#a room of your own

[mommyslittlebird]

Their Girl

WandaNat x Reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha invite you to a party where you meet their friends for the first time.

CW: Alcohol

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: Sorry, this took so long! This story has given me such bad writer's block over the past week. But I think it turned out cute, and I hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter 5 of A Room of Your Own

The end of the summer came quicker than you expected. It seemed like the semester had just begun when the leaves started to yellow and fall off the trees. Wanda was now insisting she drive you to school because your car didn’t have any heat, and, even in mid-September, the New Jersey mornings were getting nippy.

One afternoon, Wanda and Natasha mentioned a party they were attending. It would be hosted by the CEO of Stark Industries, Pepper Potts, for all the women who had a senior position with the company. The men, they explained, got a different party after an incident a few years back where Tony, her husband, got so drunk he almost blew up an entire gala. The men thought it was hilarious. Pepper and the rest of the women were less amused. You thought it was a bit of archaic practice, but you certainly weren’t going to complain about having a party with no men.

Apparently, it was an annual thing. Pepper had always said there were too few women in at least the senior positions of Stark Industries, so she worked hard to make sure it was a tight-knit community. The end of the summer pool party was, allegedly, a fan favorite. Wanda and Natasha both described it fondly. The pool was big, and Pepper always had an open bar. After swimming, the party continued inside with more drinks and some chill wind down time. Natasha said it was pretty much exactly as you’d imagine a sleepover where everyone is over the age of 30 and also rich.

You were unreasonably nervous to go, so much so you almost decided to stay home. You had never met Wanda and Natasha’s friends before, and you wanted so badly to impress them. You would certainly be the youngest person there by a wide margin. You weren’t necessarily ashamed of your age but meeting a group of women 15+ years older than you was a daunting task.

But when you saw the excited smiles on Wanda and Natasha’s faces at the prospect of introducing you to their friends, you couldn’t bring yourself to let them down. It didn’t hurt that they both looked stunning in their bathing suits, either.

Natasha wore a relatively plain black two piece under a translucent extra-large white t-shirt. That didn’t, however, keep her from looking absolutely breathtaking. The suit left little to the imagination, showing off her toned arms and stomach. The tape you had just applied to her shoulder that morning was fully displayed just above her bicep, despite the injury being mostly healed. You could see every muscle tensing and moving as she picked up everyone’s bags and carried them down to the car.

Wanda came down just behind her in a slightly more modest one-piece that wrapped up around her torso, leaving her sides on display. Her soft, pale skin poked out from underneath the wine fabric. You licked your lips subconsciously.

“Are you ready?” she asked, beaming from excitement. She was so caught up in her excitement, she didn’t even seem to notice the slight way your face reddened. You were grateful.

You swallowed anxiously but nodded. “Yeah.”

“Nervous?” She raised her eyebrows.

Of course, you couldn’t even hope to hide your nerves from her as well. You didn’t respond.

“Don’t be. They’re going to love you,” she reassured with a smile. She held out her hand, grabbing yours and leading you to the car.

Wanda’s excitement melted away your nerves rather quickly. She was practically skipping to the car, humming to herself. She seemed so light and carefree in a way that was infectious. You could tell even Natasha was surprised to see her wife in such a jovial mood, but it quickly spread to her as well. The three of you spent the entirety of the car ride singing what Wanda called “summertime songs,” but it really just seemed to be Fleetwood Mac’s greatest hits.

When you finally arrived at the Stark residence, you were in shock. It was most certainly the biggest house you’d ever seen by a pretty wide margin. In fact, it couldn’t really be described as a “house” at all. It was a giant, towering building in the middle of the city. When Natasha pulled up, a door opened to what appeared to be a private parking garage. You were shocked. You’d never seen anything like it.

Wanda opened the door to the backseat and helped you out of the car, resting her hand on your shoulder to reassure you as she ushered you into the house. You were first met by an older woman with blonde hair. You assumed it was Pepper. Wanda and Natasha both greeted her with a hug.

“And is this the Y/N I’ve heard so much about?” she asked, turning to you with her hand out for you to shake.

Wanda put both her hands on your shoulders, smiling from ear to ear while you shook her hand. “This is her!”

The way Wanda spoke of you took you off guard. It was almost like she was proud of just simply knowing you and having you in her life. She wanted her friends to know you. It wasn’t a phenomenon you were used to by any stretch. You would’ve thought the only exciting thing about you was that you knew them. But the way Wanda presented you implied she thought differently. It was as if she was saying “look at this beautiful, wonderful thing I found.”

You shook Pepper's hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Miss Potts.”

She chuckled. “Oh, please, just Pepper is fine.” She took a step back, addressing the three of you now. “Can I get you all anything to drink? Carol and Maria are already setting up downstairs by the pool. We’ve got an open bar down there. We’ve got pretty much anything you can think of.”

She led you, Wanda, and Natasha, down a hallway to an elevator. You were shocked to find that the pool you were meant to swim in was actually indoors. You thought that kind of defeated the purpose of having an “end of summer” celebration, as the pool would likely be available all year round, but at least it would be warm.

Intimidated by the other women in the room, you stuck close by Wanda, following so close behind her you accidentally made her trip on her flip flop. Thankfully, she noticed your nerves and took them in stride, putting her arm around your waist and leading you to the bar while she made conversation with Pepper. You were happy to stick silently by her side, watching her talk rather than being prompted to make conversation yourself.

You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as Pepper asked for your drink order. You were old enough to drink, but just barely. You had been to bars and ordered drinks, but you still weren’t exactly sure what you liked or how to order it.

Luckily, Wanda seemed to pick up on your struggle rather quickly. “Do you like the taste of alcohol, or would you prefer something fruity to cover it? Like a juice.”

“Juice, I think,” you answered.

“What kind of liquor do you want? Vodka? Tequila? Gin?”

You shrugged. You really had no idea what you wanted.

“How do you feel about starbursts?” Pepper chimed in, stepping behind the bar. “I’ve got a drink that tastes just like them.”

“O-okay,” you nodded.

She quickly mixed up a sparkling pink liquid, pouring it into a cocktail glass and sliding it to you across the bar. “See if you like that.”

You took a sip. It was delicious, tasting of strawberries and lemonade without even a hint of alcohol. You smiled and nodded. “This is perfect. Thank you, miss- I mean Pepper.”

Wanda gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and shot Pepper a wink that you didn’t see.

“A rum and coke for Nat?” Pepper asked, not even waiting for a response before popping open a can of coke.

“Mhm,” Wanda nodded. Pepper slid the small glass across the bar after stirring it with a long metal spoon. Wanda handed it to you, pointing to where Natasha was standing with two other women across the room. “Would you bring that to Tasha, love?”

You nodded, striding carefully across the room, trying not to spill either of the drinks.

Pepper leaned over the bar, resting on her elbows. “She’s a mama’s girl,” she teased, smirking at Wanda.

Wanda turned around and playfully punched her arm. “Shhh. Shut up.”

Across the room, you handed Natasha her drink. She smiled. “Thank you, y/n.” She took a long sip of the dark liquid before realizing she hadn’t introduced you. Carol and Maria already knew about you, but you didn’t have a clue who they were. “Y/n, meet Carol and Maria.” She gestured at both of them respectively. “Carol and Maria, meet y/n.”

Carol reached out to shake your hand and you all three whispered awkward “nice to meet you”s.

Natasha smiled devilishly, gently taking your drink from you and setting it next to hers on a table. “Where’s your phone?” she asked randomly.

“In Wanda’s bag. Why?” you asked, confused.

Before you could even process what was happening, she ran towards you and picked you up in a fireman carry before jumping into the pool.

You squealed just before you hit the water. She quickly resurfaced with you in her arms, carrying you bridal style. “We did verify that you can swim, right?”

You laughed. It was a little late to be asking that question. “That’s a hell of a thing to ask me now, but yes, I can swim.”

She took your response as permission to flip you backwards, throwing your legs over your head. You straightened out under the water, torpedoing off the bottom of the pool to grab her by the ankles and pull her down. The two of you wrestled in a frenzy before you both swam to the shallow end, breathless and exhausted. By the time you caught your breath, you saw the one Natasha called Carol sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water.

She was leaning back causally on her hands, laughing at you and Natasha. “Do you know how to play chicken?”

You waded over, resting your arms on the side of the pool. “Is that the one where you get on someone’s shoulders and try to knock each other down?”

Carol nodded. “Do you wanna play? You and Nat and Me and Maria?”

You turned around to look at Natasha, who was clearly waiting on an answer from you as well. It honestly did sound like a good time. And it would be an easy way to bond with Wanda and Natasha’s friends. You nodded.

Carol slid into the water. “Maria, get in here! We’re playing chicken and you’re my attacker!”

Maria was at the bar, but she eagerly made her way over to the pool at the proposal. “Fuck no, I’m the base.” She got into in the water, putting her hair up with a clip.

Carol rolled her eyes, but agreed, climbing onto Maria’s shoulders. Natasha bent down, so you could climb up on her shoulders. She easily hoisted you up out of the water. It took Maria a minute to get her footing, but they eventually balanced out.

Natasha and Maria circled each other for a minute before Natasha charged towards them. You hardly even got your hands on Carol before Natasha was sliding Maria legs out from under her, sending them both into the water.

Wanda cheered from the bar, then she and Pepper made their way to the pool side, dipping their legs in the water while carefully trying to avoid the splash zone.

Natasha didn’t even wait for Carol and Maria to get fully prepared before she charged in for a second time. She took their fumbling as an opportunity to let you get a push in. It only took one sharp push to Carol’s shoulder to send them back into the water again.

Wanda cheered again, beaming with pride and excitement to see you getting along well with her friends. You were clearly coming out of your shell already, giggling and squealing as you got more and more competitive. She loved watching Natasha have a good time too. It was her two favorite people playing with some of her other favorite people and having the time of their lives doing it. She and Pepper clicked their glasses together, thrilled to watch everyone having so much fun.

After a few rounds of losing, Maria finally agreed to let Carol be the base. Carol was much sturdier, making it harder for Natasha to knock her down. Maria was a lot stronger than you, and, without Natasha being able to easily sweep them off their feet, she had you off Natasha's shoulders in seconds.

Wanda and Pepper continued to make commentary from the sidelines, trash talking both teams, but as soon as Carol suggested they join in, both women backed off a bit.

Natasha was a stone pillar, never once falling to Carol, but Maria very much outmatched you. In the end, they ended up winning, successfully sending you into the water more often than not.

When you finally got out of the water, Wanda was there with a towel held open to dry you off. Pepper watched with a smug grin as Wanda doted on you, drying your body and hair and sending you to the bathroom with warm, dry clothes.

The ice in your drink had melted, making it watery and unpleasant. Wanda insisted she would make you a new one as soon as you got up to the lounge. She didn’t want anyone getting too drunk while they were still by the pool, especially not you.

The lounge was as nice as you had come to expect from the Stark tower. It was a comfortable room with another bar and nice white couches. There were even some beanbags and cushions scattered around the room to make it even more cozy. You picked out a bean bag close by the edge of the couch where Wanda was sitting.

Pepper mixed you another drink, and you listened in pleased silence while all the women joked with one another and caught up about their lives. Maria had gotten a new dog, Carol had spent a few months away in Scandinavia, Pepper had recently taken over the management for Stark Enterprises, replacing her husband Tony as CEO. You were pulled into the conversation a few times to talk about your experience at school or your plans for the future, but mostly you just sat back with your drink, enjoying the chatter.

By your second drink (or second and a half if you count the one you drank before swimming) you started to feel a warmth spread across your chest. Your eyes started to flutter, and your thoughts became slow and distant. It was a nice feeling, but slightly exposing and vulnerable as well.

You had, of course, gotten increasingly more cuddly over the past several weeks of living with Wanda and Natasha. However, to no one’s surprise but your own, alcohol increased your clinginess tenfold. The feeling of vulnerability had made you seek out safety in all the ways you knew how.

Over the course of an hour, the conversation between the older women became background noise and you “subtly” made your way onto Wanda’s lap.

First, you sat on a cushion on the floor by her feet, laying your head on your knees while she ran her fingers through your hair. Then, you climbed up her legs and sat on her lap, pressing your ear to her chest and listening to the steady beat of her heart. She wrapped her arms loosely around your waist and gently rocked back and forth. Finally, you adjusted to straddle her lap, pressing your entire chest to hers and resting your head on her shoulder. Your limbs were limp on either side of her, and she could only tell you were awake by the occasional rustle and turn of your head. She ran her nails up your back, soothing you into a trance.

Pepper leaned back in her chair with a satisfied smirk. She crossed her legs, smugly gesturing towards you with her half full wine glass. She mouthed “mama’s girl”, earning her a snap and sharp glare from Wanda.

As the hour grew later, Maria regarded you with a small chuckle. “Wanda, it looks like your girl is ready for bed.”

Natasha set down her drink and stood up, gesturing for Wanda to let her take you. Wanda gently guided you upright, allowing Natasha to lift your limp body out of her lap. She was pretty certain you were asleep by now. You only grumbled as Natasha rested your head on her shoulder, cradling you to her chest under your butt.

She carried you to the elevator, then up to one of the Stark towers' many spare bedrooms. She laid you gently against the pillows, tucking you under the soft comforter. You hummed with delight. Before Natasha could leave the room, she heard your sleepy, slurred voice call out to her.

“Tasha?”

She stopped in her tracks and turned around, sitting beside you on the bed. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Am I Wanda’s girl?” you slurred.

Natasha furrowed her brow and chuckled. “What?”

“Downstairs just now. Maria called me Wanda’s girl. Am I Wanda’s girl?”

“Do you want to be Wanda’s girl?” Natasha asked, tucking your hair behind your ears and praying you wouldn’t remember this conversation in the morning.

You furrowed your brow, trying very hard to form a coherent thought. “Can I be Tasha’s girl too?”

Natasha smiled. “You can be Tasha’s girl too, if you want.”

You nodded clumsily. “Yeah. That’s what I want,” you mumbled, satisfied. “Wanda and Tasha’s girl.” You rubbed your cheek against the pillows sleepily.

Natasha chuckled. “That’s what I want too, princess.” She leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, Tasha. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Natasha said before she turned out the light and closed the door, silently heading back downstairs.

[littlebirdlibrary]

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[basyacriptid]

its just one of those days

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick, holding Wally’s hand while they lie in bed: God I love this bed. God I love this house. And you. Especially you.

Voice: How domestic.

Wally: God?

Damian in his Robin suit, holding his bleeding side: No. It’s me. May one of you please direct me to the nearest medical kit.

[Frantic scrambling]

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[ravenw1ngs]

Something about Dream, a wealthy white man in the streaming space, complaining about how much he’s been “used as a punching bag” when he’s on the topic of “allegedly�� calling multiple women whores, as if women (and other minorities) have not historically been treated horrifically in the gaming and streaming communities.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[mohntilyet]

i need to become his defence lawyer his pr manager etc etc illario dellamorte you should have had a cunty celebration outfit for the talon announcement dinner !!!!!!!

[ibahibut]

💀: Fewer wounds, more kisses from me.

🐦‍⬛: Contract's accepted, mi amor.

Music inspiration: A Little Death by The Neighbourhood

[mommyslittlebird]

A Love Worth Saving

WandaNat x Reader

Summary: After coming to some realizations, you decide you have to come clean with Wanda and Natasha

CW: Awkward confession, Unrequited love

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Wow, it's been a while you all! Sorry, the end of the semester was far busier and more overwhelming than I anticipated. I hope this is worth the wait and hopefully the next chapter won't take as long now that school is almost out! Anyway, I hope you all like ✨conflict✨

Chapter 6 of A Room of Your Own

It happened with Natasha first. 

It came on hard and fast, shocking your entire body as you stared at the woman, wringing out her wet hair after her shower one morning. It was sudden, like a switch flipped in your mind. You wanted her. You wanted her so badly. 

But, of course you did. Natasha was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. There wasn’t a person on earth that wouldn’t crumble at the sight of her. It was natural. Nothing weird. Nothing important. It was just a little crush, like the ones you had on celebrities or your favorite professors. You could live with someone and not have a crush on them. This wasn’t going to be a problem. 

That is, until one evening, when Wanda and Natasha were getting ready for a dinner. Something for work, you thought. 

“Y/N can you grab my wallet? It’s in my work bag!” Natasha called from the upstairs bathroom. You grabbed the wallet from the bag, carrying it upstairs to find Natasha, in an emerald gown, putting in her earrings. She was dressed to the nines in a full face of makeup with her hair in a curled updo. She’d even done her nails for the occasion: short deep green acrylics at the end of her slender, dexterous fingers. She looked exquisite, more beautiful than anyone you’d ever seen in your life. She turned her head towards you, green eyes sparkling in the vanity light. 

Fuck. This was going to be a problem. 

You were stunned for a second, just slack jawed and frozen before you reached your hand out, giving her the wallet. 

“Thank you,” she said, setting the wallet on the vanity while she struggled with the other earring. “Goddammit. I haven’t worn earrings in months. I can’t find the hole. Would you mind?” She asked, handing you the earring and turning so you could put it in. 

Your hands shook as you grazed her soft skin. She smelled of whiskey and coffee, so impossibly warm you thought you could melt. It was a miracle you actually managed to get the earring in. 

“Thank you,” she said again, needlessly flattening the gown around her thighs. 

She flipped the bathroom lights off, taking a step towards you in the hallway. Her brow momentarily furrowed with concern. “Are you okay? You look a bit flushed.”

You swallowed nervously and nodded. “Y-yeah… yeah,” you stammered. “Just tired. It’s just… school, you know. It’s getting to be that time of the semester.”

She smiled sympathetically. If she’d been in slightly less of a hurry, she would’ve caught your bullshit immediately. Luckily, she quickly shifted into scrambling for her clutch and trying to throw on some heels. “Alright, well, don’t work yourself too hard. Get some rest. If you’re not sleeping by the time we get home I’ll sick Wanda on you.” She hurried down the stairs, stopping at the front door to shout “And that’s a threat!” before closing it behind her and leaving you alone in the house. 

You collapsed onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh. Maybe it would go away. Maybe it was just a tonight thing. Maybe when she wasn’t so done up you’d be less attracted to her. Maybe when she came home, and took off her makeup, and slid into a comfortable white tank top that just barely covered her—

No. None of that. People had crushes all the time. Natasha was married to Wanda. And you loved Wanda. You loved Wanda with Natasha. You loved that they were in love, and you’d never dream of interfering. And that would be the end of it. 

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It wasn’t the same with Wanda. 

Whereas your attraction to Natasha hit you like a lust-filled freight train, your attraction to Wanda came in a different form. It was slower, more gentle: like a rising tide. You just kept stepping back further and further, a little at a time, and, before you even realized, the entire beach was overtaken. 

It was mornings full of hot coffees and conversations across the island. It was doing the crossword puzzle every day with her before class. It was stolen glances from behind your computer screen while you both silently worked in her office. It was spoonfuls of sovokian dishes she had you taste test while you sat on the counter to keep her company while she cooked. It was late night trips to the 24 hour donut shop to get two of the cream filled maple donuts you were both obsessed with. 

And then one morning you came down the stairs to see her sleepy, smiling face, and you had the most terrifying thought.

I want this to be the first face I see every morning for the rest of my life. 

It was hard to put your feelings into words. It was hard to put your feelings into anything, really. You couldn’t make sense of it. Sure, it was possible to have a crush on more than one person. You did it all the time. 

But this was something more than a crush. It was such an all consuming desire that you could hardly think of anything else. You didn’t feel anger or jealousy, just a sense of dejection. 

You would never have them. You could yearn and crave and beg the universe for things to be different. But things weren’t different. They had each other, and you’d have to find a way to live with that. 

It didn’t take long for it to start affecting your relationship with them. Your despair was taking a toll on you, and they could tell. You became distant as it got harder and harder to be around them. 

You didn’t want to cuddle or wrestle anymore. You went to the library on your days off rather than hanging out in Wanda’s office. You woke up later and went to bed earlier, spending as much time in your room as possible. 

It all came to a head just before Thanksgiving Break, when Wanda found you in your room with the door open. You were folding laundry, but instead of putting your clothes away into your wardrobe like usual, you had an open duffel bag on your bed. 

Wanda’s eyes went wide. She had noticed your growing distance over the past few weeks. It had worried her, but you insisted you were fine. She and Natasha had discussed it and decided it was best to give you space. But now you were packing to leave?  

“W-what are you doing?” Wanda asked nervously, folding her cardigan in on herself. 

“I… am going to go stay with my friend Kitty for a little bit,” you explained, trying to keep your voice emotionless. “In Hoboken.” Hoboken was a little over an hour north. Not far, but too far for a daily commute too and from school.

Wanda was quiet for a second, but you could hear her voice break when she asked, “Did… did we do something wrong?”

You stopped packing, turning around to face Wanda with a frown. You could tell from her face she was close to tears. “Oh… no, Wanda. You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong. It’s… it’s something personal. It’s just a problem on my end. You and Natasha have been nothing short of perfect.” You rested your hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. 

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, sensing her wife’s distress and coming into your room to investigate. She rested her hand on the small of Wanda’s back.

“Y/N is going to… go stay with a friend for a little while,” Wanda explained tearfully. 

Natasha looked up at you with concern. “Why? Did something happen?”

“No,” you reiterated. “No. It’s just….” You trailed off, sitting on the edge of your bed and taking a deep breath. “I’m going to tell you all something, and I need you to not feel weird about it. Okay? Because it… it’s not a big deal, and I’m gonna get it sorted out.”

Wanda nodded, and they both gave you their undivided attention. Natasha was practically holding her breath as she waited for you to speak.

“I… I’m attracted to you. Romantically.” You confessed awkwardly. The room fell silent. Wanda and Natasha both looked at each other, confused. 

Natasha spoke first. “Which one of us? If you’re comfortable sharing.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Both of you. I think.” 

There was another silence. They both opened their mouths to speak, but you cut them off with nervous rambling. “I know you two are married, and I would never ever want to get in the way of that. Not that I think I can, it's just… I’m gonna, get away for a little while, and I’ll come back and we can just forget about the whole thing.”

Wanda visibly relaxed, relieved to know nothing was seriously wrong. Sure, a crush was awkward, but it was manageable. At least nothing catastrophic had happened. “Is there anything we can do for you? To help you feel more comfortable, I mean.”

You shrugged, avoiding eye contact and fidgeting with your hands. “I don’t really have an answer to that yet. I think probably once I clear my head a bit, I’ll be able to come up with some boundaries. Probably just… no cuddling or anything like that for a while after I come back. And I’d prefer little to no contact while I’m gone. At least for the first few days. We can talk about more things later. And if there’s anything you all can think of, feel free to throw it out there.”

Natasha nodded, squeezing your shoulder. You looked up to find she was actually smiling a little bit. “I’m proud of you,” she said. “I know that was scary. And you're really brave, telling us that. I’m glad you’re doing what’s best for you.” There was a pause, and then she let out a small laugh. “I thought you had seasonal depression.”

You chuckled. “Seasonal depression?” 

She shrugged. “Well, the weather was getting cold and then you were spending so much time in your room, I thought we were gonna have to up your Zoloft prescription.”

You laughed harder this time. “Nope. No seasonal depression. Just regular depression and a huge boner for you and your wife.”

Natasha laughed. “That makes two of us,” she teased. 

Wanda swatted her ass in faux annoyance. 

“Hey!” Natasha shouted before correcting herself with a shit eating grin. “Sorry. That makes three of us.”

Wanda groaned and rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna go get your toiletries from the bathroom.” She left the room as you and Natasha both fell back on the bed, crumpled over with laughter. There was nothing funnier to the two of you than a joke that Wanda pretended to hate.

When the laughter died down, Natasha turned her head to face you, looking more serious now. The jokes and teasing had done an excellent job of dispelling the awkward tension from your confession, but there was still an undeniable heaviness in the air. You were leaving, and you couldn’t say when or even if you were coming back.

“Do you think you’ll be back for Thanksgiving?” Natasha asked. “Wanda’s making shashlik,” she added in a sing-song voice, trying to keep the energy light.

You took a deep breath and sighed. “I don’t think so,” you answered solemnly. Thanksgiving was less than a week away, and you imagined this could take a good while longer than that. 

Natasha nodded. After another moment of silence she asked, “do you know when?”

You shook your head. “I don’t have any in-person finals, so I’m done with classes for the semester. So, I guess, the second week of January at the latest. That’s when the spring semester starts.”

Natasha swallowed. That was nearly 6 six weeks from now. But she nodded. You needed time, and she and Wanda would give you that, at least. “Maybe you could visit for Christmas? Even if you're not ready to come back yet,” she requested, trying to keep her voice from sounding desperate. The last thing she wanted right now was for you to feel guilty for leaving. “You don’t have to. Just… we’d love to have you.”

You nodded and reached across the bed to squeeze her hand. “I’ll come by for Christmas.”

Wanda came back holding a small bag of toiletries. She nearly jumped backwards when she saw the two of you, solemnly holding hands while you laid in your bed. She knew, obviously, that both of you were capable of these quiet, tender moments, but they were rare between just the two of you. Normally, Wanda was used to finding the two of you laughing and goofing around. 

She set the bag down on the dresser, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You stretched out your other arm, signaling her to lay down and join you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, and Natasha curled in closer to do the same. 

“I’m gonna miss you guys,” you said, simultaneously squeezing both of them. 

Natasha squeezed you back. “We're gonna miss you too, kid.” 

Wanda kissed your head. “We’re gonna miss you a lot.”

***********

Natasha helped you carry your two bags with you to your car. She had tried to convince you to drive hers, not entirely convinced Cheese Louise was cut out for the journey, but there was no way you were taking her $40,000 Mustang through Jersey City.

She hugged you before opening your car door and helping you get situated. Wanda came out a minute later with your teddy bear tucked under her arm. She opened the passenger door and buckled him in. “Don’t forget about your loyal copilot,” she said, rubbing his fuzzy head with reverence. 

She came around to the driver’s side and leaned in the car to give you one last hug and a prolonged kiss on the temple. “I know you said no contact for a little while, but please text us when you get there. Just so we know you made it safe.”

You nodded. It was a reasonable enough request.

She cupped your cheek and ruffled your hair affectionately. “Goodbye. We’ll miss you. And we’ll be here whenever you’re ready for us.”

Natasha gave your shoulder a squeeze before closing the car door. “We’ll be waiting for you. And remember, we’re only a phone call away if you need anything at all.”

You smiled, rolling down your window to shout “goodbye! I love you! Platonically!”

They both laughed and shouted back. “I love you too!”

You watched them in the rearview mirror, waving goodbye as you rolled out of the long drive. As uncertain as you were about everything in that moment, you knew for sure that this was a love worth saving.

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i think it be really funny if the reason why Shen Yuan feels he is gigachad brain in terms solving problems, being better than Shen Qingqiu, and making solutions while scoffing being like 'haha typical PIDW writing I'm so smart' isn't because he's actually trope savvy; but that because the world is based on Airplane's writing it means the world's collective intelligence cannot be smarter than its creator and intention. And PIDW is dumb on purpose in a lot of ways.

Like Shen Qingqiu sits in on Luo Binghe's meetings and offers bare bones economic theory and gets so much genuine praise and he's lording over how smart and cool he is for this.

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua has been begging the system to raise the bar since day 10. Man's taught himself so much theory and philosophy not because he's a scholar but because being in a room with people who are only as smart as you for thirty someodd years would drive a lot of people insane eventually. And you'd think having a fellow transmigrator would help but it's very obvious outside of lore man has the intelligence of shiny rock and he just can't man.

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[burnt-breadtoast]

I wonder where they went..

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompt

4/5

Teen titans have been attempting to get Phantom to join their team for ages, but he’s always refused, citing other obligations. He has fought side-by-side with the team several times, and gets along with all of them pretty well. Phantom even has Robin’s number. (Everyone on the team knows about Robin’s crush on Phantom, and tease him endlessly about it.)

Robin wasn’t expecting Phantom to call over a burner phone in the middle of the night, after a worrying three monthes of silence, to accept the offer, as long as he can bring his two children to stay in the tower too.

[lazycranberrydoodles]

english translation book 5 baby we are in the ‘people assuming kid form hua cheng is xie lian’s son’ era 🔥🔥🔥 / follow for more hualian silliness