gateway to communication and connection between the three of us."

He gestures toward the mirror where Marc's and Jake's reflections had been nodding earlier. "When one of us takes control or wants to communicate, the other's reflection appears in the mirror. It's a way for us to interact and share our thoughts, even if we can't always be in control of the physical body."

You glance at the mirror, now understanding the significance it holds for them. The mysterious occurrences and the presence of their reflections suddenly make more sense. Having gained a deep understanding of Steven, Marc, and Jake's situation, you inhale deeply, allowing your powers to recede. The vibrant red ball of magic that had encircled your hand gradually dissipates, leaving you in your usual state.

"I... I think I understand," you say, a mix of curiosity and empathy coloring your words. "Thank you for sharing this with me. It's a brave and vulnerable thing to do."

Steven's eyes reflect a mixture of relief and gratitude as he meets your gaze. The weight of their secret seems to lighten, and a sense of trust begins to blossom between all of you. "Can you explain the magic?" Marc asks, his voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of skepticism. His curl falls onto his forehead, adding to his already perplexed expression. "I don't think people can usually hear us or see us." You shift your eyes toward Marc, acknowledging the genuine curiosity reflected in his eyes. Given the extraordinary nature of the magic you just demonstrated, it's only natural for skepticism to arise.

"It's something that has been a part of me since I was very young," you explain, your voice tinged with a touch of nostalgia. "My earliest memories involve me being able to use magic."

There's a hint of wistfulness in your tone as you convey the enigmatic nature of your powers. The memories associated with them feel distant, like fragments of a puzzle waiting to be assembled.

"I wish I could provide a definitive explanation," you continue, your voice tinged with sincerity. "But the truth is, even I don't fully understand the origin or extent of my powers. They've always been a part of me, and I've learned to control and harness them over the years."

"I can tell you that my powers are connected to my emotions," you add, offering a glimpse into the nature of your magic. "When I feel strongly about something, whether it's joy, fear, anger, or love, my powers tend to manifest in different ways. The magic you just witnessed was an example of that."

Steven's expression softens as he listens to your explanation, his skepticism gradually giving way to curiosity and understanding. "That's... incredible," he admits, his voice laced with a mix of awe and acceptance.

You chuckle and nod your head, feeling a warmth in your heart. "Thanks. Now, can I get an introduction to my husbands?" you ask playfully, your eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I am Steven Grant," he introduces himself with a warm smile. "I work at the gift shop in the British Museum." His voice carries a hint of enthusiasm as he speaks.

From the mirror reflection, you see Marc wave at you, his voice filled with a mix of confidence and a touch of weariness. "I'm Marc Spector. Former U.S. Marine, and a mercenary who's seen more than my fair share of action," he introduces himself, his eyes reflecting the weight of his past. A mischievous grin appears on Jake's face as he leans closer, in the mirror's reflection, his voice oozing with charm. "Me llamo Jake Lockley, hermosa," he says, his Spanish accent rolling off his tongue. [The name's Jake Lockley, beautiful.] You give them your own name, a warm smile gracing your lips as you extend your hand to Steven for a friendly handshake. "It's truly a pleasure to meet all of you, although, I wish it was under different circumstances."

Shaking hands, you are abruptly brought back to the present moment, reality sinking in as you take note of your vintage attire and the man's matching vintage nightwear. The nostalgic garments serve as a reminder that you and this man are in a different time. With your hand still in his clasp, Steven takes a step back from you, observing your appearance with a mix of intrigue and admiration. His eyes sweep over your long light blue feathery robe, noting the delicate elegance it adds to your figure.

His eyes then wander up to your hair, which has been meticulously curled in a style reminiscent of the year they are in. The waves cascade down, framing your face and adding a touch of timeless sophistication to your overall look.

As Steven takes in your attire and coiffed hair, he can't help but be captivated by your beauty. It's not merely the physical aspects that enchant him, but the way you carry yourself, exuding an aura of confidence and allure.

There's a certain glow about you, an inner radiance that shines through, making it clear that you possess a beauty that transcends mere appearances.

In this moment, as you both stand there, still relative strangers despite the intimate connection forged by your shared powers, Steven finds himself drawn to your presence. He feels a subtle stirring of curiosity, a desire to unravel the layers that lie beneath your enchanting exterior.

Marc and Jake share a knowing look as they catch Steven's lingering gaze upon you. Smirks creep across their faces, a silent acknowledgment of his unspoken thoughts and the emotions he harbors for you.

The sweet serenade of the doorbell fills the room, abruptly pulling you both out of the enchanting moment you shared.

Startled, you and Steven exchange a glance, your gazes filled with curiosity and a touch of confusion. Who could be at the door so early in the morning?

With a shared nod, you both make your way toward the front door, eager to unravel the mystery that awaits on the other side. The possibilities swirl in your mind, each one tinged with anticipation and a hint of apprehension.

☼ Please note that I do not wish to have my work translated or published on any third-party reading websites. I claim the rights to my work.

☼ Where I don’t have any rights to the characters, many ideas and OC are my own creation. Please respect that.

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letmehavemyfictionalmen · 11 months

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Love, Lunacy, Time: Ch 2

summary: As the front door swings open, you are greeted by faces that stir a sense of recognition deep within you. Yet, something about their demeanor feels off, their behavior slightly peculiar. It's as if they are familiar, but not quite themselves. With each passing interaction, you begin to realize that there's more to Westview than meets the eye. The town holds secrets, and the allure grows stronger, drawing you deeper into its intricate web.

pairing: Moonknight x afab!ScarletWitch!reader

If it were any other situation, you would've gladly admired the beautifully decorated house you find yourself in. It's not every day that one finds themselves waking up within the walls of a meticulously decorated home in 1953.

Marc guides you down the wooden flight of stairs, ensuring that he takes the lead while keeping you safely behind him. You had observed the subtle shift in demeanor and accent as Steven relinquished control to Marc, and now you witness the embodiment of that change as Marc confidently leads the way.

When your eyes come in contact with the living room, you find yourself surrounded by an atmosphere that exudes warmth and comfort. The furniture, tastefully arranged in cozy clusters, invites you to take a seat and unwind. Plush, upholstered sofas and armchairs with floral patterns, beckon you to sink into their embrace.

The coffee table in the center of the room is adorned with a delicate lace doily, and a vase filled with freshly picked flowers sits as its centerpiece. The scent of the blossoms permeates the air, infusing the room with a natural sweetness.

Nearby, a wooden side table holds a stack of magazines, inviting you to peruse their pages and discover the latest trends and stories. You also notice a bookcase against the wall, filled with volumes of classic literature and well-loved novels.

The walls are adorned with framed black and white photographs, capturing cherished moments frozen in time. Pictures of you and your husbands. Smiles and laughter frozen in frames.

A long, white butler door stands on one wall, dividing the space between the living room and what you can assume is the kitchen. Next to the door, there's a three-paneled wood shutter that covers a pass-through window.

The windows, draped with floral patterned curtains, allow soft sunlight to filter into the room, casting a warm glow on the polished hardwood floor.

Nestled at the corner of the fireplace, within view of the sofa, stands a television, similar to the one you saw in the bedroom. Atop it sits a beautiful photograph of you, smiling at the camera.

Every corner of the living room holds a personal touch as if someone took great care in creating a haven of comfort and memories. Despite the unfamiliarity of the surroundings, a feeling of warmth and belonging begins to stir within you.

In the reflective surfaces scattered throughout the living room and the entrance area, you catch glimpses of Steven and Jake's reflections. Their reassuring smiles provide a comforting presence amidst the unknown.

But Marc's firm hand gently guides you toward the front door, diverting your attention from the comforting reflections. With each step, your senses heighten, and a sense of anticipation builds within you Marc reaches for the doorknob, his hand steady and composed. With a gentle turn, the door creaks open, revealing a sight that both shocks and relieves you in equal measure.

In front of you stand Layla and Bucky, their figures silhouetted against the soft glow of the morning sunlight streaming through the open door. They stand closely, their arms intertwined, and a bouquet of vibrant flowers rests gently in Layla's arm.

Marc's eyes fall upon Layla, a bit shocked by the dress she's wearing. The knee-length, short-sleeved dress is made of a soft, pastel blue fabric and the neckline is modest, with a rounded collar. The dress cinches at the waist, before flowing gently outward in a flattering A-line silhouette.

Layla is wearing low-heeled shoes and her curly hair is styled in an updo. Her wild curls still manage to peak out. This is the first time Marc has seen Layla embrace such a feminine look since he met her.

Your gaze lingers on Bucky, unable to tear your eyes away from your best friend. Don't let Loki hear you. That Drama Queen will prank you to the world's end. However, you can't deny the fact that you are caught off guard by Bucky's look.

For the first time since you met him back in 2013 when he was still the Winter Soldier, you have never seen his hair so short. Nor have you seen him in a suit and such a wide grin on his face. Your best friend only smiles like that for Alpine or if there are plums.

"Oh, my stars and garters! Look at you two lovebirds! Ain't you a dashing couple?" Layla greets you and Marc with a cheerful smile, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "We're your neighbours to the right. Our right, not yours."

Bucky steps forward, his grin widening, and extends his hand to Marc. "At your service, Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, but you can just call me Bucky," he introduces himself with a hint of old-fashioned charm. "And this lovely dame by my side is my beautiful bride, Layla."

As you steal a glance at the mirror behind you, you catch sight of Steven and Jake's reflections. Their faces bear expressions of utter bewilderment, their gazes fixed upon Layla with a mix of surprise and shock, undoubtedly taken aback by her unexpected behavior. "What in the world?" you hear Steven exclaim from the mirror, his confusion mirroring your own.

Marc's eyes widen in astonishment, his brow furrowing as he struggles to comprehend what is going on. He can't help but echo Steven's sentiment. Why the hell is Layla talking like this? Sure, she had been exploring the dating scene, but married?

Marc hesitates for a moment, his confusion evident on his face, before he extends his hand to shake Bucky's in silence. His eyes dart between Layla's cheerful expression and Bucky's charismatic demeanor, struggling to find the right words in this peculiar situation.

Bucky, still grinning from ear to ear, releases Marc's hand and turns his attention to you. "Well, well, well, if it ain't the blushing bride herself," he says with a playful wink. "Layla here couldn't stop gushing about the two of you. Said you weren't able to keep your hands off each other in the lawn while moving furniture and whatnot."

Layla playfully swats her husband's chest, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, "Oh, darling, would you look at them now? Still in their nightwear and as quiet as church mice! I do declare, they must have had themselves a jolly late night, if you catch my drift!"

Bucky, his eyes widening in mock astonishment, puts a hand to his chest in an exaggerated display of shock. "Well, I'll be! Late nights and quiet mornings, eh? Seems like our new neighbors here know how to keep the fire burning, even in the wee hours!"

hearty laughter

The sudden, uproarious laughter rings throughout the room, catching you completely off guard. It emerges seemingly out of nowhere, startling you with its unexpectedness.

You exchange puzzled glances with Marc, your eyes widening in surprise as the laughter continues, echoing through the living room. Both you and Marc are left bewildered, unable to understand where it's coming from.

Bucky and Layla, however, remain unaffected, their smiles unwavering as they carry on their conversation, oblivious to the inexplicable laughter surrounding them. Marc and Jake both snap into a state of hypervigilance, their body instinctively tensing up. In a moment of instinctive connection, Marc's hand instinctively seeks yours, intertwining your fingers together.

Layla raises an eyebrow and glances at your intertwined hands with a playful smirk. "Well, I do declare, looks like our lovebirds here can't keep their hand off each other!"

Bucky turns to Layla with a wistful smile, his voice filled with fond memories. "It reminds me of us, darling. Do you recall that first week after we tied the knot? I simply couldn't bear to be apart from you, so I took a whole week off work, much to the boss's chagrin!"

"Don't remind me, honey," Layla says, her tone tinged with playful exasperation. Her gaze falls upon the bouquet of vibrant flowers still cradled in her arms, a realization dawning on her. "Oh, look at that, I still haven't given this to our neighbors. And they still haven't introduced themselves to us. You and Marc exchange a quick glance, silently communicating your decision. It's best to maintain the illusion and introduce yourselves as if you are a couple living in this era. You two need to figure out where you are before you go revealing everything.

It's clear that Layla and Bucky are unaware of who you and Marc truly are. They have no knowledge of the fact that Marc is good friends with Layla or that Bucky is your best friend. You give Marc a reassuring nod, a silent message to convey your support, and he takes a step forward, gently squeezing your hand as if to gather strength.

With the warmest smile Marc can muster, ensuring it appears genuine and welcoming, he glances at Bucky and Layla, careful not to appear stiff or forced. "Thank you, Bucky and Layla for the warm welcome and the beautiful flowers," Marc says, graciously accepting the bouquet from Layla, "My name's Marc Spector." He then turns his gaze towards you, gesturing for you to introduce yourself.

You warmly smile at the two, before stating your name and saying, "We really appreciate your warm welcome and the lovely flowers. It's great to meet friendly neighbors like you."

Layla speaks with genuine enthusiasm as she responds, "Oh, you're most welcome, dear! It's our pleasure to make you feel at home. We're so glad to have you as our neighbors."

Bucky gives a firm nod, a determined glint in his eyes, before speaking in a protective tone, "You two just give us a holler if anyone's giving you the slightest trouble, and I'll take care of them.”

You bit back a smile, silently acknowledging Bucky's protective offer. It seems that even in this unfamiliar setting, Bucky's instinct to protect his friends remains unchanged.

"Thank you, Bucky," you reply with a genuine smile, appreciating the sentiment behind his words. "We feel lucky to have such caring neighbors. We'll definitely let you know if we need any help."

Layla claps her hands together. "Oh, I do hope we'll be the best of friends, dearie! Why, we'll have tea parties and garden luncheons, and who knows what other delightful gatherings we can plan together?"

Bucky turns to Layla and gallantly plants a gentle kiss on her cheek, his voice filled with admiration. "Oh, my darling, you've sparked a brilliant idea within me."

Layla gazes at Bucky, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue from the kiss on her cheek, “Pray, do tell, my love. What idea has taken hold of your imaginative mind?"

Bucky turns to you and Marc, his wide grin showcasing his excitement. "Why don't we continue this warm welcome and celebrate our newfound friendship over a delightful dinner? I must say, my dear, Layla and I would be absolutely honored to dine at your place this evening."

"Absolutely! It would be our honor to share a meal with our charming new neighbors. We'll bring a bottle of our finest wine to toast to our newfound friendship!" Layla adds while nodding her head in agreement.

You and Marc exchange another glance, both surprised by the swift invitation and the seemingly unchangeable plans already set in motion. You had hoped for a moment to gather your thoughts and discuss the situation privately, but it seems that Bucky and Layla have other ideas.

As Layla and Bucky bid you goodbye, their cheerful voices ringing in your ears, you find yourselves momentarily stunned. The rapid pace at which events unfolded has left you little room to process the situation or devise a plan.

Your mind races, trying to find a way to politely decline their invitation without revealing too much. But before you can utter a word, Layla playfully interrupts, "Oh, now don't you worry your pretty little heads, dearies! We've already decided. Tonight, at seven o'clock, we shall grace your doorstep for a delightful dinner together."

Bucky steps forward, extending his arm toward you, inviting you to take it. "Until tonight then, my dear neighbors," he says with a charming smile. "We'll leave you to get settled and prepare for our grand gathering. Farewell for now!"

You and Marc, still slightly stunned, manage to bid them goodbye, your words laced with a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Farewell, Layla and Bucky. We'll see you tonight," you say, trying to maintain composure while secretly wondering how you'll navigate this unexpected dinner party.

Marc's grip on your hand tightens, mirroring the tension in his expression. You can sense the unease and confusion within him, mirroring your own thoughts. As the door closes behind Bucky and Layla, enveloping you in a momentary silence, the weight of the situation begins to settle upon you.

You take a deep breath, attempting to steady your racing thoughts. This unexpected turn of events has left you grappling with a myriad of questions. How did you end up in this meticulously decorated house in 1953? What happened to bring you here? And most importantly, how do you navigate this unfamiliar era without arousing suspicion or revealing your true identities?

The living room, once a haven of warmth and comfort, now feels foreign and daunting. The photographs on the walls that once showcased cherished moments now appear as enigmatic artifacts from a distant past. The scent of the flowers, once pleasant and inviting, now serves as a reminder of the surreal nature of your current reality.

You turn to face Marc, his eyes searching yours for answers that neither of you possesses. In the midst of uncertainty, you find solace in the fact that you have each other. Your connection, forged through shared experiences and the inexplicable journey that led you here, provides a sense of strength and unity.

Silently, you communicate your desire to retreat from the unfamiliarity of the living room, to find a moment of respite and privacy. Without exchanging words, you both make your way back up the wooden flight of stairs, seeking the familiarity of the bedroom you woke up in.

Once inside the room, you close the door behind you, shutting out the outside world for a brief moment. The air feels heavy with anticipation as you turn to face each other, the weight of the situation palpable.

"I can't believe this is happening," Marc finally breaks the silence, his voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and concern. "We need to figure out what's going on and how we ended up in the 50s. But we have to be careful. If Layla and Bucky suspect that something is wrong, it could complicate things.”

You nod in agreement, fully aware of the delicate nature of your predicament. "We need to gather information discreetly, without raising any suspicions," you suggest, your mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe we can explore the house further, look for clues or any hints of how we got here. We should also try to find a way to communicate with Steven and Jake without alerting anyone else."

Marc paces the room, his brow furrowed in deep thought. "Yes, that's a good plan. We need to be careful and gather as much information as we can before taking any action. It might be helpful to see if we can find any documents or personal belongings could tell us how we're connected to them."

You both share a moment of quiet contemplation, aware of the challenges that lie ahead. The thought of venturing into this unknown world, where every action and word must be carefully measured, fills you with a mix of trepidation and determination.

"We'll figure this out, together," you say, your voice filled with conviction.

Marc's eyes meet yours, a spark of resilience and trust igniting between you. "You're right," he replies, a glimmer of determination shining in his gaze. "No matter where or when we are, we'll always find a way. We'll navigate this mystery and return to our own time, I promise."

With a renewed sense of purpose, you and Marc prepare to face the challenges that lie ahead. The search for answers begins, and as you step back into the unknown, you know that your bond and unwavering determination will guide you through whatever obstacles may come your way.

The first obstacle being dinner with the Barnes.

☼ Please note that I do not wish to have my work translated or published on any third-party reading websites. I claim the rights to my work.

☼ Where I don’t have any rights to the characters, many ideas and OC are my own creation. Please respect that.

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marvelseries19 · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

NATASHA ROMANOFF

WANDA MAXIMOFF

KATE BISHOP

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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tokyo revengers x reader

masterlist of the series

chapter six. make it official

warning(s): manga/anime spoilers, strong language, slightly ooc with crack-ish themes(?), mentions of blood and violence

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notes: idk why but i had to rewrite this chapter like eight times ??? i guess final exams are really messing my writing up—also fluff at the end, couldn't help myself but dont worry, i plan on writing other scenarios with the other members of toman. for now enjoy the mikey and reader interactions :)

as for my bb! scarletwitch! fushiguro! reader series—it is currently on hold. will get back to it sooner later (maybe when the jjk movie comes up? idk i kinda lost motivation and i got so many requests in lined for it so its kinda stressful to think of how to write a scenario and such <\3 so sorry!!)

another pathetic excuse slipped past your school. it started with you falling down the stairs and now a car accident. you were beginning to wonder how they easily believed you and rie's excuses. when you came at school with a few patches on your face, your classmates gave you a few strange and terrified looks.

you were wearing an oversized black jacket to hide your arms once again, but the exposed skin on your thighs was visibly bandaged.

nonetheless, they expressed concern for you—believing that you really had gotten into a car accident just from the look of your current state. bearing the title as the queen of st. ishiyama and toman's girl, they spoke nothing of it despite the glances they gave you. you could tell that some of them weren't as gullible as the others and believed it was more than a car accident.

as usual, you went on with your day at school. rie was absent since her parents forbade her from going in order for her to get some rest, so classes went by quick with you having no one to talk to. speaking of rie's parents, fortunately they didn't stop the two of you from being friends. you were extremely grateful for rie who covered up a couple of details that involved you and toman.

by the time lunch came, you were alone at the rooftop. eating an onigiri you bought from a convenient store beforehand while leaning against the railing, gazing at the feathery and crystalline horizon.

"oi, [name]-chan!"

ah, he's here again.

you glanced past your shoulders and nearly dropped the onigiri you held in your right hand. "toman?"

stood before you were the founding members of the infamous gang that had your back when you went against moebius. they were still dressed in their school uniforms and to your surprise, they even took takemichi along with them. clearly, you weren't expecting to see them here with mikey and draken.

"did you guys just skipped class?" your tone dropped, pointing out the obvious.

draken answered, letting out a long breath of sigh. "mikey insisted it."

"school's boring, it's only right we go somewhere." mikey argued, retorting to draken's statement.

"we all know you came here just to see her." and just like that, draken ended up getting punched on the arm by mikey.

you pinched the bridge of your nose when mikey and draken began to argue with each other. takemichi panicked, instantly mediating the argument of the two. you were then approached the first division captain of toman.

the ravenous haired boy grinned, holding out a hand for you to shake. "hey firecracker, nice to see you up and about. the name's baji, keisuke by the way. i don't think we've formally introduced."

you accepted his hand and shook it, returning his compliment. "thanks, i'm [surname], [name]."

"you've already met mitsuya and pah?" baji glanced at the two captains who glanced at you curtly as you nodded your head.

"have you been well, [name]-san?" mitsuya asked, striking a conversation with you.

you nodded, smiling a bit. he appeared to be the calmest out of the bunch. you loved the aura radiating from him. "i'm good, no worries about it. i do kind of feel rusty after getting hospitalized though."

you then flickered your eyes to mikey and sighed. "i still can't believe he literally pulled you guys out from class just to come see me. that's stupid."

"it's not stupid, mind you. i have something important to tell you!" you, along with the captains, turned your head towards mikey who faced you—childishly pouting with his arms crossed.

you raised a brow, placing a hand on your hip as you nibbled on the onigiri who haven't finished eating. "what could be so important for you to skip class and come see me?"

leaving takemichi and draken's side, mikey's aura as the commander of toman appeared and took over the atmosphere. in response to this, you shoved the rest of your food in your mouth before striding to meet him in the middle of the rooftope and mirrored his drastic change of demeanor.

"join us."

you gazed into his eyes and saw desperation. the way he asked you wasn't even a request, it was a demand.

i'm repeating history again.

for a split second, your mind resurfaced the memories you held onto. from how you paved your way into the delinquent life, your first and last empire of girls at your previous school, you fighting moebius and now—sano, manjiro offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity.

with that, a fit of laughter broke from you.

pah glanced at you in confusion, scratching the back of his head before turning to baji and mitsuya. "what is she laughing for?"

"oi, [name]-chan. what's so funny?" the childish and carefree aura that mikey held returned when he saw the look of amusement and laughter on your face.

you clasped a hand over your mouth to surpress your laughter while clutching your stomach. "oh my god, mikey."

"stop laughing! i am serious." mikey shot you a lighthearted glare.

you cleared your throat, subsiding your fit of laughter. you shook your head, now folding your arms across your chest. "yeah, not happening serious."

"ouch, the rejection." baji commented in an exasperated manner before laughing.

mitsuya glanced at baji. "why do you sound like they broke up or something?"

"what do you want? name your price." who would have thought mikey could be this persistent just to have you?

you quipped, tapping your chin with your fingers as you rolled your feet back and forth in a thinking manner. "anything, huh?"

"do you want to be a captain? your own divisio— "fight me, manjiro."

everyone looked at you as if you had lost your marbles. they eyed you from head to toe in unison, sharing the same exact thoughts. you had a death wish.

"there's no way i'm hitting a girl." mikey immediately waved his hands at you, clearly disliking your request.

you answered persistently, folding your arms. "you have my full consent to hit me. if you win, i'm joining toman without any questions but if i win, i'm not joining. those are my conditions."

mikey looked at you with uncertainty evident in his eyes. he never doubted your abilities, in fact he was confident that you were more than capable of protecting yourself. just like the rest of toman, they had a moral code of not using their violence against girls.

fighting you was against his will, but the temptation to have you was strong.

"i want the rest of toman to spectate our fight later at the musashi temple, midnight." you answered firmly.

"this girl is crazy." baji looked at you, chuckling. "but she's got confidence, i'll give her that."

"[name]-san against mikey-kun?" just the thought of it scared takemichi.

"alright, i'll accept your request." mikey sighed in defeat. "but don't blame me if you end up going to the hospital again and you better mean your second condition."

"you'll bring me there regardless of the outcome, i just know it." you chuckled, flashing him a genuine smile of yours. one that could make someone like him fall hard for you. "and i never go back on my word, that's a promise."

you were quite ecstatic.

you weren't scared of how it was going to turn out. in fact, it doesn't matter at this point because right now. this was your chance to analyze and learn from the invincible mikey himself. after getting hospitalized, you knew you were going to be rusty. so, what better way to get yourself conditioned and warmed up? simple, a fight against a gang leader.

"oi, you two cannot be serious." draken intervened, stepping in between you and mikey. "you just got out of the hospital and you are seriously going against [name] just for her to join toman?!"

a yawn escaped your lips.

you proceeded to walk away from mikey and draken who began to argue about the deal you had just made. you trotted towards takemichi who looked at you with extreme concern in his eyes.

"[name]-san, are you serious about this? you're going to fight against mikey-kun, the invincible mikey!" takemichi expressed his worries vocally.

you belted out a chuckle. "hey, michi. have you forgotten what i told you?"

"forgotten what?" takemichi blinked, confused.

"i used to take down gang leaders before, so what are you taking me for? i plan on taking down mikey, or at least get some fun out of it just like in the old days." with you shoveled your hands in the pockets of your oversized jacket.

"are you doubting me?" you quipped and immediately earned a shake of a head from him.

"n-no! i think you are just as skilled as him [name]-san. i'm just concerned for you that's all, you just got out of the hospital."

you could see why mikey and the rest of toman had taken a liking for the young boy. he might be weak to fighting and to women, but he had a good heart that genuinely cares for the people around him. with that, you reached your hand to him and gave his shoulder a pat.

"thank you for saving rie back then and for the genuine concern, michi. i appreciate it."

rie was going to kill you when she finds out about this deal and fight you impulsively arranged. it was a good thing she was absent today.

midnight blue deepens over a broad and starlit sky. your silhouette wandered beneath the moonlight, making your way towards the tori gate and steps of stone. from a distance, faint whispers gradually became audible to your ears when you had finally reached the top.

from there, hundreds of gang members gathered before the musashi temple and adorned by their black and gold embroidered uniforms. a smile rose on your lips when they took notice of your presence; heads turning and eyes staring. their voices hushed down not long after you had began to stride towards the very front. the crowd broke in half, paving you a clear path towards your goal.

they all seemed to be mesmerized by the sound of your boots, clicking against the pavement along with your graceful yet powerful walk. head straight forward, you ignored their gaze and simply continued before halting at the commander of toman himself, sano manjiro. stood along side him was draken and to your surprise, yet again, takemichi was there.

you simply glanced at the three of them before turning your attention towards the hundreds of toman members.

"everyone, standing before you is [surname], [name] of st. ishiyama! as requested, toman will officiate and spectate her fight against the president." draken's voice boomed with authority. "two simple conditions will follow; if [name] wins against mikey, she will not join toman but if she loses, she will join toman."

whispers and murmurs filled the atmosphere at an instant. you could tell that they have mixed emotions at draken's statement. you knew some of them thought you were insane or were simply confused.

they had heard of you before, your name was literally rising to fame in the streets of tokyo. you were the female delinquent. you were the one who went head-to-head against moebius to avenge the girlfriend of the third division captain's friend.

"why is the leader fighting his girlfriend?" you caught onto one of their common murmurs. you had nearly forgotten that.

"lovers' quarrel maybe?"

"but, didn't draken say she's not under toman yet?"

they went on and on until draken's voice had boomed once again. his authoritative voice silenced the entire crowd.

"everyone silent! [name], mikey, get into place."

everyone circled you and mikey as soon as you and him strode down the steps. the two of you were about two meters away from each other when got into place. mikey took off the oversized toman jacket hanging on his shoulders and you rolled up the sleeves of your black blouse. you combed your hair and tied it in a ponytail with the hair tie adorning your wrist. you also made sure that the laces of your heeled, combat boots were tied. it'd be an embarrassment for you to trip and lose balance because of untied laces.

you widened your stance; legs kept apart, feet firmly on the ground and closed fists across your body. you huffed the lose strands falling on your face and straightened your posture.

"ready when you are." you glanced at mikey.

mikey cleared his throat and smiled, "ladies first."

and that was all you needed to hear.

you made a straightforward dash towards the blonde boy and just as you had expected, he lifted his leg to high roundhouse kick you. you immediately reacted on time, bringing a closed fist to block it. everyone watched in awe at your keen reflexes. you proceeded to grab his raised leg, pulling him close to you before ramming a fist to his jaw.

mikey kicked his other leg in the air, successfully sending you backwards and made you lose you hold onto his leg from the recoil. you regained composure and darted yourself to him once again.

you raised an arm on time when he threw a hefty punch at you, you caught his other punch the second time and twisted it before flipping yourself upside down, hooking your legs around his neck firmly and throwing him to the ground. unlike before, you failed to pin his arm down this time. mikey learned from the sambo-move you pulled on him during his first encounter with you. using his untamed strength, he flipped you over so he was on top instead of you.

his hand made its way your throat to pin you down and raised his other over his head to punch you. you kicked both of your legs, pushing him away from you and kicked yourself back up. you stroked the vicegrip he had on your throat seconds ago.

you threw yourself at him, hooking your legs around his chest and neck sent him spinning as he struggled to get you off him. you made your way behind his back, you brought an arm to lock him by the neck and repeatedly rammed your fists at his head. suddenly, he pushed his head towards you and successfully headbutted you. once your hold onto him loosened, you jumped off him but not before you kicked your legs square on his back and used him as a boost to back flip in the air.

once you landed back on your feet, you slid left and right, narrowly avoiding his kicks. you ducked right on time for another high roundhouse kick and found yourself an opening. you aimed a closed fist to his face. mikey brought both of his arms to block it, leaving his back wide open. with a triumphant smirk on your face, you pivoted your foot and rounded a kick on his back. mikey looked at you, stunned as he gasped at the harsh blow on his back.

"holy shit, she just feinted a frontal attack.." chifuyu, the first division vice captain, stared at you in shock with his mouth hanging agape.

takemichi finished chifuyu's sentence with the same look of awe plastered on his face. "to roundhouse kick mikey-kun!"

you proceeded to duck when mikey retaliated against you with a kick. from then on was a cycle of give and take of fists and kicks. the two of you were just as skilled with one another, it was almost impossible for any of you to outspeed or overpower the other. even if one of you happened to find an opening, the two of you would just easily turn the tables.

"so, this is the female delinquent of tokyo." baji watched your keen precision and reflexes. "no wonder moebius wanted her."

"she has an interesting fighting style too." mitsuya had decided to speak up, coming up with a good hypothesis from his observation.

"interesting?" takemichi asked, confused.

"yeah, [name] is attacking and defending at the same time. she uses a mix of sambo, systema and krav maga; a russian military self-defense and martial arts." mitsuya pointed out right on cue when you rammed an opened hand to his face while locking his raised leg with your other. "and right now, she's using krav maga against mikey."

you took a step back, catching your breath for a second. you were surprised at how mikey was able to catch up to you. clearly, he's a prodigy of his own martial art. the hand you were using to block his kicks was now aching. you might be skilled, but it doesn't mean you were actually invincible. you failed to stop this one kick and stumbled backwards from the recoil. you spat out blood to the side before wiping your lips.

his tornado kicks were no joke.

taking a sharp intake of air, you charged him head on once again. you already learned enough from his style. mikey obviously favors kicks more than punches. apart from that, he always aims directly for the uppermost part of the body and has lightning-fast reflexes.

you lifted your left leg, imitating his high roundhouse kick which mikey mirrored. as your legs clashed against each other, you reached your hands out and grabbed his locks of blonde hair before yanking him down to your right knee, lifting it as you dropped your left leg.

"shit, she got mikey." draken's eyes dilated at the sight of his best friend getting kneed in the face.

with your fingers still holding onto his hair, you yanked him his head up to see his half-lidded eyes. he was still conscious even after that. you clenched your free hand and aimed it directly towards his face, but to your surprise he caught it right on time. you released your hold onto his hair to raise your arm, deflecting the punch he threw right after.

at this point, both of your upper limbs were now aching from all the hits you took. but even so, you weren't the only who's gradually becoming tired. their leader was also beginning to get exhausted just as you.

the two invincible delinquents aren't so invincible after all.

you were shaken off from your thoughts when mikey made his next move. you stepped back as he darted towards you. you slid to left, simultaneously catching his fist. however, you failed to calculate the move that preceeded. the closed fist you caught opened and intertwined with yours. he twisted your arm behind your back and made you kneel with force.

you lifted your head up to at him with a smile adorning your face. he was impressive; he lasted more than ten minutes with you.

mikey's imposing and commanding aura drastically changed when a look of perplexity became evident instead.

what were you smiling about?

"i withdraw."

with that, an uproar of surprised looks and gasps echoed from the crowd. even mikey couldn't help but hang his mouth in agape from your statement.

"what?" mikey muttered.

the conditions you set meant nothing to you. you only made them just to get a taste of mikey's prowess and to analyze his attacks upclose because you knew he wouldn't agree to fight you and hold back.

obviously, he was holding back during your fight, but you paid no mind to it. you weren't exactly using your full concentration either because you didn't want to push your limits this time. you could have continued on with the fight; you still had a lot of fight left in you despite the ache in your limbs but you had just gotten out of the hospital and you knew rie would kill you if you let hell break loose. you didn't want to make your friend worry, so you ended it there.

either way, the fight wasn't a serious one. if anything you were just fighting for your pride; for the fun of it, nothing more.

mikey continued, still in a state of disbelief. "is this a trick? do you.. mean it?"

"i mean it, i withdraw from our fight." you pressed on, reiterating before releasing yourself from his hold to stand and dust your clothes off.

once you got up on your feet, mikey gently pulled you by the arm to stand next to him. he glanced at you for a second, before turning his attention towards everyone who spectated the fight.

"the second condition of [name] has been met." he began. "as stated by herself, she has withdrawn from our fight."

the moment you made the lives of the moebius members hell with your untamed strength, there was no turning back. you had already involved yourself into the delinquent life once again.

"starting today, [surname], [name] will now be a part of the first division, under baji, keisuke."

at first, you didn't want to affiliate yourself with tokyo manji gang. you've had quite the experience with gangs of men in the past. they paid no respect and would always look down upon you and your girls. it was a patriarchal, delinquent world. it was also the very reason you delved yourself into the delinquent life and carried on the motto, women protecting women, but seeing how they fought on your side and for their friends that day, you knew they weren't just any delinquents.

in fact, they reminded you of your girls.

you weren't going to regret this.

"it is an honor to be officially a part of toman. everyone, thank you for spectating our fight." you raised your head high and before your gaze fell onto the first division captain.

"baji, keisuke—i look forward to working with you!" you claimed next.

you were joined by the captain and his vice. baji peered down at you before placing a hand on the top of your head to give you a quick headpat as chifuyu glanced at you with a smile, "welcome to the first division, [name]-san."

this was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster ride.

you learned from rie that each division had their own purpose and the first division happened to be the attack unit, it was definitely a fitting role for someone like you who was a relentless and expert combatant.

after the fight took place at the musashi temple, toman had dispersed right after being dismissed. instead of walking home, you were persistently brought to the hospital (just as you had expected) by mikey because your arms were aching from the hits you took and much to your dismay, the hospital remembered you and him.

you ended up scowling at mikey the entire time because the nurse who treated you couldn't help but comment and coo at how sweet your boyfriend was to care for his girlfriend who always got into fights. if only the nurse knew who really mikey was, but you were too tired to say a thing. once you were patched up, you were given a couple of painkillers, ointment and was advised to get some rest—or more like told mikey to look after you which he cheekily agreed.

"when will you stop?" you groaned, walking outside with mikey trailing after you.

mikey laughed, "never! i told you so didn't i? you're my girlfriend now and more importantly, an official member of toman."

"aight, i'mma head out. my free trial as a toman member has ended." you rolled your eyes, scoffing before walking away only to get yanked back by mikey who tugged on your blouse from behind.

mikey told you with exaggeration. "didn't you hear what the nurse said? i'm looking after my girlfriend! i'm fetching you home."

reluctantly, you hopped onto his motorcycle and settling your feet onto the passenger pegs while grumbling "girlfriend my ass" under your breath. mikey hopped on not long after but before he pulled the two of you and his ride from the side, he turned his head over your shoulder and flicked your forehead—making you flinch for a second and look at him with confused, wide eyes.

"what was that for?"

you clasped a hand over your forehead as mikey playfully huffed a sharp exhale and retorted. "for saying stupid things."

"as if i'd ever let you go when i just got you."

with that, he smoothly pulled his babu into the road and whisked the two of you away. you leaned against the back his neck and held onto his shoulder instead of his waist, quietly rubbing your forehead and grumbled. but when you felt his warm hand interwined with your free one, you perked your head up and immediately pulled your hand away from his as a reflex which discreetly made him frown.

"so, why did you withdraw?"

mikey spoke up, momentarily gazing at you from the side mirror before returning his eyes at the road. "i've seen the way you fight, you could have taken me down even after i locked your arm."

you answered before closing your eyes to lean your head onto his back. "because i wanted to withdraw, now shush."

"wow, you've gone soft for me?" his laughter filled your ears as your touch sent sparks and warmth to his chest. "have i finally caught your interest, [name]-chan?"

perhaps you were going to regret this after all.

"i'm going to jump off your motorcycle, manjiro."

"hey! at least call me mikey if you're gonna do it!"

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Do you think that baby fushiguro is close to tsumiki???

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's older sister

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): manga/anime spoilers, fluff

hope this suffices! i turned it into a prompt, thank you for asking and for being patient <3

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i feel like at some point in your life, you'd ask gojo or megumi if you had anymore siblings, like an older sister perhaps and that's when they tell you about your other, half-older sibling, tsumiki.

you never experienced having a motherly-figure in your life. so when you found out you and megumi had tsumiki, you were absolutely thrilled to go meet your supposedly half older sister.

gojo and megumi aren't close with tsumiki, but they know it was only right for you to meet her, since they don't want to hide anything from you either.

when you first saw tsumiki at the school that megumi used to attend to, you instantly got shy. there was just something about her that made you hide behind megumi. as for her, she instantly fell in love with you when she saw you adorably being shy and hiding behind megumi.

"she's our baby sister?"

"she's [name]."

"oh my, come here!"

you were instantly picked up from your spot and was coddled in tsumiki's warm embrace. you instantly relaxed in her hold and eventually, you melted to her touch, hugging her back.

ever since you met tsumiki, you started to look for her. you'd always look forward to what she was upto or where she was. megumi and gojo don't mind, in fact they're happy that you were blossoming a good relationship with your half-older sister.

gojo eventually got into contact with her, so the two of you can spend time together.

tsumiki would take you to pet shops to look at cute animals, take you to clothing stores and buy you boba milk tea.

she'd hold your hand at all times and even if you don't insist it, tsumiki will carry you in her arms.

she's very responsible, she makes sure you're doing zoomies under her watchful gaze and she's quick to act whenever you trip somehow.

she tries to get you into girly stuff and spoils you—so by the time gojo picks you up from your date with your older sister, you were wearing a cute, red sundress with matching shoes; your hair was braided and you had a bunch of paper bags filled with clothes and accessories for your age.

whenever you're with tsumiki, expect your hair to either be neatly brushed, tied, clipped or braided in cute hairstyles. your most favorites are the twin space buns and french braids.

although she's your half, older sister figure—tsumiki acts like a mother to you for the most part.

tsumiki would ask how your day was and if it wasn't good, she'd treat you some ice cream or give you a candy along with a headpat. she'd also give you advices if you ever needed them.

you don't know how handle your emotions? tsumiki's got an advice for that.

you don't know what color to pick for your drawing? she's got one for that too!

you wanna watch cartoons with her? sing and dance baby songs too? tsumiki will happily do that with you! she'll learn it and look for other catchy, baby songs to teach it to you as well.

you're not eating veggies? yeah, that's a no-no for tsumiki. she won't force you, but she will help you eat more greens by making them appetizing to encourage you to eat. in fact, she will even teach megumi how to make simple yet healthy meals for you.

tsumiki sees you not acting appropriately? being a bit mean and talking back to your father or brother? she will not tolerate that. she will give you a light scolding for that and corrects it properly.

someone's been picking on you and somehow you can't find the courage to tell megumi or gojo? big sister tsumiki will take care of it for you, just tell her! your secrets are safe with her. no one messes with her baby sibling.

you eventually become attached with tsumiki and secretly may or may not favor her more than megumi.

you were absolutely devastated when you overheard from megumi and gojo that she had gotten into a coma because of a curse. at that point, you had subconsciously tapped into your chaos magic and did what you didn't think you could do—release her from the curse.

gojo and megumi, no—all of them, were shocked to find you at tsumiki's hospital bed after disappearing off, subconsciously using your wiggly-woos to make her awake again.

that was when your father and brother knew that your bond and love for tsumiki was just as real, and that your gift was beyond theirs. you were indeed the scarlet witch, just as that old woman had told gojo in his dreams.

just as tsumiki protects you in her own way, you'd protect her in your own way too even if you were just a baby. <3

when tsumiki recovered from her coma, the next time you were with her, you'd go out of your way and behind her back; discreetly using your magic when you see a curse boldly approaching tsumiki.

you also started using your magic a bit more ever since she had gotten comatosed because of a curse.

whenever you'd see a sketchy person approach her and you, you'd tap into their minds and make them go away.

or when the weather ruins your pinic date, you immediately make the rainy, dark clouds go away and make the people confused to see why your picnic spot with tsumiki has no rain.

tsumiki forgot to bring a chapstick? you make one into reality and hand it to her, claiming you just had one in your pocket which leaves her absolutely confused because toddlers aren't even supposed to use one.

overall, you're close with your big sis tsumiki.

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