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WILL YOU SLEEP ALONE TONIGHT?

(rio vidal x reader) (agatha harkness x rio vidal)

synopsis | you finally see her again, after what feels like a century apart. but she's not the person you remember—her smile is wrong, her eyes colder, and her voice carries an edge that cuts through nostalgia. something is off, something you can’t name, like death painted in the wrong shade of blue: unfamiliar, unsettling, and hauntingly beautiful.

tags | angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love and ohh it burns, it’s set after end of agatha all along sooo, open ending, everyone’s crying :(

word count | 2k

authors note | i’ve not written in a while but this lil thing was inspired by my recent obsession with aubrey plaza & my friend’s constant need to bombard me with sad agathario edits - @cuinaminute229

The air was heavy with silence, save for the faint hum of the single streetlamp casting a pale glow over the cracked pavement. You clutched your keys tightly, the cool metal digging into your palm as you walked across the empty parking lot, your dingy car left on the other side. The forest loomed at the edge of your vision, a wall of shadows that seems to lean closer the longer you look at it. The lamp flickered once, then twice, as if unsure of its purpose.

She’s not hard to miss, sat on the weathered bench beneath the light, her silhouette fragile against the darkness. Her face is pale, almost ghostly, and her eyes—a vivid, unnatural red—glint like dying embers. Old tears tracks carved glistening paths down her cheeks, catching the light like molten silver. You stopped mid-step, unsure whether to approach or retreat. This was something completely new to you. Rio was never one to let her emotions spill out, never the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, her true form bare for all to see. With you, especially, she was a fortress: stone walls, guarded gates, and windows so shuttered even the light struggled to slip through. Your time together had always been private, locked away behind closed doors and tangled in the heat of shared breaths and whispered sighs. It was nothing serious—that had been the deal from the start. No expectations. No promises. You’d both agreed to keep it light, easy, uncomplicated. It worked for her, and you thought it would work for you, too. After all, you weren’t exactly searching for a fairy tale with a happily-ever-after. But Rio had a way of upending expectations without even trying.

To you, she wasn’t just beautiful—though she obviously was. It wasn’t just her sharp jawline, her dark, stormy eyes, or the way her lips curved when she was amused. It was how she moved through the world: always untouchable, always unbothered, and entirely herself. Rio was the kind of woman who could make you feel insignificant and seen all at once. You told yourself it was harmless, that the smirk she gave you when you made her laugh didn’t mean anything. That the way she pulled you into her arms each night, her hand firm on your wrist, wasn’t your undoing. But oh, how wrong you were. She’s not the type to play fair, and you knew that from the start. Still, you let her draw you into her world, a place where shadows whispered secrets and the nights stretched endlessly. Every time she tilted her head and smiled at you, the world narrowed until it was just her, framed in smoke and fleeting light.

You weren’t supposed to fall for her. You should’ve listened to her warning. But you’ve always had a reckless streak, haven’t you? Life, after all, has a funny way of dancing with Death herself. And to you? She’s never been more beautiful.

“Go away.” she said, her voice stripped of its usual playfulness. The sharpness of her tone stung more than you’d like to admit, being the first you had heard from her in a century, but you stayed put, feet rooted to the cold pavement. She’s sat there, trembling, her arms wrapped tightly around herself like they could somehow block out the chill setting in her bones. Her shoulders hunched forward, defensive and small, nothing like the powerful witch you once knew.

Without thinking, you untangled the scarf from your neck. The soft beige fabric still holds the faintest trace of warmth as you gently draped it around her shoulders. She doesn’t resist, but she doesn’t thank you either. Her dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, just for a moment, guarded and unreadable, before dropping back down to her pale hands. Those hands clasped together tightly, her knuckles white from the effort, as if she’s trying to trap the heat that’s rapidly escaping her. You sat beside her on the bench, closer than she probably wants, until your knees press together. She doesn’t move away, but her silence felt heavier than the night air. Carefully, you reached out, cupping her cold fingers in your hands. They’re frozen to the touch, long and elegant as always, despite the way they’re trembling slightly, itching to flee from your touch, and yet, desperate for the heated comfort.

“I don’t have any gloves,” you murmured, a poor excuse for an explanation. Not that it matters. Your hands were always warmer than hers and always managed to make their way into hers.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. Her shoulders softened, just barely, and you think you might feel her fingers shift slightly against yours, hope you might feel her palms twist to wrap her fingers around yours.

But she didn’t.

“You shouldn’t…” she started, her voice quiet, fragile, but the words trail off into the cold.

You shouldn’t be here.

“I know,” you said softly, cutting her off. “But I am.” You saw the look in her eyes—the shift of calm waters against the storm brewing beneath her tightly clenched jaw, her ragged breath betraying the composure she so desperately tries to hold.

“Rio, what’s wrong? Where’s Agath—”

Before you could finish, she snatched her hands from yours as though your touch had burned. The abrupt movement knocked you against the back of the bench, as if she had actually pushed you away. Without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed off, her pace frantic, shoulders trembling. “Rio? Wait!” Your voice cracked as you called after her, your legs already moving to close the growing distance, “Rio, please! What’s happen-“

”Shut up,” Rio spat over her shoulder, her tone cruel enough to freeze the words in your throat. But as she glanced back, her eyes betrayed her; and there lied the truth. Her cheeks glistened in the dim light, a fresh stream of tears cascading down her face like a quiet admission of defeat. “Rio,” you said again, softer this time, cautious, of the wounded woman.

“Don’t call me that,” she hissed, her voice shaking. “Don’t say it like that.”

You know what she meant.

Don’t say it like you care for her.

Like you’re in love with her.

Her steps faltered, and she turned to face you fully, her arms crossing over her chest like armor hastily thrown up against your probing gaze. She looked like she wanted to fight you, to lash out and drive you away as she hid herself behind walls, but the anger in her eyes was tempered by something else—something fragile and crumbling. That part of her soul she had shared with you once before. This wasn’t the first time you’d witnessed Death’s cruelty, the way it tore through lives and left people hollow. You had seen it before, but this time, you weren’t going to let it win. Not with her.

“Don’t do that,” you whispered, stepping closer, nimble fingers hesitating, waiting for the slightest indication she’ll let you in, for the remnants of her walls to fall down.

“Don’t hide from me, Rio.”

Her breath hitched at the sound of her name. The way it left your lips felt like a one last touch, one last plea, one last kiss. For a moment, you thought she might lash out again, her walls snapping shut, impenetrable. But then something shifted. Her shoulders sagged, the fight draining out of her like a tide retreating from the shore. She stared at your hand, her eyes flickering between your outstretched fingers and your face. You don’t wait for her to make the first move, hands pulling her face into the crook of your neck, her shuddering breath warm against your skin. Her whimpers are quiet, but they echoed loud into your chest, her heartbeat rapid and raw against yours.

You heard her muffled words against your skin, faint and broken, and pulled her away just enough for your eyes to meet. Your thumbs brushed against her wet cheeks, coaxing her to speak again, though the tremble in her lips warned you of the weight of what she was about to say. “She’s gone,” she whispered, voice cracking under the pressure of holding herself together. You tightened your hold on her, pulling her closer as though your arms could shield her from the grief threatening to consume her. Your hands continued their futile attempts to wipe away her tears, even as fresh ones cascaded down. You pressed your forehead to hers, a silent plea for her to keep going, though you knew a part of you already dreaded what she would say next, of what really happened to those close to Death.

“I killed her.” The words ripped from her lips in a guttural sob, the kind that seemed to tear her apart from the inside. She collapsed into you, her weight nearly buckling your knees as she clung to you with desperate force. Her face buried itself into your neck, her tears soaking through your shirt as she poured her anguish into you, her cries now raw and unrestrained. You stood firm, steadying her as best as you could despite the waves of emotion raging between you, and for the grieving woman before you. Your hand found her dark curls, stroking them in soothing motions, while the other rubbed slow circles against her back all the way to her neck. “I’m sorry,” you murmured over and over again, your apologies feather-light against her crown. They felt insufficient, hollow even, but they were all you had to offer.

You weren’t entirely sure of the relationship between Agatha and Rio. She had never explained it fully, and you had never pressed her. From the outside, you had assumed it was similar to your relationship with Rio—intimate in a way that didn’t require a label but never crossed certain boundaries. But then you started to notice things. The way Rio’s eyes lit up whenever Agatha entered the room, as though her very presence ignited something within her. The subtle changes in her voice when she spoke to Agatha compared to you—softer, warmer, tinged with something more. And the way she leaned into her touch, like it was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. The only thing worth spending an eternity on this plane for. You had tried to dismiss it at first, the ignorance extending beyond your grasp, but now, holding her like this, the depth of her devastation told you there was more to it. Agatha wasn’t just someone Rio cared about—she was someone Rio loved, the only person she ever truly loved.

Rio’s sobs continued to shake her tall frame, and you held her tighter, even through your own suffering, as flashes of your last moments together crashed into you. It all made sense now. The distance. The arguments that spiraled out of nowhere. The way she’d simply disappeared, leaving you with questions that burned like open wounds, and a heart wounded by her cruelty.

She had fallen in love.

She had fallen in love with someone else.

The thought sliced through you again, sharper this time, and you had to fight the urge to pull away. To protect yourself. To let the hollow ache in your chest guide you into a defensive shell. Instead, you stayed. You held her. Because even if her heart had chosen someone else, yours still belonged to her. And you wanted to say something, anything that could offer solace. Words teetered on the edge of your tongue—a joke to lighten the air, a reassurance that she’d be okay, a confession, never able to see the light of day, that you’d buried deep for so long you weren’t sure it could ever surface. But the words lodged in your throat, too heavy, too tangled with your own grief.

So you stayed silent. This wasn’t the first time you had carried her pain over yours, and you suspect it won’t be the last. Her tears soaked through your shirt, hot and unrelenting, and her sobs turned to shuddering gasps. She clung to you as if you were the last solid thing in a world crumbling beneath her feet. And maybe, you were. Right now, you’d be whatever she needed. You pressed your lips against her cold cheek, arms still wrapped around her trembling form, “I’m here. Always.”

Even so, you couldn’t offer her what she sought, the life she once had with Agatha. That kind of love was never yours to give, never wanted by the woman in your arms. Death was never yours. But you knew you could offer her this: the steady, unwavering presence of someone who cared.

Someone who has and will always love her.

[therunawaykind]

I'm not ready to let you go

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 234

Genre: Angst & fluff

Warnings: mentions of some blood

A/N: This is just a fun lil spur of the moment thing I did a few weeks ago that @cuinaminute229 and @writing-house-of-m made persuaded me to do/write even though it wasn't gonna get posted because it was so short but enjoy it nonetheless!

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“Y/N you- you can’t do this to me.” Wanda struggles to catch her breath as tears run down her cheeks pressing her hands down against your stomach, watching the blood slowly seep through your shirt as it also starts to stain Wanda’s hands. 

Staring up at Wanda you slowly place your hand against her cheek running your thumb across her cheekbone, attempting to smile up at her warmly. “I know, I know I’m sorry I’m doing this to you.”  

Wanda chokes out a cry as she places her head against your chest sobs racking through her body, as she keeps the pressure against your wound. 

Cautiously you sit yourself up placing one last kiss on the top of Wanda’s head as you wrap your arms around her in an attempt to comfort her in your final moments.

That’s when you suddenly hear claps as the lecturer exclaims “That’s amazing guys, that’s perfect! This play is gonna be great once we get to perform it for the public.” 

You let out a breath as you let your head fall back against the floor, both you and Wanda grinning at each other. Simultaneously you both lean in and place a peck on each other's lips. Wanda places her hands in yours as she helps you up off of the floor and immediately places her arm around your waist as she cuddles in close to you. 

[family-house-of-m]

Thank you @fandomnerd9602 for the tag!

🦇 Relationship Status: Single

⚰️ Favourite Colour: Black or Green

🦇 Song Stuck in my Head: Adele - Set Fire to the Rain

⚰️ Last Song I Listened to: Kali Uchis - Moonlight

🦇 Last Thing I Googled: Knock at the Cabin

⚰️ Dream Vacation: Japan

🦇 Anything I Want: Don’t challenge Death to a pillow fight. Unless you’re prepared for the reaper cushions.

Tagging (no pressure): @mirrorballwn @cuinaminute229 @therunawaykind @veronika-y @druggedduck @nervous-queer @women-am-i-right

[family-house-of-m]

@cuinaminute229 Is this you?

Recent thoughts. I wish i had a photo, but the oncoming lane faces the booth and i haven't been able to snap one while driving. Texas is wild.

[ageofevermore]

ACCIDENTAL

SUMMARY — after a battle, you begin to wonder if all you’re meant to do is suffer, or if maybe, it was all accidental

AUTHORS NOTE — i forced @cuinaminute229 to give me a prompt (what if i told you none of this, was accidental), and then incorporated a road trip into this so enjoy the mess that it is! i wrote this in a lecture so if there are any minutes, no there aren’t

The lavender haze that settled around the compound brought peace to your mind. The days had only been getting longer since the last alien invasion you’d save New York City from, and despite the medals you’d won and magazine articles describing your heroics and praising you for your bravery, nothing felt lived up to enough to even calm your mind and save you one night of traumatic nightmares that wake you up with panting and cold flashes routinely.

You’d not been affected by a battle like this since Sokovia. Then, for almost an entire year, your nights were plagued with the echoing screams of Wanda calling for her brother. You jumped at every slammed door and couldn’t wash your hands or take a shower without thinking the water you dipped your body in was the blood everyone lost. Fury retired you from combat for seven months, Maria called your personal cell three times a week just to make sure your head was above water at the bare minimum, Natasha didn’t leave your side. For an Avenger, you were entirely human. But for a human, you were entirely too selfless. You were the heart of the team, the one who bore the most emotion, who thought of the innocence lost every time an invasion struck and children lost parents, parents lost kids, and those who were just lucky enough to lose nothing watched as everyone else lost everything. Nobody ever won, and you took it upon yourself to feel that hurt for them, because maybe, if you’d done something differently, if you’d acted quicker, or with more clarity, you might’ve been able to save somebody a funeral, or a house, or a car. Maybe if you’d been different, things wouldn’t be so bad.

Outside of being an Avenger, Natasha Romanoff was many things. She was careful, incredibly so, but even more than that, she was adventurous. After battles like Sokovia or New York, the first thing the Widow made priority of doing was submerge herself in change. When asked, she would never be honest about how much these battles left her wounded inside, but you knew the truth. You knew her like the back of your hand, and you knew the reason she was so eager for something different was because she didn’t want the remnants of who she was before a war suffocating how much she’d changed after it. If it was anything from dying her hair another color or cutting it all off, she was completely erasing who she was before from her appearance. She was all about new beginnings, and with all she’d overcome, you had no qualms about getting used to blonde hair, short hair, red hair, long hair.

This time was different though. Although her hair had been chopped a few nights ago, something in Natasha still craved for a new beginning. Her skin itched with the thought of how many lives had been lost, but mostly, her heart bled watching you suffocate in this city. The both of you needed out for a little, the both of you were so destroyed by selflessness that it left you nothing more than empty shells of lovers. Devoting your life to everyone else left so little time for devoting life for yourself and her, and maybe it was time to reclaim the moments you had left. If being an Avenger had forewarned you of anything, you’d learned how fragile life is.

Natasha left the bedroom hours ago, muttering something beneath her breath in russian. It was endearing, but you were too sedated by sadness to smile the way you would’ve under lighter circumstances. The sunset was lavender around the compound, and something about the gentle purple sky with impulsive strokes of blue and pink painted around the clouds let your mind wander from bloodshed to warmer days. It was the first time in weeks you hadn’t been paralyzed by PTSD.

The hinges on the door creaked as Natasha came back into the bedroom, arms adorned in blankets and snacks. Your eyes creased, watching her silently scramble around the room until she found the two duffle bags that stayed folded in the bottom of your closet until there was a mission that pulled you away for weeks. The white embroidering of ‘Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division’ is beginning to fray from the long term heavy duty use, but you have no idea why Natasha would need them now. The both of you had been laid off pending clearance from your appointed trauma counselors. If Fury didn’t play with two things, it was his favorite girls, albeit Maria, but she was usually safer off then you both.

She rustled through your closet and dresser drawers, folding odd articles of clothing and placing them in the duffle bags without consulting you on her motive. When she moved onto her clothes, you saw her brow pinch. She looked over you with flushed cheeks, nodding silently before moving on to grab shoes and chargers and shoving them into the duffles as well.

“You have my favorite hoodie on.” She mumbled neither to you or to herself, just stating what she’d discovered now that she’d finally come out of her head enough to analyze you. The both of you had been on autopilot for weeks, right next to each other but not even in the same room. “Let's go.”

You frowned, hugging the white comforter tighter around you while pulling your knees into your chest in a protective ball. “What?” You cocked your head to the side, a horrible habit that you’d picked up from Wanda after so many nights playing card games and cooking in the Tower. You hadn’t done so much of that since moving into the compound, but things had changed exponentially since then. It seemed one of you was always traumatized.

“We’re going on a road trip. Then Yelena’s picking us up. Melina renovated the cabin. We’re getting out of here.” Natasha didn’t give you any room to pose an argument. Her words were clear, and the direct edge to her words meant she wasn’t about to let you object. Just like you knew her, she knew you. Maybe you weren’t as inherently outgoing as she was, but you were always down to tag along.

“We can’t just leave.” You rebutted, grabbing her hand overtop of the duffle bag. Her skin was clammy, cold to the touch, trembling with anxiety that would’ve been untraceable had you been anyone else. You read her better than you read a third grade level chapter book.

She cocked an eyebrow, matching your curious head tilt that was meant to be threatening but came off as nothing but almost childish innocence. You could never be threatening to her, despite wielding knives and guns, and being marked with scars from battle where you’ve killed. She could never see you for any of that, just like you could never see her for an assassin. You were just Y/N and Natasha when alone together, and maybe that’s why you worked so well. “Why not?”

“What if-”

“They need us? The world ends? Haven’t we done our part, Y/N? Don’t we deserve a few weeks away from a city that's painted with blood?” Natasha climbed onto the bed, sitting on her knees in front of you. Tears filled your eyes, your heart hammering in your throat, it was like the world faded around you. What if something happened when you were gone? What if somebody needed you? They’d blame you so easily if you weren’t there. All your work in saving the city once would be undone in seconds. How did you get here? In a circumstance that left you paralyzed between choosing yourself and your girlfriend and choosing the lives of innocence?

“What if this is all we’re meant to do, Nat. What if none of this is accidental.”

“We’re meant for more than laying in bed unable to sleep because all we can hear is gunshots, because when we close our eyes all we see is people dying. We’re meant for more than panicking anytime our skin gets wet and thinking its blood, for mentally preparing for an attack anytime we turn a corner, for being scared of the dark in our twenties. We’ve done our part. We’ve made up for all the wrong we’ve been forced to do in life. You have to forgive yourself at some point. The world has forgiven you. I’ve forgiven you. You were never meant to be treated so harshly by the world, this was never meant to be your full purpose.” Natasha reaches out to brush a tear from your cheek, smiling her own watery smile at you as she tries not to cry. She’d never have forgiven herself if it weren’t for you, but she’d go to great lengths to make sure you understood how much nobody blamed you for your past.

“What if i’m not ready to forgive me?” You leaned into Natasha’s hand, grabbing onto her wrist to keep it there, comforted by her skin on yours, despite it being clammy and cold.

Natasha shook her head, tears falling from her eyes despite trying to keep them at bay. “I’ll do it until you’re ready.”

[therunawaykind]

The Hope Of It All

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none?

A/N: So...ehh surprise? I don't really know what this is but my dear friend @cuinaminute229 wanted me to write a fluffy lil "drabble" for Wanda because I had some wine on this fine Easter day. She gave me the prompt "you give the best hugs" and my brain came up with...whatever this is. It's not my most creative or original work but for a fun lil "drabble" I like it. I say "drabble" because I feel like it exceeds drabble length but anyways. I hope you enjoy and maybe hopefully I'll see you all soon!

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When it came to you and Wanda the Avengers considered you both very close…. though to you, you were quite satisfied on the sidelines cheering and supporting your best friend happily as she ventured into her new relationship with Vision. All had been going well between the two of them and you. You had heard stories before about how people usually end up losing long-term friends once they get into relationships, luckily that didn’t apply to you or Wanda and when it came to Vision the two of you weirdly enough got along well much to Wanda’s liking also. 

Wanda and Vision tried to keep the tensions and cracks of their relationship out of the public eye within the Avengers tower, though it seemed to get increasingly difficult for Wanda when it seemed like Vision wasn’t fully taking in or listening to what she was actually saying. You knew Wanda wasn’t particularly fond of physical touch from people unless it was from someone she was in a relationship with, so as much as you would’ve liked to comfort her in the way you prefer you couldn’t. The most you could do was sit in the same room as her after a tense fight watching her sitcoms with her and just enjoying the meaningless conversations, comments and laughs due to the sitcom. Knowing the other Avengers hours earlier had heard the slamming of doors and muffled yells.

It all seemed to come to fruition once the Sokovia Accords were brought up and discussed. Of course, there was a spilt and divide throughout the whole team….that also included a divide between one of the only….if not the only couple within the Avengers compound….the compound’s dear Wanda and Vision. Quickly after that due to you siding with Captain America which in turn included Wanda, you tried your best within that short amount of time to support her and help her through this tumultuous time where her and Vision’s relationship was basically undefined were they both still together, were they not no-one knew. 

As much as Wanda kept up her strong facade throughout all the uncertainty of her relationship and the betrayal she felt from Vision for siding with Iron Man. Whilst you knew the current plan for Wanda was that she was going to Scotland specifically Edinburgh to hide out for a little while after the mess of accords. You knew the initial plan was for her and Vision to go, however, you knew that you couldn’t leave Wanda go alone in her rather fragile state even if she claimed repeatedly that she was fine and wouldn’t need anyone.

So you knew you had to go about this wisely. 

You aided Wanda with the last few things she needed to be packed, whilst she got ready everything she needed in the bathroom to start the process of dying her hair, to fully embrace going incognito and into hiding in a sense. Wanda felt much more comfortable with you aiding her in that process as well as it was known throughout the compound you had a history of dying your own hair or helping others dye theirs. As you sat Wanda down and started to apply the bleach, you took a deep breath and looked at her through the mirror softly muttering to her “Wands I’m coming with you, as much as you tell the others you’ll be fine on your own as your best friend I can’t allow that. I know you need someone with you in this weird changing time of going from being in a relationship to being single and especially going to live or at least spend some time in a new country with no one you know.”

You pause briefly and take a deep breath before you say the next part “And I- I don’t want you going through that by yourself….alone all over again. I already have the majority of my things packed, I just need to add the small little things.” 

As you finally got the courage to look at her in the mirror again you smirked as you saw her typical big grin with teary eyes. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to come with me Y/N/N.” You reciprocated a quick smile and patted her shoulder, keeping in mind her dislike for physical affection outside of relationships, not taking notice of how she relaxed ever so slightly under your touch. 

Finally, once you both were settled where you both were living in Edinburgh Wanda was adamant on you both taking a small walk around the area just to get accustomed to where you now would be living….for who knows how long. Once you both walked into your home that night and relaxed fully into the new living space, as time went on you could slowly see the facade Wanda had up slowly crack and disappear, seemingly all the events and changes now in her life had finally caught up to her, both knowing she wouldn’t be able to hide her true feelings and emotions from you. 

Deciding to give Wanda a lil bit of space you walked into the kitchen area deciding to make teas for the both of you before trying to get Wanda to discuss and talk this out with you. As you were entering back into the room again holding the two mugs of tea, the sound of soft sniffling could be heard coming from Wanda as she sat on the sofa with the soft crackles of the fire beside her after being lit with the soft murmurs of music playing in the background. 

Exhaling as you sit down beside Wanda hearing her desperately trying to hide her sniffles and tears. You sigh as you lean forward placing the mugs on the coffee table, turning your head ever so slightly to look at the side of Wanda’s face. The outline of her face is highlighted perfectly by the light coming from the fire. Going against what you know and Wanda’s dislike you open up your arms in a silent invitation for Wanda to reciprocate and quite clearly get the affection she needs right now. Wanda’s eyes glance at you from the corner of her eyes and move briskly around the room before she finally decides to lean into your hug and wrap her arms around you. Both inhaling deeply and taking in the comfort in the affection you both unknowingly desperately needed from your best friend. Basking in the scent of the other not knowing it would end up becoming more and more of a regular occurrence. 

After a few moments of none of the two of you saying anything you hear a slight murmur come from Wanda “Y/N/N you give the best hugs.” 

Neither of you realising that exact moment was the thing which was going to change the relationship between the two of you forever. Nothing was ever going to be the same again….yet everything was going to be exactly the same. 

[alexia-redacted]

@cuinaminute229 dis u?

teal and orange truly is the greatest color combo in the world. like name one better combo

[family-house-of-m]

Tagged by @callowaystrickfoot to post 8 TV shows to get to know me better

I'm not good at picking favourites for anything but I made an attempt

Tagging: @cuinaminute229 @nameforthemain @nctxrejects @anotherthatswhatshesaid @dirtyvulture @dazzlinglybitter @chelleztjs18

[algeasworld]

Hey there! I have been searching for the author of a ff story called "Starving for the sun", set in Twilight. The author and your account share a username so I wondered if you're the same person? I loved reading that story, hanahaki is one of my favourite tropes and your chapters have a poetic appeal, to me at least. Hope everything is alright ❤️

omg hello! I dont usually check this account so I'm sorry if this is super late! Yes you are right, I am the author for that fic and I'm so glad you like it! Been going through some writers block so I haven't really written anything lately but I do have the next chapter almost halfway done! I do plan on updating it this year hopefully 😅

If you want to send any questions about it I'll be happy to answers them!

This account is actually not my main one but I do have @cuinaminute229 where I'm pretty active!

[dazzlinglybitter]

@family-house-of-m tagged me to show 8 TV shows to get to know me. this was harder than it should've been

Gonna tag: @mirrorballwn @cuinaminute229 @vancityfire13

[imagine-knowing-a-name]

Thank you to @sapphosclosefriend for the tag :)

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

You sighed. “Ever the affectionate, Natasha.”

short one lol

Tagging: @mirrorballwn @the-fandom-abyss @smalls-words @writing-house-of-m @alexia-redacted @cuinaminute229

[ageofevermore]

FELL SWOOP

SUMMARY — after wanda, it feels like the only thing you’re capable of being is angry. but for natasha, it feels like she’s lost both her partners in one fell swoop

PAIRING — wandanat x reader

WARNINGS — canon infinity war events, grief, anger, hurt/comfort, maybe slightly angsty

AUTHORS NOTE — @cuinaminute229 gave me the prompt for this, and @family-house-of-m was definitely there also.

PROMPT — let your anger run its course but don't let it eat away those feelings you're using it to hide

You were angry at the world. What reason did it have to take everything from you? To strip you of the family you’d found and the friends you’d loved? How could it leave you in the ruins of your romance only to feel your heart bleed in her absence?

It wasn’t fair to Natasha. Your remaining girlfriend. But since the snap, since Wanda, you were a shell of yourself. Natasha had changed too, but nowhere near the state of you. It worried her. You couldn’t sleep in bed with her anymore, you couldn’t sleep period. Any time you closed your eyes the reflection of Wanda turning to dust haunted you. It chilled your bones so cool you were curious if they’d become brittle enough to wither away like she had. You wished they would. You prayed to a god that you didn’t believe in to leave this fucked up world behind without being the one to wield the blade.

You couldn’t leave Natasha though, some part of yourself, buried deep behind your anger, knew that. You loved her first. Before Wanda found herself into your dynamic, it had only been you and Tasha against the world, you needed her all the same as you did then, but now something felt off. Something felt eternally changed. You wanted to care for her, to hold her in bed when she cried like you knew she did, but all you could feel was a blinding rage that brought you back to the feelings you tried so hard to escape as a teenager.

Natasha had had enough of your elusiveness. You shrugged away from her embrace when she came up beside you, shut down conversations faster than she could build them, snapped when she just wanted to feel like she wasn’t as alone as she felt. You’d been a horrible partner, but she could understand. She just couldn’t let it tear you apart any longer.

“Malysh.” She started, learning her slim body against the kitchen door frame to stop your retreat back to the guest room. Her arms were crossed across her belly, pushing her boobs up and together in what was, Wanda’s favorite black tanktop. Your heart sank to your feet, a lump formed in your throat. The world became blurry with salty tears you’d been keeping at bay for hours, but you knew, that if she were here, if she were standing in the golden light of sunset in the kitchen with you and Natasha had walked in like that… you knew it would only be minutes before the three of you were tangled limbs in a sweaty bed. Now, not even a spark of desire lit the flame in your belly. Now all you wanted was for the ground to swallow you hole. “Look at me. Don’t leave. Malysh.”

“Let me pass.” Your words were calculated, hard. They were sharp enough to cut her, but they didn’t. Not when she could see the ocean in your eyes ready to fall over the edge and the quiver in your chin like a terrified bunny. You were never really as mean as you tried to come off. You were her soft girl, her sensitive partner, the fraction of your trio that cried of the slightest thing. Wanda had said she wanted to bubble wrap your heart and protect it forever, how would she feeling knowing she’s the one who broke it.

“Solnishko.” Natasha dared to step closer, to break the routine she’d allowed you to create of just backing down for the sake of giving you space. She couldn’t give you space anymore. She took the bowl of pasta from your hands, set it on the island, and pinned you so close between her body and the countertop that you could feel her heart beating. “I know that you’re hurting. I know that you’re angry. I am too. But you can’t live like this. Let your anger run its course but don't let it eat away those feelings you're using it to hide. Come back to me. Talk to me. Be mad about it with me. Let me hold you in bed, and wash your hair in the shower. We lost her, I know how much that hurts angel and no amount of time will ever fix that hurt. But, I lost you and her all in one day.” The oceans that were in your eyes spilled over your cheeks like a waterfall, and that was all it took to break you entirely. Everything you’d been holding in since you’d watched the love of your life turn to dust poured out of you in pathetic sobs and whimpers, and yet Natasha held you through it all.

For the first time since the Avengers won and you lost, you allowed yourself to feel the grief and sadness that your anger had suppressed. In Natasha’s arms, the smallest piece of your heart started to beat again.

[therunawaykind]

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I posted 896 times in 2022

363 posts created (41%)

533 posts reblogged (59%)

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I tagged 892 of my posts in 2022

#wanda maximoff - 331 posts

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#natasha romanoff - 259 posts

#natasha romanoff x reader - 251 posts

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#dom’s queue - 112 posts

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#natasha x reader - 94 posts

#wanda maximoff imagine - 80 posts

Longest Tag: 32 characters

#incorrect stranger things quotes

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Natasha: Wanda, what do you value about Y/N?

Wanda: They’re thoughtful. They pick flowers and bring them to me.

Wanda: Often they’re ones I’ve just planted, but…

Y/N: That’s how I know they’re fresh!

698 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#4

Yelena: When did your mom say she was going to pick you up?

Kate: She’s not.

Yelena: Why?

Kate: Because I told her you asked me to spend the night.

Yelena: I didn’t ask you to spend the night.

Kate: Well you should, ‘cause I’m not leaving.

755 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#3

Natasha: [to Y/n] What’s in the box? A robotic girlfriend?

Y/N: I don’t need a robotic girlfriend. I guarantee you, twenty years from now, I’ll be Wanda’s second spouse.

Wanda: What happened to my first spouse?

Y/N: Nothing you can prove.

838 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#2

[A woman is flirting with Y/N]

Wanda: Um, hi. Miss.

The Woman: What?

Wanda: They have a girlfriend.

The Woman: I don’t see her.

Natasha: Turn around.

[Woman turns around]

Natasha: Now you see her.

1,086 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Yelena: My god, I hate her.

Natasha: Me, too.

Yelena: You’ve no idea who I’m talking about.

Natasha: Solidarity, sister.

1,217 notes - Posted April 21, 2022

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