#I’m again so thankful for the words 🧎‍♀️ If I were to hug you I would (if you are comfortable with that of course 🫶)

[whereismyhat5678]

*waddles in the room*

Good luck with rino peppino

*waddles back out into the horizon*

(Also hat your art is like... STARING, with my EYES, take a break as well you draw so much, I always love peekypeeking at your content and I wish you the best heehehe)

I look up to you so much so hearing that makes me wanna cry, thank you so much 💗💗💗

🥹🫶

(In every way possible did that make me feel so happy, your art is amazing and I can’t fathom the kindness, I seriously can’t thank you enough 🙇‍♀️🙏🧎‍♀️🫶)

[grippingbeskar]

Hiiiii I read your last Frank Castle fic and if it’s okay I’d like to request a wee something with Frank being observant enough to realize Reader has neck issues and offering to give them a neck massage? You write for our Frank so well and I would really appreciate it thank you in advance 🖤

warnings: references to smut, swearing, reader had a long day at work and that does need a fuckin warning oky

a/n: girl you got the kitty purring with this one. bad neck/back pain girlies rise up. this was such a good request tysm. i legit wrote this in 1/2 hour so if there’s any mistakes forgive me 💞🧎‍♀️

You are finally home. It was one of those days that felt like it would never end. One after the other, problems stacked up that apparently, only you could solve. Walking through the threshold of your apartment, you felt the weight of having to take care of everything physically lift off your shoulders, knowing Frank was waiting for you.

He’s sprawled on the couch, one arm over the back while the rest of him takes up three quarters of the cushions. There’s a spot just under his outstretched arm that you’ve claimed as your own, and you can picture yourself crawling into it as soon as your bags drop off your shoulder and you slam the door shut behind you.

“You’re home late, baby.” Frank walks over to you slowly, and instead of replying you just reach out your arms. He takes the hint, burying you under a crushing hug, and all you want to do is stand here and drown in him. “Long day?”

“The fuckin’ longest.” Your words are muffled with the way your head is tucked under his chin, and he laughs lightly, running his fingers down your spine with a gentleness that makes you shiver.

“You want some food? I made some pasta; chucked yours in the fridge. I’ll heat it up for you.” You sigh and squeeze him tighter. This is what you were talking about. He just took care of shit— you didn’t even have to ask.

“I am… when I’m not so exhausted, you are going to get the best blowjob of your life.” This makes him laugh loudly, the sound echoing around you in a welcomed ring. He kisses you lightly on the forehead, and your arms reluctantly drop from his waist.

“Alright, baby. Get you somethin’ to eat first.” He hooks a finger under your chin to kiss you properly, and when your head tilts up, you wince. Just for a second, a hiss of breath and a shooting pain up the back of your neck, but Frank couldn’t miss it if he tried. “What was that?”

“What?” You tilt your head slightly, trying to stretch it out and lean up on your toes to chase his mouth. He wasn’t giving up that easily, moving out of your reach.

It had just been a long day. Looking down at computers, reading things off papers and screens— you hadn’t even realised you were sore yourself until he did that. Yeah, it hurt, but not enough to stop you from kissing him.

“Your back? Your neck? What is it?” His fingertips brush your jaw, lightly so as not to move you. When he eases the touch backwards under your ear, you flinch unwillingly. “Tell me what hurts, sweetheart.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just spent a long time looking down today. My necks just a bit sore— I’m fine.” His hand wraps gently around the back of your neck, fingers dancing their way down to where it meets your shoulders. His face is trained— eyebrows furrowed, looking at the way you hold your face straight on to avoid the now numbing pain running up and down.

“Sit down. I’ll work it for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Sit, and I’ll show you.” He’s already guiding you to the couch as he talks, taking your weight and lightly shoving you down onto the pillows.

“Oh, you’re gonna show me? Show me what, exactly?” You raise your eyebrows, and he shakes his head, doing his best to look disappointed rather than turned on. You shuffle forward and try to look up at him, tempt him, but you screw your eyes shut again when the pain snaps a cord in the right side of your neck. “Ow.”

“Lay back. Let me take care of you.” His voice is liquid honey, dripping down into your chest where it warms you inside out. Especially when he talks so low and soft, something he only does when you’re alone.

When he disappears from sight, he takes his time. The anticipation has you squirming in your chair, and by the time you feel the warmth of his large frame behind you, you’re about to start begging he does something; anything at this point.

“Tell me how it feels.” He murmurs warmly, the words brushing the shell of your ear. You didn’t hear him get that close, so when his hands suddenly creep up over your shoulders, thumbs lightly kneading the knot at the base of your neck, the moan you let out is a little more audible than you’d planned. “Feels good, yeah?”

“F-fuck. Yeah— shit, Frank.” He hums in response, fire igniting in your stomach at the way he easily relaxes you. His hands are so big and warm, it’s the perfect combination to work out your tired muscles until they have no choice but to fold to him like the rest of you has.

He’s never too harsh; starting with small circles with his thumbs, and as he works his way upward, he uses his other fingers to massage in long lines. You’re practically purring— back arching off the couch when his hands run up into your hair, and sinking back down when he retreats to your shoulders.

He doesn’t stop at your neck. Once your rolling it with ease, he presses on your shoulders. He’s a little harder with this, but it feels so fucking good the way he does it. His palms smooth you out in an even rhythm, and when he speaks again it takes you several moments to piece yourself back together.

“How you feelin’, baby? Need more?” He moves his hands up again, a gentle kiss following the path of his hands.

“Please. More, Frank.” You moan again and he laughs quietly, but obliges. He keeps running up and down your neck until your chin is tucked to your chest. When he notices, he lightly threads his fingers up into your scalp and pulls you back upright. He’s slow about it, watching for any sign of pain, but you manage to let yourself fall all the way back to where your head rests under his pretty face, which is smiling down from above you.

“Hi.” He says when your eyes finally flutter open. Shit, you didn’t even realise they were closed.

“Kiss me.” You beg, and he’s leaning down in an instant. It’s awkward and upside down but you are so hungry for it that you don’t care. Any taste of him is enough right now— anything to soothe the ache in your core at the feeling of his gentle, capable hands.

When he pulls away you whine, and he moves around the couch much quicker than before. He hauls you upright, arms wrapped tight around your lower back as he kisses you again, and you lean up into him with no pain at all. He pulls away to see your neck bent to look at him, and smiles.

“Feels better now, huh?” He says, smirking.

“Yeah. Who would of thought you were so good with your hands?” He scoffs and you laugh, hands cupping his face and kissing him quickly. “Thank-you. I feel so good. So much better.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He kisses you once more, and leaves you standing there as the buzzer for the microwave one’s off.

He’s already putting your dinner on a plate when you get the feeling to move your legs, and shit— just the image of him standing there. It’s what you think about all day, how fucking good he is to you. No matter how much you are relied upon anywhere else, when you come home to him, you know he’s always going to take care of you.

“You okay?” He says, and you smile, standing as close as possible to him behind the counter.

“I’ve never felt better.” You say, and mean it.

im scared of losing my last paragraph!!!

[sugarybitterness]

love persevering - wanda maximoff x maximoff!reader

word count; 3,024

warnings; angst. talks about death, grief and implied depression. cursing.. if i missed anything please let me know!

a/n; angsty..? comfort..?? idk tbh bdjdnd this was kinda painful to write but also really fun lmao i love writing for wanda 🧎‍♀️ also for some reason i feel like i should clarify this isn’t incest djdkdndja hope y’all enjoy !! feedback is always appreciated <3

“you know, when someone goes off the grid they kinda want nothing more to do with.. your people.” you narrowed your eyes slightly at the person in front of you, your gaze fixing on the SWORD logo on the jacket they were wearing. you did your best to ignore the presence outside your door but you really had to give her some sort of credit because damn was she persistent with her knocking.

“sorry, but it’s kind of an emergency.. i’m doctor darcy lewis by the way,” darcy stuck out her hand, a small smile on her lips. you sigh inwardly as you shook it before stepping aside to let her in.

“how did you even find me?” you questioned darcy as you led her to the kitchen. the doctor quietly studied the small apartment and noted the lack of decor, it was if you had just moved in yesterday.

“we have our ways.” darcy answered simply, as she settled into the chair you pulled out for her, folding her hands onto your kitchen counter. her eyes followed you as you grabbed two glasses and filled them up with some water, thanking you as you passed her one.

“so, what’s the “emergency” that compelled you to track me down? because as i said, i went off the grid for a reason.” you muttered as you took a sip. with natasha and tony gone, steve having lived his dream life, you didn’t see a reason to continue on as a hero of whatever sorts. now your powers were used for more mundane tasks such as building furniture or getting you snacks from your pantry while watching a movie.

honestly, you weren’t sure why you even let darcy in. maybe a part of you was starting to get tired of doing nothing, you went from having a reason to get up to having none within the span of a minute.

[the flashback]

“y/n? are you okay?” darcy’s concerned voice snapped you back to the present, finally registering the fact that you had started to cry. you hurriedly wiped your tears away as you turned around to finish the rest of your water, placing the glass down in the sink with a soft thud.

“so what is it exactly you want from me doctor?” you asked, thankful your voice was steady enough to not betray the negative emotions bubbling at the surface. you moved to face darcy again, your eyes staring straight into hers - the dull look in your eyes startling her. clearing her throat, darcy began to explain the situation. how wanda had somehow created a whole alternative universe which SWORD has called the hex, trapping a town full of people just to live out her dream life. you let out a small snort in amusement when darcy mentioned how it seemed like wanda was broadcasting her dream life as a sitcom. subconsciously, that was what solidified for you that SWORD didn’t just come up with this bullshit to try and rope you back. once darcy was finished with explaining what was happening, she continued on to share why she was there to find you in the first place.

“y/n, we believe that you can go into the hex safely using your powers. then maybe you know, try to talk her down? since you are her sister after all.” you sighed as you tear your gaze away from darcy’s inquisitive stare and allowed your thoughts to wander again.

the last time you had spoken to your sister was at the second and thankfully final battle against thanos. you found her in the aftermath of tony’s death, the two of you sharing a tight hug. in that moment, you were so tired that you had asked wanda to look into your mind, not having the energy to tell her what had happened over the last five years. you showed her the small wedding natasha and you had which elicited an excited gasp. as she pulls away from you with a look of shock on her face, it quickly turns to one of pain when you show her the memory of everyone returning except for natasha. your tears had started again and wanda merely wiped them away before pulling you close to her.

the next day, you woke up in a bed, tucked safely in wanda’s arms. you wanted to stay, you so desperately wanted to just soak in the warmth and love. but you knew you had to leave. the last thing you wanted was everyone fussing over you, treating you like someone who was broken even though they weren’t too far off. as gently as you could, you slowly slipped out of wanda’s hold, placing a soft kiss on her head as you left the room.

that was the last time you had seen wanda and you had actively avoided going back, even missing tony’s funeral. a change of numbers and plain begging with nick fury was enough for you to disappear. a part of you also knew that wanda could easily seek you out if she wanted to and you knew you could have done the same. you had assumed the large burst of magic you felt a couple weeks back was just wanda having exploded at training, not once suspecting something as large scale as what darcy had shared. you were beginning to regret leaving wanda alone, knowing all too well how suffocating loneliness could feel. you wondered if you showing up would do more harm than good, if seeing you would make wanda angrier if that was even possible? pinching the bridge of your nose with a sigh, you allowed the next few words to tumble out before you could regret it.

“alright then doctor lewis, take me to the hex.”

-

you stood there with a small frown on your face, staring at the wall that had just grew drastically in size. while you could feel the hum of wanda’s magic, there was something else bugging you about the hex. your thoughts were quickly broken when a huge truck drove towards where you, captain monica rambeau and agent jimmy woo were standing. after some quick explanation from monica, you turned your concentration back to the hex as they unloaded the vehicle monica had pulled some strings to get brought out here. instinctively, your feet took you closer to the hex and you allowed magic to encase your hand in a barrier before touching the “wall” in front of you. the hex was most definitely made out of wanda’s magic, but deep down inside the hex, you could feel a seemingly seperate magic source. did wanda rope in another enhanced to create the hex? you turned your attention to the side where monica was attempting to drive the vehicle through the shield but as you saw the telltale signs of the vehicle changing under the power of wanda’s magic, you quickly helped pull her out with your powers, a light blue aura surrounding the captain as you put her down on the ground gently. the hex pushed the car back and everyone stared at in a mix of awe and horror at the way it seemed to be split evenly in the middle, half of it high tech and the other half was an old car model.

before you could change your mind about seeing wanda, you created a barrier around yourself and reinforced it several times as you took a couple steps back before running straight into the hex using your powers to give you a bit more power to go through it easier. darcy had warned you about the magic of the hex, how it could mould whatever passed through it into whatever wanda wanted so you did your best to push away any tendrils of wanda’s magic that you could feel.

thankfully, you landed inside the hex without any issues. quickly reinforcing the barrier around yourself in case wanda’s magic decided to try and change you, you were about to go find wanda before you realised you didn’t even know where she was. before you could dwell on it any further the hex behind you started to ripple and you turned just in time to see monica push through hex unharmed. you looked at her in shock as you saw her eyes glow blue. after monica gathered her bearings she looked at you with a grin on her face before running off into the town and you quickly chased after her.

when the two of you reach what you assumed was wanda’s house, monica wasted no time in knocking on the door. when the door swung upon to reveal wanda, your eyes widened in shock when you saw her push monica into the sky with her magic, words flying out quickly and angrily. when the red pushed monica roughly onto the ground, she landed on the ground with a loud thud, the floor vibrating from the impact.

“wanda?” you called out before your sister could try to hurt monica any further. the redhead turned to you quickly, eyes widening in disbelief before it turned to.. anger? you were never good at reading your sister which was ironic since you could easily read everyone else. suddenly you were enveloped in red magic and yanked into the house door slamming shut as wanda stepped inside.

“let me read your mind.” wanda demanded angrily, her eyes glinting red. after the whole fiasco with pietro, the older sokovian wanted to make sure her sister in front of her was actually her sister and not some fake clone. you scoffed at her request, shaking your head stubbornly.

“and why should i do that? why should i let my guard down? so you can mould me into your ideal sister?” you sneered, your own eyes turning blue as you looked around the house. pictures of wanda and vision with two boys caught your attention and you felt your heart twist at the happy faces.

“yeah well my ideal sister wouldn’t have abandoned me.” wanda retorts, hurt and anger evident in her voice.

“what else could i do wanda? everyone and everything reminds me of her, i just needed to get away- to allow myself to grieve.”

“i could’ve helped you! can’t you see that i’m happy here? you could be happy too if you-“

“happy?” you interrupted wanda, a bitter laugh falling from your lips. “of course wanda, having my big sister bring my dead wife back to life will make me happy. undoing all the fucking work i’ve been forcing myself to do to be able to even get out of bed in the damn morning would be a great update to give my therapist eh?”

your eyes flashed a dangerous blue as you paced around the house angrily, the emotions you had been bottling up came crashing down full force and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“you know what hurts wanda? is that i can’t even be angry, because she saved the world! because if she hadn’t done what she did you wouldn’t even be here, half the world would still be gone. she sacrificed her life for the world and the rest? clint gets to live his fucking perfect farmhouse life with his family and steve got to live his own dream life with peggy. bruce and thor still have their souls..” you turned to face wanda, the older maximoff could feel herself freeze under your intense gaze.

“i couldn’t even say goodbye. she told me she’d see me in a minute but a minute became a lifetime and now i will never get to see her again. natasha deserved to have her happy ending more than anyone else- more than me. she worked her ass off for five years and no one seems to give a flying fuck. oh and did you know she had another family? all three of them got dusted and she should have been here to see her family come back. instead, i had to be the one to tell them that she was dead because the rest of the idiots didn’t even know they existed! the first time i properly meet nat’s family as her wife was to tell them that she was gone.” your tears were falling faster now as you felt the rage and pain consume you. you tore your gaze away from wanda and turned your back to her, arms wrapping around yourself tightly as if it was the only thing that could keep you together. wanda’s footsteps seemed to be loud in the silence of the house as she moved to stand in front of you, wrapping you tightly in a much needed hug. your hands snaked around her waist as you continued to sob.

“i’m sorry wan, i’m sorry for leaving and i’m sorry for not being here when you needed me.” you apologised through your tears, your grip on her shirt tightening.

“i’m sorry too y/n/n. i should’ve reached out and made sure you were okay.. but i didn’t.” wanda sighed as she moved to stroke your head gently. when she had woken up that morning alone, she had panicked, fearing the worst. then, she saw all your favourite items that you had left behind at the old tower were gone and she knew you had left. at first wanda was hurt that you had run away, but hurt soon turned to anger and she found herself resenting you for leaving her to deal with her grief on her own.

“wanda, you need to set westview free, you need to set yourself free.” you spoke quietly, head raising to meet your sister’s gaze. however, before wanda could reply her front door burst open to reveal a dark haired woman.

“agnes? is everything alright? are tommy and billy okay?” wanda asked worriedly as the two of you separated to face her. your eyes narrowed as you stared at the newcomer, something in your gut was screaming at you to run but before you could act upon your instinct, agnes snapped her fingers and the three of you were in a dark basement. a purple glow blinded you, unfamiliar magic grabbing at your subconscious as it tried to pull you under. what’s going on? you wondered as you tried to push her magic back but with no success. why isn’t my magic working? you tried your hardest to stay awake, vaguely hearing wanda scream your name before the darkness finally consumed you.

when you finally woke up, you saw wanda standing above you in a red leather outfit. wanda sighed in relief as she helped you sit up and she started to talk about the lady from before. how agnes was actually agatha harkness, an old witch who wanted to steal wanda’s magic. with one hand wrapped around wanda’s waist to steady yourself, you pressed a hand to your abdomen and thankfully it seemed like your powers had returned as your healing helped rid the last bit of the dark magic lingering in your system.

“what about vision? your kids?” you asked wanda, noting how she seemed to stiffen a little at your question. before you could apologise and retract it, she replied.

“because i created them with the hex.. when i closed the hex i lost them.” you could hear the heavy grief behind her words, she had created the hex to reunite with vision but now she had not just him, but her kids too.

what is grief if not love persevering, the words vision shared with the two of you all those years ago when you had lost pietro seemed to echo in your mind. love isn’t supposed to be like this, you thought bitterly as wanda and you exited the basement into the harsh light of the day.

if grief is what it to takes to persevere love even when it seems as if all hope is lost, you rather not love at all. the urge to run off again was real, to distance yourself from everyone so you would never have to feel love again and in turn never have to grieve someone else. but it seemed as if your thoughts were loud, loud enough for wanda to tighten to her grip on you before speaking.

“please don’t leave me again.” wanda pleaded, she kept losing her family, her loved ones. she was tired of the grief.

“well.. what now?” you asked wanda when you two stopped in the street, turning slightly to face your older sister- the scarlet witch is what agatha had called her. (apparently you were the sapphire witch but, that’s a story for another day)

“i have a place in a mind.” wanda replied, the hand that wasn’t around your waist moved to grasp your free one tightly. her eyes were begging you to follow her, to stay with her and you could feel your resolve crumbling. wanda needed you now more than ever, and if you were being honest, you needed her too. you missed your big sister.

“let’s go then.” you replied softly, moving to plant a small kiss on wanda’s forehead. with a flash of her magic, you were soon clothed in an outfit similar to wanda, just that it was dark royal blue. hoods appeared above both you heads before the two of you flew up and away from westview.

-

tucked away safely in a cottage in the middle of nowhere, you and wanda worked on repairing your relationship. the two of you learned about each other’s grief and now you had each other, meaning neither of you had to face grief alone again. love might come hand in hand with grief, for when you love someone fiercely, losing them will bring upon indescribable pain. but when you cuddled up to wanda at the end of the day, exchanging soft “i love you”s before falling asleep in the protective embrace of your older sister, you realised just how much you had missed love. so you decided that you weren’t going to let it go ever again, as grief wasn’t the only thing that can persevere love.