#wanda is just baybee

[inkblot-inc]

A Trip Around The Sun

Summary: From the RCD Universe; It's been a year since you and Wanda made things official, so who doesn't love a little anniversary somethin' somethin'?

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader

Warning(s): There's smut in this one so just to be sure: This is 18+ ONLY so MINORS DNI. Fingering (w receiving), oral sex (w recieving). The sex aside, this one's pretty sappy overall. I don't even think there's that much language in this one, bud.

Note(s): What better way to break in 2024 than with a little sweetness between two of my favorites? Granted this would have gone up yesterday had my power not gone out after coming home from my vacation, but ah well, we're here now. I hope y'all enjoy this one :3

Word Count: well into 2.7k baybee

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

Tonight was you and Wanda's one year anniversary and you wanted to leave with enough time to get home before Wanda and get changed for the plans you arranged tonight.

Wanda had been texting you as much as she could throughout the day in addition to packing your favorite for lunch. The texts had started out innocent and then got progressively heavier with innuendos later in the day. Needless to say, you were all but ready to finally see your girl.

You just finished cleaning up your station for the evening, making sure everything was powered off and in its proper place for when you come in the day after tomorrow. Before you walked out of the shop, you stopped in Logan's office as per usual. You walked in to see him going through papers. Inventory reports from what you were able to catch.

Logan looks up from his work, "Leaving early?"

You can't help the smile that blooms on your face as you answer. "Yeah, it's mine and Wanda's anniversary tonight. Wanted to take her out for the night, I even got reservations for seven."

Logan simply nods along with your explanation. "Where are you takin' her?"

There's a bit of hesitance in your voice as your eyes focus more on the older man's desk. "Carnivora Snow. She's never been, I don't think, But I think it'd be nice."

Logan doesn't respond for a good minute, before you wind up looking back at him. Logan sets down his paperwork. "Well, say hi for me, bub. And have a good night." His voice is just a little bit less gruff than usual.

Your smile is smaller but doesn't lose its warmth. "That's the plan."

After you leave Logan's office and close the door behind you, he just sits there for a second to have a moment to himself.

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It's 4:45 PM when you get home, and the first thing you do is go to shower and change clothes. You change into a black form-fitting suit; nothing egregious, but definitely formal enough to fit the occasion. You leave the top two buttons of your gray button-down shirt undone and wear a few silver rings to accessorize. You take your time to get the look just right since you're the first one home from work.

It's 5:30PM when Wanda gets in from work, your interaction is brief seeing as you both wanted to make it to your reservations on time. You mainly stuck to quick banter about your work days as you both finished getting ready to leave.

Wanda comes out of her personal room wearing a merlot red off-shoulder gown, with a silver piece of jewelry that mimics a tied neck for the dress. You realize that it disappears under said dress as well. Before your curiosity distracts you, you realize that it's 6:20PM and that you'll make your reservation with just enough time. After a brief deliberation, you opt to drive to the restaurant in Wanda's car rather than in your truck.

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Carnivora Snow is a Restaurant in New York that is well on its way to getting a Michelin star. With its reservation list almost always filled, you had to pull a few strings you hadn't used in a while to get seating for the two of you tonight, but it was more than worth it.

Both of you were having a wonderful time so far, with Wanda ordering Honey Garlic Salmon while you had the Chicken Kyiv this time around.

It was clear you both were enjoying yourselves, not just in terms of company, but food as well. Particularly when she noticed how quickly you were polishing your plate. "That good, huh?"

You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth before answering her, "I swear they snuck crack in this Chicken, Wands. The mashed potatoes are really good too,"

She smiled at your sheepish reply, "Do you mind if I try some?" You shook your head as you pushed your plate in Wanda's direction.

After cutting a piece of her own and trying it, she hummed in approval as her eyes lit up. "That's delicious,"

"Right? It's gotta be crack." Wanda laughed at the fake suspicion in your voice. Her food was quite good as well, but she made a note to herself to order this the next time she came here as she cut herself another piece. Wanda continued to laugh freely as you idly chatted over dinner and exchanged bites of the other's entrees.

You both split the cost when the check came, but you got up to go the restroom while you were waiting. You passed the Teppanyaki-style section of the restaurant on your way back, seeing two chefs in the front preparing food in front of other guests before you caught sight of another female chef in the back.

You met eyes with said chef before her eyes widened slightly. You see her talk to one of the other cooks before going through a side door to meeting you out on the floor.

The woman moved the blonde whisps peeking through her hat, surprise still settling into her features. "You're really here. Part of me thought you wouldn't show..."

You raised a brow with a teasing smile, "I contacted you, 'Lena"

She nods, more to herself than anything. "I know, it's just...been a minute you know?"

You completely understood, it's been a busy few months because of the holiday season after all. "Logan says hey, by the way."

Yelena's answering smile is more sincere, "Well 'hey' to the old man. Anyways, how have you been? You said you were bringing your lady friend here with you."

You grinned at the mere mention of Wanda. "I did I did, she's still at our table. I'll introduce you before we leave."

After a second, your bright smile turns into a somber one. "How is she?"

Yelena's smile also dims, "Busy. Quiet.... She usually throws herself into her work this time of year. There's all the events coming after the holidays for her to plan and plan."

You nod as you try not to think too hard on what you heard. It was around this time that year too... "Well, I'll see you in a minute, we'll be at the front to finish paying" You squeeze Yelena's shoulder with your hand before you turn to walk back to your table.

Yelena simply watches your back before going back to let her workers know she'd be gone for another ten minutes.

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Wanda is gathering her bag when you come back, "Are we all set to go?"

She stands up to meet you with the check in her hand. "Yes we are. Was there a line at the bathroom?"

You take Wanda's hand in yours as you both walk to the front of the restaurant "it was a bit of a line, yeah. but there's someone I want you to meet before we go."

By the time the both of you get to the register, Yelena is there waiting for you. You gesture towards the blonde, "'Lena, this is my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is my childhood friend, Yelena Belova. She also happens to own this establishment."

Yelena offers her hand to Wanda, who gladly takes it. "It's a pleasure to meet Y/n's instantly better half. They are very lucky to have you," she turns to you, "You are very lucky to have her,"

You roll your eyes at Yelena's teasing smirk as Wanda chuckles at her remark. "I don't need you to tell me that, I am highly aware."

Wanda rubs your arm in a overly soothing gesture, "We're both lucky, darling."

You lightly groan in fake irritation, "I regret this already." Both of them continue to joke at your expense, and you can't help but be relieved that they seemed to get along rather quickly.

After they exchanged phone numbers, you said your goodbyes actually getting a rare hug out of Yelena along with a promise to meet up again soon.

When You and Wanda left the restaurant, you give Wanda your suit jacket to avoid the brisk night air.

Wanda gratefully puts it on as you both make your way to her car. "Yelena seems really nice, honey. She reminds me of one of my work colleagues."

You open the car door for her before getting in yourself. "Yeah? She can be a bit much, but we're locked in like this," You crossed your fingers with one hand. "We met in middle school, so she's basically family anyway,"

"I bet the both of you were trouble together,"

"Eh, you'd win that bet," You chuckle to yourself as Wanda takes your free hand in her lap on the ride back home while you told recalled some of the things you got into (and sometimes paid for) with your oldest childhood friend.

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About halfway home, the energy in the car was different. As the troublemaker stories petered out, the more the both of you were focused on each other. The moment the two of you got back home from Carnivora Snow, the atmosphere was charged with intention.

The two of you were almost glued together as you made your way to the master bedroom. Wanda only separated from you long enough to go around the opposite side of the bed to undress, albeit slowly. You're admittedly less graceful while undressing in comparison to Wanda's slow striptease. Your impatience brought you around to Wanda's side of the bed just as she took off her shoes. You grasped at Wanda's borrowed jacket to feel more of her skin, and you watched it flush as your lips went from her face to her neck. The silky cloth could hardly compare.

"You look so beautiful tonight, doll," Your hands rest on Wanda's hips as her own reach up to unzip the back of her dress, and your eyes stay on hers in the full-length mirror across from the two of you as your lips stay level with her shoulder. "Y'know, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at dinner..."

Wanda's smirk held nothing but mischief as she turned to look at you briefly, "Is that right?"

Wanda got the zipper about halfway done before you took it upon yourself to pull it the rest of the way down, the material going slack on her body. "Mhm, but now I don't have to even try to keep my hands off of you."

Your eyes enjoyed everything about the view; Along with more exposed goosebumps, the body jewelry Wanda wore for tonight was fully visible, the fine silver innocently clasped around her neck draped over her chest and caressed just under her breasts. With Wanda's stiff peaks coming through the thin tassels, the piece flattered her figure more than you thought anything could.

You let the fabric pool on the floor and ran your hands under the jewels to knead Wanda's breasts. A sigh left Wanda's mouth as she leaned back onto your front. You took the opportunity to pinch her nipple, making her moan from the sudden sensation.

Wanda takes her other hand to turn your face to look at her. "I need more, detka."

You tweak Wanda's nipple harder, making her cry out before running your free hand down from her hip to her navel before going under Wanda's lacey underwear.

You lift your head to meet Wanda's ear, "Just relax for me, I'll make you feel good baby. Promise."

Your index and middle fingers gathered some of Wanda's slick before they made contact with her clit and started to massage the bundle of nerves. Wanda's moans began to mix with each other as she squirmed under your hold, her eyes fluttering shut.

You pressed lightly on Wanda's clit making her gasp and open her eyes again. "Ah ah, I want you to watch me, doll."

Wanda's eyes gazed at the two of you in the mirror as your fingers went further until they sunk into her fully, curling inside.

You pumped your fingers in and out of Wanda's wetness at a steady pace, making her arch into your hand in search of more friction. "Harder, please! I've been waiting for this all night,"

You can't help but oblige as you push your fingers to go deeper, even adding a third finger to stretch Wanda out more. "Yeah? this is what you wanted, baby?"

"Yes yes yes! Just like that! God, you feel so good," Wanda's voice borders on breathless as she becomes like putty in your hands, her eyes half-lidded as she keeps her eyes on the two of you.

You pull Wanda to sit down with you on the end of the bed on your lap, as you continue to fuck her with your fingers, your thumb rubbing her clit to bring her closer to her high. Wanda cries out as you start moving your fingers at a feverish pace while continuing to knead her breast with your other hand.

You put your lips to her ear again, "Are you gonna cum for me, doll?" Wanda nods her head rapidly before you pull your fingers out of her making her groan at the lost feeling.

You lift your hand covered with Wanda's slick for her to see, "Look at the mess you were making all over my hand, Wandy." She watches you as you bring the soaked digits to your mouth to suck them clean.

Before Wanda can completely lose her high though, you move her to lay down on the bed fully while you settle below her on your stomach. You snag a pillow to place under her waist for comfort. Wanda's legs settle on your shoulders as your mouth becomes level with her pussy. While your arms hook around Wanda's thighs, you keep a thumb pressed to her clit while you eat her out. It doesn't take her long to get right back to where she ached to be.

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" Your other hand holds her entrance open as your tongue chases her release with her. Wanda's hips spasm in your hold as you continue to help her through her orgasm.

You lift your head to look up at Wanda, hair long since falling out of the updo she carefully placed it in, the auburn tresses spread out on the sheets around her. You carefully move out from underneath Wanda to join her at the top of the bed.

Both of you finally took the time to catch your breath again, tremors continued to pulse through her still.

after laying down for a while, you untangled yourself from Wanda before sitting up. "I'm gonna get the shower going so the water can heat up, Alright?"

Wanda nodded with a lazy smile as you pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of the bed. She lightly grabbed your wrist, "I'm going to need you to carry to the bathroom though."

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With the two of you showered and dressed for bed, your hand rested on Wanda's thigh as Wanda pulled up I Love Lucy on the TV. With Wanda's head on your chest, her hand toying with the hem of your wife beater. It was a peaceful, lulling atmosphere as the two of you enjoyed your shared space.

"Y/n, sweetie," Wanda's eyes stay on the show, and you can hear Wanda swallow before she speaks up. "I wanted to ask if you'll come to Fashion Week with me."

You move your head to look at Wanda properly. New York Fashion Week was in a little over a week from now, and you were prepared to stay home again. Wanda puts very little of her private life in the public eye, preferring to keep the two separate. With how naturally nosy people are, it makes sense to want that boundary.

A small smile forming on your face as you rubbed one of her shoulders to soothe the nerves you could already feel cropping up. "You really want me to go?"

"Mhm, I want you there with me. I barely got through our phone calls without caving and having you come down last year. It scares me a little that I've gotten so attached to you in what feels like so little time. I just-... I feel better with you beside me."

You leaned down to gently press your lips to Wanda's. "I'll gladly go with you then, Wanda." Your lips caressed each other again before you separated with both of your heads still resting on each other.

A smile grew on Wanda's face to match your own. "Happy anniversary, Y/n."

Happy anniversary, Wanda."

#marvel #marvel one shots #rough cut diamonds #a trip around the sun #jeweler!wanda #skitch #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #metalworker!reader #jeweler!wanda maximoff x metalworker!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x yn #rcd.oneshots #jc inkworks #ink.wanda #ib-jc.

[redstarwriting]

Marvel!

oh OBVIOUSLY we're doing this one let's GOOOOOOO

The first character I first fell in love with: 

James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes, the Winter Soldier, White Wolf, the man the myth the legend

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

Nebula baybee, never thought it would happen but i'd do anything for her idk

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

i hate to say it i really do but... Miguel O'Hara, you are cut off baby get out of my sight

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

Captain Marvel, okay like i know the majority of people who dislike her dislike her because they're lowkey incels but Carol baby they could never make me hate you!! Shuri, Ms. Marvel, She-Hulk, all the women clowned on for not good reason are also included in this as well idc

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

Star-Lord, i don't dislike him necessarily but idk, just not feeling him anymore. at least not like i used to

The character I would totally smooch: 

too many to list but top three: Bucky, Pietro Maximoff, and Valkyrie (honorable mention: Yelena Belova)

The character I’d want to be like: 

LOKI. i wanna be Loki so bad. either him or Wanda!

The character I’d slap: 

Ego. annoying ass bitch. also Star Fox. i love harry styles but Star Fox can Star Fuck Off

A pairing that I love:

TONY AND PEPPER AND STAR-LORD AND GAMORA (we were robbed i tell you. ROBBED.)

A pairing that I despise:

it's not a canon pairing but the people shipping Shuri and Namor sent me into a tailspin like. Absolutely not. Also, not a big fan of the Black Widow and Hulk pairing, felt a little sloppy and like they felt like they needed romantic tension between two of the main Avengers idk

#redstarthinking #redreplies

[writteninscarlet]

WAKE UP (idk what the scenario is but Clint baybee) ;; @normaltothemax

send  “ WAKE UP ”  for my muse (receiver) to wake up in your muse’s (sender) arms! ;; accepting

She was okay, really. Tired and a little sore. Probably used more energy than she should have during the fight. But that wasn’t really something the witch thought of at the time. Hindsight was sort of a bitch. But though muscles ached, Wanda was essentially okay and with the ‘day saved’ there was time to relax.

Wanda had debated just going home, or following Tony back because there were things she wanted to discuss with him. But the pull to return with Clint was greater - because she was certain in her knowledge that she would simply be able to relax and enjoy herself. She was tired but she wasn’t dead on her feet just yet.

So back to his, that was just fine. She enjoyed his company. He was quick-witted and capable. He had his charms just as could be incredibly annoying. He’d also been with the Avengers since her own debut and outside of her brother, there was few who had known her as long or seen her through the majority of her highs and lows. So sitting back on his couch, she’d sat and joked with him. Ensured he ordered her vegetarian food, ready to take whatever jokes were hurled her way. It was pretty nice to relax just as Wanda for a change, rather than having to be the Scarlet Witch. And it was fun, she’d already laughed with him more than she had in a little while. It was exciting and fun, it was time just the two of them for a change. It was pretty impressive Clint could get her so comfortable.

So comfortable that okay, maybe she was more tired than she thought.

She had her business, the Emporium. She had her own jobs she took on. Family business. Avengers things like today. Maybe she was a little thin on the ground. And she’d… fallen asleep. It surely hadn’t even taken long. What a disappointment to sleep so soon. They didn’t get loads of time together. Wanda probably needed to make more effort. She MISSED Clint. She shouldn’t have just slept. Admittedly it was a great sleep. She was at a strange angle, but she was warm and comfortable. Safe.

When she woke up, there was a moment of confusion. A brief hesitation. She’d not realised she’d even fallen asleep until she was waking up - and last she remembered was making some really bad joke. And now she was waking up (after a few minutes? longer?!) in Clint’s arms. And she was actually really comfortable. The auburn haired witch didn’t want to move from being nestled at his side. It was hardly the biggest couch and sleeping on him couldn’t be comfortable for him, surely. But Wanda still didn’t want to move.

When she felt him stir, she gave a soft, amused grin, still leaning against him. A hand moved up to cover his eyes, as if not seeing would stop it being something bigger. It was just the two of them relaxing. Didn’t matter that this was as comfortable and relaxed as she’d been in ages. “Shhh, just pretend I’m still asleep for a little longer. I’m comfortable.”

#normaltothemax #ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic #normaltothemax ; clint #do I even know what this is? #nope. #but have wanda being very comfortable with clint. two hot messes

[moralsareathingofthepast]

since Wanda is only a year older than Peter, and everyone in this fandom has decided that every avenger is Peter's parent, I think it's the same with Wanda. like mama natasha in civil war teaching her to be a good spy! y'know? for example

(after a battle)

Wanda: *existing*

Natasha: sweetie, you did so good this time!! when we get back to the base ill teach you how to break more bones! although you do have your powers to do that.... anyways, I'll buy you coffee next Saturday after our meeting, it'll be fun! ill show you the best types of discrete gun holsters for everyday wear 🥰🥰🥰 just in case....... have you talked to Steve lately? he said he might start giving you harder missions. no pressure, no presure.

#mama natasha is the best #they're very sweet #feel free to add your own #natasha is just the first that comes to mind for me #wanda is just baybee #scarlett witch #natasha romanoff #marvel mcu #marvel #incorrect marvel quotes #domestic avengers #female avengers #avengers #mama natahsa seems more like a wine aunt to wanda the mor ei think about jt

[meggtheegg]

evan hansen, sam wilson, & wanda maximov?

ohh man this one's gonna get long so i'll put it under a read more :D

evan:

favorite thing about them

his sincere desire to make sure everyone is okay. half of his problems stem from that one need, but it's ultimately what makes him set things right, too.

least favorite thing about them

there are many obvious character flaws that i could point out, but the most overlooked one is that he goes off his fucking meds without telling anyone that shit is dangerous and should not be treated as anything but that.

favorite line

"dear evan hansen, today is going to be a good day and here's why. because today, no matter what else, today at least you're you. no hiding. no lying. just... you. and that's. that's enough. maybe someday, everything that happened will all feel like a distant memory. maybe someday no one will remember about the connor project. or me. maybe someday, some other kid is going to be standing here, staring out at the trees, feeling so...alone, wondering if maybe the world might look different from all the way up there. better. and maybe he'll start climbing, one branch at a time, and he'll keep going. even when it seems like he can't find another foothold. even when it feels... hopeless. like everything is telling him to let go. this time...maybe this time, he won't let go. he'll just hold on...and keep going. he'll keep going until he sees the sun."

brOTP

evan and zoe should be friends, and even if that's super unrealistic, i will still hold onto that

OTP

evan x going back on his gosh darn meds

nOTP

i've never really seen an evan ship that bothers me, actually

random headcanon

i've said it a million times and i will say it again, this kid has autism, and no one will ever convince me otherwise (side-eyes steven levenson and ben platt)

unpopular opinion

evan is neither a horrible kid or a smol uwu anxious bean. he's a mentally ill teenager, who should be treated with the nuance and understanding that deserves.

also, the kiss at the end of ywbf kills all the emotion and power of the song so quickly, why has it not been taken out yet

song i associate with them

kill the ghost - motherfolk

favorite picture of them

(i am so sorry, i had to share this picture with the world it makes me laugh every time)

sam:

favorite thing about them

what is there not to love about sam wilson, honestly? if i have to pick something, it's probably his adaptability. captain america trolling him on his morning run? okay, let's talk to him about his trauma. he and black widow show up at his door saying everyone's trying to kill them? let them in and make them breakfast, if they eat that kind of thing. being hunted by some masked assassin? time to bring a knife to a gunfight and win, i guess. the masked assassin is cap's best friend? well, time to drop everything and search the world for him and become an avenger. superheroes have to register with the government, now? well, guess it's time to become a fugitive and go on the run for a few years. cap is an old man, half the world has gone on without him for five years, and now he's supposed to be captain america? well, he'll hesitate to take up the mantle, but good for steve. the masked assassin that tried to kill him is part of his found family now? sure, whatever. invite him to the cookout. i think that literally nothing could surprise this man, by now, and he just keeps doing what he feels is right without even stopping to question it.

least favorite thing about them

honestly, i don't even know. some of the stuff he says to bucky feels uncharacteristically unsympathetic, in civil war and the beginning of tfatws, but also like,,,usually he's not wrong, he's just kind of blunt about it??? idk man i love sam wilson.

oh, and i guess the cowl on his cap suit looks kinda dumb and uncomfortable

favorite line

"the only power i have is that i believe we can do better."

that's sam summed up in one line, right there. he's a normal guy surrounded by superheroes and yet he holds his own and stands out because he's so sincere and dedicated and good that it doesn't even matter

brOTP

sam and steve. we should've gotten more of them hanging out, honestly. they were great together.

OTP

sambucky, baybee! for all the reasons i listed in my answer for bucky :)

nOTP

another one i can't think of anything for. i guess sam/tony, if anyone ships that???

random headcanon

sam was actually pretty quiet, as a kid. he kind of let sarah do the talking for him. it wasn't until they got older that he started becoming more talkative and developing his sense of humor

unpopular opinion

sam did make mistakes in tfatws. bucky wasn't the only one to screw up. that was what made their reconciliation so nice. yeah, bucky was being way more of an asshole about the shield than sam was about anything, but that doesn't mean he was perfect 100% of the time, and that's good. that's what makes him human and relatable.

song i associate with them

come on, there's no way i can't say trouble man, here.

favorite picture of them

wanda

favorite thing about them

her gentle kindness. especially in civil war, there's something so soft and genuine about her that's just immediately endearing.

least favorite thing about them

the way that closing scene in wandavision implied she still may become a villain, despite having that option and rejecting it at the cost of her family, earlier that same episode. it just felt...wrong.

favorite line

"i can't control their fear. only my own."

i probably quote this line way too often. it's just....chef's kiss

(honorable mention goes to: "I don't even know who you are." "You will.")

brOTP

i so wish agatha hadn't become a one-dimensional villain in the last episode, because their friendship, however fake, was really sweet.

but also her friendship with the rest of team cap, especially steve, was also really lovely and i wish we could've gotten more of that

OTP

🎶WANDAVISION, WA-WANDAVISION, WANDAVISION WA-WANDAVISION...WANDAVISION!!"🎶

nOTP

wanda/pietro....just...ew....

random headcanon

despite her love for the genre, the two sitcoms she could never watch were alf and gilligan's island. the themes of being trapped somewhere without your family, no matter how funny the circumstances, just hit too close to home.

unpopular opinion

they shouldn't have aged wanda up to match lizzie's actual age. i know it was never officially stated anywhere until wandavision, but in aou and civil war, she was heavily implied to be a teenager, and honestly, that would've made everything about her character both hit harder and make way more sense. she could have been in her late teens-early 20s by the time wandavision rolled around, but having her in her late 20s-early 30s just doesn't fit all the comments about her being a kid/going to high school/etc. making her younger would mean that her decision to join hydra was the misinformed decision of a traumatized teenager, rather than a grown woman, and could have tied into tfatws and karli, which could then expand into an actual examination of why young people are willing to go to such extremes to make change and that could have been really interesting.

song i associate with them

razzmatazz - i don't know how but they found me

favorite picture of them

#elle i adore you this was fun

[claireverything]

“this is chaos magic, Wanda”

I finally finished WandaVision the other day and this quote keeps playing in my head. 

This is chaos magic, Wanda.

Chaos magic. What is chaos magic? 

It’s the magic of the unknown. The magic of darkness. The magic of confusion. It’s the magic of the 12th house, and I feel it right now. I’ve been feeling extremely chaotic in December and today I can really feel what chaos magic is. 

Please if you’re a 12th house person and you haven’t seen WandaVision yet, please go watch it. I know I’m late but holy fuck. Holy fuck it was good. And I never expected it to speak directly to me like this. I never expected to feel seen in Wanda’s story somehow. 

[spoiler alert: stop reading if you haven’t seen it]

Wanda literally created an entire alternate dimension and forced people to enter into it through their feelings without lifting a finger. That whole situation was just birthed from her involuntarily. That is mad. MAD. That’s fucking feminine power bayBEE. That’s chaos magic.

Wanda’s story shows the danger of not knowing your own darkness. Not knowing your own shadow. This is why it’s so important to know thyself. If you don’t know your own pain - if you refuse to look at it - you can bring about literally the worst turmoil, destruction, and strife anyone has ever seen in your sleep.

I am deeply, deeply fascinated by the concept of chaos magic...

More to come later...

[crewhonk]

Em, baybee, how do you feel about bouncer!Steve with a soft spot for someone who doesn’t have the full cover charge?

Blurb Includes: nervous idiots, beefy hairy Steve, dog dad!Steve, Steve is fluffy, you’re the definition of Jenna marbles song ‘three looks’, you work on your birthday but soup makes things better :)

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“It’ll be twenty dollars each, ladies.” The old, gruff man said looking at you and your friends expectantly. He was a massive man, thick grey hair and tattoos up to his chin. You shifted on your feet nervously and offered him a shy smile. 

“We spent all of our cash earlier, would it be okay if we could only get ten?” You tried and the man raised one pierced eyebrow and crossed his arms. 

“Twenty or bust, Hon.” He said patiently. Your shoulders slumped, and you turned to go until a familiar voice sounded from behind you. 

“YN??” Steve Rogers poked around the corner. God, he was something else entirely, wasn’t he? Thick shoulders, long legs which went on forever. His face half covered with a thick beard and light sandy brown hair long enough to tuck behind his ears. 

A perfect reflection of his dog which you groomed once a month. 

“Steve!” You beamed, pre-drinks making you more confident than you usually were around him. Usually you were just the shy, giggly, kind groomer taking care of his big, blonde, scrappy mutt named Cap. However, tonight you were loud and confident and dressed to the nines instead of the usual black tee and dirty jeans. 

“How’s my favourite groomer, huh?” He smirked, waving down the other man who he seemed to dwarf. Your friends giggled loudly behind you as he walked towards you.

“She’s okay— hoping to get into your club if you’d let her?” You smiled cheekily, and if it weren’t for the dark lighting of the back alley you were all in everyone would be able to see the intense blush of both your cheeks. 

“You don’t have the cover charge?” He asked, playful glint never leaving his eyes. You fiddled with your short nails briefly, and cringed up at him. 

“We spent it on pre-game subs.” You said, barely over the music— thankfully he heard you and laughed at your words, sending a flash of heat through your body. It was then when your very tiny, very lightweight best friend Wanda Maximoff threw her arm over your shoulder. 

“And it’s her birthday tomorrow, we wanna show her a good night.” Wanda winked, and Steve’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

“Well, then. If it’s your birthday, who am I to say no?” He shrugged and stepped aside, nodding for you to enter. Your group cheered loudly and flooded past you into the bar, leaving you, Steve and Grey Haired Grump behind. 

“Thank you, Steve. This means a lot.” You smiled and touched the exposed skin of his bicep, not noticing the hair on his arm raise. 

“Anything for my favourite groomer.” He smiled sheepishly and ducked his head and you shoved his arms playfully. 

“Your only groomer.”

_____________________

Thank any and all Gods that you didn’t get too bad of hangovers, because if this dog didn’t shut up within the next three seconds you were sure you were going to smash your face against the metal table. It was one of your regular pomeranians— spoiled, bratty, all over unpleasant and untrained— his bark seemingly especially high pitched today. 

“Hey, darling! You have a visitor outside! Big beefy dude who I personally wouldn’t mind climbing like a tree.” Your favourite co-worker, Clint came up behind you, taking the dryer from your hands and wrinkling his nose down at the ankle biter. Everyone who worked here loved dogs, but this was the canine equivalent to Karen, and everyone knew it. 

“For me?” You blinked, furrowing your brows. Clint only nodded towards the door.

“I’ll take care of this little thing, you go.” Your shoulders sagged with relief, grateful for the opportunity to leave the screaming dog. You whipped your apron off and hung it by the door, wiping your damp hands on your jeans and slicking back the fly-away hairs which had escaped from your ponytail. 

You weren’t expecting it to be anything, but you really weren’t expecting your visitor to be Steve Rogers carrying a small gift bag in his hand—and, for the second time in your relationship, he was dogless.

“Steve!” You said, shocked and his head shot up. His eyes trailed up and down your body, and he blinked at you stupidly. “Steve?”

“I had things planned— I was practicing in the car, but I can’t remember.” He said, jutting the bag towards you. 

“Happy birthday.” He smiled pitifully and you blinked in shock. 

“What?”

“It is your birthday, right? Your friend didn’t just say that?” He asked, blush creeping up his neck at the idea of embarrassing himself. 

“No! It is! Yeah.” You stumbled over your words awkwardly. “You didn’t have to do this, I’m just your groomer.”

Steves head whipped up towards you and you stopped in your tracks. 

“You treat Cap like the queen she thinks she is and sometimes, seeing you is the highlight of our month. Didn’t realize until last night that that feeling wasn’t only when you’re in this building.” He tried, left eye crinkling with the impending embarrassment that came with shooting your shot. 

“I make you happy? You barely know me though?” You asked, face and neck hot and heart racing uncomfortably. 

“I would like to though. If you’d let me.” He mumbled, and you both stared at each other long enough that time seemed to disappear. 

“Yeah.” Your voice came out weak and far away, but the beaming smile that make the corners of his eyes crinkle happily and his whole person shine stole your breath away. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, clutching the bag tighter to your chest, and he nodded. 

“I have your card on my fridge. I’ll give you a call later tonight?” He asked, already beginning to back out of the door. You peaked behind him and saw that Cap was watching you both expectantly from the passenger side seat, wagging her tail hopefully. It took you a second to remember that you had put your mobile number under your work phone, and you nodded, flustered smile spreading across your cheeks. 

“I’ll be waiting.” You smiled and he nodded before walking from the store, an obvious skip in his step. You shook your head and walked behind the reception desk and dropping into the spinning chair. You sat there for a second before kicking off and spinning quickly, arms in the air excitedly before stopping and facing the bag. 

Inside, was a bottle of Advil, a full reusable water bottle, and a small take-out bowl of soup. On top was a small note.

‘i know soup always makes me feel better after a long night. steve :0)’

#bouncer!Steve rogers #bouncer!steve #Steve rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers fluff #steve rogers x you

[graedus]

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 💖💖

1. Secret, real Axelings only, not approved for general audiences, must be a level four friend or higher to unlock

2. Seventeen... Just a few more months left on that but it is what it is

3. Ides of March baybee! Julius Caesar met his fucking end!!

4. Pisces

5. Probably yellow or red

6. Hm... Maybe not lucky but... Holy... Divine... Important... 109

7. My two cats... I love my boys... I will always go back to them and they are beautiful forever in my eyes. My goodboys. I love them so much

8. Born and raised Southern Californian

9. 5′2″

10. I HAVE SUCH TINY FEET I’M A MEN’S 6 AND I HATE IT I don’t even really buy new shoes ever, I just buy the same pair of black Vans every time the pair I have wears down too much to be in use anymore

11. Sort of answered that above but other than that one pair I have a pair of boots I really like and I have a couple other kinds of shoe I never wear

12. I don’t know how to put it into words to be perfectly honest. I rarely can

13. Not to be conceited but I’m very talented and listing all the ways in which that’s true would take forever because I draw and paint and make music and act and just generally do way too many things but of all of that I think a really recognizable talent of mine is in writing and just creating stories. That’s usually what adults who have known me for 10+ years associate me with. I could use this to brag about how good at video games I am but I won’t (bows quietly)

14. Extremely so

15. God uh I can’t even list them but music is a huge part of why I’m still alive and it’s very dear to me... look on my special interests page or in my music tag but at this very exact moment I’m listening to a cover of Nobody Likes You When You’re Dead

16. Please don’t kill me for this but every time someone asks me what my favorite movie is my instinctual response is just to say Fight Club. But some others that are important to me for various reasons are Advent Children, The LEGO Movie, some others. I’m very picky about comedy but one of my absolute fucking favorite comedies is A Fish Called Wanda. I love the Matrix movies though, those and the Terminator movies (especially T2) are amazing and rare in that they’re some of the only movies I loved when I was a kid that I can still watch

17. To be real, my ideal someone special is just a boy who I can be deeply in love with who will deeply love me and communicate with me and who will be in my future. I don’t really ask for much more than that in the end but I love people who appreciate art and (to be vague) share certain experiences of life with me. In the end though you really do have to be worthy! That’s just the way it is! I’m not into casual dating you have to be ride or die to get with this bastard

#answered #lms #about #juwudas

[secrettreestuffidk]

there’s no i in team.... but there IS at least one in ISOLATION BAYBEE

Day 5

I’ve done a bad job with sleep schedule. It’s fine. But it’s bad.

Worked some. Tedious, tedious, tedious tasks can be done from home. I called it a day early and am so glad Im not even trying to work full time. Bitches get 20 hours of my life and they’ll be grateful.

Schooled some. Online classes haven’t started yet and I’m dreading it because I am already so tired. Discipline is hard, folks. I can have to wake up at 6 to be in class by 8 to pay attention while you talk and take notes. You expect me to be able to do that when I can’t see your disappointed face? Impossible. Petition for professors to upload a weekly selfie of them looking disappointed to keep students motivated. I don’t know how I’ll get by otherwise.

Cleaned room. Vacuuming is the worst. It’s so loud, and for what? For what? Clean floors? 

Finished peeling old pleather off a pair of otherwise cute boots. Gonna hit em with a thin layer of gray acrylic paint (soaks into the fabric and makes a solid base) and some silver glitter fabric paint. Did a bit of first layer of gray, but I’m nearly out. May have to brave a store soon. Thank you for your service, wallmart workers. May you unionize in these trying times.

Since then I’ve just been straight chillin. Googled side effects and chemical reactivity of lithium because I’m writing fanfic about fanfic in my head and I needed to figure out the most effective and least hazardous pathway from lead to gold and what byproduct would be easiest and safest to handle unprotected. I lean towards helium or hydrogen gas for their stability, simplicity, and general lack of extreme side effects if inhaled. I also determined that you would likely end up with an unstable isotope of gold, and I’m not sure about the half-life of Au-201 (or Au-205) or how dangerously radioactive it would be. Haven’t studied radioactivity enough yet. Of course, that’s assuming we leave the excess neutrons in place. We could also offload excess onto our helium or H2. Radioactive helium sounds like a nightmare. It’s too small to keep contained anywhere, so it doesn’t just go everywhere; granted, it could be fine as long as we aren’t alchemically converting factory amounts of lead to gold, and just, say, a mole or two. Say, two moles of lead into three moles of helium and two moles of gold. Approximately 12 or so grams worth of an unstable helium isotope spread out throughout the entire atmosphere might not be any more radioactively harmful than say, the solar radiation we deal with every day. However, calculating how many extra neutrons to place per atom of helium formed is tricky for sure. We need to move from atomic weight 207 to 196. Three of those units are going to be in protons, Wanda helium naturally likes 2 neutrons so 1&1/2 He atoms = 3+3 = 6. Down 6 and have 5 to go. Since were dealing with two moles to keep our numbers happy, that’s a total difference of 11 doubled to 22, and 3 atoms of helium with a total stable mass of 12, subtracting B from A leave section us with a remainder of 10, which we now have to divide into 3, per our 3 atoms of helium. Which can’t, technically, be done. In the end we’ve can create 2 moles of He-7 (with 3 extra neutrons) and one mole of He-8 (with four extra neutrons). It frustrates me to be unable to make a single, uniform byproduct, much less being stuck with such unstable ones as these. I would have preferred to start with a different element to convert to gold, and only considered lead due to longstanding tradition. In conclusion, the alchemical intents of the past were misguided, not in that elements could not, hypothetically, be transformed into others, but mainly in the specific specimens that they focused their efforts on. Perhaps a different starting reactant, or a different byproduct would yield non-radioactive results, but such speculation is beyond the scope of this study. Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#fmab #I’m taking chemistry classes and definitely making productive use of them #in case you couldn’t tell #slice of my pizza life

[inkblot-inc]

Cruisin' For A Bruisin'

Summary: The crew is on a much needed (and definitely deserved) vacation from hero-ing about. It's important to remember that you can plan out a trip, but you can't anticipate everything that happens on said trip.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader

[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: This is Part 1

Warning(s): This one's pretty wholesome for the most part, but I will say there are some descriptions of violence. Also strong language, but if you've been here long enough you know that-

Note(s): WELCOME TO ARC 2 BAYBEE! Jaws is back and I could not be any more excited to get back into this shit! As far as I can tell arc 2 is definitely gonna be longer than arc 1, but I hope y'all enjoy :3

Word Count: Skidding pass 2.9k

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit!

It'd been a little over a year since you'd joined the Avengers. There were certainly a few incidents here and there, the biggest being the dismantling of the Red Room which, incidentally, led to Natasha reuniting with her folks.

It was certainly one way to meet your girlfriend's family, that's for sure...

Things seemed to finally take time to settle, at least for a little while.

It was newly June and you along with Natasha, Wanda, and Vision were set to go on the cruise trip you'd booked around Christmas time last year.

---

"How were you able to swing two months off mission calls, babe?" You looked up from packing your suitcase at Natasha's voice, a small smirk growing on your face.

You made your way over to Natasha before wrapping your arms around her waist. "Well, I'm still not greenlit to go out in the field for a slew of reasons, Wanda's only put on for specific assignments, Vision's her plus one, and you have, what? Three years' worth of PTO? We're in the clear, Natty. The team will be fine for a month or two."

Natasha let out a hum of agreement before she brought you closer for a kiss. "That- and you harassed Tony to figure it out."

You raised a brow in mock confusion, "I thought that part was obvious." Your mouth pulled into a genuine gleaming smile as you got a laugh out of Natasha as she wrapped her own arms around your neck. "You're a menace."

"Is that meant to be a bad thing?" Your lips met in another kiss.

"Never a bad thing."

As the two of you finished packing, you met up with Wanda in the Common Room of the compound, where she was talking with Vision. The atmosphere was sullen with only one set of bags on the couch.

"What's goin' on? Did they not have SPF50 at the Walgreens?" You set yours and Natasha's bags down before going to get the keys to the Quinjet. "I'm sure we could find robo-sunscreen on the way, man."

Vision looked at the back of his hand for a good second. "I don't think I would need protection from the sun, seeing as my skin is-"

You came and wrapped your arm around the synthezoid's neck, jangling the jet keys by his ear. "Joking! Again. If anything, we'll just cook eggs on you when you overheat like a copper pan. We aren't gonna be on an air-conditioned boat the whole time you know." And just like that, the light atmosphere you'd created sunk back down as Wanda and Vision looked at each other. You looked between the two in clear confusion, "Alright, what's the deal?"

Vision eyed Wanda for a bit longer before turning to look at you and Natasha, who just came into the room. "I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany the three of you on this vacation. I will be remaining on call."

You tossed the Quinjet keys to Natasha as she came further into the room. "That's ridiculous, we all sent in time off notices weeks before now. How'd this even come about?"

Vision let out a sigh, "Captain Rogers came to me with concerns of being understaffed during the next few months with the search for HYDRA operatives still ongoing; With Dr. Banner still off-world, Mr. Barton indisposed with his with his family, and Mr. Stark only expected half of the time, it is rather easy for me to see Captain Rogers' point. Out of the four of us approved for time off, it was determined that I would be the one to stay behind in case of emergency."

---

You'd spent the cruise enjoying each stop between Hawaii and French Polynesia, and it's been anything but a normal experience with you around as the agent of chaos.

Wanda made sure to get plenty of pictures to cement the new memories. There's photos of you "hugging" a manta ray, Wanda and Natasha relaxing on the beach in Bora Bora, several pictures at dinner, and even one of all three of you having an absolute ball watching one of the night shows in Samoa.

Your most recent picture was a group one after you laid on a blowhole in Savai'i. You almost gave the nearby family of five a heart attack, but it was still fun to do.

The last two weeks have been a welcome break for the three of you. Despite some of your more "peculiar" ways of having fun, this has been a freeing and relaxing time. No missions, no threats; a true vacation.

Wanda was currently in her cabin across the hall from yours and Natasha's on her nightly call with Vision. Next time he had to come, Steve be damned. Wanda was a good sport about it when Vision was called in at the last minute, but you all wished he was here as well.

Natasha had taken to video calling with Yelena as well, though they weren't as frequent with her being on her own mission.

You had your own time to talk with Yelena that mainly consisted of her cosigning whatever fuckery you were up to on your vacation.

Part of it might be just to get a reaction out of Natasha.....Which she always did-

It was wonderful to see Natasha just unwound and be less serious, Yelena is one of those people that just pulls it out of her.

Their Relationship had noticeably improved since they were brought back together last year, after learning more about each other that they hadn't had the privilege to learn before, having been separated for their most formative years.

-----

You and Natasha sat on the secluded deck connected to your cabin. The open air was refreshing as you let Natasha lean back into your arms, watching the sunset on the water.

"I'll be honest and say that I can't choose between Tahiti or Savai'i,"

You placed your head on top of Natasha's. "It's always going to be Enoka for me. It was so long ago, but can remember the views on the island as clear as day." Your words were less clear, almost like you were talking through your teeth. "The white sand beaches occupied by damn near everyone in the mornings, green peaks covered in flowers, the quiet that surrounded the deep waters at night... Seeing the sun make everything above me glimmer while it was up high in the sky. Those small "nothing" memories are one of the few things I haven't lost to time... I just wish I had pictures to show it to you."

Natasha slowly rubbed your forearm that was across her stomach as she encouraged your rare moment of open vulnerability. "Well that's why we're doing this. Making new memories closer to home..."

You focused on the soothing gesture as you thought of those same flickering pictures taken through a toddling interpretation.

In the morning you, Natasha, and Wanda were going to part from the cruise ship and make your way to where Enoka would be via a smaller, personal yacht (paid for by you, modified by Tony, who was convinced to do so by Pepper).

There's nothing that could ruin this moment for you. With two of your favorite people by your side, you were going to visit what's no more than a watery lump of land that once was your home and put it to rest for good.

-----

After leaving the cruise ship, Wanda focused on directing the three of you through the smaller crowds of people walking in the opposite direction away from the docks. "What's this boat called again? Delilah?"

Natasha unfolded the small piece of paper in her hand to reread the messy script, "The Blue Delilah. It should be near the end of the pier."

You grasped one of their wrists in each hand, "It's just up ahead!" Both Wanda and Natasha cringed slightly as you just barely missed bulldozing a group of people on your way to the boat that turned out to be a custom Sunseeker 76 yacht.

before the three of you boarded the yacht, a brown-haired man wearing thin rectangular glasses came up to the three of you with a gleam in his eyes. Your eyes narrowed at the camera in his hand before he even started speaking. "I'm really sorry to bother the three of you, but you're Avengers, right?"

You just blankly stared at the man while Natasha, while also on guard, she was more cordial when she addressed the man. "We're not exactly on duty right now, but did you want something?"

Wanda noticed that there was a dark haired woman not too far behind him simply staring at the yacht before looking toward the three of you. The bespectacled man, who began perspiring the longer you stared him down, jumped to answer. "I just wanted to get a picture with you guys, my wife and I are really grateful that you all are around to protect us."

The three of you looked at each other. While all of you weren't keen on taking pictures, the couple seemed harmless enough, Wanda read as much from both of their thoughts. The man, Graydon, was both nervous and excited; worried that he'd come off as a creep that was bothering them. His wife, Tara, had a similar train of thought in not wanting to bother the three public. Tara's mind was notably much quieter than her husband's; presumably the result of a calming tactic.

Wanda mentally relayed this to both you and Natasha before the three of you finished wordlessly discussing the matter. With Natasha nodding, Wanda spoke to the couple. "One picture wouldn't hurt."

Graydon's face lit up as he gestured for his wife to come closer, essentially saying they were in the clear. Tara came to stand on the other side of Wanda while Graydon went to find a passerby to take the picture on his camera. After he showed a willing older man how to snap the photo, he stood on the right of Natasha with a rather dorky thumbs up.

You left your mask on, put you arms over Natasha's and Wanda's shoulders and squinted your eyes a bit to give the illusion of a more positive emotion on your face as the brief flash irritated your eyes.

After the picture was taken, Graydon rushed over to the volunteer cameraman to see how it came out. Tara turned to Wanda with a small smile as she exited her personal space after a small shaking of hands. " Thank you for indulging us, and it really is a pleasure to meet you, Misty Red."

Wanda watched the dark-haired woman walk away in confusion. "Misty Red? Who's that?" Natasha raised a single brow while all you did was laugh at Wanda's expense.

Natasha's confusion didn't last long with her own deduction skills. "Apparently that's what the people are calling you," a slow smirk made it's way to Natasha's lips as you were still laughing, "I mean, it does makes sense." The redhead was the first to turn and make her way toward the ramp of the yacht.

"I can't decide if they made you sound like a wrestler or a porn star! I just-" You broke another bout of laughter.

Wanda's eyes narrowed at your juvenile line of thought as she crossed her arms. "It isn't even that funny, Jaws. You're just milking it at this point,"

You took a second to recover from your laughter, "It's funny to me. You don't gotta get it cuz I think it's funny. There's no shame in what you do, Wandy."

Natasha rose her shoulders as she continued to make her way onto the boat. "That's just what happens when you let the public name you."

Wanda almost felt the need to defend her lack of an alias, "I didn't think it had to be very high on my list of priorities!"

You lightly pushed the brunette forward and up the ramp to The Blue Delilah. "Uh huh, get on the boat, Misty Red."

---

When You, Natasha, and Wanda all made it onto The Blue Delilah, a smaller inconspicuous boat pulled off behind it at the same time, noticing that the yacht had a discreet Stark Industries logo. Their plan isn't clear at the moment, but it is clear that they're tailing The Blue Delilah. They follow a long way behind, but have their own tracker placed on the ship so they don't lose the yacht.

The three of you were on the private yacht for about four days so far travelling to Enoka.

Note: All citizens of Enoka have the location of Enoka ingrained in their brains, so Jaws always knows where it is. This is a similar practice for the inhabitants of a certain other living island...

As you got closer to the island, it was clear that it's not completely submerged, but it definitely looks different to how you remember.

The goal now was to see if there were any inhabitants on the island that were still alive and who survived the flood over a decade ago.

You didn't voice it, but there was a new sense of anxiousness and hope that started brewing in you at the prospect of going home.

Maybe there actually was a "home" there left...

-----

About a day out from the Island, the engine to The Blue Delilah seemed to stutter, so you went to check it out and before you reach the engine room on the back pad, you noticed large ripples from something that dove back into the water.

Soon after you heard sounds of a struggle on the yacht and booked it back to where Wanda and Natasha were.

There were two attackers engaged in fighting with the two women, four were on the floor unconscious already. It's rather bold for a group of six, well seven.

Jaws grabbed the arm of the seventh attacker that tried to sneak up on them and threw them over their shoulder.

The attacker you were dealing with was a woman and she had armor that stood out a bit more than the others; she had less of it, toned brown skin shown through the large gaps between the armor pieces, and the shoulders were a bit more prickly and menacing in comparison.

'Definitely their leader.'

You raised an eyebrow at the sort of reptilian bone mask obscuring most of the woman's face. "What, were you too good for Bleach?"

You can see the woman visibly squint behind her mask before she grabs two daggers from their place on her hips, "I know fuckin' Kisame isn't talkin' about me, "

Your own eyes narrowed at her retort. 'Well fuck you, too.'

With both of you having been insulted by the other, the two of you rushed each other. The two of you were essentially going blow for blow for a while before you knocked the bone mask off of your attacker's face.

It revealed more dusky brown skin, a few scars on her face and a tattoo of some kind under her right eye. The woman turned to face you fully, wiping blood off the corner of her lip. "You might be one of the more skilled pirates I've come across. It's a shame I consider your life past tense already."

Suddenly, the woman then tackled you off the yacht, knocking your breathing apparatus off in the process, hoping to hold you down and drown you herself. Her daggers reaching to slice at your now exposed neck.

Putting her knife up to your neck, she then notices the gills on each side of it, which throws her off.

It's then, underwater, that she gets a good look at you before her eyes widen considerably, confusing you.

"Y/n, is that really you?"

There's that name, your name. Hardly anyone called you by your given name when you were little, and you hardly cared, but...

"Ys tath uyo, Y/n?"

Your own eyes widen at the familiar language coming from this woman's mouth. Only one person would really insist on using it back then...

"Sienna?"

And with that one word, the woman threw her daggers to the side leaving them to float in the water away from the two of you before tightly wrapping her arms around your neck. You hug her back just so.

After the two of you pulled away, she almost immediately slapped you with a new fire in her molten brown eyes.

"Agh shit! Did you grow talons?!" It wasn't hard enough to actually hurt, but you definitely felt the woman's nails drag across your face.

"Ehrwe ni eth FUCK veah uyo eneb?! Y thugoth uy' DDEA lla heste rayse!"

Sienna went to smack you again before you held both of her wrists in your hands to keep her at bay, your eyebrows furrowed. "Y itd'dn eyrall cieded ot velae, ni cesa uy' omowesh trogof!"

Sienna shook her head as she struggled to get free of your grip, her dark locs waving wildly in under the water. "Elt og of 'em! Y vat'ehn retnotfog shit!" Sienna then began to try and kick at you to let her go, so you brought her into another hug as she resisted.

Her attempts grew more and more feeble as the power behind her punches to your chest fizzled out. It was only then that you realized she was crying.

Sienna's voice was raw and heavy with emotion, "Ehrwe ddi uyo og?! Y odloke nad Y odloke nad Y odloke lla rove rof uyo..."

You let her sob into your chest as you held her, floating in the underwater quiet.

"Y'm ghrit ehre, sersit."

** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn't find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn't look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity's sake. I didn't think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.

Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #black widow #natasha romanoff #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #mutant!reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x yn #jaws au #jc inkworks #ink.nat #ib-jc.

[redstarwriting]

I... am so sorry y’all. I totally just dropped off the face of the earth, huh?

I think the main thing that happened (other than a pandemic and mental illness) is that with the lack of Marvel stuff coming out I latched onto other things and just lost the will to write. But guess what. I watched WandaVision and I’m watching The Falcon and thee Winter Soldier and let me tell you all I want is a hug from Buck, Sam, Wanda, and Pietro.

I’m gonna try to come back, albeit it may be a hot minute before I’m back back - I want to write for Marvel again. It may take me until after finals week, but yeah.

I’m back baybee.

#redstarthinking