#but hey physics went. well imma be a bit careful so i wont say well but better than expected for sure

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i would like to thank any gods out there that the physics exam was in fact manageable and most questions worked like the ones i did manage to look over. no idea if i got to the correct conclusion but i'm pretty sure my formulas are all in order. i'm careful not to hope too much but i definitely didn't completely screw it up.

i would also like to thank the snow that i got to go home earlier.

i would also like to fight my french teacher and stop french classes immediately i don't understand a damn thing and there's too much grammar and i can't focus and i'm too demotivated to spend the time on it i should and i wanna cry

[novamirmirsblog]

Mission gone right

Hi guysss. This is 18+ ty :3

Word count: 1596

Genre: Smut, kinda dark? R is bad basically

Request: no

Warnings: Wanda sex magic, swearing, alcohol (think that's it)

A/N: we got votes for both angst and smut so I kinda combined both? I feel like this isn't angsty enough so imma write something super angsty next. Then I'll go back and do some more spidey duo xxx

"What to do, what to do, what to do..." You paced back and forth around your living room. "Ugh!" throwing your hands up in the air, you flopped down on the sofa, leaving your legs dangling over the arm. Switching on the TV, you saw that there was a new display at an art gallery. You looked around your walls and saw nothing as pretty as the painting on the TV.

"I guess one more couldn't hurt..."

The TV then changed to show that the Avengers were making a special appearance considering Tony Stark owned the gallery and it was it's opening night.

With newfound determination, you got dressed in a red dress with a neckline that dropped all the way to just above your navel and a slit that went all the way up to the middle of your left thigh. The dress gave you the freedom to move but still looked like it was just something pretty to wear. You grabbed your clutch (because god forbid a woman has pockets) and headed out.

~~~~~

Soft music played as people with more money than sense wandered around the gallery. Women wore pearls loosely and men had watches just begging to be taken. You had to focus. You were there for one reason and one reason only. The oil painting apparently cost millions. You didn't really care about that - it was a nice touch, sure - but not the reason you wanted it. You told yourself it was because it was a pretty picture but maybe it was more to do with the fact a pretty mindreader was going to be there tonight.

So far, you had done well to avoid the guards and cameras. You had stolen from this place a few times before and you knew that they rarely changed their security because you had cameras on them. You had seen a few of 'Earth's mightiest heroes' and had tried to ignore the disappointment you felt when it wasn't Wanda.

It's not like the two of you had history, but you were at HYDRA when the twins were too. You were a failed experiment. Your powers were useful, but not useful enough. They also took a little time to form. Time that Strucker didn't want to waste. You, Wanda and Pietro spent about a year together before they went to the 'good side' and you delved deeper into what your powers could do for you. You'd think that HYDRA would love the fact you could convince people of anything and erase all traces that you had ever been somewhere, but apparently they weren't looking for spies, they had enough of those.

You strolled around until you made it to the bathroom, waiting there for the rest of the evening. You had everything planned, walk up to the picture, take it from it's frame and leave out the front door. Everything was going according to plan until you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey! What are you doing there!" You opened your mouth to speak but you were grabbed and dragged round the corner and into a storage room.

It was Wanda.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Wanda whisper shouted as guards jogged past our hiding place.

"Same as you apparently." You realised Wanda hadn't noticed how close the two of you were, cupoards were very small...

"You just fucked up my night out."

"Sorry darling, at least my night is going splendidly." You winked and leaned in closer, watching as the anger transformed to lust on her face.

You were taller than Wanda by maybe half a head so she had to look up at you as she tried to formulate a reason to get out of there. Technically, she didn't even have to be there. She could walk out right now and the guards wouldn't even bat an eye and yet something was making her stay.

You moved slightly and Wanda groaned ever so faintly. It was so quiet that you would have missed it if you hadn't been so close to her. You then realised that your leg was conveniently placed between Wanda's, and what can you say? The storage cupboard was small. It wasn't your fault.

Okay, it was maybe a little bit your fault.

"Oh darling, has no one been taking care of you?" You mocked, leaning in and whispering over the shell of her ear "Want me to take care of that?"

Wanda froze even more. Her mind was racing so fast that there was no possible way for her to read yours even though she was desperate to do so. She hadn't seen you in forever but when she glanced over when Tony was telling her a particularly boring story, she couldn't help but gasp at how beautiful you were. Wanda had hoped that you were just there to admire the art work but she knew, deep down, that that would be too good to be true.

"Cat got your tongue?" You were unaware of the turmoil you caused for Wanda. Too focused on your own fun and the way her suit hugged her in all the right places. You wanted nothing more than to fuck her there and then. You didn't want a meaningful relationship with Wanda, just something physical. The two of you were occasional fuck buddies when you were both at HYDRA - the relationship turning slightly toxic very quickly.

You both liked to see how quickly one could get the other jealous. Whether that meant flirting with other people and making sure the other one saw, or just outright sleeping with whoever was nearest. While it seemed that Wanda had grown out of that toxicity, finding love with a glorified Alexa, you never had.

"Why save me darling? I can handle myself."

"You were two seconds from being caught" It was a little disheartening to hear her accent slipping, the last little piece that reminded you of the Wanda she used to be.

"No. No I wasn't." you lifted her chin up and spoke into her neck "I don't need you to save me."

Wanda let out another groan, much louder this time as her hips bucked on your thigh.

"Shhh" You chuckled lowly "We don't want anyone to hear you, right?"

You grabbed her hips and kissed her. It was rough and fast. Wanda whimpered and began grinding harder, trying to get more friction. One hand traced lightly on Wanda's thigh and the other tugged at her waistband. Wanda got rid of them instantly with her magic and you slipped your hand into her panties.

"Shit sweetheart, your toaster not giving you the satisfaction you need?"

"I don't want to think about him" Wanda let out with a slight growl, her accent getting heavier again, like how it was when you knew her.

"Sweetheart when I'm done with you, you wont think of anything else for months."

"God you're a cocky bitch. You're all talk and no action."

"No?" You pushed two fingers into her. You weren't feeling nice enough to start off slow and she was wet enough for it anyway.

Wanda's back arched as she let out a moan and you kissed her chest, her blazer falling open to reveal an extremely unbuttoned shirt. She tried to push your hand further, desperately chasing her release but you pulled away, taking your hand and licking your fingers, watching as Wanda gulped.

"Please..."

"But darling, I think the guards are gone." You smirked as the witch basically threw a temper tantrum.

"So? I haven't felt this good in so long" Wanda shoved her own hand back to where yours was. It was strangely extremely hot to see her try and get back to her high. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at you. You could see the red wisps surrounding you before you nearly doubled over, looking up at Wanda who wore an evil smile.

"Now you know how I feel. Are you going to get back to it?" Wanda had never done this before. When you had known her, she had little to no control over her powers, only being able to control things with her mind and read others thoughts. She had been practicing.

"Fuck you."

"Well yes, that's what I'm trying to get you to do."

You dropped to your knees and took the rest of her underwear off, slowly licking her as she swung a leg over your shoulder. "Shit y/n, just like that."

You worked your fingers in and out of her, feeling everything you were doing to her on yourself thanks to her magic. You got slightly sloppy as you both neared your climaxes. You suck and bit along her thigh and on her clit until you felt her clench around your fingers. You both saw stars as her magic continued to fuck you, drawing out your orgasms until you were both sweaty messes.

~~~~~

You never did get the painting that night. You didn't really get anything you wanted that night. You sat on the top of your building, one leg swinging and a bottle of something strong in your hand, just watching the city buzz at night. As you sat there watching the tiny people come home from their jobs to their loving families, you wondered if you could have had something like that with Wanda. Then you laughed as you remembered that she was probably wrapped up in the arms of Siri, taking another swig from the bottle, you got up and prepared for your next job.

[kleyaaa]

PLEASE DO NOT READ. PLEASE. IM BEING SERIOUS. ITS MY BIRTHDAY. WILLYOU GIVE THAT TO ME AS A GIFT? PLEASE. DONT READ THIS. :)

Ahhh soooo hmmmmm if you arent into dramas, emotional, depressing thoughts then i suggest that you stop reading this right now cuz im about to start something deep, something emotional

Its 11:47pm, 13 minutes before 12. Wow. I did the math right? Right? 13! Yep i love that show! Where did you cry? I cried at the beginning of episode 12. Where Hannah picked her phone and called Clay. Remember she put the bag on top of the car? And that moment, when she called Clay. Its fckd up! I have to stop! I felt i know what will happen next! I stopped! Not even kidding! I pause it. Went to the bathroom and cried. I dont even know why the heck i was crying. I just cried! But dont worry i finished it. I have too! Anyway. I dont know where to start.

I actually want to write this on my other account. Cuz i dont want people to be annoyed about this because some human in this world doesnt unfortunately understand depression, suicide or the feeling of being alone or left alone or someone who dont have someone.

But hey if i do that, hide and just be scared then im weak. So here i am :) that is why theirs a note at the beginning so that YOU HAVE A CHOICE anyway okay im gonna start now

Tomorrow is my birthday. Yey! Another day of fakesht. Some will post things about me. Good things about me. “Memories” we had. They will say they loved me, that they will be there for you always. That they are thankful to have you in their lives. Mygoodness. Im done with that. Done with that shts. Im sorry but i do not feel the way you guys think. I dont feel im appreciated enough. I dont feel the loved. I dont. Sorry.

Imma tell you a story about. Im not pleasing you guys to believe me that this is me. One who will always supports you. One who will be there for you whenever you need me. One who will tell exactly everything you wanna know. Im quite frank. I mean i say things straightly. Im that girl who will do everything for others. Who pleases people. Who tried a lot of times to be the number but always failed. Im nice. As much as possible i want to understand others. I want to love everyone. I hate wars. I hate discrimination. Colors or gender. Social status. Im open to everything and anything. I wont judge you if you are gay. If you are poor or fcked up kid. I wont. I will never ever. As much as possible, i dont wanna judge. Cuz man i dont know what the heck they are going through. I dont know the reason why she is wearing high heels and a leather jacket in the middle of sun rays. I dont know the reasons behind those smiles, those tears. I dont know anything.

I started being like, person who is as-much-as-possible-do-not-judge-people-base-on-what-my-eyes-can-see back in 2012 and beginning of 2013. Dont worry ill past forward things. Those years, i experience depression. I want to kill myself. I always cry. In the middle of the night. Those years the only thing i know is phone. Phone helped me a lot to somehow forget things. Those times im alone. Like no one is there for me or with me. Even parents. I was asking why the heck im into this. Im sooooo nice. Why the heck this is happening to me. What i have done to deserve this?

If you havent felt the feeling of suicidal. If you havent thought to kill yourself. If you havent try to kill yourself. The you wont understand. No. Depression is not just a “thing” that could passby. No. its not a joke. Its not a joke when you want to kill yourself because you feel that is the only way to end pain. That is the only option to stop sadness. If you never felt that feeling. If you havent thought using of knife to end your life while you are washing the dishes. Then you wouldnt understand.

Depression for me is fighting your self. You against yourself. The only way to get out of this is you, you have to figure it out on how you will fight againts your thoughts, those emotions, those negativities. You drown yourself on your on pool. It is a bit insensitive to say. I know sorry. But that is the definition i came up because that is my case. I wasnt bullied. No. at some point yes. But that is not the reason why felt suicidal. Its being alone and left alone. The feeling of you thought you have friends but you really do not have. Thats the reason why i wanted to kill myself. I love them. My friends. I truly love them. I treasure them. But the feeling is not mutual. They were smiling in front of you but guess what they are talking about you being so overreacting all the time. Being so weird. They stab you at the back. Loved you in the front.

That was back in 2012 and 2013. When i found that out. I stopped for a while. I was defeated for few days. But i said no. They wont win. Ill do what the fck i want to do. Fck them! Who cares! They are not happy with their lives thats why they look outside to make their feelings better.

Past forward. 2017. I thought everything is fine. I thought im done with those kind of stuffs. I thought i have “friends” now. Or at least someone i could talk to. But heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey. Nope. You havent. It feels weird actually. I really do thought im done with that. Feeling of being left alone. I really do thought im done. Its so weird im experiencing this again.

I chatted someone to see if that person cares about me cuz i really do care about her. I chatted her. She saw it. And didnt respond. Hmmm okay. I left the group chat to see if someone do care and chat me nice things or convince me or will try to help me. But no one. I posted something, like “stop caring to those who dont care about you” something like that not exactly okay. I wanted to see if someone or some of them will try to ask me if im okay. Or is there something wrong.

No. Nah. Not a single word from the people i was expecting to do something. That something matters to me cuz if someone did that something. At least i know i have one. I have someone.

But no one did.

Their silence kills me. Non response breaks my heart.

You know what hurts me the most? When they need me. Im there! Whenever they feel down. Dude! Im there to tell them theyre not alone. When they need a support. Im there! If i see them sad or alone. Im there! Im fck here. For them. But they are not. And i dont feel they will. They will someone be there for me. Its hard to explain. But i really do not feel like, they love me or they do appreciate me or they are there for me. No. i dont.

That is why i asked myself. Am i demanding? Am i not worthy? Am i expecting too much from them? Am i asking for more? Am i not being appreciative of their actions?

Am i selfish?

I dont feel i get what i deserve. I dont feel enough love. Im sorry

Im so sorry. I really dont.

That is why i decided to stop loving you guys. To stop caring about you and being rhere for you. Any of you.

I told you depressionn for me is fighting againts yourself. Yep i stand by that. But, a lift from ONE friend can help a lot. You dont need the world to fight with you. No. its your battle but a little help will help a lot. It could do so much things. All you need is one friend. Just one. ONE THAT WILL LISTEN TO YOU AND WONT JUDGE YOU. ONE WHOS OPEN TO TALK ABOUT YOUR SITUATION AND CAN UNDERSTAND YOU. JUST ONE.

2012 or 2017. I dont have one.

But there are 4 people who is still there for me on times i need someone. Im so sorry guys if i dont consider you as the one. Hahaahaha! If in case in the future you guys see this. Chesca my lovely chef. Diego my face of the night. Kezia my mentor my spiritual adviser my somehow everything kasi you always give me reason to breath again hahahaha and Rhea… yep youre here too. On the list. Wow hahahaha i mean on the list of people i should be thankful and whatever happen nanjan pa rin sila. Bukod sa pinautang mo ko. I felt the sincerity. Yung buong pusong tulong. I felt that with you when i needed money. I did not felt na may utang na loob ako sayo. You are sincere when you were helping. And i will never forget that.

Okaaaaayyyy where the heck am i?

Im lost. Ang haba kasi. Hahahaha! Its soooo long. I dont know if someone can survive on this longgggg emotional post hahahahaha

Its 1:02am

My birthday wish is i hope we can all have someone with us. Just one. One who will be there until our breath. It could be your future wife or husband. I dont know. But i really wish. We could all have the one. We deserve one. Everyone deserve one!

And be nice!

Your “hey are you okay? You can talk to me!” Could save a life!

And if you guys will ask… hmmmm how am i dealing with this sht again. I HAVE GOD :) well im still asking for someone cuz i want to have like a physical contact. Like i can call in the middle of the night and talk about non sense things. You know physical contact? Love you Lord! Dont hate me! Hahahaha!

But right now since i dont have someone, i have God, i can talk to and phone. Tumblr! Duuuhhh! I can write a book in here! Hahahaha!

Deep sigh I dont feel like i gave the message i wanted even though its like 134 pages now hahahaha ALL IN ALL. DONT BE A DICK. DONT BE A RUDE. BE NICE. BE OPEN. DONT JUDGE. HELP OTHERS. APPRECIATE PEOPLE. SPREAD LOVE. KINDNESS. AND TO THOSE WHOS SUFFERING SADNESS RIGHT. HEY! DO NOT STOP BREATHING OKAY? YOU CAN DO THIS YOU WILL WIN. YOU ARE NOT ALONE! GO FIND SOMETHING THAT COULD HELP YOU GET THROUGH THIS. GO BASKETBALL OR VOLLEYBALL OR PLAY PIANO OR LEARN ABOUT VOLCANOS IDUNNO JUST STAY BREATHING!!!! PLEASE!!!! FIND SOME INSPIRATION. YOUR IDOL!!! Selena Gomez or Demi Lovato!!! I dont know!!! Just, stay breathing okay? Okay? Promise me! I love you! And i love myself. Eventhough im fck up sometimes. And i love life eventhough sometimes it punches me right in the face. AND I LOVE GOD. EVENTHOUGH SEMANA SANTA IS ALWAYS ON MY BIRTHDAY! Love You Lord! :* Love you everyone! -eya