#exclusivitymajor

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

i’m dying to see piet and y/n meet

he’s gonna be so wary and rude i have a feeling

DEFINITELY not writing this right now...

[themidnightcrimson]

i cant find your masterlist even tho changed my settings 😭😭😭

idk how to fix that :( tumblr STILL has not responded to my appeal to have the label removed. if they dont fix it i may have to find a way to make a new masterlist post which will be so difficult bc of the 5,000 fucking links on there

[jeyramarie]

no cause like… i’m coming back from retirement 👀

yelena fics, coming soon..

yelena taglist: @evansmermaid @ilovefandoms102 @imfuckinggenius @yasmina-aesthete @yelenabelovv @halsmultibitch @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @daniescady @ilovewinter101 @s1ut4nat @nebulablakemurphy @wandanatvoid @lavendernonsense @theshippergal @kacka84 @trin-berly @sav06nat @an-evergreen-rose @exclusivitymajor @wandaswifeyforlifey @loomontoia @m-zne237 @zombies1ayea @simping4wanda

@thunderbnews: The first trailer for Marvel Studios’ ‘THUNDERBOLTS*’ 💥

[wmarximoff]

helllooo :)) any plans to continue i wanna be somebody (somebody to you) over on this blog?? you should repost prev chapters here and continue if you are still interested in writing in that realm; i’m absolutely hooked on it

funny i was just thinking about it just now i swear fjdjdkdk

honestly i do have plans to both repost the fic on this blog and eventually finish it (there is a very important part of the story to come at the end) but it's a considerably laborious process that requires a certain amount of time to do (something i'm missing right now), but... it's a project for the future, i swear. don't lose hope just yet!

[nocteverbascio]

hi can u do “Is that my shirt?” or “You look really tired” for sansaery pls

Sansa rubs her eyes and looks at the clock. It’s 3:14am. She curses at herself because she’s got an 8am with one of the strictest TAs in the world. Perhaps the entire universe. She really needs to sleep if she’s going to make it through the hour of recitation without falling dead asleep. Jon’s fallen asleep in class with her and she’s narrowly missed the marker being thrown at him. The marker would definitely hit her. 

Ugh. She groans and pulls herself out of her chair. Half of her calculus homework isn’t even done yet. Her weakest subject that keeps her up at night, literally and figuratively. It’s not even due in the morning, but it takes her so long that getting a start on it early eases her anxiety. 

She stumbles out of her room to a bright living room. Her eyes shrink into squints at the light of the suite dorm. She winces audibly. 

“You look really tired.” 

The voice is unmistakably her roommate’s and it’s annoying. How can anyone sound so awake at 3 in the morning? 

“Why are you up so late?” Sansa groans as her eyes readjust to the light brighter than the desk lamp in her room. 

Margaery stands in the kitchenette with a glass of juice looking awake and beautiful. How in the world? She’s wearing a pantsuit, black ankle trousers and a black blazer with a crisp baby blue button up. Her immaculate brown hair is half up with waves down her back. 

“Mock trial practice,” Margaery sighs as she takes a big swig of her juice. “I didn’t think you’d be up this late.” 

Sansa groans. “It’s because of calculus.” 

“The big assignment?”

“Yeah.” Sansa moves to the fridge for something to drink. She wishes she could enjoy Margaery’s beautiful looks right now, but she’s too tired. 

Margaery moves aside before saying, “Oh, I have the last of the juice. Sorry didn’t think you were going to be up,” she apologizes, knowing that Sansa likes to drink something before bed. “The milk was expired.”

Sansa frowns at the unfortunate turn of events. She opens up the fridge anyway, wondering what else there is. “It’s okay,” she absently says. “Water isn’t a bad idea either.” 

Margaery touches Sansa’s shoulder to get her attention. “Here, take the rest. I can get some more after class tomorrow.” If Sansa wasn’t so tired, she’d refuse, feeling shy to share a drink with her roommate, but at this hour and the need to sleep trumps her shyness. 

“Thank you,” Sansa says tiredly as she takes the glass from Margaery. 

“If you need a tutor, I can ask Lancel if he has a slot open for his tutoring session,” Margaery offers. She tucks a stray hair behind Sansa’s ear. She strokes the rest of her hair tenderly. 

Sansa doesn’t fight it. In fact, this time around she revels in it. Thankful that she decided to room with the senior because she takes care of her well. “I’d appreciate that.”

Margaery smiles at the younger girl. “I’ll let him know. I have to go. We have to run the trial one more time.” She strokes Sansa’s hair once more. “Get some rest. Don’t get hit by Joffrey’s markers tomorrow.” 

Sansa nods, enjoying Margaery’s touch as she finishes the juice. Margaery gives her a small smile before leaving. It’s only when the door closes that Sansa leans back against the fridge, staring after Margaery, missing her already. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.” She says to the empty dorm. Maybe tomorrow she’ll say it to Margaery.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Hi omg I love your blog so much! You're truly a great writer~ I don't know if you have the time or the inspiration, but could you do a Wanda x mutant!reader where after the iconic and legendary "no more mutants" thingy, Wanda's gf doesn't survive because she needed her powers? And maybe Wanda tries to fix everything? It's totally okay if you can't, or if you need to take your time, truly. Do have a nice day!! <3 and don't forget to drink and eat, please~ and have a proper sleep schedule, too, just a reminder!

a/n: hi!! Thank you so much!! That means a lot to me ❤️Ooo i love this prompt, so much angsty angst. I have to be honest with you tho anon, i haven’t read the House of M quite yet so if anything seems off, it is because i put my faith in google…i apologize. But i think i did ok? Maybe? Anyways thank you for the reminders <3<3, i really appreciate them. I also have to apologize for the angst of this fic, i really snatched that happy ending away :/

wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor

word count: 426

warning(s): angst; major character death; not a happy ending; author might be a bit to dependent on google; not quicksilver friendly (?); short

No More Mutants

Air was sucked out of your lungs, the atmosphere around you chilling your bones. You collapsed onto the ground, clutching your chest as you stared at your girlfriend. The words she spoke resonated throughout your body, her magic stripping you of your lifeline.

No more mutants, she had said.

When Wanda opened her eyes, she examined the chaos before her. Mutants, now mortal, were mourning their lost powers, looking at her with hate. But her eyes quickly fell on you, as you crumbled to the ground. Ignoring the hostile environment around her, Wanda ran to you, gathering you in her arms. Panicked, she cupped your face, her fractured mind yelling at her.

“Y/N? Beba, what- why-”

You couldn’t speak, the energy once fueling you fading away. Your mutation is what kept you alive, without it - you were doomed. All you could do was raise a shaking hand to cover Wanda’s, one last symbol of your love.

Wanda didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t want to kill anyone, she didn’t want to hurt you. Why was this happening?

The realization hit her like a truck.

Your x-gene didn’t “activate” until you had died a few years earlier. She took away your power, reversing you to your natural, mortal state. Dead.

Wanda’s lips trembled as she planted a kiss on your forehead, almost pulling away in shock when she felt how cold you were rapidly becoming. When she did pull away, she couldn’t hold back a sob when she saw you mouthing ‘I love you’, words unable to be spoken. You squeezed her hand one last time before…

Wanda let out a scream, a blast of power radiating from her body, throwing everyone around her backwards. She pulled you into a hug, your limp body shaking with her cries.

“No, no, I can, I can fix this.” She spoke under her breath, her magic swirling around you. But before she could cast the spell, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Quicksilver looked down at his sister, a blank look on his face. Wanda snarled as she brought you closer to her, shielding your body from him.

“You told me to do this, you told me it would fix everything!”

Quicksilver just shook his head, removing his hand from Wanda.

“You did fix everything, sister. But you cannot fix this, death is not something we play with.”

Wanda’s eyes glowed a dangerous red, her power blasting her brother away from her. She let her magic flow through you once more, snarling at her brother.

“Watch me.”

a/n: ik this is super short and i am very sorry about that!! i love this prompt and enjoyed writing it, i just was afraid of messing up the lore too much but thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it! Bc of the ending, i am willing to write a part 2, if anyone would like that!

[annab-nana]

announcement

i’m doing away with a taglist!!

it’s just a lot of hassle with little payoff as not many people on it actually interact with the fic they’re tagged in so i made a library blog! the only thing that i’ll be posted on that blog is my fics right after i post them on here so if you want to be notified when i post a fic, then turn on notifications for @annab-library. i’ll probably change the form to be just tagged in blurb nights/celebrations and such but if you want to be notified of a new fic, follow that new blog. i’ve already moved all my writing over there so that all my writing is in one spot and it’s tagged a little more organized i feel like but yeah, that’s all!

tagging all my taglist people below the cut :)

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[jeyramarie]

blurb day/night/week

it’s been a while since i’ve done these but idk, i was in the mood for it 😂

thank you @woaholland​ for posting these prompts!!!

send me request, they’re open!!! i’ll answer them as quickly as i can❤️

people you can request for:

Yelena Belova

Florence Pugh

Amy March

Tom Holland

JJ Maybank

Pogues

Kiara Carrera

taglist: @obxmxybxnk​ @o-b-x​ @a-wari​ @teenwaywardasgardian​ @a-golden-sunflower-vol-6​ @x-lulu​ @jewel25 @the-unloved-person @sexualparkour​ @lust-for-pan​ @obx-direction-sos​ @its-storytime​ @ilovefandoms102​ @halsmultibitch​ @amorhollands @ilovejjmaybank​ @slutforjjmaybank @beth-winchester21 @evilcr0ne​

good life: @ilovefandoms102​ @agardenofbooks @cloverrover​ @lynlovesouterbanks​ @big-galaxy-chaos​

yelena taglist: @evansmermaid​ @ilovefandoms102​ @imfuckinggenius​ @yasmina-aesthete @yelenabelovv @halsmultibitch​ @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​ @daniescady​ @ilovewinter101​ @s1ut4nat​ @nebulablakemurphy​ @wandanatvoid​ @lavendernonsense​ @theshippergal​ @kacka84​ @trin-berly​ @sav06nat​ @an-evergreen-rose​ @exclusivitymajor @wandaswifeyforlifey​ @loomontoia​ @m-zne237​ @zombies1ayea​

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

in chapter 3 you mentioned that y/n found out about wanda’s line of business when she was accidentally present for a drug deal at a bar, is that a drabble planned? i would love to see it, protective and concerned wanda has my heart <3

SO. I have written this already, but it is less of a y/n finding out what Wanda does, and more of a first time accidentally stumbling across it thing. If that makes? There is definitely a little protective Wanda in it though.

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

heyyy it’s your biggest fan

just wondering if you have any plans to write a wedding scene chap? i think reading that would throw me over the edge in not a bad way

okay byeeee love u

Hi there!

This is definitely on my list. I'm just trying to figure out how it will work. I likely won't post it until the last chapter of silver springs so I don't give anything away😉

I will be sure to tag you in it once I post it ❤️

[themidnightcrimson]

hey i’m obsessed with everything you write

thank you for feeding us so well :,)

hey thank you, you’re so sweet🥺🥺🥺

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

unashamed to admit i check your WIP list on the daily ok

NO SHAME HERE. we're shameless and I love that someone else looks at it! The list keeps me accountable although it keeps me bouncing around wayy too much

[p-taryn-dactyl]

can you do a Wanda x Reader where reader is badly injured and Wanda finds them but its too late.. very angsty

a/n: omg anon you understand my language. i love angst so much. thank you for this request! word count: 1.4k warning(s): depictions of severe injury - blood - graphic wounds - angst - torture- ambiguous ending(?) wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor @justyourwritter69 @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @wandsmxmff note: reader has been/was kidnapped and tortured by whatever evil organization you want to envision (i was thinking the same “ten rings” that kidnapped tony in iron man bc i rewatched it today)

You didn’t know how long you had been in the cage. They kept you hidden away in a dark corner, trapped between two sets of metal walls, with one small slit for food and a semi-functioning toilet. You knew it had been days since they last “talked” with you. Your skin bore the memories. Bruises littered your skin, open cuts stung with possible infection, and your fingers aching with blinding pain from the hammer they had brought down on them.

You prayed for it to end.

The door to your cage slid open ominously, revealing the leader of your captors. You scooted as far back as possible, shaking your head over and over as he reached in a pulled you out like a misbehaving dog. He threw you on the concrete floor of the cell, placing a heel on your chest, keeping you down. You continued to sob, begging him to stop.

“Oh, does the little baby want me to stop?” His condescending voice triggered alarms in your head as one of his henchmen came forward, knife in one hand, bowl of salt in another. Your sobbing stopped as panic built in your mind, knowing what was about to happen.

“Ple..please.”

You rasped out, voice hoarse from being kept from water for so long. All the men did was chuckle as they set up. The leader removed his foot from your chest but you knew better than to run. You learned that the first day, the bullet wound in your thigh a painful reminder. He kneeled down next to you, playing with the knife nonchalantly.

“Tell me how to kill the Scarlet Witch.”

You gasped as he trailed the blade on the inside of your forearm, watching it with fear. You kept telling yourself one of these days your pain would end, either by death or rescue you didn’t care.

The Leader didn’t like your silence.

With one swift motion, he sliced into your arm, causing you to hiss at the pain. He made a hand motion at his henchman, who silently gave him a handful of salt. The Leader made direct eye contact with you as he pressed the salt into your wound, causing you to let out a howl as pain and an overwhelming stinging sensation erupted through you. The Leader smiled at you, impatient, now bringing the knife up to your cheek, while one hand continued to press salt into your fresh cut.

“Now, answer my question.”

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They tried a new tactic everyday, attempting to get you to reveal the way to kill your girlfriend. Every time you kept your mouth shut, they increased the punishment.

Today, you were in a sorry excuse for sleep, when your door kicked in, revealing The Leader and a handful of men. They injected something into your neck, immediately taking away your fight. They hung your wrists up with rope, straining your joints and painting your skin with more blood and bruises. Today, you had a bit of confidence. You glared at The Leader as he opened a box, the contents hidden from your view.

“I’m not telling you anything.”

Your voice was steadily declining, days of being unused taking it’s toll. The Leader chuckled, a dark sound which sent chills down your spine.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve gotten everything I need. Today is…” he waved his hands around, “for my benefit, for fun.”

With that, he pulled out a scalpel and a butchers knife, holding them out towards you.

“Pick.”

You merely stared at him, swallowing with a dry throat. The Leader shrugged, putting down the scalpel and lifting up the knife. He walked around you, causing your breath to increase with panic as you could no longer see him. You heard a slashing sound, your clothes being ripped from the back. Before he struck you, he whispered something into your ear.

“Since you defended your witch, you’ll die like one.”

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Wanda tore apart every base they went to, she destroyed entire buildings in her rage.

You had been taken and she couldn’t protect you. Her magic flickered dangerously through the Compound’s walls as Tony searched a grid for any signs of you. Wanda paced back and forth, wearing a hole into the floor of the lab. Natasha watched her worriedly but kept her distance at the pure anger radiating from the brunette. Tony slapped the counter in excitement, making eye contact with the witch. He merely showed her the coordinates of the last know location of your captors and she disappeared in a swirl of red. Tony and Natasha looked at each other before suiting up, a dreadful feeling sinking in their guts.

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Wanda didn’t give your captors any time to react. Once, they had a front door and multiple guards. Now, they had no door and only charred skeletons littering the ground. She stormed through the base, eyes glowing scarlet as she blasted henchmen away from her, sending them into walls with bone cracking sounds. Her magic reached out to you, calling for you, searching. Wanda knew she didn’t have to be so destructive, her magic was powerful enough without having to put on a show.

But she wanted to send a message.

She didn’t know The Leader left one of his own.

Wanda was quickly approaching giant iron doors and with a flick of her wrist, they crumbled to the ground like paper. She stepped into a dimly lit hallway, watching as a man exited one of the rooms. His hands were stained with red and he smiled at the Scarlet Witch. He spread his arms out like Wanda was a long lost friend.

“So, you finally join us. But a bit too little, too late.”

His taunting tone irked Wanda and she wrapped her magic around him, watching as something akin to fear bled into his eyes. The magic seeped into his mouth, his eyes, his nostrils before his neck was snapped to the side by Wanda’s pure anger. As The Leader’s lifeless body drooped to the ground, she noticed something about the ground he had once stood on.

It was stained with blood.

Fresh blood.

Wanda felt her magic react with familiarity and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She raced to the doorway, almost collapsing to the ground at what she saw. It was like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.

Your body lay in a pool of your own blood, your skin torn and bruised, cut and burnt. A giant gash on your stomach bled onto the floor, creating a river of red around you. Your chest was moving slowly, like every breath was a burden. Wanda collapsed onto her knees next to you, pulling you into her arms and letting out a sob when she saw your back. Slash marks covered your skin, dried blood and fresh blood mixing gruesomely. She maneuvered you gently, using her magic to ease your pain. Your eyes blinked open heavily and Wanda smiled at you, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Hi, beba, I’m here.”

You smiled before attempting to respond, your body rejecting the action, causing you to erupt in a fit of coughs and sobs. Wanda shook her head as tears began to fall, cupping your face in her hands.

“No, no, hey save your strength, I’m going to get you out of here.”

She spoke reassuringly, more for her than you. Wanda watched as you gently nuzzled her with your head, looking deep into her eyes before you closed yours, slumping against her.

“Oh no, oh no nono! probudi se dušo, molim te probudi se! Wake up baby, please wake up!”

She let sobs wrack her body as she hurried her face into the crook of your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her. She rocked back and forth on the ground, trying and failing to heal you with magic. The damage was too great.

Wanda heard the other Avengers attacking the base but she couldn’t move from her spot. She continued to rock you back and forth, not allowing herself to believe the worst. She felt Natasha, Tony, and Clint stand in the doorway of what was your cell, watching in agony as Wanda crumbled to pieces and you slowly faded away. Wanda leaned back, pressing a kiss to your forehead with trembling lips, whispering against your skin.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N, beba, don’t leave me.”

a/n: i hope this wasn’t too terrible! I love writing angst so much so i hope I delivered!! Thank you for reading!!

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Gasoline (2)

a/n: …it gets worse before it gets better; hi guys! I’m so glad that Gasoline got so much love! I decided to turn it into a three part series and I hope you enjoy this part <3 (i apologize in advance); oh fun fact, while writing this - i actually was crying bc i hate myself

warning(s): angst; misunderstandings; feelings of insecurity

wanda maximoff taglist: @astralqche @exclusivitymajor @nyx-aira

word count: 1,078

The night felt cold against you, the absence of your girlfriend filling up your mind, keeping you awake. You had taken up in the guest bedroom, the bed piled up with what felt like every pillow and blanket in the world. Yelena insisted they would make you feel better. While you appreciated the effort, the pillows did nothing to lighten your mood. After tossing and turning all night, you felt the tell tale sign of sunlight flowing in through the window, warming your chilled skin. Your body felt heavy from your lack of sleep but you dragged yourself out of bed when you heard Yelena in the kitchen. You waved at your friend in greeting before grabbing your phone from the charger on the counter, deflating a bit when you saw no notifications from your girlfriend.

“How did you sleep, Y/N?” Yelena’s voice was soft but hesitant, like she knew the answer but wished for a different one.

You shrugged. You knew the dark bags under your eyes were a dead giveaway. Grabbing your keys, you made your way to the door, pausing at Yelena’s protest.

“Whoa, where are you going?”

You turned to face your best friend, smiling guiltily.

“…back to my apartment?”

Yelena shook her head furiously.

“Y/N, you know I love you, but you haven’t even had breakfast and you…don’t exactly look the best.”

You wanted to snark back a sarcastic comment but you realized she was right. Your stomach was growling, angry that it hadn’t had dinner last night. You felt dried mascara on your lower eye lid, your make up from last night tightening your skin. Your muscles were tight and sore, you also could smell the odor being produced from your underarms. Sighing, you made your way to the barstools Yelena had at her countertop.

“Come on, I made breakfast. Eat, shower, then you can grab any clothes from my closet, I have things of every size in there. I’ll wash your clothes from last night and drop them off later.”

You sniffled and nodded, allowing Yelena to push a plate decorated by a slightly burnt omelette in front of you.

After eating, and sharing minimal conversation with your best friend, you drugged over to the bathroom, where you shed your clothing from last night. You made sure the water temperature was how you wanted it and stepped into the shower. For a while, all your did was stand under the warm stream, letting it soothe your sore, exhausted muscles. It was almost making up for loosing a whole night of sleep. The sound of knocking broke you out of your stupor.

“I’m just going to grab your clothes and make sure your have a clean towel and robe.” Yelena’s voice rose in the air like the steam coming off of your shower. You called out your thanks and heard the door shut. After seeing the fancy hair products Yelena owned, you didn’t want to know how she afforded them, you decided to treat yourself to a wash day. Your relationship might be crumbling but not your hygiene.

“Razgranala grana jorgovana Razgranala grana jorgovana.

Oj, lane, Milane, Grana jorgovana, Oj, lane, Milane, Grana jorgovana.

Pod njom sedi lepa Julijana, Pod njom sedi lepa Julijana.

Oj, lane, Milane, Lepa Julijana. Oj, lane, Milane, Lepa Julijana...”

As you sang the Serbian lullaby softly, you felt a pang in your heart. Longing. Pain. You trailed off from singing, your temporary light mood dampening once more. You rinsed out the fancy hair products and went to work cleaning your body. After you finished, you couldn’t help but smile at the smell of lilac and vanilla radiating off of you. Drying off with the soft towel Yelena left out for you, you finally looked in a mirror.

“Oh, jeez.”

You had forgotten to wash your face before showering and now you looked like an emotionally drained, tired, raccoon. Sighing, you washed your face solemnly, suddenly dreading walking out of the bathroom. When you walk out, you’ll leave the one escape you’ve had. You’ll have to face your reality. Pulling yourself together, you grabbed the robe and wrapped it around your body. Walking out of the bathroom, you made your way to Yelena’s closet, where you grabbed a sweater too big for you and some leggings. Anything that would give you the illusion of comfort. Yelena was waiting for you on the couch, your phone and keys in hand. She smiled softly at you.

“Are you sure you want to leave?”

You paused before nodding. You took your phone and keys from Yelena who was handing them towards you.

“If I don’t leave now, the fear will hold me back even longer.”

Yelena and walked you to the door. As you were leaving, Yelena called your name from her doorway. You turned to look at her.

“It’s going to be okay.”

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Wanda was not okay. You didn’t come home last night and now she watched news alerts lighting her phone up.

Magneto had lifted another stadium up from the ground again and was currently giving a dramatic monologue.

Wanda sighed, rubbing her forehead. He and Charles were probably arguing again. A message from Captain America drew her attention in, making her groan. She was being called in to calm down the drama.

“Not a good time Sam!” Wanda growled out, intent on staying home until you showed up. But with every urgent message on her phone, Wanda gave in to the mission. Hopefully, by the time she got back, you were home and she had come up with an apology speech.

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When you opened the door to your home, you choked back a sob. She wasn’t there, you could feel it. Your eye sight got blurry with traitorous tears and you stumbled your way over to the couch, where you collapsed. Wanda’s words from last night echoed throughout your mind.

“Maybe I shouldn’t come home at all, how would that make you feel?”

You felt yourself hyperventilating as you opened Wanda’s contact on your phone. You heard the line ring four times before you heard the voice mail tone. Dropping your phone, you cried, all pent up emotions spilling out with your tears. Wanda had left you alone. You had been left once again. Shaking, you curled yourself into a ball on the couch, exhaustion from last night taking over. As you slipped into a tormented sleep, one thought rang throughout your mind.

You were alone.

a/n: uhhh part 3 anyone? Ik this part wasn’t the best and I’m sorry but thank you so much for reading! (I promise, if anyone wants a part 3, we’ll see more of Wanda’s perspective then) as always, plz send in some more Wanda requests! serbian song translation:

A lilac tree has blossomed  A lilac tree has blossomed.

Hey, dear Milan, A lilac tree. Hey, dear Milan, A lilac tree.

Underneath sits beautiful Juliana Underneath sits beautiful Juliana.

Hey, dear Milan, Beautiful Juliana. Hey, dear Milan, Beautiful Juliana.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

Gasoline (3)

a/n: hi!! final part of gasoline! thank you so much for the love this series has gotten, i really appreciate it ❤️❤️

word count: 1k

wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor @justyourwritter69 @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (i am so sorry if i didn’t tag you in previous parts and you requested to be! plz send me a message if so!!)

warning(s): guys…there’s like no warnings; except for the very brief angst moment

Walking into the apartment, Wanda felt every once of the fight weighing on her. The argument she had with you, the fight with Erik and the Brotherhood, it was like an overwhelming pressure was pushing down on her. Following the dim light of the kitchen, Wanda leaned against the countertop, placing her forehead on the cool marble. She bit her lip, standing up straight, prepared to go to bed alone when she heard a mumbling noise. Immediately she felt her powers ignite in her hands, illuminating the room in a red glow. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw you curled up on the couch. A soft, relieved smile formed on Wanda’s face as she made her way over to you. Happy tears filled her eyes as she gently, as to not wake you up, sat next you on the couch. Wanda brushed your hair out of your face as you slept, content in this quiet moment with you. Slowly, with the help of her magic, she lifted you into her arms, carrying you to the bed. As she set you into bed, she kissed your forehead before snuggling in with you.

“Goodnight, beba.”

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Your eyes fluttered open, still aching from a night of crying, a familiar warmth wrapped around you. Quickly, you sat up, looking around your surroundings. You were in your bedroom, where you were positive you hadn’t been last night. Slowly, you turned your head, heart jumping to your throat when you saw Wanda curled up in the sheets next to you. In her slumber you watched her reach her arm out, her hand searching for you. When she was met with emptiness, Wanda’s eyes shot open, sitting up straight. Immediately she was face to face with you. It was like time slowed down, both of you looking into each other’s eyes, pain and apologizes shining through. Wanda spoke first, breaking the silence.

“Y/N, draga, I-” she didn’t get the chance to finish. You threw your arms around her, pushing her back against the bed as you hugged her tightly. Wanda let out what sounded like a sob, her arms returning the hug. She peppered kisses on your head as you cuddled into her shoulder. You mumbled something, making your girlfriend sit up so you were now in her lap as she cupped your face. She looked at you with an inquisitive stare. You bit your lip before answering.

“You’re still home. You came home.”

Wanda smiled but before she could answer, you were rambling, your hands flailing with explanation.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like you weren’t around enough, I understand your job I really do! I didn’t mean to ruin our moment, I just-” It was Wanda’s turn to interrupt you. With a kiss.

You sighed, melting into it as Wanda’s hands cupped the back of your head. When she pulled back, your breath caught in your throat at the amount of love radiating from her eyes.

“Y/N, moja ljubav, you did nothing wrong. I was under stress and I took it out on you, I am so so sorry, draga,” Wanda paused, her hands once more cupping your face, “I never wanted to hurt you, I love you.”

You smiled softly, bringing a hand up to cover Wanda’s, leaning in to her palm. You turned your head to kiss her hand before answering.

“I love you too Wanda,” you saw your girlfriend sigh with relief at that, something she probably wasn’t aware she was doing, “But we definitely need to have a conversation about our future.”

Wanda stilled at your words, her eyes frozen as they bore into you. She swallowed, removing her hand from your face. Her eyes broke away to look down at her hand as she fiddled with your fingers.

“Our, our future?” Her voice was shaky as she asked, scared as to what you might say. You leaned forward, making her look up. Softly, you pressed your forehead against hers as you laced your fingers with hers in a gentle grasp.

“I don’t want you to give up your duty as a hero, Dušica. But I also don’t want the lonely nights that spark fights.” You felt Wanda holding her breath as you leaned back.

“Wanda, I-”

“Please don’t leave me.” Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, her hands grasping onto your clothes loosely. You shook your head, a soft smile, sad and happy, painting your lips.

“I’m not breaking up with you Wanda, that would devastate me. I was going to say that I need you to tell me when you’re stressed because as your girlfriend I’m here to help you. I can’t move things with my mind or alter reality, but I’m always going to be here for you.”

Wanda leaned forward to press her head into your chest, trying to hide her watery eyes. You ran your fingers lightly through her hair, careful not to tug at the dark curls.

It was a nice moment, serene and peaceful. The both of you cuddled up together on the bed, fresh daylight peaking through the windows, forgiveness radiating through the air.

Wanda leaned back from the hug, giving you a peck on the lips before lifting you with her magic.

“Wanda! What are you doing!”

You laughed, the feeling of her magic tickling your skin. She lowered you into her arms after she got out of the bed, carrying you bridal style. She jokingly lifted her chin with an air of confidence.

“I’m going to make you breakfast, with my phone on silent, then we’re having a binge night. Anything you want to watch, play, do, we will!”

You laughed at your girlfriends enthusiasm, leaning your head against her shoulder as you admired her beauty.

You were safe with Wanda, a new understanding flowing between you.

Wanda knew she had a long ways to go before she truly forgave herself but as she listened to you ramble off your theories for your favorite television show, watching you with pure adoration, she knew that with your love, your forgiveness, she would never fear that constant weight again, not when she had you.

a/n: ok idk how i feel about the ending you guys…but thank you so much for reading!! I love this series more than i thought i would and im glad you guys have as well!! If you want to request one shots or dribbles in this AU, i will be more than happy to write them! As always, requests are open! I love you guys ❤️

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🎄 yelena belova + who wears the oversized scarf and hat, who wears a t shirt and skinny jeans no matter how cold it is (”DUDE ITS FUCKING -15″ “that’s WARM where I come from”) 

please this is so like her

"it's cold outside so dress for the weather." that's what you told yelena earlier when you were on the phone with her. you pulled on your hefty coat and slipped on a beanie when you heard her knocking at your door.

"come in!" you called as you skipped down the steps and went to the kitchen to grab the coffee you had made for you and her. the sound of the door opening and closing sounded throughout your apartment as did her footsteps that approached you.

"you look cozy," she stated before you turned to hand her the coffee you made. adorned in the thinnest shirt you were sure she owned and skinny jeans, your perplexed eyes scanned her figure.

"i did tell you it's cold outside, right?" you were positive you did, but sometimes you had dreams where you swore you did something when in reality, it was your brain just fucking with you.

"yeah, i know," she mentioned as her lips came closer to her cup, slurping at the coffee you'd prepared previously. "i walked here. it's a little breezy i’ll admit."

"you weren't freezing?" you asked, confused but amused as well. this woman would be the death of you.

"i have my vest, the one with all the pockets. i sat it down when i walked in," she informed you, her thumb pointing back toward your front door.

you pulled out your phone to check the weather and your eyes bulged out at the number you saw. "DUDE ITS FUCKING -15!" you exclaimed before turning your phone around for her to see.

she rolled her eyes playfully. "that’s WARM where i come from," she giggled out and her hand came to bring your head closer to her lips so she could kiss your forehead. "you are very funny, y/n."

"i'm glad i entertain you," you chuckled as you spoke. "you sure you're fine, though?"

"all good," she reassured and kissed your forehead once more. "ready to go?"

"yep."

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