#tony speaks italian

[cowboyhorsegirl]

tony stark hungarian and italian heritage speaker mayhaps??

#ana jarvis #maria stark #tony stark #my headcanons #he picks up hungarian from ana and italian from maria #but only in the heritage speaker-y way where he understands more than he speaks #maybe one day he decides to learn more idk #my employer's opinions

[tony-andonuts]

Also i love (hate) how painfully white everyone on this flight is

#ik im white so i cant say too much #but oh my fucking god the fucking crackers in my area are so fucking stupid and ignorany #like bro italians are not dark skinned sgut the fuck up #these fucking cishet white fascists be out here spouting whatever fucking trash comes out of their mouths #the guy in front of me sound like phideas (spelling?) #tony speaks

[sandwhich-lady]

One of my favorite genre of friends gotta be willing to unquestionably commit to the bit

#honorable mentions include #trying to get a job at Peet’s coffee and Becoming Peet #pointing out everything Italian/Chinese bakery owner Tony Wong owns while speaking in a very bad New York mobster accent #(things he owned included multiple houses. mailboxes. half of a kfc. the mail industry. the C in a CVS sign but only half of it.) #that game where you tap you’re friends shoulder from the other side and they look behind them to see who did it #that devolved into an aggressive game of tag for the entire school year #and many more

[stxar-pvnk]

Do you think if like in a universe where endgame and that never happened and Peter and tony were just hanging out one day in the labs

Tony too tired to notice he's speaking in Italian: ehi tesoro, puoi passarmi le pinzette?

(Hey, baby can you pass me the tweezers?)

Peter who knows Italian from may: sì, proprio qui, papà.

(yeah, right here dad.)

They both freeze for two different reasons.

Peter embarassed out of his mind,

Peter in his head: DID I JUST CALL HIM DAD?! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG..

Tony who found out Peter was his son 2 weeks ago

Tony in his head: DID HE FIND THE DNA TEST?!...

#spiderman #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spider son #mcu marvel avengers #iron man #irondad and spiderson #writing prompts #irondad things #iron dad #irondad fic #irondad fic prompts

[chaoticace2005]

Reason I, sexiest being ever Angel Dust, wanna get fucked by BE WITH Whiskers: (Complimentary to Husk's reasons for NOT getting involved with Angel post)

He's hot.

~Daddy~ (I don't have daddy issues shut up. Who am I? Charlie??)

Wanna see the kitty ~purr~ and those wings ~flap~

He has hearts. I have hearts. THAT'S SO MANY HEARTS!!!!

Our colors compliment each other!!!

Are cat's dicks really... ya know?

Honestly he probably needs a good lay.

Actually, wait: is he even queer??? YES YES HE IS!

Makes good drinks.

Funny to piss off.

Charity work. That's a redeeming "quality" right?

Fuck this entire list actually. He sucks. And NOT in a sexy way. He'd be LUCKY to fuck me.

Good singer and dancer??

Actually gets what I'm going through and doesn't give me that pitying bullshit?

Badass motherfucker with EXPLOSIVE CARDS?!

Good drinking buddy

HE CAN FLY?!?!

Somehow actually believes in me??

Short king. Short guys are sexy (except you Arackniss, fuck you.)

So fucking soft. He'd deny it though. AND HE PURRS

Doesn't bullshit me or anyone for that matter.

Smiles wouldn't like it.

Husk should know he is loved and supported. (Am I really the best guy for that?? I don't even need to date him to tell him this. I can get it through this thick skull in other ways until someone better comes along.)

Best cuddler ever.

Makes me feel seen and alive.

Being with him is better than any drug.

He takes care of Nuggets!!!!!!

Speaks Italian?!?!?!?!? AND DOESN'T EVEN BUTCHER IT!!!! (and it's VERY hot)

Nice enough to ask for permission before doing anything??

Thinks that asking for permission should be expected?

Takes care of me after a bad session/day and I wanna take care of him.

Doesn't want to have sex with me.

Says "Tony" WAY too well.

I've literally never cared about someone this much before??

One of my favorite people ever and I'm so lucky to have him as a friend. And maybe that should be enough?? What the hell am I doing??

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust being a gay mess #hazbin hotel crack #stupid hazbin hotel lists #huskerdust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #husker hazbin hotel #angelhusk

[tearinarainstorm]

230714 summary of rúben’s the residency chat:

if he wasn’t a footballer, he’d want to be an astronaut, “no sports”

he’s working already for the pre-season

he speaks 3 languages: portuguese, english & spanish. he wants to learn french and italian

favorite album: blonde by frank ocean, his favorite song from the album is self control

he likes strawberries and spinach, not together obviously

he watches basketball and f1

he’d be an eagle

he listens to anything by black coffee on his way to training

favorite movie: I origins (2014 film, has an average rating of 3.6 on letterboxd)

he likes to dance

last book he read: unshakeable by tony robbins (has an average 4.1 rating on goodreads)

last shows he watched: turn of the tide and daisy jones & the six, camila morrone is his celebrity crush

he wouldn’t switch hairstyles with jack grealish

he likes sweet perfumes (didn’t mention any names or brands)

he wants to have 5 kids and wouldn’t pressure them to become footballers

he prefers dc over marvel bc he likes batman

didn’t answer anything related to barbenheimer 😫

he was online for about an hour, very sweet and took his time to read as much as possible 🥹🫶🏼

#ruben dias #it was interesting #attractive people use letterboxd

[imaginestevetony]

Still thinking about the SHIELD profile for Tony.

Focusing on his languages: English, Spanish, Italian and Dari

I'd like to think Tony speaks fluent Italian because of Maria. And Dari after Afghanistan and Yinsen. Spanish would be really useful when he's at California.

It's not included there but in Iron Man 2 he understands and speaks French (speaking with the police before going to see Vanko).

In comics he can speak Japanese, Russian and some Urdu. I'd like to think mcu tony learned those, too. Japanese for business, Russian from Natasha (later it'll be useful with Bucky) and Urdu from Rhodey.

And additional headcanon, I think Tony can do perfect British accent thanks to Edwin Jarvis.

And if not fully fluent, at least he'd know some Hungarian curse words from Ana Jarvis.

#I'm revisiting my drafts and I have so much I need to finish #trying to get my groove back so I can finish stuff #I need a longer scene of tony wearing a leather jacket while speaking french #tony stark #iron man #my hcs

[freckledboss]

Twenty-one days of having relived the reoccurring thought of whether or not he was alive. Even as the spacecraft had entered Earth’s atmosphere and was brought to land upon the compound’s grounds, Pepper remained uncertain. Not reluctant to approach, however, for curiosity and anticipation were the driving force behind each footstep forward. It was unknown to the extent of the occupants' conditions aboard that ship. She wasn’t given details of who or what was to be expected, only that Friday informed her of a foreign presence having chosen Avengers Headquarters as its trajectory, and she hoped -- god, did she hope -- it was him. 

The ship’s back hatch opened, lowering to reveal two individuals and one of which nearly caused her to gasp with relief. Tears of her own cascaded across her cheeks, to hear him speak her name again, it was something she’d never take for granted.

That was a few months ago.

Settling into a new norm. She tries to not think about it most nights. So many turned to dust. Billions lost at the hand of a mad tyrant; genocide of mass proportions, but she was still here. Alive, unharmed, and lucky.

Pepper stands at the kitchen counter, deciding on what to prepare for dinner or whether they should venture out. The choices are limited, not every business along main street is operational. New York City has become a city that does indeed sleep. The nightlife here has greatly diminished. So many closures and temporary shutdowns due to financial burdens and staffing. Sometimes she convinces Tony to eat out in order to support local eateries, but even then their contribution isn't enough. Still, she likes to think they're helping in some way.

"Tony? Are you in the mood for anything to eat?" She'll check the cabinets. "I can make us some pasta with olive oil, basil and garlic... or we could get take out..." The latter of the two is sounding more appealing. "Maybe swing by Amorino for something sweet. I'm craving an Italian dessert..." a beat, smirk set. "Or I could just nibble on you."

@mr-tony-stark

#mr-tony-stark #this starter was a little longer than i meant to write haha #i got a little carried away xD

[ungrateful-sneeze]

Tony definitely calls Peter nicknames in Italian after his mum taught him, and speaks Italian when he doesn’t want Peter to know what he’s saying.

Of course, Peters not going to admit that his very Italian Aunt May has been teaching him since he was 5 and he understands every Tony says

#spiderman #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #irondad fanfiction

[spider-mancan]

Instructor Stark is incredibly strict.

That’s not unusual for a ballet instructor, although Instructor Stark doesn’t have the heavy accent to be truly stereotypical. The real issue is that he seems flippant and casual until he’s making you stand in the front of the room and do the petit allegro over and over and you stop tripping over your feet while the rest of the class gets to drink water and stare at you.

“He’s only like that because you’re so good,” MJ tells Peter after he’s finished having his bathroom breakdown. “Betty fucked up those Italian fouettés and he barely ragged her at all.”

“Betty’s good!” Peter argues.

Not as good as you. MJ has said it before. Peter is glad she doesn’t say it again.

“Mr. Parker?” Instructor Stark sticks his head out of the rehearsal room and MJ flashes him a tight grimace before patting Peter on the shoulder.

“Speak of the devil.”

“The devil has excellent hearing, Miss Jones.” Instructor Stark doesn’t dig in his nails any further — even though most days MJ asks for it. Instead, he crooks his finger in Peter’s direction. “I need to speak with you.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter says meekly. He hopes Instructor Stark can’t tell that he cried. Peter drains the rest of his refillable bottle over his head, luke-warm water soaking his thin shirt. He’s hoping the moisture hides any evidence of his episode in the bathroom, but he hooks his finger in the lid, gathers his things, and follows Instructor Stark back onto the Marley.

It’s dismissive, the way the instructor starts the music before Peter has even set his things down. “Still warm, aren’t you?” he asks, over Don Q on the speakers. “Basil. You know it.”

Peter has been sitting on cold tile for about ten minutes, so he’s not sure he’s up for the jumping, but he nods and rolls his shoulders.

“Perform for me.”

Peter meets Tony’s eyes in the mirror, lit on fire. That stupid smirk. Peter grits his teeth as the music starts over. “Yes, Mr. Stark.”

If he’s not warm at first, he’s warm by the time Instructor Stark decides Peter has performed the variation to satisfaction — four or five times, no marking, and a bruise on the knee from banging the barre on his tours.

The music finally cuts off. “You’re very good at doing what you’re told.”

Peter could kick Stark in the shin, but he’s exhausted, collapsing again the mirror. He scowls at the instructor, who just…smirks, looking down at Peter over his nose. There’s an undertone, something that only bleeds through when they’re alone. They’ve both pretended not to notice, even though the undertone would not be taken well by the school. Peter never mentions it. Tony only gives him elevator eyes when Peter is too tired to care. He thinks it might be a strange, twisted kind of admiration, that MJ is right and Instructor Stark thinks Peter has value, and that comes across in heat under the skin. It would hardly be the first time passion for the arts became something different entirely.

Peter tries not to squirm, so he scowls harder.

“I’ve got an offer for you, kid.”

Peter tenses up. “What, uh…what kind of offer?”

Instructor Stark comes over, holds out his palm to help Peter up, and pretends Peter isn’t hesitant to take it. “I’m teaching at a convention in Germany this summer. Ten weeks.”

“That’s great, sir,” Peter replies, listlessly. He doesn’t know why Instructor Stark felt the need to tell Peter something he already new. Most people moaned about losing their favorite instructor — his replacement isn’t nearly as nice to look at, either.

“I have an extra ticket.”

It clicks too slowly, sluggish. “Me?” Peter scrambles to his feet in a burst of adrenalin, ignoring Instructor Stark’s hand entirely. “Me, to Germany, for the convention? Natasha Romanov is going to be there!”

His instructor smirks, all sideways. “Trust me, that’s a reason to stay home.”

“She’s one of the best ballerinas in two generations! She’s danced for kings!”

“Me too, kid.” Instructor Stark crosses his arms with a sniff. “Pretty sure on more occasions, even.”

“You’re a guy,” Peter argues. “It’s different!” He’s grinning. He’s excited, too excited, to the point of trembling. He’s not sure he trusts it. “I…I can really go? The money—”

“Paid for.” Instructor Stark waved his hand like thousands of dollars is nothing. “You’ll just have to bring yourself and something…” He pinches the see through material of Peter’s drenched shirt, “less wet. Lots of somethings. There will be three or four classes a day, plus rehearsals for company shows. It’s a big deal.”

Peter knows. He can’t believe. “Why…why me?”

Instructor Stark’s fingers smooth out the wrinkle he made in Peters shirt. His finger must smell like diluted sweat, like Peter. Stark looks him up and down, and the smirk goes a little softer on the edges. “I owe you, Mr. Parker, for making you cry.”

#starker #considers #starker fic #ballet au #ignore the formatting I wrote this in my notes in about a half hour #tnpt #I NEED AO3 BACK #ironspider

[mixelation]

actually if you're going to write tony stark as An Italian American Man (tm) then I demand:

tony going to a VERY expensive restaurant in italy and insisting on spaghetti and meatballs, know FULL WELL what he is doing. where is Advanced Troll tony stark smh

he doesn't actually speak italian because his parents are from a generation where bilingualism was thought to "confuse" children so no matter who is talking to him he's like. "no that's not the dialect i speak, smh." no one has ever actually called him on this because italians are like "hmm yeah checks out"

does know all the rude hand gestures though

fish isn't meat? pepper i don't think veganism is real

has like fifteen types of olive oil in his kitchen despite never cooking anything more complicated than pasta and jar sauce

only on time if he wants to be

does shit like break pasta before cooking or pour cold water on them before adding sauces (THE NOODLES ARE HOT, OKAY) but then gets noticeably upset when someone else does a slight deviation from how you're "supposed" to make something. it's only okay if he does it

he's not calling any adult bambino/a please for for the love of god

once made a left turn from the right most lane

#this was in my drafts from 2022 #enjoy i guess #mcu #tony stark

[wordslostforever]

Couples Therapy | Ch. 2

Ch. 2 "Reminiscent of our days"

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader

Summary: When your marriage with Wanda starts to fall apart, you both decide to have a last chance by going to a professional, for your son's sake, and your own.

Warnings: 16+! Established relationship, Fluff, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of self-harm (Not explicit), angst at the end, implied sex.

A/N: Some of the flashbacks aren't in chronological order, so apologies if there's any confusion. I hope you enjoy :)

Italian letter mean flashbacks

Ch.1 "Work with me"

Word count: 4.6k

“Tommy! Billy!” Screaming, your eyes remained on your watch for a few seconds before calling your sons again. “We are late, come on!”

Standing in the the porch, the sight of your children covered your eyes, of them running toward you with their backpacks and lunch boxes.

A smile covered your lips at the excitement held in their eyes when they saw you waiting for them. It saddened you knowing that the simple gesture of dropping them at school in the morning made them this happy. How the constant figths with your wife changed the whole rutine you once had. Natasha's house wasn't that close to let you get them and leave them at school before work.

“Go to the car, I need to speak to your mom.” You said softly as they arrived close to you, and Tommy nodded making his way towards your car, but Billy stayed still, a trouble expression on his face. “What’s up, buddy?”

“You ate breakfast with us, does that mean you are not leaving?”

"I'm not leaving." Respondily firm, you crouched down at his level. You smiled at reassuringly, patting his shoulder. "I will never leave you, nor your brother. Never. I'm your mom, and no matter what happens, I will always be there for you two, okay?"

"Okay, good." You saw Billy's smile grow and he hugged you briefly before stepping back with a sideways grin. "Tommy was scared, you know, not me, of course. I knew you wouldn't leave."

"Of course, buddy. Just ask anything, okay?, I'm here to tell you whatever you want to know." You stood up from your place and looked at him with a smile.

He was exactly like you, but Tommy, Tommy was completely like Wanda. "Now, go to the car with your brother. I'll be in a few."

He walked away to the car, and you turned to the door to find no other than your wife looking at you with a grin on her lips. Giving a step, your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her into you.

Wanda gave a little chuckle before meeting her hands around your neck. Closing the gap between you, letting her lips join with yours.

“I missed this.” She said as you pulled back, her hand fidgeting with the baby hairs on your neck.

“Me too.” You nodded, without stopping the silly smile that formed on your lips. “I’ll meet you at the consult at seven, after I finish my turn.”

“Oh, no, I think she is going to interview us alone this time.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, I have an appointment at six.”

“Uh, okay, that’s weird.” Wanda narrowed her eyes at the complain, but you raised your hands in surrender. “I’ll be there.”

You kissed her again before the honk of your car forced you to stop, both of you looking at the window of the car where Tommy signaled with his hand for you to hurry up.

“So impatient, just like someone I know.”

“Oh, yeah? I hope you love them.”

“Of course I do.” When another honk sounded, you chuckled leaving a last chaste kiss on your wife's lips. “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

******

“So, y/n, how did you two meet?” Your therapist asked as soon as you were comfortably sitting alone on the couch. She didn’t give you the time to ask why you were alone, but you didn’t complain, trying hard to make the whole thing work.

“It was at my best friend’s party. Although, it wasn’t really Natasha’s party, it was more like Tony’s... But- Well, whatever, it doesn’t matter”

You walked inside the tiny house where Natasha lived, hearing the music blast in your ears. You didn't know how many hours had passed since you arrived at the party, maybe two or three, but to be honest, you didn’t care anymore. The only thing that you cared about was leave this loud and crowded place to eat something.

You weren't a fan of parties, but you made the effort for Natasha and Steve. You kind of regreted it.

The house, you knew it by hand, after all Natasha was the owner, and you were always with her. Soon, you found yourself in the kitchen, smiling instantly when you saw the figure of a brunette roaming through the fridge. 

You giggled softly at her back, startling her. She closed the door of the fridge with a jump, before facing you.

“I’m not Natasha, but if you’re looking for food, knowing her, there’s no more than a bottle of ketchup in there with a few water bottles.”

“Yeah, there’s pretty much nothing.” She smiled at you, her gaze analyzing you before looking back at your eyes.“I’m Wanda, Wanda Maximoff.”

“Nice to meet you, Wanda.” You let go of her name, gently. “I’m Y/n Y/L/N, Natasha's best friend.”

“Oh, you’re her.”

“She talked about me?”

“No, Steve mentioned you, I am his best friend- Well, there’s Bucky too and Sam, but- yeah.” Wanda rambled the last words, before coming back to her senses and shaking her head. “I’m one his best friends”

“I see. Well, Wanda,” Saying, you let out a playful smile.“this party sucks and I’m leaving. Do you wanna come?”

“It’s your best friend’s party, tho?”

“So?” You chuckled at her confused expression. Playfully rolling your eyes, you fixed your jacket on your shoulders. “She’ll forgive me, besides, she also doesn’t want to be here. Tony is hosting the party, therefore, there’s no guilt to carry. So, are you coming?”

“I’m not coming with you, I don’t know you.”

“I don’t know you either.”

“What if you want to kidnap me?”

“What if you want to kidnap me?” You asked her with your eyebrows raised, your hand dramatically going to your chest, faking worry.

“But you invited me, how…?” She tilted her head, confused, and you looked up, thinking.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re pulling the reverse psychology or something… Uh, see, now you crept me out.“ You widened your eyes a little at your own answer before you walked beside her to the back door, but before you could walk any farther, you turned around. She followed your figure with her eyes, and with a flirty smile and a wink, you said a few last words before leaving. “Goditi la festa, bella. (Enjoy the party, beautiful)”

You walked out after that, to your car. But just a few steps away, Wanda’s voice stopped you.

“Wait, I’m coming.” You heard her say before she arrived at your side. You hand played with the keys of the car while a winning smile grew on your lips. “You speak italian?”

“No, I took it out of a movie.” It was the simple answer that made Wanda roll her eyes playfully, with an amused face. You chuckled at it, before raising your eyebrows with a smug smile. “Did it work?”

“You’re dumb,”She started saying, before finishing. “but, yes, it did.”

You made to the car a minute later, letting yourself open the passangers door for her.

“Do you like donuts?” You asked, shortly before she entered the car.

“Yeah.”

“You’ll love the place I found then.” When you excitedly clapped your hands together, startling Wanda again, she softly punched your shoulder. “After you, my lady.”

My lady.

“Did you know back then that you were going to feel these things for Y/n, Wanda?”

“At that moment? No, absolutely not.” Wanda settled comfortably on the couch, fixing her hair with her hands as the memories of the first day she met you passed through her mind. A stupid smile formed on her lips at the thought of you. “I thought she was going to be a good friend because she was nice and caring. I never thought that I'd fall in love.”

“Do you remember the first time you felt that way for her?”

“Oh, yes, I could never forget it.”

It was a sunny day, you and Wanda had decided to take the day at the beach after all your friends stood you up with the meeting they had planned a couple of days ago. Wanda was grateful for your proposal, and really appreciated it, but inside herself there was a small ache that didn't seem to go away.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked beside her and Wanda came back to her senses, peeling her gaze from the ocean to you and bit her tongue to avoid worrying you. "You know you can tell me anything... or ask for anything."

"I-I don't want to bother you with my problems." Wanda pursed her lips as a short laugh escaped your lips. Your head shook in denial and you took her hands with yours.

"I don't mind. It bothers me more to know that you're bottling your problems inside when you can talk to me about it." Wanda hesitated for a few seconds, her gaze dropped to your hands, then to your lips and stopped at your eyes with a sigh.

"Jackson cheated on me."

"He did what?" Wanda squeezed your hands a little, trying to calm your anger. You took a breath of air releasing the tension in your body before looking at Wanda fondly. "How did you find out?"

"He told me yesterday before we broke up." Wanda said, swallowing hard and you shook your head indignantly. "I think it's my fault. He told me I was too distracted and we barely spoke these days."

"So, what? Does he have the right to cheat on you? Hell no, don't be silly. He is the only one guilty here."

"But-"

"No."

"I just-"

"I said no. We are not doing this, you're not doing this." You said firmly, cutting her off immediately and with one hand caressed her cheek shortly. "You are going to listen to me very clearly, okay?"

"Okay."

"You are the most amazing woman I've ever met. You're wonderful, caring and loving." Wanda was silent, fixed on your gaze as you spoke confidently. "If he doesn't see that, it's his loss. You deserve much more than him because you are incredible, and you shouldn't let anyone make you feel less than that."

"How do you know I am?"

"Because I know you, and I can see clearly the person you are. You have made my days so much better by being there." You said before sighing and smiling encouragingly at her. "You are worth everything, and honestly, I don’t think anyone would deserve the woman you are. But if they do, they should make you feel like you own the world because you deserve that."

At that you turned around to look at the ocean, leaving Wanda to process what you said. Wanda stared at you for a couple of seconds, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

"Thank you."

"Anytime, Wanda, I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

When your arm went around her shoulders embracing her, Wanda leaned into you, absorbing your presence. And she paused, her eyes fixed on the sea in front of her with anxiety.

She was in love with you.

"She punched him the next day."

"She did?

"She really did" Wanda let out a small laugh with amusement at the memory of her asshole ex-boyfriend bleeding from his nose.

For me. She did it for me.

"Of course I punched him for her." You said lifting your shoulders without much significance. "He was a dick anyway."

"Yes, she told me you did."

"What did she tell you exactly?"

"Nothing much, it's just came up. Now, you, Y/n, do you remember the first time you felt that way for Wanda?"

"Yes, I remember it as if it was yesterday."

Green eyes lit up with the sun's rays, those green eyes that made your world turn upside down. 

Wanda leaned her back against the fence, looking at you with a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest. You sighed with your arms crossed, watching the scenery behind the brunette, and turning back to her eyes, stubbornly holding her gaze. You agreed to accompany her on a trip to the countryside, but now, you felt it had been a mistake. Wanda stubbornly looked at you, urging you to accept the ridiculous proposal she made, but you refused. You were not going to enter that forest that had a big sign warning you not to enter.

"Come on, are we really going to stay here forever?" Wanda asked, and you nodded giving her a thumbs up. Wanda denied, rolling her eyes in irritation. "Let's just jump it. We didn't come all this way to stand here like idiots."

"You want to jump and go?" You let out a laugh before shaking your head, biting your lip before Wanda's intense stare. "That's illegal, you know, trespassing. I'm not going to be a felon."

"Who's going to know? It's empty. Come on, it'll be fun!"

"No, I'm not going to." This time you stood up straighter, determined, but Wanda's mocking look made you raise your eyebrows in confusion.

"Okay then, don't call the police on me." You saw Wanda hop the fence and look at you for a second with a sideway grin. "Snitches end up in ditches."

"Don't joke… Wanda?" You snorted as soon as you saw Wanda walk towards the trees. When Wanda was a couple of meters away from you, you followed her, jumping over the fence and quickening your pace to get to where she was.

She didn't say anything, didn't even look at you when you got to her side, but you knew she had a winning smile on her face and that made you bite your cheek inside, holding back some comment that would make you feel less of an idiot.

You walked for a couple of minutes with Wanda in silence. You weren't sure how Wanda knew about that place, but once you reached the end of a ravine, and she turned around with a familiar smile, you furrowed your eyebrows.

"Are you going to push me down?" You said dumbly, widening your eyes in fake concern. "Did I annoy your ass too much? Is this the end for me?"

"You're so dumb." Wanda laughed at your puerility, before opening her hands in surprise and pointing her head down the ravine. "I found this with my brother a couple years ago, in high school, before we moved to college."

"Wait, you didn't tell me this was your childhood hometown." With a surprised smile, you raised your eyebrows playfully and held back a chuckle. "You're a country girl. Where are the boots and the hat?"

"You know, you are making me reconsider pushing you off the cliff."

"Oh, with your cowgirl boots?" You felt Wanda's punch on your arm, and raised your hands in surrender. "I'm joking, I'm joking. Why did you bring me here?"

"So you could jump."

"Oh my god, Wanda, you're supposed to hug me, not make me jump off a cliff." You said again teasing her, your voice showing surprise, watching as Wanda rolled her eyes in irritation with a smile, cutting off your stupid joke.

"There's a lake at the bottom, so you would be jumping into the water."

"Oh, that sounds nice, but what if I break my legs because the water isn't deep enough?"

"You know what, whatever." You saw Wanda roll her eyes, and you laughed in satisfaction. And before she could walk past you, you grabbed her waist, pulling her to you in a hug.

You felt her body tense, you weren't much of a hugger, but you needed it. You knew she had done all this for you, to get you out of your room and out of your cave of sadness by taking you on a little trip to cheer you up. It was one of those week, the bad ones.

Wanda stayed with you, every day, she was there for you, even in the moments you were a nightmare to be with. 

And right then and there, when you felt her arms wrap around your waist securely and her nose bury itself in your neck with a giggle that made your whole body shiver, you realized it wasn't just gratitude you felt for her.

You loved her. You loved her with your whole being.

***************

"How did it go?" Wanda asked you as soon as you left the office, her arm carrying her purse and her other hand firmly closing her jacket. "I found it very refreshing."

"You say refreshing as if it wasn't before. Are you saying we were boring?" You stopped for a second to look at her, a smile forming on your lips at the panic on Wanda's face.

"No, that's not what I meant." You walked towards her a little, Wanda shook her head and waved her hands downplaying her words. "I meant that it was nice to remember our life together before, that's all."

"I know what you meant." You said laughing a little, as your hands traveled to your wife's waist with agility, settling into her already familiar body. 

"You are playing with me."

"Yep, that's what it feels like when someone changes the meaning of your words." Wanda rolled her eyes, punching your shoulder gently before tilting her head. "Let's go home now, it's cold."

"Such a crybaby." At her teasing, you let go of her in false indignation, taking a couple of steps away from her towards your car. You heard her giggle behind you and a silly smile appeared on your lips.

Wanda arrived at your side a few seconds later, slowing your walk with her arm, grabbing your waist gently. Shortly after, you both reached the car, but before you could take a step towards the driver's seat, Wanda grabbed your shoulder with a sideways smile moving the keys on her hands. You rolled your eyes before opening the door of the passenger seat.

You were going to say something about it, a funny comment about how disastrous Wanda was at driving, but the look she gave you once she got in the car made you shut your mouth humorously. You put the radio on Wanda's favorite station out of instinct and smiled when Wanda started humming one of the songs playing.

That warmth you loved so much settled in your chest as you watched Wanda drive in concentration, the air around you both in the small car becoming comfortable and making you feel at home. At times like that, when you had the chance to admire and love your wife how you felt, it made you reconsider how you had come to think about divorcing her in the first place. 

You couldn't deny that Wanda was a sculpture carved by the delicate hands of the gods, made in their likeness, perfect and ethereal. The only Goddess that came to mind in comparison was Aphrodite, but no, Wanda was far above her.

"Stare is rude, you know?" 

You had barely realized that you were now at home, Wanda was watching you calmly, patiently. You settled back in your seat recognizing where you were and turning your gaze to her with a dumbfounded smile, embarrassed that you had lost track of time thinking about her. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" Wanda asked you, amused at your attitude. "You really lost yourself there. What got you so thoughtful?"

"You." You blurted out the word so casually that it made Wanda's eyes widen and her cheeks redden. You knew it had been quite some time since you complemented her out of the blue. "I was just thinking about how unreal you are."

"Unreal? As if I'm like a ghost, too empty?"

"Jeez, how did you get to that conclusion so fast?" You chuckled, watching her shrug, and grabbed her hand gently, bringing it to your lips and leaving a chaste kiss on her knuckles. "I meant unreal in the sense that you're too good to be true... That you're too perfect to be true."

Wanda's gaze softened at your words and she caressed your cheek lovingly. The position you were in was awkward, and you both knew it as you both tried to move in for a kiss, letting out a silly giggle as your lips met. Your heart raced at the silence and the only sound you heard was Wanda's soft breathing above your lips as you pulled apart. 

"You are perfect too, moya lyubov'" Your eyes were still closed, but you knew perfectly well that Wanda was watching you with her green eyes, her fingers following your jaw gently, trailing along your nose and ending on your lips. 

You opened your eyes meeting hers in a tense stare and gently gave her finger a short bite, before smiling mischievously. Wanda denied with a smile, biting her lip, taking in for a second the silent proposal you were giving her. 

"We are not having sex in the car, Y/n." Wanda pressed her lips to yours one last time, pressing a short kiss to your lips. She settled back into her seat, opening the door and giving you a playful look. "We have a perfect bed inside."

"You're too loud." You got out of the car with her, closing the door and looking at her with a smile from the other side. Wanda raised her eyebrows. "You'll wake up the kids."

"Oh, am I the loud one? I hope you don't hear yourself then." Wanda tilted her head to one side with a winning smile as you opened your mouth and closed it without a word, feeling your cheeks heat up. "I'm taking the car tomorrow, and I'm going to be late so you'll have to pick the kids from school."

"Oh, okay." You turned around the car getting to Wanda's side, and she looked at you, knowing you were too generous to ask the reason why. You bite the inside of your cheek, feeling the well known squeeze growing in your chest. Distrust.

"I have to buy some stuff after work," Wanda explained and you nodded, the strange feeling diminishing. Wanda's hand went to your shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, and before you could offer to join her, she cut you off almost as if she had read your mind. "Alone."

"Maybe we should buy another car." Wanda walked toward the front porch of the house, and you followed commenting.

"Why? We are fine with sharing the car." Wanda denied, and you sighed as you reached the front door. The keys jingled as Wanda pulled them out of her purse. "Besides, I really don't need the car that much. It'll be a waste of money." 

"Not really," You said, stopping Wanda in place as she pulled the keys away from the door to look at you with a raised eyebrow. "You need the car tomorrow, and I have to pick up the kids, but I don't have a car to do so. I'll have to pay for a cab, or ask someone else to-"

"You can ask Natasha."

"Yeah, but she won't always be there for this kind of thing."

"It's just this time, Y/n." Wanda said irritably, and you touched your neck trying to calm down at the familiar annoyed tone that crossed your ears. "We don't need to waste money on a car."

"We have the money to waste on a car." At that moment you noticed your wife's look change to one of anger, and you rolled your eyes impatiently.

"Of course we have." Wanda blurted out angrily and ironically turning to the door and unlocking it with the keys she had.

You laughed indignantly at her attitude, you knew perfectly well why she had been angry, why everything that had happened before would be blown away by this pitiful fight. You knew that Wanda hated it when you talked about the money you had earned from a project, a project that let you work with Tony Stark on a multi-million dollar invention. While you had both agreed to save the money for your children's future, there was still money to spare.

You walked in a few seconds after her, relaxing and putting on a smile. It wasn't late, but you knew Billy and Tommy were in their rooms when you walked in. Natasha sat alone on the couch watching TV.

Natasha gave you a knowing look, your argument with Wanda loud enough to be heard from inside the house. Wanda called your children, who ran downstairs to greet you.

Soon after, Natasha left after you thanked her for taking care of the twins, her hand had been placed on your shoulder encouragingly before she walked out the door, and it made you sigh.

Dinner was a great distraction from the trouble that was between you and Wanda. You listened to your kids' days intently, laughing when Tommy told you about throwing a juice box at a classmate for being annoying, only to scold him when Wanda gave you an accusing look. Billy, on the other hand, told you about his drama club and the plays they planned to perform.

You loved the family you had. You really did.

However, even your children couldn't minimize the tension once you were left alone in the kitchen when the twins went up to their rooms. Wanda dropped the dish towel once she finished drying the last dish and you took it, drying your hands after you finished washing the last glass and leaving it on the rack. 

The kitchen was locked in a suffocating tension that made your body stiff every muscle. Wanda leaned her hip on the countertop looking at you, and you returned her gaze relaxing your posture.

"Why do you do that?" Your voice was as soft as possible with the question, trying to appease Wanda's angry posture. She sighed, softening at your voice. "Why do you keep being so defensive about it? It's been months and I can't go back and change what I did."

"I know."

"Then why?"

"Because you left me. You left us, your kids." You shook your head at her words, in the pit of your stomach forming the discomfort you remembered gone. Distrust, jealousy.

"You don't get to do that. You don't get to say that after what you did too."

"That doesn't have to do anything with it." 

"It's got everything to do with it!" You blurted out abruptly, the words leaving your lips in a spiteful, indignant manner, and you clenched your fists trying to relax the anger in your chest. Wanda looked at you indifferently, unsurprised at your outburst of anger, and shook her head, dismissing your words. "Do you even feel bad about it?"

"Of course I do."

"It doesn't seem like it. At least have the decency to try and pretend you do, try at least, show you love me." The silence after your words grew between you, the tension making you shift uncomfortably in your place before Wanda's intense gaze.

Wanda didn't say anything, it was hard to know what she was thinking. Usually you knew exactly what it was, but the look she gave you was so indescribable, so complicated that you didn't know if it was possible to decipher. 

You waited a few seconds for her to answer, but the silence only grew more, and you turned away from looking at her, your back resting on the countertop. You closed your eyes, taking a breath of air listening to Wanda move and assumed she left.

What you didn't expect was to open your eyes and see her in front of you, her gaze steady on your eyes and when her hands touched your stomach under your shirt, you gasped feeling her body press you into the countertop hard. Her lips moved to yours, and her hands forced yours to her body.

"Show me I'm yours." The whisper on your lips ignited something in your body and you kissed her hard, flipping her over pressing her body now on the countertop.

This wasn't the first time it ended like this and you hated it.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #scarlet witch x reader #mcu fanfiction #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction

[dailyniallnews]

Interview with Niall Horan, ex frontman of One Direction

If the global success with One Direction is now far behind, the fortune that Niall Horan is enjoying as a solo artists is very current. His third album was just released. Emblematic title: The Show, and the show could not get better than this. Article by Leonardo Clausi

Precisely because this is the new age of anxiety (from the title of the poem by W. H. Auden The Age of Anxiety, 1947, and from Symphony n. 2 by Leonard Bernstein inspired by it, 1949), Public Health around the world should prescribe listening to Niall Horan. As anti-anxiety medicine, tonic for the psyche, emotionally restorative medicine. Really, who else in the modern soft rock world is as capable of tuning in for ten tracks on an equally balmy wavelength, without ever straying into drama or comedy, as Horan does on The Show, third album since he went solo after the dissolution of One Direction, the (boy)band who competed with the Beatles in music sales? Not even the much more wanted colleague Harry Styles, with his unapologetic Bowie-ism that annoyed Tony Visconti so much.

30-year-old Horan doesn't have the same ambitions. We could easily ask him to go and pick out our daughter from school because he is so.. fragrant? Since 2016 - without stopping except from when forced by the pandemic - he's been writing music and bringing it on tour. A constant motion of three albums, the feverish craftsmanship of a diligent entertainer devoted to the career that he was raised in thanks to the shortcut, sometimes a brutal one, with which talent shows have short-circuited the discography and industry of A&R (Artists and Repertoire). We intercept him as he drives, always busy as a bee. "I just came back from America yesterday. Today I am in Liverpool. It's constant travelling, I spend most of my time jetlagged". He is understandably satisfied with his latest discographic effort, which will become the center of the homonymous The Show Live on Tour, with the Italian stop on 21st March 2024 at the Mediolanum Forum in Milan: "I spent a lot of time writing and producing it during the pandemic and the year after. I’m happy, the response has been very, very interesting around the world". Not surprising, considering the melodic quality of the tracks, touched by the Californian light of the Laurel Canyon, with vocal harmonies reminiscent of the Beach Boys, and references to the Eagles and Fleetwood Mac. "I trusted that I could write a song. I knew I had the ability to do it. I just needed to trust that I could get a guitar, or sit at a piano, and something good would come out of it. It's out, but you never know. I need to keep my head down, work hard and see".

The 70s were his first introduction to music through records (or vinyls, as hipsters say), which were floating around the house; the real love however started "when I realised how lucky I was to have grown up with music that stayed with me to this day. My parents had a large album collection. I still listen to a lot of them now. When I’m in the studio I often use analogue mixing desks, it’s an important part of the sound I’m looking for". Speaking of the search for the 'organic' sound that digital audio is not able to embody all the way, what does he think of artificial intelligence, now that creators in the entertainment industry are taking the streets as well to protest against forcibly becoming obsolete? "Artificial intelligence can really do a lot, but it can’t give you that feeling that I call the human touch. It couldn’t write 'Hey Jude' or any other masterpiece. Humans will always have the upper hand".

Horan's Irishness is a prominent element of his personality, that proud affability that made his country a cultural superpower despite its size. And that was worth the warm reception of none other than the POTUS, who is also a descendent of the Celtic diaspora. "For how small the nation is, the relevance we have worldwide is amazing. Only five million inhabitants, and yet our culture of drinking, night life, musical or literary traditions are known everywhere. It's something I always keep in mind and want to show off as much as possible. And yes, I was invited at Washington to meet Joe Biden". Understandably, the fact excites him: "It was crazy that someone from a small town like mine (Mullingar, northwest of Ireland, ed.) ended up playing for the President of the United States at the White House. I still can't believe it". Not to mention the fact that, from a particularly bigot and conservative society that it once was, Ireland is now one of the most advanced and liberal ones of the West. "I'm not sure how it happened, but I am very proud of it. It was great to see it become one of the first countries to have gay marriage, for example. And I’m proud that it’s acting as a catalyst for change in other countries".

And does he know U2, this compatriot up and coming group? Would he collaborate with them? "Some of my all time favourite songs are by U2, their shows are some of the best I’ve ever been to. It would be great to do something with them if they ever ask". Coming from one of the best selling bands meant that there was a challenging precedent to compete with. But Niall Horan is doing great. It's impossible to refrain from asking about a 1D reunion. "It’s a busy time for everyone, so no, not that I know of. We keep in touch but everyone’s doing their own thing. Louis is touring in America, Liam is working on his music, Harry’s busy on the biggest world tour... In fact, if you hear about a reunion, please let me know".

#niall horan #article #icon magazine #19sep23

[stxar-pvnk]

I've been obessesed with Italian Peter and tony so here is ANOTHER prompt.

Tony and Peter arguing and Peter just gets so angry he starts yelling at Tony in italian

Peter: non sono un bambino, ok?! Sono un adolescente che sa prendersi cura di se stesso!

(I'm not a child, okay?! I'm a teenager who can take care of himself!)

Tony : NO! sei il mio bambino che non verrà gettato a 20 piedi da me in un fiume dove non puoi termoregolarti!

(NO! You're my baby who won't be thrown 20 feet away from me into a river where you can't thermoregulate!)

Peter: you think I'm your baby?

Tony: you can speak ITALIAN?!

#spiderman #tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spider son #iron man #mcu marvel avengers #irondad and spiderson #irondad things #irondad fic #iron dad #spiderman and irondad #we love irondad

[meidui]

steve loving the 21st century 🥺

he thinks it's awesome that if he suddenly decides he wants to see a picture of a groundhog, he can do that

laundry machines and dishwashers and air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter

folks have the rights he used to see their grandparents fight for

tony shows him some newfangled communication technology and steve goes "hey i told howard we should do something like this and he said the science wasn't there yet. i'm glad it is now."

tony mentions he has a business trip to shanghai and steve thinks it's awesome people can just go to china

so many things he was sick with can be managed or cured now and he's happy for the kids

people on the internet are very helpful with their tutorial videos, they teach everything from speaking italian to making pasta to swaddling a baby

sometimes he randomly updates his friends on the number of books he has in his kindle, he's impressed by how he can effectively bring a library with him anywhere and also he reads like nobody's business. there's so much literature he gets to catch up on

online shopping and next-day shipping and discreet packaging

he gets to try digital art

the FOOD! he could eat something different every day and not run out of new things to try. he's not a picky eater, the only thing he doesn't like is licorice because it feels weird in his mouth

THE MUSIC

he used to follow maps but now the maps follow HIM when he decides to take a different route, crazy stuff.

#steve rogers #* #text

[vneuns]

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲’𝐬

PAIRING — Shuri x black!reader

WORD COUNT — idfk <3

SUMMARY — Y/n and Shuri take a trip to New York for a slice of pizza

NOTE(S) — HI MY BABIESSSS!!! it’s been way too long, this is my first piece of writing in months so bare with me pretty please, this isn’t much but i wanted to write Shuri and this came to mind. because new york pizza is absolutely fucking amazing.

reader speaks a lil italian

“Why is it so cold?” Shuri complained as she stuffed her hands in the pockets of the coat you had leant her for the night being as that they didn’t need any in Wakanda. People hurried past the two of you eager to get out of the cold. Friday nights in the big apple what else could you expect. “Will you stop complaining where almost there,” You rolled your eyes as you hooked your arm through your girlfriends and put your hand in your pocket after doing so, so it wouldn’t freeze off.

You and Shuri had met when she’d went to practically kidnap your cousin from her dorm. You hadn’t seen her in a while and figured it was as good as a time as any and decided you’d go and visit your little cousin at her dorm, the same day your now girlfriend went to go and save her life.

“I don’t know what’s so good about this Pizza anyways, we have chefs from all over the world in Wakanda who could make the exact same thing, and better!” your eyes moved to the girl next to you before coming to a complete stop and turning towards the restaurant in front of you. There were people scattered all around at various tables, making conversation and enjoying their food. “Come on Princess,” a smile adorned your face as you dragged her into the family owned pizzeria and went to sit at your usual table in the corner.

Shuri looked around a bit confused as she sat down with furrowed eyebrows, taking off her jacket slowly and placing it on the empty side of the booth next to her. “I’ve watched enough American Television to know we’re suppose to wait to be seated.”

“You have Wakanda and I have Tony’s,” the second the name leaves your lips a man in about his late 50’s, in a white chefs coat exits the kitchen and makes a bee-line towards where you’re sitting. “Y/n!” He yells cheerily and engulfs you in a big hug. The two of you rock back and forth for a minute before Tony pulls away his hands going to your face. “You start seeing royalty and suddenly Tony’s spazzatura (garbage)!” Shuri sits quietly watching the interaction between the two of you, intrigued to say the least. Pulling away you shake your hand putting your hand out towards Shuri turning slightly towards her.

“Tony this is la mia principessa (my princess) Shuri. Shuri this is my uncle Tony.” The princesses eyebrows raise in question trying to find the resemblance between the two of you. “The term Uncle being used loosely, Tony would feed me when I was in my broke college student phase-“

“She came in here everyday with five dollars got herself a slice of plain cheese pizza and a cup of coke. She’d hog this exact table until closing.” A smile found its way onto your girlfriends face at the thought of you sitting in this exact spot a few years younger surrounded by books. “It is very nice to meet you, Tony” Tony looked over at you with a confused expression when Shuri stood up and offered him her hand to shake.

“What’s she doing?”

“She’s waiting for you to shake her hand,”

“Well I see that, but why?”

“Because it’s a sign of politeness and respect Tony.” Your elbow made contact with his side as you nudged him forward a bit. You stifled a laugh as you watched Tony take her hand and shake it as if it was a foreign thing, before ultimately pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her.

“Welcome to the family kid.” Tony told her as he pulled away giving her a pat on the back. You watched the interaction between two of your favorite people. “So what can I get you lovely ladies?”

“One large pie and two sprites please.” Tony nodded headed back in the direction of the kitchen as the two of you took your seat.

“A pie? I thought we came for pizza,” Shuri quizzed her head slightly titled like a puppy. “It’s a term we use for an entire six or eight slices of pizza.” The princess nods thanking the waiter when he comes back and places your cups of soda in front of you both.

“So tell me why again we had to fly all the way out to New york city to get pizza.” She leans forward taking a sip of the soda from her straw before pulling back immediately with a turnt up face. “What the hell is that!” You can’t help but laugh as you place a straw in your own cup and take a sip shaking your head softly.

“Soda!”

Shuri’s eyebrows furrow as she raises her top lip slightly. “Taste like battery acid.” After a few minutes of mindless conversation about what the princess has been working on in her lab, the pizza finally arrives and is sat on the table between the two of you.

“Are we suppose to eat all of this by ourselves?” You nod happily pulling a piece from the pie and taking a bite. Your eyes roll back and a moan leaves your lips. “I already don’t like it.” You place your pizza back on the plate a frown on your lips as you chew the rest of the pizza in your mouth.

“B-but you haven’t even tried it yet.”

“I should be the only one making you make noises like that.” Your eyes widen in surprise at your girlfriends bluntness and serious expression. “Just one bite.” your bottom lip hits out knowing your girlfriend could never resist.

“Fine.” Shuri rolls her eyes as she pulls the greasy slice off the tray and eyes it suspiciously. Her mouth opens slightly taking a small bite off the tip of the pizza. You watch as she keeps a stock expression as she eats the pizza; When she finishes she takes a sip of the sprite ‘battery acid’ and wipes her fingers on one of the napkins placed in front of her. “Well…”

“I think I’d enjoy a Tony’s in Wakanda.”

#lil bit of loreali gilmore humor for my girlies <3 #shuri x you #shuri x reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri #shuri x y/n #wakanda forever fanfiction #Shuri fanfic #wakanda forever x reader #wakanda forever x y/n #marvel x y/n #shuri fanfiction #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel x reader #black panther fanfic #black panther fanfiction