#but idk what the best is just thinking of them as openers!

[ohsugar-honey-iced-tea]

can i make an angsty request where wanda brings reader to one of stark’s parties as her date & reader excuses themself to go to the bathroom only to come back and catch wanda and vision sharing a kiss? maybe reader starts to leave when wanda catches her out of the corner of her eye and tries to explain.

idk if this is any good but this would be cool to do bc i kinda want to cry a bit haha

If Only

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/n: This is my very first time writing an angst so please be kind 🥲

Warnings: angst, harrasment

Summary: where hope and dreams turn into sadness as you see your biggest fear come true

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You were absolutely over the moon.

After months and months of pining, longing, stolen glances and shared smiles, you finally found the courage to ask out Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda was everything you were looking for. Kind, smart, funny and witty. Beautiful with a smile that could light up the whole room and emerald green eyes that sparkled when she talked about something she was passionate about.

See, the thing is, you have been having a crush on Wanda as soon as she joined the Avengers. Long months were spent dreaming of her and hoping she would one day give you the honor of dating her.

You still weren't sure why she said yes when you asked her to go as your date to one of Starks parties. But you were so glad she did.

As you were getting ready, putting on your best dress, Wanda send you a text.

'Be ready in ten, detka. x W'

You smiled. Detka. That one word already had your cheeks hurting from how big your smile was.

As you were putting on the finishing touches on your makeup, you heard a soft knock on your door. You opened the door to your room and there she was.

A stunning red dress with black high heels to match with them. A golden necklace with two gold bracelets to finish the set. Red hair put up, revealing small diamond earrings and makeup done to perfection.

So goddesses do exist. And one was standing right in front of you.

Wanda must have thought something was wrong because she looked at you worriedly.

"Y/n, is everything alright?"

"You... you look perfect."

Wanda blushed, clearly flustered by your compliment.

"Well you don't look so bad yourself, ma'am"

You giggled, quickly getting the last of your things so you could head to the main floor where the party was held.

As you two walked down the stairs, hand in hand, you couldn't help but think that this felt right. You and Wanda, holding each others hand and being next to each other.

You didn't want to get too ahead of yourself, but you couldn't contain your smile.

"What's so funny over there?"

You gave her a cocky smile and a sly wink in return.

"With a little luck you will find out later"

As the two of you stepped in the big crowded room, you started feeling a little overwhelmed. Big parties and busy crowds were never really your thing, but Wanda was worth it. She would always be worth it. You turned to Wanda.

"You stay right here, and I'll get us some drinks, okay?

Wanda gave you a little kiss on your cheek, making you blush furiously.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else, detka"

You smiled and you made your way over to the bar as you ordered your drinks. A strawberry daiquiri for Wanda. Pretty and sweet, just like her.

As you were waiting for your drink your mind began to wonder to your plans for later tonight.

Wanda didn't know, but you went up to the balcony earlier today to hang up some fairylights and a little blanket for you to sit on, so you would have your own little starry midnight sky.

You were hoping tonight would finally be the night where you would feel Wanda's lips on yours. You were so sure that would be what true happiness would feel like.

As you took the drinks and made your way over to Wanda, your heart dropped.

There he was. Wanda's ex, Vision. He was with Wanda and they were making out against the wall.

You felt your heart shatter into pieces. Surely you were insecure, but you were so sure Wanda felt the same about you than you did for her.

Perhaps you shouldn't have allowed yourself to have hope. After all, hope is only seconds away of crushing reality kicking in.

Your legs were starting to feel weak and your hands let go of the drink, clattering to the floor as you let out a poorly concealed sob. Wanda suddently jumped off of the wall she was pressed against.

"Y/n, this isn't what it looks like!"

But it was too late. All sound got quiet, and you felt a panic attack rising. You needed to get out of there, now.

"Come on baby, this is what we both want"

As Wanda saw you running she tried as hard as she could to get out of Vision's arms, who has started to rub his hands all over her body. Eventually she got out and followed you, running as fast as she ever did.

See, the thing is, Vision cornered Wanda. He had pinned her arms down and had forced his lips onto Wanda's. She tried with all might to do something, scream, hit, anything. But she couldn't. Until she heard you.

Vision even had the audacity to look at you and smirk.

With all her might Wanda tried to catch up to you, but as she walked outside all she could see was your car speeding off.

Was the one thing that could truly make Wanda happy ruined before it even had a chance to start?

As you drove off, your eyes began to swim with tears. How dare you be so stupid to believe you actually had a chance?

As you turned left, you put the volume of the radio to the max. You needed to hear something, anything, other then your thoughts.

Maybe your parents were right. Maybe you weren't deserving of love. After all, they were the ones who never went out of their way to show that to you, starting at an early age.

Was any of it Wanda showed you real? Were the little inside jokes only meaningful to you? The small hints that Wanda wanted this as much as you did?

If only you weren't so naive. Maybe then you wouldn't be feeling how you are feeling now.

If only you didn't believe in love and happiness. Maybe then you could have been at peace with yourself, making a happy little life with just yourself.

If only you would have seen the car on your right running the red light.

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[didyoulookforme]

lazy sucking bf matty’s cock on the couch while watching a movie idk :)

it’s a thursday evening and you and your sweet boyfriend are lying on the couch watching jurassic park which is a movie both of you know by heart but matty’s had a stressful day and there’s nothing more comforting than watching a familiar film with his girl draped all over him and a cozy blanket enveloping you both. your legs are lazily tangled together as you rest your head on his chest, one of his hands under your shirt drawing mindless figures on your lower back, his other playing with the rings on your fingers as he often does. every now and then he kisses the top of your head and you cannot help but grin like an idiot because you love him so damn much.

not even jeff goldblum can make you focus on the film because you’re too distracted looking up at matty, his brows furrowed and often reciting a line under his breath because he’s too fucking adorable for his own good. his curls are half damp from his shower prior so they hang loosely over his face and the cushion below making him look like the perfect human being. you notice the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his lashes cast shadows over his cheekbones, the curve of his lips when he concentrates. he bites the tip of his tongue when he’s thinking, and it’s the kind of thing that still drives you utterly mad after years and years of knowing him. that paired with his hand now fully splayed against your back pushes you over the edge, wanting to touch more of him so you do so, gently pulling your hand away from his but not before you kiss his knuckles.

your hand lowers until it’s under the hem of his striped jumper, brushing the soft hair trailing down his navel. he doesn’t really react until your fingertips are under the waistband of his joggers. it’s then that he looks down and asks what you’re doing and you tell him nothing, to just keep watching. he kisses the top of your head again, mumbling an “okay, if you say so” very sweetly but he definitely knows what you’re up to by the way his lips curl.

you place a kiss on his chest before continuing to push your hand under his grey sweatpants, knowing well that he doesn’t usually put on boxers after an evening shower hehe. you palm over him, feeling him soft against your hand. you pump him oh so slowly as he grows harder with every lazy stroke of your fingers. he doesn’t say anything, but his breathing changes and you glance up to see his eyes flutter closed, his bottom lip caught between his teeth again. you never speed up and eventually his hips join the slow rhythm moving up and down to get a bit more friction. he’s so fucking beautiful like that. he always lets you do whatever you want to him and he couldn’t be any more adorable.

he finally looks down at you, pupils blown wide and he has the sweetest, dopiest smile on his face, and when you ask if he’s okay, he just nods as he rakes a hand through your hair. you shift down as he watches you, your fingers hooking into the waistband of his joggers, pulling them down as he lifts his hips to help you. once he’s free, you just stare at his pretty cock because, yes, it’s perfect and no one will convince you otherwise. beads of precum drip from his tip and you can’t help but lick and place soft, open mouthed kissed all down his dick. sometimes sucking gently and grazing your teeth against the sensitive skin there. again, you go as slow as possible and there’s not one single part of him that your mouth and tongue don’t touch.

you can tell that matty is doing his best to not just fuck your face right then and there, but he’d be damned if he’s not enjoying every single second of you tasting him. his fingers are somehow able to function enough to mute the television, this way he can listen to the way your lips sound when you kiss him or when you kitten lick along his slit. he doesn’t want to miss a single moan that falls from your lips either.

now that you have his full attention, you let saliva pool on your tongue and let it drip on him because you know he likes it wet and messy. you pump him one, two, three times before taking the tip in your month, sucking softly while your tongue swirls around it. his fingertips are now really digging into your back but you don’t give a shit because the whimpers coming from him are delicious and otherworldly. you spend a couple of minutes sucking the head while your hand strokes the rest of him, but when you feel his tummy quiver nonstop, you take him in fully until he hits the back of your throat. you gag once but that’s enough for matty to ask if you’re okay so you just hum in response, those tiny vibrations making his dick twitch against your tongue. slowly you bring yourself up, savouring every inch of him, before you start bobbing your head up and down in the same slow, maddening pace you’ve set for the night.

matty, being the gentleman that he is, uses his hands to bring your hair into a makeshift ponytail so the strands don’t get in your way. but honestly, it’s mostly so he can clearly stare at you sucking his dick and making an absolute mess of him. he nods each time you ask if he’s okay, and when you call him your sweet boy, he doesn’t even hesitate to ask you to call him that again and even thanks you in return. 

he gets impossibly hard in your mouth and you know he’s so, so close. when he whines that he’s about to finish, you pull your head back and stroke him only one more time before he’s spilling onto his stomach, carefully watching as his warm cum pools on his abdomen and some of it trails down the side, staining the couch. not that it’s the first time that’s happened, but no one needs to know that. you look up at him and smile as he tries to catch his breath, but it doesn’t help when you lean down and lap up every single bit of his cum because it’d be a shame to have it go to waste. once he’s clean, you shift up to finally kiss him and he very adorably cups your face and makes out with you, moaning as he tastes himself on you <3

[moeblob]

They're soulmates in every single universe and I miss them at the most random times.

[hplonesomeart]

SMG4 fandom how are we feeling about the carnival coming up. I’m scared and going to scream :))

Plain sketch version without the grey background blend btw wahooo

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I've always felt that it'd be Killua who initiates the first hug we see between him and Gon

[kyouka-supremacy]

Well.

[possamble]

realizing im kind of a weirdo about laios and marcille

[unproduciblesmackdown]

(genderly) chill as hell if i was only ever glimpsed / detected like this

[gothsuguru]

let it be known…. bestie!sukuna does a killer winged eyeliner

[keeps-ache]

gonna keep it shmoovin man

[truethes]

“go to hell” is basic. “i hope you have the opportunity to write a romatically dense character in a situation where even you can see the other characters romantic sense” is smart. it’s possible. it’s terrifying

[watery-melon-baller]

does anyone know a better way to try and reformat a research question for a survey because I am SUFFERING

[fightaers]

i just read a TERRIBLE sakura slander i have to actually sit down oh my god

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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