#Y/N Y/L/N

[nykie-love-anime]

Status

Y/N: - knocking on the door - Bucky: State your name, rank and intention Y/N: Y/N, your lovely girlfriend and I am here for some fun

Masterlist

[triplehmunson]

𝐏𝐎𝐕: Your husband Pedro gets mad at the interviewer because he said an inappropriate comment he made about a photo you posted in a bikini when the two of you went on your honeymoon to the Bahamas

P: Wtf?!?!?! What did you say?

[romanoffs-widow]

Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

[betzabobababi]

Incorrect quote #24

Tony and y/n making a salad

Tony: *looks at y/n then to the bowl*

Tony: y/n these cucumber halves are too big. You need to break them up.

Y/n: *takes the peices out*

Y/n: *sobs dramatically*

Y/n: *to the cucumbers* ITS NOT YOU ITS ME! *slams the knife down*

[aloneatpeace]

Steve: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Y/n: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Steve: ...

Steve: You mean ring bearER, right?

Y/n: ...

Steve: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

[smutwritersstuff]

disclaimer! everyone in this series is of age and yes the cannon events are a tad bit off, I don't feel comfortable writing about such strong subjects with minors. thank you for understanding. this series DOES contain heavy themes of emotional abuse, mentioning of anxiety disorder, mentioning of eating disorders, drug use, and a bunch of other really heavy topics... please DO NOT read if sensitive to these issues.

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⤷ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

S1, E1: "Pretend you love me."

y/n comes home after spending the summer with her mom in France, away from her brothers but Voldemort has some news for her… whether she likes it or not.

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The daughter of Voldemort was finally coming home after 3 months away from home. She had stayed with her mom in France, exploring the country from deep cities to forests and greenery... of course, nothing lasts forever.

Here she is, sitting in the car that her father had ordered for her to pick her up from the airport, questioning "What if I hadn't come back?"

"Almost there, Ms. Y/N." The driver peaked in the rearview mirror, glancing at her numb expression.

She replied with a simple "Thank you."

It did feel nice to get away from magical London for a bit... but magical France? That was a dream. She'd give anything to go back right now, anything to not face her father.

When she first told her father about the plan to go stay with her mother all through the summer, he got angry. Of course, he was angry... his only daughter trying to broaden her horizons to see that this isn't the only life she could lead... harming muggle-borns, exterminating muggles?

When she was young, y/n definitely would've said "Yeah, muggles are terrible." but now that she grew up, and interacted with a few muggles, she understood that people shouldn't be judged based on their blood status. Of course, she'd never admit any of this... she couldn't defile the family name as "blood-traitors" when her father was the Dark Lord, and her brothers were next in line to take over the Death Eaters...

The car had pulled into the driveway of the house, and the driver set the car in park. "We're here, Ms. Y/N."

Again, a simple and concise "Thank you." escaped her lips as she had gotten out of the car.

“Ah! Y/N! Welcome home.” your oldest brother, Tom, came to greet you at the door. He must’ve seen the car pulling up in the driveway and rushed to get you. “How was your mom’s?”

“It was beautiful, really…” she replied, holding her arms out in a hug which he quickly reciprocated. “Where’s dad?”

“He’s with Tom, they went to talk to the Malfoys.” Mattheo said, dropping the hug. “Do you need help with your bags?”

The driver was unloading the trunk of the car, the suitcases were being pulled out… and then all of the feelings she tried to escape sunk back into her head and body.

“That’d be great, thank you.” she said, looking down at the graveled driveway and then up to the large, dark house.

“Go on up to your room, I’ll take care of it.”

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You turned on the light switch, only to find your room was exactly the same as you left it, ink and an unfinished letter sitting on your desk. The black bedsheets with matching pillows and blankets, along with a stuffed animal you had gotten at your first year at Hogwarts. The clothes that haven’t been traveled with still in your wardrobe. Your private bathroom still as glamorous as you had left it, the curtains were tied back with a silver rope.

You were back home and that meant only one thing… school was starting soon.

The feelings all set in again, the expectations that your father has of you is too much. He expects you to step up and lead the army of Death Eaters when he becomes unable to… meaning if the boy who lived defeated him… to be honest, that’s what you wanted. As cruel as it is to say, you wish Harry would’ve just killed him already… your life would be much easier.

Barely even an hour home and you already want to go back to France, you missed your mom. From everything you’ve heard about her from your father, you expected her to be a vile, evil, self centered woman with a wicked heart… but she was nothing like he described.

You closed your eyes and laid down on your bed, bundling yourself up in the comfort of your blankets that still had remnants of your perfume. Feeling like a hopeless child, you muffled your sobs into the plush fabric of the blankets, tears hitting your pillowcase.

The life you were born into has all been planned for you… no one had ever asked you what you wanted. You wanted to be different but now it seems like you’re stuck in this predicament… stuck in the hell that your father trapped you in and your brothers were stuck right there with you.

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THANK YOU SM FOR READING!!! 🩶🩶 i kinda ditched this series for a bit bcs i’ve been in my dr so much trying to get everything I can and put it into a series! I love u all sm and please please please reblog & follow bcs i’m gonna start posting more regularly <33

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[braveclementine]

The True Main Character

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

🅿️💩 ѕ𝐓๏Ř𝐲 🛗 🈳

Heimdall sighed, watching it all come to an end. But there were still parts that he didn't like. He didn't want to lose Mai or Lan or Josh or Ahni. But what he needed was a way to interfere without interfering. 

"Heimdall?" 

He pulled out of the future for a moment to see who had approached him in the dome. He knew who it was, of course, without looking, but sometimes talking to people without acknowledging them first disoriented them. 

"My Queen." Heimdall bowed low as Queen Frigga came around to stand near him. He looked to the young baby in his arms. "Young Prince." 

Queen Frigga was smiling. "I was actually coming to you about him. He has reached the time where he needs a birthing ceremony." Here, her smile became more teasing, "I was hoping that you could give me a day for him." 

"Thor is to be the God of Thunder. Of war and agriculture and fertility." Heimdall said. "Next week, third day, there will be a huge storm. It is his birthright." 

Frigga smiled. "Thank you Heimdall. I apologize for interrupting whatever you were seeing." 

"It is not for another thousand and a half years. It is of no immediate threat." Heimdall replied easily. 

"Is it bad?" Frigga asked quietly and Heimdall noted her arms wrapping around Thor a little more protectively. 

"No. On the contrary, you will be very happy, and so will your son." Heimdall said, catching himself before he could say 'sons'. Loki would not come around for another four hundred years or so. 

"Wonderful." Frigga said with a smile, before leaving the dome. 

Heimdall turned his attention back to the threads of the future. He followed the one he had been following, coming back to the part where the Avengers went to free Penny and many of their- and his- lovers died. 

Part of him wondered if he should leave it as it was. They all very clearly were able to move on past the deaths, even if it took time. And there was still plenty of love to go around with the rest of them. Yet. . .

He knew that if he could save their lives, he needed to try. 

He looked into several different futures, but noticed a clear pattern: Every time Jay's life was saved along with them, Trang and Jay were always apart from the rest of the group. Heimdall knew it was important for Trang to stay a part of the group, not just for Stark, but for Trang herself and for their daughter Daisy. 

Heimdall sighed, pulling out of the threads. His head was throbbing, which wasn't a surprise. He normally didn't look so far into the future. In fact, he usually didn't look into the future at all. He would simply wait, gazing, and let the visions come to him. They always did. 

But he had gotten a strange glimpse into this future and he had followed it. And then, he had enjoyed the thread so much he had gone back and followed it every second of every day. Hence, the pounding pain in his head from so much concentration for so long.

"Heimdall?" A second voice came, but this one made his heart warm and he softened as he felt her hand slide up his arm. 

"Y/N." His voice rumbled and he closed his eyes for another moment, this time to just savor the moment. 

He knew that in the future, his love would lie with Elizabeth. But that wasn't for another thousand and a half years. And he loved Y/N immensely. She was his soulmate, at least on this life. 

Y/N was special. She died every one hundred years and come back as someone new. She always remembered her past lives, her past soulmates and loves. But her soulmates changed every time she was born. Her looks changed and sometimes even how she lived her life changed. 

At the moment, she was. . . what would the Midgardian term for it be. . . black? No, African American. Like Josh. Her skin was darker than Josh's though. Darker than T'Challa or Shuri or Okoye as well. Her black hair was shiny and came down to her shoulders. Her eyes were amber. She was slender and almost taller than him. 

He almost smiled, because he wondered why he hadn't just thought of her being the same colour as him- though a few shades darker. But perhaps that what he got for living in the future of Midgard instead of the present of Asgard. 

"How is work?" Y/N teased with a smile. He wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her. She was his soulmate for now, but with the next rebirth, she could become someone elses. He hadn't followed that future thread. He knew who she truly loved, and it wasn't him.

"I'm looking forwards to the future." He teased. "That happens in one thousand and a half or so years." 

Y/N fake pouted. "You mean there's nothing good in between now and then?" 

Heimdall smiled, gently bringing her lips to his. "Only one little thing." 

Y/N gasped, putting a hand against her heart as she pulled away. "Little?" 

Heimdall chuckled, sweeping her off her feet, pulling her to him completely. "Not so little." 

"Mmhmm." Y/N sighed, hugging him tightly. "So, what are the future plans of dinner?" 

"How about we go out to our garden and we drink wine and eat desserts all night?" Heimdall teased. 

"I love you." Y/N giggled. 

Heimdall kissed her again, even though he knew she was lying to him, he said, "I love you too." 

🍪🛌 𝐭เⓜ𝒆 Ⓢ𝕂𝒾ᑭ 🧸🈂️

Y/N was fast asleep, but Heimdall was not. He rarely slept. It was not in his nature. 

He went through the threads again. The solution was clear. For the Avengers to move forwards together, the others could survive, but Jay could not. 

Heimdall looked for that future and after many threads and many futures, found it. 

Elizabeth used her water waves, which swept Trang up out of the window and pushed Ahni and Mai out the door. She shot another strand of water to sweep Josh off of his feet, pushing him out the other side door. 

"LAN GO! FIND KATYA!" Elizabeth shouted and the bird soared upwards and through the skylight again, the knife missing it by less than an inch. 

"Jay-" Elizabeth tried, but bullets filled him before anything else could happen. 

"No!" Elizabeth fell beside him, trying to keep up a shield of water at the same time. 

Jay grabbed Elizabeths arm, his bloody fingers smearing his blood on her skin. "Tell. . . Trang. . . Stark is. . . okay. She. . . happy-" He died in Elizabeth's arms. 

Elizabeth's tears fell down her face quickly, but she stood back up, trying to get to the other agents that S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent with them. 

She fought against Magneto, before he shoved the trident through her chest. She gasped in pain and Heimdall exited there. He didn't want to see anymore. 

Instead, he continued on in the thread. The differences. Mai would also carry Visions child from that night and give birth to a little boy whom they would name Andres. Since Lan would survive as well, Katya would no longer name their boy Lan Jr., but rather, they would name him Long, after his grandfather. 

Josh would find his soulmate. . . which was Riri. Heimdall paused in the thread. Well, this was rather difficult. Riri was pertinent to keeping the spy under wraps until the right time. How to keep Josh from meeting Riri until the right time? 

However, Heimdall also realized that Josh meeting Riri would keep Riri from shooting Trang, since she would lose her feelings for Tony and would no longer feel the need for revenge. But how to keep Riri quiet about it until the right moment? 

Heimdall played with the strands of time. Letting Josh and Riri meet a month before it was to soon, a few days was to late. 

After watching hundreds of different scenarios, he finally saw the solution. He saw himself telling Josh that two weeks prior, he would go down to the lab and talk to Riri. At first, she would brush him off, but finally gave in and enjoyed the conversation. Josh would come back two more days, before finally touching her and the two would realize that they were soulmates. 

Entranced, Riri would forget about the spy and what would happen with the clones, until the day of. However, since Josh would be out of the tower, Riri would leave the tower to go looking for him- his phone having been left in the lab. 

This meant Trang would not be shot, Riri would not go to jail, and everything would continue like normal. 

Heimdall let out a noise of content that accidentally woke Y/N up. 

"Heimdall?" She asked sleepily, blinking open her amber eyes. 

"I'm sorry, my love." Heimdall murmured, laying down next to her, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled there, content. "I was thinking of the future." 

She giggled at that. "You're always thinking of the future. Come back to the present with me." 

"I'm here, my love." 

👻👍 ⓉⒾмⓔ 𝕤ᛕⓘＰ 💀 ☠️

Heimdall stood in his normal spot the following day, checking the set future. Every future was coloured, with distinct colorations to show which futures they were. When they were set in stone or inevitable because of time, they turned gold. When they were uncertain or if they were possibilities, they were threads of blue. 

The thread that he had of the future was the brightest gold that he had ever seen. He had shaped it, cultivated it, created it himself. Like a sculptor with a piece of marble. Chipping away at the imperfections until he had gotten it where it needed to be. 

Every little detail was set in place. Mai, Lan, Josh, and Ahni would be alive and well. Andres would be safe in Mais' womb. Josh being alive would not change the Avengers timeline of finding Sharon as the spy. All of their futures were assured. 

Heimdall knew that the future of this started with Elizabeth. But he didn't have control there, so he started with Penelope, the Avengers main soulmate. The story would start with Penny, because she was the catalyst. Rumlow being outed because of Penny. 

But the one he cared  most about was Elizabeth. And so as Penny got more and more situated with the Avengers, he focused more and more on Elizabeth. Assuring her safety and health. He knew the hardest time would be when she didn't remember him. 

But she would understand. She had been the same way, hadn't she? Unable to look at Bucky when he did not remember her. He knew already that she would not be mad at him. He still would have her love after her memories came back. 

He was tempted to check the future after she got her memories back. But, he also knew that there were two futures there. Both were equally gold in colour, meaning that either could happen with the slightest incident. He did not want to affect both, though he knew what the two roads were. 

One road was the Avengers being together. Forever. Completely. 

And one was where many of them pulled away. 

And it was all based on Elizabeth's choices. Which was why Heimdall would not look into the future. He would to easily influence her, one way or another. He would not be tempted. He would make sure that after her memories, whatever happened was her choice solely. And not one that anyone pushed her towards. 

He supposed the story of their lives would become more equal as he stopped looking into it. Would reorient itself back around the soulmate: Penny. That was fine. He had already assured Elizabeth would be okay. 

The sound of feet, skipping on the stones alerted him to the present. He pulled out of the strands of the future and turned to smile at his current soulmate. The one soulmate that he would have for his life, before she would die and become someone elses', leaving him alone until the others were born and old enough to form the Avengers. Even if, no matter who her soulmate was, she always returned to Loki. He supposed he was rude about saying she was lying when she said she loved him. She did love him. But she wasn't in love with him. Not like she would be with Loki and later. . . Paul would capture her heart for once. 

A simple Midgardian man would make her realize that she wanted her life to be over, so that she could die to be with him. And she would finally bear a daughter that she would name Eslanda. A daughter that would grow to be a beautiful woman. That would become one of the ten gems of the Avengers. 

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. "You were right." He murmured against her cheek. 

"Ooh, about what this time?" She teased, looking up at him. 

"I should live in the present more." He said, cupping her soft cheek. 

Penny, Elizabeth, Loki, Bucky. . . they were all a thousand and more years into the future. But he only had Y/N for a hundred. He would make the time count, make a thousand memories with her, so that when she moved on- as she always did and always would- he would have something to hold onto, for the future. 

[lanaroff]

Into the unknown.- Part 14

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Parent!Wanda Maximoff x Parent!Reader

Summary: Wanda being a softie.

Warning: fluff.

A/N: soooooo, I enterd the army to become a pilot and its been a journy full of emotions. I wanted to keep soing the thing i love most. writing about Wanda. so here it is. enjoy <3 -lana

*not my gif*

Everything was great. You had an amazing son who was getting bigger and bigger. The mother of your child felt the same way about you. Everyone was safe. Life was good. Except that it wasn’t, and it could never be if they were still out there. And just the mere thought of it was keeping you awake. You were now tossing in bed without being able to have an ounce of sleep. And this time your son was not to blame. Just you and your mind.

The thought of knowing that at any minute something or someone could take from you everything you once loved. Your family was in danger and all you wanted to do was run away with them and hide. So that maybe they will forget about you, and maybe the three of you could live a happy ever after. But let’s be honest, those things never happened to people like you. But is it wrong to wish it did?

Having enough of the endless tossing and turning you decided to go a grab some water. Maybe the cold feeling could make you feel better. Leaving the bedroom without making too much noise, so Wanda would not wake up, you made your way to the kitchen.

A couple of hours passed, and Wanda started to wake up. The absence of your body next to her started to worry her.

“Y/N? Baby?” Wanda asked into the darkness.

Upon not hearing you she stood from the bed and went to check if you were in the bathroom.

Nothing.

She then went to see if maybe Pietro had woken up and you were with him. But she only found a baby hugging his stuffed animal while sleeping.

The worst-case scenario filled her mind, something had happened to you. Maybe you left her because it had become too much for you. Or maybe someone had done something to you. Before her mind could keep overthinking, she heard the sound of someone sobbing on the balcony of the compound. And without thinking much she went to see who was it.

“Oh hey” You said wapping the tears that were left on your cheeks. “You should be in bed.”

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” Wanda said stepping to the balcony. Her eyes were searching for danger, for any sign that showed her what was going on. “Come on, let’s go to sleep.”

“I can’t.” You replied. Your voice came as a whisper. And for the first time since Wanda had found you on that balcony you looked at her. It wasn’t until then that Wanda could see what was happening. In your eyes she only saw fear, she didn’t know the reason, but she knew that you needed her.

So she did the only thing that she thought could help you. She hugged you. And in her arms you allowed yourself to cry. Because you were tired, so fucking tired. Tired of always having the feeling that at any moment the people that you loved could be taken away from you. Tired of pretending that you weren’t scared, terrified even.

“Talk to me, please honey.” The witch said while caressing your hair so lovingly that it made you feel safe.

“I keep having this nightmare where I am in a dark room. And I can’t see anything, but I can hear you and Pietro screaming for my help. And I try to reach you but I can’t. No matter how hard I try, is like I’m not strong enough. And they end up killing you. And it’s every night the same thing.” You said between tears and sobs. You were so frustrated that at this point there was no reason to hide it.

“Oh, sweetie. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How can I? Is not just the nightmares Wands. Is the constant feeling that I’m going to lose you and Pietro. And I can’t. I can’t lose my family.”

“I’m not going anywhere, not me, not Pietro. Did you hear me?” She asked while cupping your face. Her eyes showed so much love that it melt your heart. “Listen, you won’t get rid of us that easily. You and I are going to grow old together, we are going to have a big house full of our children and a cute dog. And everything will be alright because we will have each other.”

“You want to have more kids with me?” You asked her looking for any sign of regret in her eyes.

“Of course. I mean, I know we never talked about it. And Pietro was an unexpected thing. But I would love to have more kids with you. If that’s okay with you…” Wanda started to say. And it was clear to you that she was getting nervous by the way she kept talking.

“I would love to have a big family with you Wanda.” You said connecting your lips with hers.

"I want to show you something," Wanda said and gave you her hand for you to follow her inside. She then went to her purse and took some paper out of the inside of her bag.

"What's this honey?" You asked with a confused look on your face.

"I have been looking for houses for us to move to. I know we haven´t discussed anything yet, and I don't know If you want to quit the Avengers. But I was thinking that maybe we could move together?" She said with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

You didn't say anything. You just opened the papers and started to look at the different houses that were presented in the pamphlet. All the houses were beautiful, they were. But none of them seemed perfect. It was not until you saw the last one, one that seemed forgotten among the others.

"Oh, I was going to take that one away. It's on the countryside, and I know that you like the city, and I-"

"I love it. I want this one" You said. It was perfect. Pietro could grow up far away from any kind of danger. Wanda could have the big garden she always dreamed of. And you, well you could have pace. It was true, you loved the city. Buy you loved your family more, and that was all you needed and wanted.

"Really?!" Wanda asked with a childish smile on her face. You nodded and went straight to kiss and hug her. She was the love of your life, and nothing was going to take you away from her.

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[slytherinqueen123]

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n

“riddikulus!”

i share a glance with blaise and mattheo before we blurt out in perfect unison, “this class is ridiculous!”

i double over laughing at the face malfoy makes, a hideous composition of anger and spite, with a little inkling of sarcasm.

“ha ha, very funny, you three. shut up about it. it’s been three years, it’s not even funny.” he says, rolling his eyes.

mattheo starts. “well, you see mister malfoy-”

“-we can’t really stop now.” blaise finishes.

malfoy makes another face. i lean back in my chair and toss a pen in the air. it narrowly avoids clashing the light, which earns me a steely glare from professor flitwick.

“sorry sir, i’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again!” i call, before turning to the boys and scoffing. “more like i’ll make sure it does.”

mattheo gives me a look. “that’s ridiculous.”

“this class is ridiculous!” blaise and i yell again, both collapsing in hysterics as malfoy makes to whack us.

“what? your iconic now, dray, you can’t deny it!” i shriek, dodging another hand flying in my direction and taking the opportunity to pin him back with a solid punch to the arm. he rubs the site of his injury and gets up.

“stuff you idiots. i’ve got better people to talk to than three loose canons who bully innocent-”

“ferrets?” i finish. he glares at us and struts over to pansy and her gaggle of princesses.

i sigh and lean back.

“how long till he comes back this time?” mattheo asks, watching draco sky away from the crowd of girls clambering for his attention.

blaise takes a moment to think before we all lock eyes.

“literally an hour.”

“like, till tonight.”

“not very long.”

we all know he’ll be back in no time. after all, he’s our best mate. we’re best mates.

• • •

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n. honestly, i don’t know why it didn’t happen sooner.

we met when theo, draco and blaise where 7, and i was 6. fancy purebloods throw parties all the time, and it just so happened we where all there at once.

being the tiny only daughter of my father, and him thinking i’m a fragile princess, i’d been dumped in a random room a hallway away from the party.

i’d tried everything. break out, scream, cry, beg, plead and even jump a window, but to no avail. i’d given up. exhausted from my failed mission, i’d flopped on a couch and waited for someone, anyone, to let me out.

i was sick of my dress, i was sick of my hair, i was sick of my loneliness and i was about to kick that door down myself, find my father and fight him.

i was practically asleep. uncountable rounds of exhaustion, anger and energy had worn me out, and i was staring at the ceiling wondering if i could smash the chandelier and whether or not it would attract enough attention if i acted dead. until i heard the tell tale creaking of the oversized door trapping me in, opening.

i was up in a flash, barreling towards that door, ready to beat up whoever had taken so long to get me.

“WHY HAS IT TAKEN YOU SO LONG? I’M PRACTICALLY DECEAS-” i was cut off by a hand covering my mouth, shoving me back into the room and slamming the door shut. i was mad, but scared too.

who had grabbed me?

i followed the hands arm and was met with a pair of dark brown eyes staring back at me, glassy and nursing a bloody cut halfway up his nose.

“can you help me?” the boy in the suit said. i stared back at him, confused. “i-”

“merlin, mattheo, that’s y/l/n’s daughter!” another voice said, emerging from behind bloody nose boy. he had rich dark skin and a puff of tight black curls.

“are you his daughter, girl?” the next voice belonged to a boy with pale skin and platinum blonde curtains. all three where wearing suits, each without ties.

“yeah. i’m his daughter, y/n. who the hell are you? and why’d you trap me back in here, you douchebags!” i shrieked, realisation dawning that they’d gotten me stuck back in my opulent prison.

“mattheo riddle.” bloody nose boy offered, smiling slightly under a mess of curls.

“blaise zabini, miss y/n.” curly hair said, giving me a slight nod and bow.

“malfoy. draco malfoy.” ghost man added.

i grinned. “cool. y’all wanna be friends? i’m kinda lonely, and i’m only six. not gonna lie, you’s don’t look like you’ve got all that many friends either.”

blaise shrugged. “just my dads bosses employees kids. i don’t know what they do. there’s a lot of them though. i hate parkinson, though. she’s annoying.”

draco shoved him. “oi, leave her alone. she’s not that bad.”

“you only say that because you’re in love with her, malfoy. no one in their right mind likes pansy parkinson.” mattheo shivered and spat her name like a curse.

i laughed. blaise turned around from his little fight with malfoy.

“she’s pretty. and smart. she looks fun. you can be friends with me, if you want.” he stuck his hand out and i shook it.

“you seem gutsy, miss y/n. i’m down if you are.” mattheo added. i nodded and smiled. “course’ i am.”

we all turned to malfoy. he was trying to smooth his shirt and didn’t notice us all staring. “what?”

mattheo knocked him on the head, still holding his bloody nose. “do you even listen to anyone but your old dad? do you wanna be friends with y/n or not, dumby!”

he looks me up and down. i do the same. “deal.”

i grin. “cool. then we’re friends.”

blaise shakes his head. “not just friends.”

“oh yeah?” draco asks.

“naw. best friends.” mattheo finishes.

• • •

that’s how it’s been ever since.

a riddle, a malfoy, a zabini and a y/l/n.

and that’s how it’s gonna stay.

[thebacksofyourknees]

Is Y/N a separate person to anyone else? Like, she isn't me... She's her own person. Shes Y/N L/N! Not ME. Does that make sense? Her birth certificate says Y/N L/N okay- Ive been thinking about it... like do people ACTUALLY insert themselves into her position? I find it jarring because every self insert I've read, Y/N has acted ridiculous and doesn't do anything I would do. And I get that the author has to make Y/N fit thousands of people but sometimes I feel like they don't even try???? So for me Y/N L/N is her own person. A blank slate! And she slays.

[nykie-love-anime]

Sweet Baby

Y/N: - pointing a camera at Bucky - Y/N: There he is my sweet baby boy Bucky: - holding a cigarette and a beer - Bucky: What?

Masterlist

[triplehmunson]

𝙋𝙊𝙑: You and your husband Pedro have a video call since he is away filming the third season of "The Mandalorian" the two begin to tell each other how the week went and he tells you that he misses you very much and that he has not stopped thinking about you at all times, you were going to surprise him when he returned that you were pregnant, you wanted to give him a small advance but the director called him and unfortunately he had to end the call, but not before blowing you a kiss and telling you that he loves you with all his heart heart. 🥹🫶🏻

[romanoffs-widow]

"So, girlfriends?"

Summary: While having a friendly dinner, Wanda walks in on you and Nat having some fun.

Warnings ⚠️ : Mentions of kissing, partial nudity?

MEN DNI

A/N: I'm back! And with another fic I think you'll all enjoy :b

✨️

3rd person pov

Wanda Maximoff is your best friend in the whole universe. With the exception of your girlfriend Natasha Romanoff, of course. You love them both more than anything.

Which is why it stings when you see the way Nat looks at her. You can tell she has a big crush on her, which you admittedly also have on the brunette. But that doesn't mean you'd do anything, and hopefully, your girlfriend won't either. She is your best friend, after all.

Since you moved into your apartment together, you have caught Nat constantly checking Wanda out, as if she were you. You want to confront her about her obvious crush on her, but what if she notices the way you look at Wanda, too?

After considering all the scenarios in your head, you decide that the only way is to be in a throuple with them both. You've never tried it before, but you've also seen the way Wanda looks at Natasha. You try and see the way she looks at you, hoping she likes you too, but you just don't see it.

You told yourself if the opportunity ever does rise, you'll take them both, but for now, you'll stare at her from across the dinner table, like right now.

In the first month of living together, Tasha decided that you and your friends should have a (whenever possible) monthly dinner. Yelena and Kate sat together, you and Nat sat together too, and Wanda sat opposite you and Nat. Yelena was telling some story to Kate and Nat, and you and Wanda were just pretending to listen.

Wanda wore her black dress as you wore your green one, just like you and her coordinated your outfits to match. Natahsa wore her favourite velvet suit, Kate wore a red one, and Yelena wore a black dress.

You watched Wanda smile and blush as Nat said something toward her in the conversation they were having.

Y/n pov

God, she looks so gorgeous tonight. And with the rings on her hands- I'm definitely falling for her. I feel something rest on my thigh, and my breath hitches. I look down to see Nat's hand resting there. She looks at me, and I smile back as she continues talking to Wanda.

We all finished our food, which luckily Wanda helped us out with. She is the best cook I've ever known. Not being able to take it anymore, I take the plates out into the kitchen, and Nat follows behind me.

"You alright, maylsh? You've been acting strange all evening." I sigh. "Please, Nat, I can't take it anymore!" She cocks her head to the side, confused. I walk down the hall, my hand tight around her wrist. I open our bedroom door, close it, pin her up against it, and smash my lips hastily onto hers.

She chuckles at me. "Oh? So this is what you've been strange for? Couldn't wait another couple of hours, could you?" I shake my head aggressively "Baby you know we can't do it with those three out there. That's my sister!" Almost whining, I beg her to do it quickly. She soon caves at the sight of me.

We kiss for around 5 minutes, and suddenly, I see Wanda standing at our doorway, looking as if she stopped mid scentence. "Oh, sorry, I- um- we didn't know where you were since you weren't in the kitchen. I'll be going now."

She turns around to leave, but I get up and tap her shoulder. She spins around back to me, and the next thing I know, I end up kissing her. I hear Natasha gasp. As I pull away, I see a very red Wanda standing in front of me. I push her onto the bed next to Tasha and close the door.

Just as I sit on the bed, all of us now in our underwear and bras, I hear the familiar Russian accent coming from down the hall. "Where are you guys? If you don't hurry up, I'm going to start the movie without you three!" Natasha laughs as she grabs her suit from off the floor and starts putting it back on. As Natasha goes to leave, I give her a quick kiss on those swollen lips of hers.

Wanda looks at me with something new in her eyes. "How long have you liked me for Wands?" I ask, very curious to know the answer. "Since the first month, we were friends." She looks down sheepishly.

"Oh my poor baby, I'm sorry that I didn't notice it before. But Nat and I have liked you for quite some time, even if she hasn't talked about it, I'm 99% sure she does." She nods, helping me zip up my short dress.

She trails kisses up my neck, and I let out a groan as she sucks on the sweet spot of my neck. "Wanda, we can't right now, Nat is gonna kill us if she misses out on this." She sighs, hugging my waist from behind. "I know, I've just wanted to do that for so long. But now we've gotta act normal for Lena and Kate right?"

I look at her with apologetic eyes through the mirror. "It's okay y/n/n. They'd ask questions otherwise." I nod as I turn around to hug her. I hear my notifications go off.

My one and only 🫶🏻: hey baby. I told them that you felt a bit sick and Wanda is helping you out. Just bc they were asking questions xx

I texted her back with a quick okay and thank you before dragging Wanda out of the bedroom.

When we get to the couch, I see Nat sitting next to Lena, who's cuddling Kate, and a space for Wanda, and I.

1 hour later...

"Bye, guys! Thank you for coming! See you again next month!" You hear Nat shout out as you wake up cuddled into Wanda's side. You look up at her to see her still asleep. It makes you feel all gooey inside like it does when you look at Tasha.

You see the stunning redhead walk back in and you smile at her. "So..." you trail off, waiting for her to say something. "So." She sits back down on the other side of Wanda, cuddling into her other side, giving her forehead a quick kiss before putting her head into a comfortable position. "Earlier was...brilliant." I giggle.

"I've seen the looks you've given her for months. For a while, it hurt, knowing you liked my best friend, but then I realised that you never stopped looking at me like that either. For a while, I thought about what I could do about it, and I decided to just let it go. But then she caught us, and I was (and still am, by the way) desperate, and I knew we both liked her, so I just went for it...and here we are."

She nods gently, with a smile on her face. "Well, detka, if it's okay with you, I'd like Wanda to be our girlfriend?" I stop breathing for a second. "Of course it's okay, Tasha. As long as Wanda is happy, I'm happy." She takes my hand and holds it on top of Wanda's stomach. "Same here y/n/n."

"And here." I hear a croaky voice choke out. As if in sync, Tasha and I both look up at the same time to see Wanda rubbing her eyes with a very wide smile and lots of blush on her face. We both sit up to make Wands more comfortable. I kiss her cheek and Nat does the same. We all laugh uncontrollably.

"So, girlfriends?" We all look at each other with smiles on our faces "Girlfriends."

"That's great but I think you owe Wands and I some sex." Nat rolls her eyes and chuckles, putting us both on either hip and taking us to our room.

Let's just say not a single one of us could walk for a week after that...

[betzabobababi]

Through the Pain

Hey Hey! Before yall complain! You guys asked for this. You asked for Anakin x reader and flangst but I connected to this a bit more so this is what you get. I do not disappoint. I only ever disappoint my mum, NEVER my audience lmao. So I have exams this week and next week as well. I'm already dying but since I'm most likely going to be exhausted in all forms I doubt I'd be able to write after my exams. So I wrote this to help you guys hold out a bit more. This story is dark and angsty.  

The point of this story is sort of to show how abusers and victims feel while abusing or being abused. Reader is being abused by Anakin (read the warnings) When a victim of abuse tries to break free most of the time they are brutally punished. Anakin (abuser) manipulates his victim (reader) into thinking and believing that if she ever tries to leave him she’ll slowly die. If you or someone you know are being abused please reach out! Speak to someone (more information at the end)

Pairings: Anakin x  Fem!Reader

 Type: Dark angst

READ THE WARNINGS!

WARNINGS: Abuse - mentions Mental Physical verbal and emotional abuse- choking-mentions of being pregnant.

Summary: Real life can easily get confused with a fantasy. Especially when that fantasy almost always comes true. When anakin almost goes too far, you say something to stop his rage.

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This was all a dream. Soon, you’d wake up and you would be back in his arms laying on your bed. Wrapped in his warm welcoming embrace. You could practically feel his hands around you…..

Waking up from your fantasy you realize his hands are in fact around. That heat you felt, isnt coming from him, it's radiating from the floor below you. Snapping your eyes wide open, your brain becomes fuzzy, the lack of oxygen now forcing your body to fight against your opponent. 

Throwing your hands on his you dig your nails into his calloused hands. Lowly he says “Stop. Fighting.”  Your eyes begging to be let free. Mouth agape, trying it’s hardest to get air into your now burning lungs. With little to no air your speech was constricted. Trying your best to get a few convincing words out you open your mouth wider. “A-Ani…thi- this isn’t…this isn’t you.” You finally croak out, using most of the remaining air you had.  Eyesight speckled you could barely see him. But you could hear him. He growled lowly. “YOU LIED TO ME! You said you’d always love me, you'd stay by me. You TOLD ME- you told me I had your trust.”  His hands on your throat getting impossibly tighter he brings you over to the edge of the rock. Lifting your body up into the air as if you were something useless and weightless. He began to shake you over the lava. As if he was violently trying to show you that he would do it, he’d drop you. 

Eyes now completely screwed shut, you whimper, begging for air. Begging for a chance to redeem yourself. Your brain scrambling to find a way to convince him to put you down, you scream, “Anakin! I’m with child!” Suddenly the shaking stops. You’re brought onto the flat ground and your neck is released. You fight your body to try and adjust and breathe deep gulps of air. Somehow you survived Anakin's grueling punishment. His punishment was to show you that even though he loved you, his authority (thanks to the dark side) should Never be challenged. He was stronger, smarter, and more hot-tempered than you ever could and would be. 

Sure your relationship with Anakin was a little (more like a lot) toxic, with his constant threats to harm you if you ever tried something. His mental, emotional, verbal, and physical abuse was now something you were used to. But you would never leave. You were forced to accept him into your life and now if you were to be without him you’d cease to exist (meaning if Anakin didn’t kill you the pain of being without him would) He was burned into your mind, your heart, your life. So no matter how painful his punishments were you would never leave him. 

“You’re - We’re going to be parents?” He corrected himself. As he asks his face is expressionless and his voice is emotionless. Slowly you nod, not being able to read the meaning of his reaction. Your husband’s hands quickly go down to your belly. Now realizing he had been violently shaking the soon to be mother, putting both her and his future child at risk, he wraps his arms around you. Murmuring soft “I'm sorry's”. Once he had enveloped you into a hug you buried your face into the crook of his neck. Slowly he brings his hand to your chin and he raises it so you’re looking into his deep yellow eyes. Voice barely higher than a whispers he says, “I love you”

Acting as if his punishments never happened was the best and probably the only way to bring his rage down. So that's exactly what you’d do. This time was no different. Quickly recomposing yourself you let out an airy sigh, wincing as your throat begins to swell. “I love you too.” You respond sincerely. Returning your head back to the position on his neck, Anakin picks you up bridal style and carries you towards his ship. Setting you down in the passenger's seat you slowly doze off. Once you wake up you find yourself resting on your bed, covered in Anakin's warm embrace. You close your eyes once again leaving yourself in your ever growing fantasy.

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National Sexual Assault Hotline 1-800-656-4673

Stop it Now! 1-888-PREVENT

United States Elder Abuse Hotline 1-866-363-4276

National Child Abuse Hotline 1-800-4-A-CHILD (422-4453)

Child Abuse Hotline / Dept of Social Services 1-800-342-3720

Child Abuse National Hotline 1-800-25ABUSE

Children in immediate danger 1-800-THE-LOST

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Missing Children Help Center 1-800-872-5437

Family Violence Prevention Center 1-800-313-131

Suicide Hotline 1-800-SUICIDE (784-2433)

1-800-273-TALK (8255)

Suicide Prevention Hotline 1-800-827-7571

[aloneatpeace]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

The scarlet Phoenix is being that is powerful beyond any creature in Multivers. Scarlet Phoenix is rare nexu being capable of creating new life form and change the world in large scale as well as destroy it. Not only one but two empowered vibrant power source in one host, which make this being far more dangerous and superior than any life form. The scarlet witch and Phoenix force are two unfathomable force with unmatched powers .these two repal eachother making the co existing harder but with a powerful compatible host who can make these both co exist without creating destruction is what a scarlet phoenix .the phoenix force is the most feared being as it possess extinction level threat. this will intensify with power of scarlet witch who is the harbour of Chaos magic a being capable of spontaneous creation .the scarlet witch has no coven ,no need for incantation the power exceeds that of the sorcerers suprime .the scarlet witch ment to rule everything .

Telepathy , Telepathic defence, Telepathic cloak, Cloak mind , Telepathic illusion, Telepathic camouflage, Telepathic manipulation, Telekinesis, Telekinesis aura , Telekinesis sensitivity, Tactical Telekinesis , Temporal manipulation , Transmutation

Mind control, Mind possession, Mind Transferal , Mind link , Mental detection, Mental paralysis Matter mutation , Memory alliteration , Metal manipulation , Magic resistance,

Psychic sheild , Psychic blast ,Pyrokinesis , psionic energy manipulation ,psychic firebirds, phoenix force avatar , probability Alteration, Psychometry , Physical resistance , Personality alteration,

Astral projection, Atmokinesis, Interstellar travel cosmic , cosmic teleportation , Concussive force blast , Immortality, Dilate power, Durability , Resurrection, Reality warping Energy absorbation , Emotion manipulation , Existence mastery , Life force control .

Next chapter may take a while so be patient . Sence the readers power is released I thought this might help to understand more about who and what is the reader power is .

as shown in the previous info the change of eye colour will be based on the first info. I just thought adding this pictures would aesthetically pleasing so example the psonic blast could be any colour not just blue it's based readers emotions.

[bartyssimp-riley-16]

*A random person calling*

Y/n: hello?

R/p: I have your precious lieutenant

Soap: what?!

Y/n: Please don't hurt him!

R/p: I won't, for a ransom-

Y/n: I wasn't talking to you!

*Ghost chuckling in the background.