#i'm slowly getting muse back for wanda

[krasnayavedma]

She hadn't been able to sleep that night. After spending some time in the company of her books instead of her thoughts, Wanda got out of bed in favor to make her favorite chamomile tea when her green eyes fell upon him, causing her to stop for a moment. She hadn't expected anyone being up at such an hour. Seeing her father awake and seemingly deep in thought, she was initially hesitant to say anything lest she bother him.

Even so, it still hadn't stopped the witch from approaching quietly after a few heartbeats and make her offer. She secretly reveled in those treasured moments of spending time with him, no matter what. Besides, she figured there couldn't be any harm in asking. The worst thing he could do was turn her away — which she almost thinks is the case when she hears his initial avoidance. It makes her wonder what was on his mind.

However, to her comfort, he agrees and she takes a breath. Wanda returns his smile and complies with his request to sit, her green eyes tired but filled with concern for her father. ❝ You should be resting, too, Pappa, ❞ she says gently. ❝ What's bothering you? ❞ Could she have used her abilities to explore his mind? Maybe. Was she going to? Absolutely not. She wouldn't dare do that to him, of all people — or her siblings for that matter. Instead, she tentatively reaches to place her hand atop of his, a small gesture to let him know he could speak his mind freely when he was ready, and she wouldn't go anywhere.

@magneticrage / continued !

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

Singin’ in the rain.

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

A/N: This fluffy goodness was inspired by Muse’s cover of “Can’t Take My Eyes off You.” (Mainly the second half of the song) I hope you enjoy! :) also there’s another A/N at the bottom, please check it out!

Translations: “Por favor, amor mio.” Please, my love.

“Yo también te amo mucho.” I love you so much too.

“Bebé.” Baby.

Word count: 896.

Masterlist.

It was the middle of the evening, on a cold, rainy day, Wanda was peacefully reading a book in her warm and cozy home when her girlfriend Y/N, sheepishly approaches the couch she's half laying on.

"Hey baby," you begin, waiting for Wanda's eyes to tear away from the pages.

"Hello detka," Wanda responds, her tone amused as she sees you standing in front of her, slightly rocking back and forth on your heels, hands behind your back as if you were a scolded child.

"It's raining," you reply, a dopey smile on your lips that causes Wanda laughter.

"Yes, it is indeed," she says teasingly.

"I was wondering, do you wanna go outside?" You say slowly, gauging your girlfriend's reaction.

"Wait, what?" Wanda chuckles, bewildered by your question.

"Yeah, do you wanna go outside with me?" You repeat again.

"Y/N/N, no, it's cold and it's raining," Wanda responds with a slight head shake.

"Please baby," you whine, "I want to dance with you in the rain," you pout, giving her your best puppy dog eyes.

Wanda sighs at the look on your face, "no, don't look at me like that, I am not going out in the rain," she says, turning her head to look elsewhere.

"Come on Max, please," you beg now, kneeling beside her, taking both her hands into yours as you try to get her to meet your eyes.

"Y/N no, what if we get sick," Wanda says softly, resolve slowly breaking as she looks at your bright eyes.

"If we get sick then we can just take care of each other," you shrug, as if it's no big deal.

"Baby..." Wanda sighs.

"Por favor, amor mio, just this once, I've always wanted to dance in the rain with someone, and seeing as you're a hopeless romantic," you say, with a teasing smirk, "I thought you'd join me without hesitation, please," you beg again, staring at Wanda with a small smile, knowing she loves when you speak Spanish, as you can definitely see her resolve breaking.

"But there won't be any music," Wanda adds as a weak excuse.

"Uh, hello, I think you forget that I am a professional shower singer, I got this babe," you say with mock offense, a hand on your chest as if you've been truly wounded by her words.

Wanda giggles softly, then releases a sigh as she stares at you, knowing that she won't say no, "okay, fine, you win, let's do this," she says, standing up from the couch and pulling you towards the door. "But if I get sick, I'm blaming you! Stupid cute puppy dog eyes and dumb Spanish," she mutters to herself as the cold air hits her and you laugh. "Okay, pop star, we're here, sing," Wanda says, rubbing her arms in attempts to keep herself warm.

You laugh at her frowning face as you pull her into you by the waist, her arms automatically going around your neck, "You're just too good to be true, can't keep my eyes off of you. You feel like Heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much, at long last, love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive, you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you," you sing softly into her ear, knowing how much Wanda truly loves your singing, as she places her head on your shoulder as you both sway in the rain slowly.

But as the song progresses, you pull away and sing the next parts loudly, dancing wildly, going the whole nine yards as if you're a rockstar. "I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baby to warm the lonely nights. I love you baby, trust in me when I say," Wanda laughs at your antics, joining in immediately, head banging as she jumps in her spot as you sing, her hands doing the rock on symbol.

"Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down I pray. Oh pretty baby, now that I've found you stay and let me love you, baby. Let me love you." You sing, holding the note as you go down on your knees, your eyes closed and hands together as if you were praying.

As soon as you finish the song, Wanda pulls you up by your hands, a laugh escaping her as she presses her lips against yours, slippery and full of laughter, which causes you both to pull away.

"I love you so much," she whispers as she looks up to you, a wide smile on her face, eyes twinkling with happiness in the moonlight.

"Yo también te amo mucho," you whisper back, kissing Wanda a few times, "but what do you say we go back inside now, I know you're cold and soaking from this rain and I truly don't want you getting sick."

Wanda nods thankfully, "yes please, it's freezing," she shivers, grabbing your hand and immediately pulling you as she walks ahead.

But you pull her to a stop and pull her into you so you can pick her up bridal style and carry her into your home, "I know and I'm sorry, but thank you so much for indulging me bebé, you've made a girl's dream come true," you say and your girlfriend laughs in your arms as you walk into your home.

A/N #2: Thank you so much for reading! I’m still getting the hang of this so if there’s anything wrong, please let me know! I know I don’t post the way other writers do, like including a summary, word count, warnings, etc. cause I can’t think of much else. But if people are okay that way then so am I, if not I can start doing that, it’s just easier for me the way I’m posting at the moment. Also if anything were to ever get like too heavy or something I will definitely post warnings and stuff! Thanks!

[tuiccim]

Though I Have Never Read It (Part 8)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 2932

Warnings: Angst, fluff, illness.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

Though I Have Never Read It Masterlist

You had slept wretchedly but still dragged yourself out of bed to go to the farmer's market. It was a sunny Saturday that made your head ache as you moved into the common room with all its windows. You go to grab a coffee and turn the corner into the kitchen to see Wanda making herself some tea.

"Hey," you say, "did you want to go to the market?"

"Oh, not this morning," Wanda says in a raspy voice, "I'm not feeling very well."

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Would you mind if I used some of your honey?"

"Yeah. Here, let me get it for you," you rush to the cabinet as if she might expire if you don't get it to her quickly enough. 

"You're so sweet," Wanda smiles wanly.

"Get some rest, okay?" You urge.

"I will. Have fun at the market," Wanda adds the honey to her tea and gives a small wave as she heads back to her room.  

You make yourself a cup of coffee and then go to the elevator to head down. Pressing the button, you get lost in thought about the talk with Bucky the night before. Your heart had wrenched when you realized he thought he had hurt you. His face had betrayed his fear and regret and all you had wanted to do was console him. You had pulled him close, partly to show him you had no fear of him, but mostly to be sure he heard and understood each word you spoke. His face had softened as you spoke and the look in his eyes had made your heart cry out for him. The tension as you’d stared into him was intense. You had wanted to pull him to you, you’d wanted to relive that night with him in your arms, but then your stomach had clenched at the emotions running through you and he gave you the perfect out to break away. Your fear of your own emotions, of trusting yourself to really care for someone, had forced you to hold him at arm’s length. 

The elevator ding and the swoosh of the doors opening broke you out of your musings. Looking up, you come face to face with Bucky. 

“Hey doll. What are you up to?”

"Oh, hey, hi. I was, um, heading to the farmer's market at the park. You?" You join him in the elevator.

"Nothing. I'd love to see the farmer's market. I've never been."

You quirk an eyebrow at him after you glance at the panel, "Is that why the button for the gym floor is lit up?"

"Um, yeah," Bucky says, sheepishly, "but the market sounds like more fun."

You laugh at his adorable expression. He really is so sweet. You wonder if your fears about him are irrational. You just don't want him to see you as the coward he found sniveling in that cabin and truthfully, you were scared of yourself at times. The truth was you had embraced Zeke’s attention. In the beginning, he had made you feel safe and cared for. It wasn’t until later that you realized how much of your freedom you had given up willingly. It had happened so slowly, so gradually, that you hadn't realized how you had let Zeke become the center of your world. If it hadn’t been for your friends, especially your best friend, you may have still been under his thumb. Even so, it had taken him saying he owned you to wake you out of the trance you had been walking in. Then you had hidden yourself away in the middle of nowhere and cowered, waiting for him to find you and drag you back. It wasn’t until Bucky showed up at the cabin that you had actually taken some control of your life. That night you had shed some of the weight of the past and found it in yourself to go back and fight. Bucky had, in some ways, saved you from yourself. He sees you as a kind stranger who had hidden herself away from the world but you want him to see you for who you are now. A survivor, intelligent, fierce, …but most of all, real. Not a dream or a hazy memory from one night. Maybe you should give him the chance. 

"I really enjoy it. It's kind of a Saturday morning tradition for me. Eva loves going when I have her. I’ve even gotten Wanda to go with me. Well, really it was Eva who got her to go.”

“That sounds like Eva,” Bucky chuckles. 

You laugh with him, “She certainly isn’t shy.”

“Are you looking for anything specific at the market?”

“Just whatever catches my eye. Usually I get some vegetables to make meals for the week,” you exit the elevator and head to the front door. 

“You’re a good cook. Steve and I haven’t stopped talking about the sausage and cabbage you made,” Bucky grins. 

You scoff lightly, “I’m decent at cooking, but thank you, I’m glad you liked it. I’ll have to make it again soon.”

“That would be really nice,” Bucky smiles at you. 

Something about the way he looks at you makes butterflies burst to life in your stomach. You smile back and duck your head before he can see your emotions written on your face. The market was buzzing with patrons as you showed Bucky around. It was nice spending time with him. Over the next week, you found yourselves together more and more often. He was easy to talk to, funny, and smart. When the next Saturday rolled around, he joined you, Eva, a fully recovered Wanda, and Natasha, who had heard about the market during dinner one night, for the trip. By the next Saturday, Steve and Sam had decided to join the group for the outing. It was almost jovial and you had really begun to feel like, not only a vital part of the team, but a part of this group of friends. It was wonderful.

You didn’t know if it was because of the reluctance you had shown previously or if he harbored some of the same fears you had held, but Bucky had kept his physical distance. A friendship had grown but he never attempted anything romantic or made any overtures. You were relieved, most of the time, but there were times you would glance in his eyes or watch his mouth that you found yourself feeling a yearning that he would. You had considered that perhaps he had decided friendship was all that he wanted but that thought wasn’t without a bite of dissapointment. 

Truthfully, the more you got to know the man, the more you were falling for him. Not the fantasy of the man in the cabin, but the reality of the man in front of you. You were comfortable with him in ways you’d never been with anyone else. At least, not since your best friend had passed. The realization prompted you to find a way to let him know that while also hoping you could discern if he felt the same. 

That Sunday night, Bucky knocked on your door to return a book he had borrowed and you two were talking as you put it on its shelf. Grabbing the next book he had mentioned he wanted to read, you turn back to see a soft smile spread across his face. 

“What?” You ask as he continues to look at you with a sweet expression. 

“Nothing,” Bucky says. 

You narrow your eyes at him and smirk, “Whaaaaaat?”

“Really, it’s nothing. Just…” Bucky trails off. 

“Just what?” You prompt. 

“I didn’t even have to ask you for the book. You just knew,” Bucky shrugs sheepishly. 

“Yeah, it’s this crazy thing called listening when people talk. You said last week you wanted to read this,” you smile. 

“But you remembered,” Bucky says softly. 

“Yeah,” you shrug, trying to hide your emotions. You felt like crying for some reason. 

“Thank you,” Bucky whispers. 

“Actually, I… I wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” Bucky asks. 

“For building this friendship with me. For getting to know me. The real me. The person I am now, not the person you met years ago in that cabin. I was… I was worried that you would only ever see me as that scared woman and I appreciate that you’ve gotten to know the real me,” you look him in the eyes, trying to gauge his response. 

Slowly, a smile spread across Bucky’s face. “I did, too. I mean, I wanted us to get to know each other, who we are now. I appreciate that you finally opened up to me, that we became friends before…” Bucky trails off and looks away as if embarrassed. 

Your heart was racing and your voice trembled as you prompted him, “Before?” 

Bucky looks deep into your eyes before exhaling a long breath, “Before I-”

Your cellphone rings, making you jump. Glancing at your phone, you see Mark’s name on the screen. Since Mark returned from his trip, he had been calling more often. You chalked it up to him being sad about his relationship ending and needing a friend. The day after the dinner he checked in with you about your chat with Bucky, since then he called at least every other day when before it was once or twice a week. It concerned you though, that he was calling you for a second time today and knowing that Eva wasn’t feeling well, you know you can't ignore the call. You glance up at Bucky, “I’m sorry. I need to take this. Eva’s sick. She might need something.”

“Yeah, of course,” Bucky takes a few steps back to allow you space. 

“Hey Ma-”

“She had a seizure,” the frantic voice coming through the phone wasn’t like Mark at all. 

“What?” You cry.

“Eva had a seizure. I didn’t want to wait for an ambulance. I’m taking her to the hospital now.”

“I’m on my way. What happened?” you asked, grabbing your things. 

“She kept saying her head hurt and she was running a fever. I gave her tylenol but the fever wasn’t going down. She just started seizing. I don’t know, I don’t know,” Mark’s voice breaks when you hear him speaking to Eva. “Hang on, Evey, hang on. We’re almost there. Daddy’s got you.”

“I’ll be there as fast as I can,” you say. 

“We’re here. I’ll call you back,” Mark hangs up. 

“Shit, shit!” You scramble to find your keys while tears gather in your eyes. 

“What’s the matter?” Bucky asks, shocking you out of your panic for a second. 

“Eva’s sick. Had a seizure. I’ve gotta go,” you stammer, running to the door. 

“Hey, hey. Let me take you. You’re in no state to drive,” Bucky says as he jogs alongside you. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you shake your head. 

“I know but I’m offering. We can take my motorcycle. It’ll be faster to get through the city,” Bucky says convincingly. 

“Okay, okay,” you follow him downstairs.

“Let’s take this one. It’s fastest,” Bucky leads you to the Kawasaki H2R, passing up his Harley. 

He was right. The motorcycle speed was insane as he careened through the streets of New York but you never felt a modicum of fear. Whether it was the adrenaline running through your veins demanding you get to Eva or your utter trust in Bucky, you never even flinched as he pulled stunts that most would consider reckless but you knew the supersoldier was more than capable. You arrived at the hospital in record time. 

Jumping off the bike, you turn back to Bucky, “Thank you. I’ll let you know something as soon as I do.”

“I can wait,” Bucky reassures you. 

“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you again, Bucky,” you turn and run into the facility. With the tracking app on your phone, you were able to find Mark quickly. He was sitting in a room with an unconscious Eva laying on the bed. She looked so much smaller than her six years with an oxygen mask covering her face and all the medical equipment crowded around the bed. Your gut clenched seeing your baby girl like that. Your voice breaks as you say her name and Mark is up, wrapping you in a hug. 

“She’s okay. She’s gonna be okay. She has to be, right?” He whispers. 

“Have they said anything?” 

“They think it was just a febrile seizure but they are running a bunch of tests. She fell asleep as soon as the room quieted down.”

“Okay, okay. That’s good. Did anything else happen today?” You ask. 

“No. She complained of a headache a lot, like I told you. After a while, I took her temp, it was 101.5. I gave her some medicine to help. She went to bed, woke up crying and yelling for me. I went into the room, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she started seizing. I turned her over, waited for it to end and then grabbed her and ran to the car. You know how it is here. Sometimes it's just faster to get in the car than it is to call an ambulance.”

“You did your best. She’s gonna be fine,” you reassure him. 

You guided him back to the chairs and sat next to him. After a few minutes, his hand found yours and you sat with them clasped for nearly an hour before a nurse bustled in. 

“What’s that?” You ask as you watch him hang a bag and connect it to Eva’s IV. 

“Antibiotics. The doctor will be in shortly,” he says curtly before hurrying out again. 

It was another two hours before the doctor stepped into the room, looking exhausted herself. She rubs a hand over her face before beginning, “I’m sorry it took so long to get to you. I was pulled into an emergency surgery.”

Mark seethes, “We’ve been waiting-” 

You stop him with a hand on his arm and a slight shake of your head. Turning back to the doctor, you say, “It’s fine. What’s going on with Eva?”

“The seizure was a blessing in disguise. She has bacterial meningitis. If you hadn’t brought her in, she could have been in real danger. Has she had a cold or ear infection?” She looks between the two. 

You look over at Mark as he answers, “Uh, yeah. She had an inner ear infection but it wasn’t bad.”

The doctor nods her head, “That’s probably where it came from. We are working on getting her a room. She needs to be monitored until we’re sure she’s on the mend.”

“So, she’s going to be okay?” Mark asks, shakily. 

“She’s gonna be fine. That seizure and your quick response probably saved her life,” the doctor reassured him kindly before taking her leave.

“She’s gonna be okay,” Mark sobs. Sitting in his chair again, he puts his elbows on his knees as he breaks down in tears, repeating the words as a mantra. 

Kneeling in front of him, you wrap your arms around him, “Yes, yes, she’s gonna be okay.”

You hold onto each other until the rush of relief passes. Separating, you manage to smile at him. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, “thank you for loving her as much as I do. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“I’ll always be here. For her and for you,” you hug him again. 

Mark nods and stares at his little girl, willing her to get better. Once things settle down, you text Bucky to let him know what was happening and then Tony to inform him you would need to be out of the office until Eva was better. Without fail, both replied offering their sympathies and asking if there was anything they could do. You were grateful to them and the rest of the team who continuously checked in over the week of Eva’s hospital stay, sent food, and made sure the room always had fresh flowers. They continued even once you and Mark had taken Eva home. You stayed with them, unwilling to leave Eva until she was completely recovered. 

Eleven days after that terrifying call, you wake up in Mark’s bed. Heat radiated against your back and you couldn’t help but chuckle, “You just can’t stay on your side of the bed, can you?”

Your question was met with soft snores and you turned over to watch Eva sleep for a minute. Slipping out of bed, you head to the kitchen to start some coffee. Mark had beaten you to it and smiled as he grabbed a second mug out of the cabinet for you. 

“How’d you sleep?” He asks. 

“Fine. Woke with the human heating pad pressed against me. How about you in your tiny bed?” You laugh. Mark had slept in Eva’s bed that night. 

“Not too bad for having feet dangling off the end of the bed all night,” Mark laughs. 

You nod with a smile as you take your first sip of coffee. After a few moments of companionable silence, you take a deep breath and say, “I really should give you your bed back. It’s probably time for me to go home. Eva’s better now.”

“You can stay as long as you want,” Mark says wistfully. 

“Thank you but it’s time,” you reassure him. 

“Well, before you go. There’s something I want to talk to you about,” Mark looks at you intently. 

“What?” you ask curiously. 

“Us.”

Part 9

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[bubblessunshinehoney]

I have a request if you don't mind. Steve Rogers constantly telling everyone to not pick favourites amongst avengers recruits but then the reader comes around. They get close to each other and eventually start dating and he very much realizes he's glad he did pick a favorite after all

Rule n1: no favourite allowed

A/N: Hey there, I'm so sorry I took so long to write this request. But between some mental health issues and physical health issues, the past months have been hard on me. I'm getting through it slowly but surely and finding my muse back. I hope you will like it!

TW: none, just fluff. Written on my phone. No beta read, English is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.

Don't be shy: reblog, comment and like !

Love,

Cloudy !

Dividers : @firefly-graphics

Steve was very clear about it: "no favourite allowed. They are recruits, agents, they are all equal".

Everything was going well, everyone was following this number one rule, even though, Sam, Nat or even Bucky had some preferences with the recruits. Then you came, and it was clear, everybody loved you.

You became quickly friends with Nat and Wanda, Sam loved to bicker with you and you could even make Bucky snort a laugh. And there was Steve, he tried to keep his distance, try to be professional.

Yes you were an amazing recruit, you will become their new best agent and of course, you got along with everybody so it was a big plus.

But Steve didn't understand what was happening in his head and his heart. You were sweet, you listened to him, carefully, following his orders, doing your best and being the best. He was proud of you, he appreciated seeing you get better to hand to hand combat, and he loved to see you get along with his friends and his family. You started to come around more in the compound and participated in every evening: movies, games, pizza nights...

He missed you when you had to go on missions without him. He didn't sleep well at night, waiting to have news about the team, about you.

On your side, you liked Steve. A lot. A all lot. He wasn't like other guys you've met. He was polite, a true gentleman...a good friend and a good mentor. You felt safe with him, you knew he would be there if you needed him, like all of the Avengers.

It was nice to have found true friends.

You knew about his number one rule and you lived to see him struggle to keep it at bay for you. You wanted him and you knew...he had a crush on you... especially after one mission where you've been hurt. You had to spend one week at the medical bay, and Steve came every day to see you, for 4 hours. Every day he came with flowers and something to eat, he gifted you some books too, knowing you loved to read, he gave you a Spotify playlist, with all his favourite music. He was blushing hard for this one, feeling like a teenager and stupid. You loved every single attention and your crush for the captain was even bigger.

"Steve...forget about this rule, it's stupid.", declared Bucky. " You're clearly falling in love with her and she likes you too. Stop being the captain for a minute and be just Steve. You deserve it."

The Captain sighed, heavily. He knew his best friend was right. He couldn't deny it anymore, you had stolen his heart in the best way, made him feel more alive than he had ever felt.

You came to the game night, like always with some pastries made by you. When you arrived, nobody was there...except for Steve, who was dressed casually but nicely, his hair was trimmed.

"Hey Cappy!", you cheered. He smiled at you.

"Hey, sweetie ", you blinked at the nickname. Never in you're 2 years working with him, he has ever given you a nickname. You loved it. You smiled and gave him the box full of pastries.

" I baked cinnamon rolls, your favourite."

He took the box from you and kissed your cheek. "My favourite", he whispered, making you shiver.

You smiled up at him and he smiled back, his eyes full of love and you blushed.

"So...its just the two of us?", you asked.

Steve smiled wider and nodded slowly. "If you want it to be just us, yes. I would love to have a date night with you."

"And what about your number one rule, captain?".

"You have the answer in your question. I'm the captain, I make the rules".

You laughed and patted his cheek, then stroked it with your thumb, making him lean into your touch. You couldn't realise that it was true. That he finally caved and accepted that...the attirance was mutual.

You got on your tiptoes, his eyes following you and you slowly pressed your lips against his. Steve kissed you back, tenderly, holding the small of your back. You felt sparkles in your chest and butterflies in your stomach, passing your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Steve held you close to him, putting the box on the table, to hug you close.

"It's not always too bad to pick up a favourite", he mumbled against your lips, making you giggle.

"Damn right, stevie".

He kissed you hard, and you gasped, holding him tight.

"Damn right, sweetie.", he answered, before kissing your nose. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

You smiled, your Steve, always the gentleman. " I would love to be your girlfriend, boyfriend."

The end !

[thiscrimsonsoul]

{out of paprikash} I know I said I would come out of hiatus today, buuuut... I think I need one more day. I am still burned out from work (which ended Saturday instead of Friday) and family visiting over the weekend (who stayed until today instead of leaving Saturday), so I don't see myself writing much tonight. Also, Wanda is super quiet right now, unlike some other muses... I'm trying to get Nuada set up over on my multi and he is... LOUD right now. He's been waking up slowly after four years of silence, and as of last night he is definitely back. I want to indulge him while he's loud because Nuada is kindof a putz and if I don't pay attention to him when he wants me to, he'll leave again, heh. So I may rewatch Hellboy II tonight and finish up his info post, because I'd like to get him added and active by this weekend. I will be out of hiatus and writing over on Vision's blogs tomorrow, though, and following the new rp schedule (found in my pinned posts) for the next month or so.

[romanoffsbish]

Only Love Can Hurt Like This…

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers

@beenicejoy request ❤️

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRHAbsj7/(TikTok they referenced)

Warnings: Angst! (Happy Ending), Heartbreak, Cheating.

Smutty Paragraph: Fingering(W) —I would’ve done more smut but the person hadn’t requested smut so I only did the blurb to urge the plot line I built along lol

18+ | Minors DNI | Smutty paragraph (🤷🏼‍♀️)

"Scotch on the rocks... Make it a double.," you sighed towards the bartender who looked at you with concerned eyes., "Rough night?!," your lips quirked when you heard the voice of your dearest colleague., "You could say that.,"

Wanda watched from her corner, silently at war with her heart and mind, and she almost gave into her urge to wring Darcy's neck when she saw her hand unnecessarily sat on your bicep., "Darling, are you okay? You seem a bit tense.," Vision asks, his arms wrapping around her from behind, and if anything she becomes more tense when he pulls her back into his loving embrace., "Yeah Vis, just tired is all."

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"We could always slip out early.," he muses and her stomach drops at the flirty undertones., "We most certainly can not, this is my best friends wedding.," she scoffs, wriggling out of his hold to give him a pointed glare, and he shrinks under her stare., "I'm getting a refill."

Wanda was grateful to her aloof boyfriend for giving her a reason to approach the bar you have been living at, and to her excitement you are finally without the scholar on your arm., "Hey Y/N/N...," you lightly nod her way, but forgo speaking as you slam back the cocktail., "How've you been?," Wanda inwardly cringed at how awkward the formality fell from her; you rolled your eyes, and sighed into your glass., "I've been good Wands...," you lied, turning yourself to uncomfortably look at her., "Can we talk about it, for just a second please?"

Wanda tensed, of course you'd want to do this now, her fingers gripped onto her glass tightly, but regardless of her uneasiness she nodded., "It's been super weird between us, and I don't want it to be anymore.," you quietly admitted, and Wanda shakily whispers., "Me neither."

"So, let me just say this: I'm done. You don't have to worry anymore.," Wanda's face fell., "What do you mean?," you sighed, meeting her worried gaze with a melancholy one of your own., "I'm done trying to get you; I can't do it anymore, I'm sorry it's taken me this long to figure it out, but I promise I'm done making a fool of myself.," a few tears settled at your eye line but you refused to let them fall, this was a night of celebration for your best friend, so you're doing your best to stay low-key.

"Y/N, you haven't been making a fool out of yourself.," Wanda rushes out in a subtle panic., "It's okay Wands... It's okay.," you sigh out as you pull your longtime best friend in for a hug., "...I want it to be okay.," you reaffirmed quietly.

Wanda's arms are wrapped tightly around you, her unwillingness to let you go only heightens as your next words string out., "Which is why I tendered my resignation at Stark's Corp.," Wanda could feel her soul leave her body when the words left your mouth., "Starting August 1st I'll be working with Pepper in California."

"You're leaving?," Wanda asks, her soft voice trembling as the daunting reality hits her, her fingers painfully dig into your back on reflex., "Plane leaves tomorrow.," you confirmed the obvious while slowly peeling her off of you., "Were you even going to tell me?," you look at her with a sad smile, the answer is clear as day when she looks into your conflicted eyes., "Oh."

In an attempt to evade the brunettes sad stare you peer out to take in the happy couple as they are sharing their first dance on the floor. It's the perfect example of everything you'd always wanted, their love was purely infectious. However as you see their shining smiles you also notice the way Carol's eyes fall to the food. You smirked when you realize just what she wanted, and as the wingwoman you've always been you decide to help her out.

"I've got to go now Wands, please take care.," you lay a soft kiss to her cheek, then you walk away from the woman who was clearly on the verge of a breakdown., "Please don't go.," she whispers long after you're gone, turning to face the bar to prevent those around from seeing her tears., "C-can I please get a vodka soda."

"Mind if I cut in?," you ask the blonde with a subtle head tilt to the tin that was nearing bare of the famed mashed potato cups, and she does her best not to look too excited while giving in., "Why thank you my good lady.," you teased the blonde who sprinted away to collect her food, and Natasha laughed loudly when you spun her around the floor before pulling her into you.

You swayed her around for a total of one song before she sighed heavily against your chest, her face lifting off your shoulder to glare up at you., "Y/N, are you really going to give up on her?," you deadpanned., "Tasha, she's dating Vision, and I've been pining after her since high school, what is there left for me to do?"

"Touché...," she groans in bitter defeat., "I just don't see why you have to run off to California. What do they have that New York doesn't? What am I meant to do without you?," her pouting face really pulled at your heart strings, but not enough to sway you this time around.

"I need a change of scenery Natty, and if I'm ever going to get over her then I need to go. Broaden my horizons a little, I need this,." Natasha smiles sadly, hearing that subtle bit of desperation in your tone settled her bitterness.

"You'll be back to visit right?," she asks quietly, a bit unsure of your long term plans., "Of course Natty, I could never stay away from you for long. Who else will I get into trouble with?," she chuckled at your words, memories of your college shenanigans flying through her mind.

"Don't replace me.," she whispers insecurely., "I would never dream of it Red.," you gently reassured her with a sweet kiss to her temple before spinning her into her wife's arms., "Welp lovebirds, I'll be heading out soon, but I'll see you two for our special goodbye brunch tomorrow.," you said with a clap of your hands, and the couple yanked you into a tight hug., "Careful not to wrinkle the fit, it's a rental."

After bidding them ado you turned to the bar, her unwavering stare was intense when you finally returned it, an obvious layer of pleading laid beneath them as she silently willed for you to tell her this was all just a sick fucking joke. That you weren't flying over a thousand miles away just to escape her. That the well of chances you'd given her to finally pick you hadn't actually ran out, that she still had time to figure it out, but when your eyes dropped, and you avoided her reaching out she knew this was it—she finally lost you, and fuck she'd surely be lying to say it didn't hurt like hell...

She went to follow you in a panic but she was bombarded by a group of giggling women that surrounded her; the brides were throwing their bouquets, partaking in the silly tradition that deemed the catcher next in line to be wed. Silently she cursed the notion, and it was as if the world was in on this sick joke because the bouquet landed in her folded arms. Obnoxious cheers filled the space around her, Vision ran up to lift her into the air, spinning her around as if the little game was a direct reassurance.

Watching the woman of your dreams being with another was never easy, but it always was a bit harder when under the surface lied the truth you always wanted to come to light. Wanda's expression was blank as her partner celebrated, but you saw right through her, you have always been good at that. Everyone had joked that you could read minds, but really it was just that you were always aware of Wanda.

Every twitch of her face meant something to you, what one might mistake for confusion, you readily knew to be irritation. When she sighed, which was often, you knew what each one meant, no one else could even detect the subtle differences in her breathing patterns, but you always did. They told you when she needed to vent, or to cry in your arms, or even when she was homesick and needed a Sokovian dish to cheer her up.

Nobody on this Earth knew Wanda more than you did, and yet here you both stood; together but still you were somehow two worlds apart.

You'd stayed off to the side to witness the silly tradition, and you now regretted deciding to do so because everything she was feeling you saw. Regret plagued her mind, it was easily the most notable of emotions swirling behind her orbs, her cheeks were shining under the dim lights as fresh tears fell down them, and your cheeks soon mirrored hers the longer you held her captivating stare.

Her eyes screaming "I love you," and yours saying much the same, but your feet carrying you away tell her that she was a smidge too late, and so it took everything in her not to allow the festering sobs to escape her chest.

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Wanda was unresponsive when Vision tried to talk to her as they entered their shared space. The bouquet she carried in out of respect for her closest friends soon found a home in the trash, and she found her home in her flask., "For heaven sake Wanda, you've had enough.," Vision shrieked, but his attempts to take the container from her were futile as she shoved him back., "Only I'll say when I have.," she sneered, the metal touching her lips, the liquid that once burned now glides down her throat effortlessly, her boyfriend cringes at the sight.

"This is just too unhinged Wanda, we should be celebrating, and I should be having my way with you as we do.," she cringes at the way he speaks, as if she was nothing more than a prize he'd won, his vile words a stark contrast to the ones you'd muttered all those months back when you loved her so incredibly well in a drunken, post bachelorette party haze.

"Oh Wands, you're so beautiful...," you'd coo'd while your lips laid soft kisses all over her body, taking special care not to leave behind a trace., "I'm going to love you so well Wands, you're going to feel it deep within.," and feel she did as your fingers finally slipped inside of her after a decade of wait, unbridled moans of pleasure filled the space, and lasted well into the early morning, no thoughts of Vision had even prevailed in the redhead's cloudy mind. Everything was you, it always was, and she was kidding herself to ever think otherwise.

Tears once again befall her cheeks as she tries to rid her mind of your loving touch, desperate to return to the moment, but it's of little use., "Vision, there's nothing to fucking celebrate.," the words held a bite to them that send shivers down her own spine, he didn't exactly deserve her fury, but he sure as hell was going to get it.

Vision wasn't stupid—far from it actually, so he'd always known from the start he was on borrowed time with the box dyed redhead. Wanda was always hard to read for him, but the way the woman looked at you as if you'd hung the moon and stars was obvious, he had always yearned for that stare onto fall to him. It never did though, and he always knew it never would., "Whatever Y/N said to you, I just hope it isn't too late for you both; it's clear to me it's about time I set you free Wanda."

Wanda's heart shattered even further when the man she spent the last five years with spoke. She did love him, but never how she loved you, and now she's finding out that he always knew. Part of her wants to be angry that he'd stayed, that he didn't urge her to follow her heart, but at the end of the day she knew he was following his, and he wasn't the problem here—she was.

"Please Wanda, don't let her slip away.," the man mutters from her side., "Be brave.," he says with conviction as he places a parting kiss to her trembling lips., "And don't forget to send my invitation to the wedding.," he chuckles sadly, the sound of wheels following him as he takes his sparse belongings with him.

Once the door slams shut she breaks down fully, the reality of it all finally hitting her, she settled onto her couch with her laptop full of memories of you, and a pint of ice cream.

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"Y/N, I'm serious, look!," Natasha squeals from the seat across from you with a hopeful smile and her phone held out for you., "Well, I'm saying it surely doesn't mean anything.," you groaned while reluctantly accepting the device and seeing she was indeed telling you the truth.

"It is with deep regret, and great hurt in my heart that I announce to my dearest friends and family that Wanda and I are no longer an item.," your eyes were transfixed on the screen, those words you'd waited years to hear finally became a reality, but all you could do is shake your head and pass her phone back to her.

"Come on Y/N! This can't be a coincidence.," Carol chimes in, and Natasha rewards her with a peck to her reddening cheeks., "Exactly! Go to her! Cancel the move, Tony will take you back with open arms, I'm certain of it."

"Guys, no. This changes nothing, breakup or not she's not ready to love me in front of the whole world and we all know she never will be.," you shut them down, tone level as you were in public but the couple knew it was best not to push., "Okay, then eat up champ, it's almost time for us to all head to the airport.," Natasha reroutes back to the task at hand, you smile at her before returning to your eggs, and she begins her plans to bark up the other tree.

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Wanda woke up to the sound of your laughter, for the briefest moment the world felt right, her hungover mind easily tricking her into a false sense of reality. The dinging of a phone and looping of your laughter brought her back though, so she swiftly sat up, one hand haphazardly reaching for her phone while the other massaged at her throbbing temples.

*Take off is at 3PM, Flight 2469, don't fuck this up Max, your window is narrowing 🤏🏼*

Wanda paid no mind to the way her body reacted to her quick movements, but it was apparent to her that as she approached thirty she could no longer hang like she once did. Nausea and a killer headache wouldn't get in her way of getting to you, to fixing everything. She booked the flight, fortunate to find it was not full just yet, and then she ran to shower. There was no way she was finally professing her unwavering love to you out loud while smelling like an actual distillery.

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You felt uneasy as you entered the busy airport with your whole life being downsized within two hardshell suitcases. This hope inducing idea that they broke up over you was weighing heavily on your mind and it made you begin to question if leaving was the right choice here. This might finally be your chance to have her, the woman you've been in love with since sophomore year of high school when she'd transferred into your school and deposited herself right into your heart. With that deep accent, kind heart and that perfect smile.

Then you deflate as you remember once again that even before Vision she refuted her feelings for you, she always had, and it appears that she always will. This game she played had been the most exhausting one of your life; the jealousy she always exhibited when you were coupled up, or were flirted with that she'd disguise as her "not wanting to lose her best friend to an undeserving hussy.," the worst part of it all. Her intentions were obvious, everyone saw right through her, but no matter the case you excused her behavior in fear of having none of her, and she'd continue to shoot anyone down when they mentioned her potential crush.

She'd never elaborated to you why she was so afraid to love you outwardly, at one point you considered her parents potentially being homophobic, but then Piet came out Senior year and they embraced him wholeheartedly. She didn't even have the guts to tell you after she allowed you to make love to her for countless hours, your name tumbling from her lips like a sweet promise, but it was really just a tainted one with heartbreak as its intention.

After that joyous night, and subsequently devastating morning she avoided you. It was months of unfair silence, every text or call ignored all until the wedding planning had picked back up. Then she had tried to just act as if nothing happened between the two of you by pulling you into a hug, a front of sorts. Talking about Vis this, and Vis that, all the while doing her damndest to cockblock you when Carol's beautiful bridesmaid Monica tried to pick you up at the dress fittings.

Thing's only got worse when her attempts fell through, and you and Monica began to spend more time together. Wanda was irritable at every gathering, your few shared words were nothing short of awkward, and her longing stares from across the room bordered creepy. So long were the easy days of your facade of friendship, only to be replaced by a fragile tie between shared lifelong friends.

Leaving really was all you had left now...

"Hey, you alright?," Carol whispers as she pulls your crying form into her strong embrace., "I'm going to miss you guys.," you told a half truth, but the way your Russian best friend looked to you it was obvious she knew the truth, but if she did she said nothing, residing instead to hug you tightly., "Don't you dare be a stranger dorogoy.," she threatens, arms tightening to get her point across, only satisfied when you choke out., “I wont Tasha…,”

The redhead tapped your ass in send off, only giggling when your pointed glare finds her, and you share one last chuckle with your friends. Heart absolutely aching at the absence of the other original member, but it’s truly no shock to you that she’s not here to bid you farewell., “Take care, and safe travels to Cancun my sweetest loves.,” you genuinely relay just before walking off to meet Pepper in the TSA line.

“Where the fuck is Wanda?,” Natasha groans against her wife’s chest., “She’ll be here.,” Nat scoffs., “Yeah, too late for me to see it work.,” the blonde laughs wildly, and the redhead whines while trying to shove her away, but Carol holds to her firmly., “My beautiful wife, you must have more faith in me please…”

Natasha looks up to her with furrowed brows, and a deep pout, Carol gently thumbs at the crease between her eyes., “I pushed our flights around, and handled all the trip rearranging so that you—my Russian spy in training, could have a front row seat to the greatest love story of all time, second only to ours of course.,” Natasha squeals, then surges forward to catch her wife’s lips in a passionate kiss.

“Look, the show has begun…,” Carol teases, Natasha follows her eyes to the luggage counter to find a distressed looking Wanda in a rush., “Tell me my wife, did you bring the popcorn?,” the couple quietly snicker before following behind the Sokovian at a safe enough distance.

Wanda’s feet move her quickly, the line for TSA a breeze as she’d paid for the precheck, but then she was lost in a crowd of random people., “Where could all of you need to be going?,” she grumbled while looking all over for you, the flight had already began to board and she was panicking that she’d miss her chance to speak. Just as she began to feel tears pricking her eyes at the prospect of missing you she heard your perfect laugh, heart clenching at the daunting idea of never being able to hear it again.

It all happened rather quickly, one second you’re upright talking to your new boss about the California weather, the next your flat on the ground of the Laguardia airport, groaning in pain with a newly heavy feeling atop of you., “Y/N, are you okay?,” you look up to see your boss’s confused expression, then you peer down to see the shivering body atop of you., “Yeah, I’m good Pepper.,” you reply before sitting the both of you back up. Pepper got the subtle message loud and clear so she stepped closer to the terminal, but not far away enough so that she couldn’t be a bit nosy.

“Wanda, would you like to tell me what the hell that was about, hm?,” you immediately regret the way it came out when you saw the way that she flinched., “I-I, please don’t leave me Y/N, I’m ready, fuck, I’m so unbelievably ready.,” you can’t fight the need to comfort her as you guide her head to your chest., “Wands, it’s too late for me to stay, I made a commitment.”

“No, please don’t tell me I’m too late, this can’t be it for us Y/N.,” you chuckled bitterly as tears streamed down your face., “But it is isn’t it?,” she shook her head., “Don’t say that, it’s not!,” you didn’t want to say it, but it just felt like the end was upon the both of you, her hushed lap confession wasn’t going to magically fix this, and you were truthfully beyond exhausted with the repetitive matter at hand.

“What do you want from me Y/N? Need me to shout it across the damn airport?! Fine.,” the distressed woman jumped up from your lap in a hurry before you could stop her, she climbed onto a counter, towering over you as you were now on your feet staring up at her shocked., “Attention travelers, I, Wanda Maximoff am merely just a stranger to you, standing in this airport ready to profess my love to the one and only woman of my dreams—Y/N Y/L/N.,”

Wanda smiled down at you, eyes shining with a glossy truth, she held that contact with you as she continued to loudly speak to the strangers., “I’ve loved her for over a decade, but sadly it’s my only damn fault we never got our chance. I was just so fucking scared of the repercussions. Love is absolutely terrifying, and having you as my friend had felt safer than losing you over an inevitable future heartbreak.”

“Sing it!!!,” you both chuckled when you heard your best friends voice from afar, you even tried to find the source, but Wanda was not done speaking to you, so you turned back to face the love of your life.

“But that clearly didn’t work out, because you’re telling me that I’m losing you anyways. Plus, I’ve had you wholly now, and I’ll be damned if I’ll never be able to do so again.,” Wanda couldn’t stand the distance so she went to hop down, you were quick to help her, soft hands gripped her by the waist and gently lowered her back to the ground.

The newfound closeness made your breath catch as she didn’t move to pull back, but instead leaned in to have her front flush to yours while her hands cupped your cheeks., “Allow me this chance to make it up to you detka, make up for all this lost time where I ran from the truest thing I’ve ever known.,” her heart was thumping erratically in her chest at your continued silence, anxiety spiking when your lip trembled., “I- don’t know Wands…”

The pads of her thumbs brushed your tears away while she took in a steadying breath, then before she lost all her built up confidence she pressed her lips to yours passionately. You gasped at the vaguely familiar feeling, and Wanda went to pull away in fear that she only made things worse, but with your grip on her hips you held her in place, and your lips moved against hers with no further hesitation.

Wanda broke the kiss, giggling against your lips when the sound of clapping surrounded the both of you., “How about now?,” she hummed, and you smiled., “We’ll figure it out.”

Natasha and Carol ran full speed ahead when they felt all was well, the blonde lifting the two of you off the ground in a rush of excitement., “Ahhh!!! Double dates, and my bestie stays.,” Natasha shrieked, but then her face fell when you looked at her with a saddened expression., “Guys, I made a commitment, I can’t stay.,” Carol set you both back down, and the once joyous moment felt almost doomed for pain.

The clicking of heels and clearing of a throat pulled all of your attention to the right., “Y/N, please do excuse me for cutting in, but the contracts haven’t been notarized yet, and I wouldn’t have a problem with you working remotely from New York.,” she saw the way your eyes searched her face so she offered you the kindest smile she could., “Truthfully.”

“Where will I stay?,” you thought out loud, and Wanda didn’t hesitate to answer., “With me, it’ll be just like college, but ten times better.,” the beaming smile she wore settled the rest of your doubts., “Sure we’re not moving too fast?” She met your teasing with a shoulder bump while the group of you stood in line to board the plane to California., “I was actually thinking we weren’t moving fast enough.”

You turned to her with a teasing smirk., “Careful Maximoff, just cause you caught that bouquet doesn’t mean I’ll be marrying you anytime soon.,”she smirks right back., “Detka, how else will we reach my plans to be married by 30?,” your eyes widened at the reminder of her lifelong goals, and you settled into your seat and furthermore into a stunned silence.

“Vegas is only an eight hour drive away.,” Carol muses all too suddenly through the crack in the airplane seats., “Shut the hell up Danvers.,” you grumbled, and all three of your favorite women broke out into fits of taunting laughter, and after a moment of sulking you did as well.

Wanda’s fear of planes had always been rather bad, and it was in this moment with her that you realized this was it. Wanda had chosen you, and she wasn’t going anywhere without you from this point forward, she was yours in the way that you have always been hers, and it was like the familiar feeling of the weight of the world on your chest had finally melted away.

“I love you Y/N/N.,” Wanda whispered, her eyes shut tightly with her hand in yours and head leaning against your shoulder., “I love you too Max, so very much.,” you settled a sweet kiss to her head to offer her comfort, and felt as she squeezed your hand when the plane took off., “I’ll gladly take your last name one day.,” you felt her smile against your clothed shoulder, and all in the world finally felt right.

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[slayerwrites]

hi! i'm still looking tto get some things set up and to find new writing partners for discord 1x1s only! i’ve just updated things on my blog but i’ve decided to throw everything i’m wanting in this post to make things easier.

please do read through my rules (my pinned post) before interacting with me. if you see anything you’re interested in (or if you just want to come up with something together) then either like this post or IM me.

WHAT I DO:

21+ only (this includes writers, fcs and muses)

fxf, mxf, fxnb, mxnb

i play any gender

third person writing

ocs, canon

slice of life, supernatural, fantasy, fandom, crossovers

multiples/world building

tupperbox user

pinterest boards

FANDOMS:

mcu

dceu

charmed

stranger things

buffy the vampire slayer

the witcher (netflix only)

twilight

disney

pirates of the caribbean

the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro

the mummy

van helsing (netflix series)

underworld

snowpiercer (netflix only) 

the boys

SPECIFIC SHIPS FOR FANDOMS:

bruce banner & natasha romanoff (mcu)

tony stark & pepper potts (mcu)

thor odinson & jane foster (mcu)

natasha romanoff & oc (mcu)

wanda maximoff & oc (mcu)

peter quill & gamora (mcu)

clark kent & lois lane (dceu)

arthur curry & diana prince (dceu)

arthur curry & oc (dceu)

leo wyatt & piper halliwell (charmed)

phoebe halliwell & cole turner (charmed)

joyce byers & jim hopper (stranger things)

buffy summers & spike (buffy the vampire slayer)

willow rosenberg & oc (buffy the vampire slayer)

geralt of rivera & yennefer of vengerberg (the witcher)

geralt of rivera & oc (the witcher)

emmett cullen & rosalie hale (twilight)

vampire oc & werewolf oc (twilight)

will turner & elizabeth swann (pirates of the caribbean)

elena de la vega & alejandro de la vega (mask of zorro)

evelyn o’connell & rick o’connell (the mummy)

PLOTS FOR OCS:

age gaps

wlw in general

teacher/student (student must be 21+)

anything involving older muses

forbidden love

two people from different worlds

domestic fluff

bodyguard/celeb

celeb/fan

bad boy or mob boss/innocent girl

SPECIFIC PLOTS:

001: muse a is from the past (maybe like the 1800s, but any time really) they’re just living their life, minding their own business when somehow they get sucked into the year 2022. they get hurt the second they arrive in the future, causing muse b to care for them and take them to the hospital. muse b sticks around to make sure they’re okay but no one seems to know who this person is and cannot find records of them. once muse a wakes up, they’re instantly freaked out and rambling about what this world is and questioning how they got there. when out of the hospital, muse a clings to muse b, feeling safe with them which at first annoys muse b, but they start to get used to their company. slowly they start to believe that muse a is from the past and starts to teach them about the future. they of course fall for each other, until one day they figure out a way to get muse a back to their own year, but neither of them want muse a to go.

002: give me a plot with older muses (35-40) where they’ve been happily married for years, living in their dream home, have a great life together, maybe they have kids already who are all off in college or living their own lives. now that they no longer have children living at home they want to plan to live for themselves, go on trips and do things they never got to do with being young parents. however one day they found out they are pregnant and now they have to put everything on hold again as they adjust to pregnancy and being parents to a baby again at an older age. give me all the angst and fluff that could come with this!!

003: muse a is a rich, successful person who lives in a mansion in a gated community and seems to have it all with their child. muse b is living pay check to pay check in a one bedroom apartment downtown, who has given up hope on furthering their career. muse b takes a job in muse a’s home and they hit it off but not without obstacles on the way. muse a gives muse b the motivation to work on their career and muse b shows muse a there’s more to life then work.

004: kind of based on the movie burlesque. muse a moves to a new city and gets a job in a burlesque club, where the muse b already works as a waiter. muse b helps muse a to fit in and the rest is history. or we can do it where the dancer already works at the club and the new person wants a job as a waiter.

005: both are monster/demon hunters, forced to work together and neither are happy about it. they constantly bicker and blame each other for everything, until maybe day it causes them to mess up and one gets seriously hurt (maybe even turned into a vampire or werewolf.) after that things change and they slowly the hate turns into love.

006: based on ariana grande’s into you music video. muse a’s a superstar, their life isn’t their own and they’re plunged into the limelight. they’re in a pr relationship with a jerk who’s only using muse a for their own clout but muse a’s manager won’t let them leave. muse b is muse a’s bodyguard and one of the only people who treats them like a normal person. they start up a secret relationship, always sneaking off together and falling madly in love with each other. they want to go public, but muse b knows they would lose their job and the scandal could really effect muse a’s career.

007: the typical one’s a vampire and one’s a werewolf, think underworld: rise of the lycans. muse a is vampire royalty, living the easy life in the darkness. muse b is a werewolf solider, created and trained to kill every last vampire since the war started thousands of years ago. muse b’s next target? muse a. but what happens when muse b comes face to face with muse a and imprints on them? 

008: muse a is a famous star, used to living in the limelight and dealing with the media, fans and everyone knowing their business. muse b is just an ordinary person, who just so happens to be dating muse a. just a cute but angsty plot of muse b trying to come to terms with now having their life plastered over the internet and everyone having an opinion on them.

009: tw: crime, prison, drugs, alcohol. muse a has had a bad life, getting into the wrong crowd at a young age and turning to drugs and alcohol. at 18 they are arrested and put in prison for armed robbery. muse b is a do gooder, glass is half full and can never do no wrong kind of person, who volunteers at the local prison to talk to the inmates and to listen when needed. this is where muse a and muse b meet. muse b helps muse a find the motivation to change their life once they get out. now that muse a is out of prison they go to find muse b to carry on the friendship and for help as they try to get settled in a normal life away from crime. the friendship quickly turns into romance but what happens when muse a’s past comes to haunt them and old friends try to get them back into a life of crime?

010: tw: crime, suicide. muse a is a vampire gang leader, hundreds of years old, ruthless, feared far and wide within the vampire community. muse b is an innocent mortal, living their life unaware of the dark world hiding within the city they live in. however after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, muse b is suddenly caught up in the vampire world. muse a saves muse b unexpectedly, randomly feeling protective of the mortal. the vampire who once only saw humans as food is suddenly in love with this mortal. muse b is now the most protected mortal within the city, going after them would be suicide. but can muse b live in such a brutal world of not only crime but also with a constant target over their head for who they are dating.

[milkytheholy1]

An ordinary life: Part 2

Marvel masterlist

Part 1 Part 3

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While your grasp on time and the science surrounding it wasn't that deep, you liked to think you knew enough about how reality should work. Emphasis on should. Your time spent in Westview varied from moment to moment, each minute either lasting what felt like days or gone in a flash. Take today, for example, it had felt like only mere moments since you had last saw Wanda and her family leaving the house to go trick or treating, so why don't you remember going yourself?

It felt as though your mind was on co-pilot, mindlessly performing tasks while your consciousness took a backseat. When you finally felt like you had both hands on the wheel, or one at the very least, it was a lot darker now. You were stood in the middle of the town, surrounded by hay bails and families dress to the nigh. Surveying the scene with a scratch to your head, you walked deeper into the spooky event.

Finally seeing a familiar pair, you slowly walked up behind Wanda and Pietro. "How'd you even do all this?" Pietro questioned, leaning closer to Wanda. Her face saddened, a mixture of fear and confusion consuming her thoughts, what did he mean? How did she do what? You hadn't made a move to announce yourself to them yet, instead, you stayed back and tried to listen in. Moving closer to a drink stand conveniently nearby, you kept your ear to the ground for any information.

"Hey, I'm not some stranger and I'm not your husband." he stalled for a moment, just staring at her with sympathy in his eyes "You can talk to me." Was this morally right to listen in, to invade their privacy? Although what privacy was there in Westview, it seemed as though everyone knew something about someone. A child ran passed you, his shoulder bumping into your side, he gave you a quick smile and a brief "Sorry." before dashing off to his parents.

Your eyes widened as you observed him fall into the embrace of his mother's arms, one day there were only two children, Wanda's children, now there's a whole town full? Where did they come from? Why now? The conversation between Pietro and Wanda was long forgotten, much too eager to get to the bottom of this sunny-sided town. Making a move to leave the town centre, you failed to notice the trained gaze of a certain speedster following your movements.

Going back to the library, which you had already considered a lost cause, you gave a nod to the librarian and persued the books. The sweet tune of Soft Cell's 'Tainted Love' stuttering out of her crappy radio. Your fingers traced the delicate edges of each cover, barely any dust stuck to your skin.

History of Westview

That's a joke you mused, knowing the pages would be blank like last time. Pushing the book back into its proper place, you allowed yourself to become distracted.

"BOO!"

You screamed harder than you can ever remember. Clamping a hand over your mouth, your eyes darted to the presence next to you. Pietro's smile widened at the shaken look in your eyes, his body heavily leaning against the wooden shelves as to not fall to the floor in hysterics.

"You should have seen your face!" he bellowed, now holding an arm around his stomach. Your face twisted from fear to annoyance, swatting him on the arm you heaved out a sigh "Pietro Maximoff I can't believe you just did that!" He had finally stopped laughing, a teasing smirk taking its place, "And what're you gonna do about it?" he questioned, now invading your personal bubble.

Why did this feel oddly familiar? Like events like this happen all the time? You swore you've never met this man if your life, not even knowing that Wanda had a twin brother in the first place. Stepping away from him flustered, you paced yourself to the entrance ready to put this nightmare of a day behind you. "Hey, wait up!" Pietro called quickly zooming up next to you, you casted him a quick glare but refused to speak.

"Oh c'mon, you're seriously giving me the silent treatment for that? It's Halloween, trick or treat," he emphasised. Huffing, you continued your march outside your feet taking you back to the centre of town. Pietro was by your side still, rambling a mile a minute, although you were somehow able to block it out; something you thought would take years of practice. The night, albeit fast, was fun you had to admit, the children's laughter, the funky music and silly costumes; what more could you want from Halloween?

"There you two are, where were you guys?" Wanda asked, still sitting where you had last saw the Maximoff twins together. Approaching her sweetly you went to open your mouth "I was-"

"Ah c'mon sis, doesn't matter that much. Just hanging out, you know, getting to know our new neighbour." Pietro joked, bashing his elbow against your arm. You sent him a confused look "I'm not ne-"

"Shhhhhh," he prompted, pushing his finger against your lips effectively silencing you. Shoving his arm away, you looked back to Wanda silently apologising to her for his behaviour. Noting the lack of Maximoff children, your mind began to race "Oh, Billy and Tommy are just playing with their powe- new friends." Wanda quickly corrected herself. Powers, she was going to say powers. You weren't dumb, no matter how simple-minded you felt in this town it was impossible to ignore; especially when a certain silver-haired moron zips around the place like the Devil's after him.

"They must make friends fast then, huh?" you probed, watching as Wanda shifted her gaze back to you "Excuse me?" she croaked. You shrugged your shoulders, answering nonchalantly "Oh nothing, it's just...where did all these children come from? One day the towns empty, the next there are little adults running around. Strange, no?" Wanda's glare hardened, her mouth forming a slit "(Y/N), what're you implying?"

Pietro put his arm out in front of you, putting distance between you and Wanda. "C'mon Wanda, she didn't mean it," he said, for once seemingly a little scared. Before she could reply, Billy and Tommy came racing to a stop in front of your small group "MOM!" Billy shouted, his face contorting in pain. "What? What is it, Billy?" she urged, his panic enthusing into her bloodstream, "I hear dad in my head. He's in trouble."

"Where is he? Where's your dad?" Wanda marvelled, her tone empty, lacking any sort of emotion. Like Pietro and Tommy, you stood there watching the scene transpire; the stakes felt high but you had no clue why. What sort of trouble was Vision in? And more importantly, why could Billy feel it in his head? Pietro shuffled beside you, his manner changing from panicked to relaxed in less than a second.

"Hey, don't sweat it, sis. It's not like your dead husband can die twice."

Dead? What did he mean dead husband? Your head bounced from him to Wanda, gauging her reaction. There it was again, the moment where time seemed to slow or just stop altogether. Your mind was on a hard pause, your conscious gone and replaced by a machine, you felt your limbs go slack; it was a miracle that you were still standing. The first time you had felt this you had tried to fight it, only realising it was a losing battle. The last few times that time stopped, you swore you could still hear voices, maybe they were from the people around you, maybe they were memories.

"(Y/N), we're doing everything we can but with no information or evidence as to where he went, we simply cannot try it. This plan of yours is too risky and I will not let any students get harmed because of your desires."

"But we have to get him back, we can't just leave him there!"

"The professors right, (Y/N). We don't even know where 'there' is. Look, I'm doing everything I can-"

"And it's not enough Hank!"

"Enough! (Y/N) leave the lab and go back to your dorm or outside, just anywhere that isn't here. Until you control your emotions you're not welcome here, do you understand me?"

"Yes, professor."

And just like that, you're back in Westview, everything seems the same. The children are laughing, streamers are lining the streets, music is blasting out from the speakers. Yep, everything was perfect. Turning to your side, Pietro is beside you his chest heaving slightly but it wasn't too noticeable. Studying his face you squinted at the forming bruise outlining his chin "Hey, what's that?" you asked, your fingers itching to poke it. Grabbing your hand with lighting fast reflexes, Pietro pulled away from you "It's nothing." he mumbled, his eyes watching Wanda with a frown.

Speaking of Wanda, she turned to you, both hands against Tommy and Billy's head; her fingers stroking their hair. With a cheery smile, she tilted her head "So...Who wants to go to the circus?"

[writteninscarlet]

She didn't expect his hands to pull her in, but she wasn't about to cower or be meek at such a time. Was there a need to do that around him? Wanda kept her gaze up, and knew she would have done so without assistance. But perhaps being truthful to herself the hold he had was welcome. She didn't really believe, either, that he was angry at her. The issue was own misplaced anger getting in the way, making her sound petulant. She'd put it down to tiredness but she ought to know better. Wanda’s gaze followed his movements until he brought up the weapon.

At the sight and his words, she inwardly winced - perhaps, almost imperceptibly, turning into the hand he still had up to her. Wanda could be reckless and arrogant, but she liked to think she could also keep her cool and do what had to be done. That she could be TRUSTED not to be a loose cannon. She thought she had this under control, but the thought of that happening did cause her heart to flutter, a new ache appearing.

There was silence a moment as she contemplated that, fingers running (carefully) over the rod as she mused, before her eyes went from the weapon to meet his gaze once more. "I know that. It's not that I blame you for getting involved. I was worried. I believed I could do it. If they had gotten me with this--" Eyes back to the rod, a flash of anger then resignation. She could be angry, but what would she do if struck by this? Wanda had at times wanted to get rid of what she could do, but the thought now terrified her. Because it wasn't something EXTRA, her powers were part of who she was. "Thank you. ....I don't believe I've said anything wrong," she remarked, straightening up and reaching out towards him - slowly, carefully. Slender fingers gently reaching for his cheek and a mark she couldn't tell was blood or dirt or shadow; her eyes seeking his for consent or approval and then forging ahead either way to wipe it off. "I still think you dived in without thinking. But thank you. Because you did help. I'm not here to take on the weight of everything myself, nor arrogant enough to do everything without any assistance. This time, I just thought I could spare you that. But again, that's silly. Since we're both here, that weight is shared for now."

A little smirk now, hands brushing his cheek and lingering before dropping, "Though please know, when you’re next in trouble I get to dash in with might heroics. No need to thank me when it happens, I know you'll appreciate it." Joking. Not joking? They really were sharing the burden of these fights now. And if she was there she would help. She shouldn't have started the argument of him joining in the first place, because she was a hypocrite. She'd absolutely have done the same. (though, fine, fine, perhaps she'd have more of a plan)

A pause, a nonchalant shrug, “And for the record, I’m not scared you’re going to be a mess. I just hate cleaning up after you.” Okay, perhaps still a slight smirk on her face, a glint of amusement finally creeping into her eyes. Of course, he’d rather hit the nail on the head with that comment but she didn’t need to validate it even if it was true.

Bucky is ready to square up with her, feels the way is chest puffs as he is still adrenaline and misguided rage - he's ready to meet her fire with cold cut steel - but her accusation of him making decisions for her sucks the air right out of his lungs. He bodily staggers as his stance softens with a significant lean to the left as an ache travels from the tips of his fingers to his shoulder. He rolls it in the socket, and then his neck, not entirely sure he hadn't been hit with something amidst the fight.

He miscalculated. He wasn't lying when he said it was personal, that when he saw what was happening he, for lack of better terms, saw red and lost himself in it. But that didn't mean there wasn't some part of him that was consciously aware of what it could mean if Wanda lost control. While the marks he left could be disguised, or authorities misdirected to believe this to be petty crime - hers could not - and the government was ready to throw her in a cage for simply existing as she was.

"I should have held back." He concedes, but he's not going to apologize, and he's not sure she truly hears him anyways. He can feel the shift in the air with her anger, as it builds. Feels it like a static collecting at the base of his neck, making the soft hairs stand. Is it anger? Or something else? There is so much she is trying to say, without actually saying it.

"Wanda." Bucky says her name like a warning and steps closer. He presses the palms of his hands to either side of her neck and cups the back of her head. He forces her eyes to his, or maybe it's the other way around. She had no problem challenging him, looking to him, at him. This forced him to look at her. For her to see that he does see her. "I'm not angry at you, I am angry at them. I have seen what they can do to a person, and I've seen the pleasure they take in it. And this - " He looks down, dropping one hand to point at a long rod, almost like a cattle prod, and kicks at it so it rolls back towards him. He gets leverage enough to get it in the air where he can grab it. There's a button on the side that when pressed, causes an electric current to run down the prongs. " - Is tech specifically designed to cut off access to your power."

"Perfectly conscious. Perfectly aware. But unable to access something to you that should flow as easily as breathing...I intervened because I didn't want you to experience that. I suspect for the same reason you're so scared I'm going to be a mess you need to clean up."

[bumblesimagines]

Green Thumb

Part 9

Request: Yes or No

Almost at double digits y'all. Can someone be an angel and send me the ages of every one between civil war and endgame? Ik Wanda was 18-19 in Age of Ultron and Civil war and Sam was probs in his mid to late twenties in Civil War.

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You frowned, touching the collar around your neck. It made you feel like an animal. It was to prevent you from using your powers. Rhodes had mentioned it would shock you if you attempted to use your powers. You weren't sure if it was instantaneous or if someone controlled it but you didn't feel like finding out.

"You like cats?" Sam asked T'Challa, prince of Wakanda.

"Sam." Steve called, glancing over his shoulder like a disapproving parent. You snorted softly, biting your bottom lip.

"What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't want to know more?" Sam asked, looking at Steve.

"I like cats." You mumbled, looking at Sam with a small smile. Sam turned towards you with a small grin.

"Of course you do, Animal Planet." You rolled your eyes at the new nickname, shifting slightly. You really didn't want to trigger the collar.

"I'm a dog person."

"You look like a dog person."

"And what do dog people look like?"

"Morons." You answered, giving a slight shrug as Steve cracked a smile, trying to bite back a chuckle. Sam huffed lightly, looking away from you. A moment of silence passed before Steve spoke.

"Your suit.. Vibranium?" Steve asked T'Challa. The prince turned his head slightly.

"The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. It's meant to pass from warrior to warrior. Now, because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. So I ask you.. How long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?" T'Challa asked, finally looking at Steve. Steve stayed silent, looking forward. You sighed through your nose, feeling the tension return. You wondered if Clint had been notified of your arrest yet. The van pulled into a parking garage, officers opening the door once it came to a stop. You got out, following Steve to the man and blonde.

"What's gonna happen to him?" Steve asked. You turned your head, looking over at him. You made eye contact with him again, holding it for a minute before looking away.

"What was that?" Sam asked quietly. You frowned, brows furrowing.

"That- That little staring contest."

"Oh, shut up." You huffed, looking away from him.

"Same thing that's gonna happen to you. Psychological evaluation." The man replied.

"This is Everett Ross, CIA operative and Task Force Commander." The woman, Sharon Carter, introduced him. Her gaze flickered to you.

"The shock collar will be taken off after the evaluation." She said, voice stotic but gaze pitiful.

"What about a lawyer?"

"Lawyer, that's funny. See their weapons are placed in lock up." Ross instructed the officers. Sam scoffed, following the officers. Steve spared one last glance to Bucky before following Ross and the officers. You walked besides Sam, being escorted through the building.

"You'll be placed in offices instead of cells. Do me a favor and stay in them." Ross stared straight forward as he spoke. T'Challa moved to walk beside him.

"I don't intend on going anywhere." T'Challa said. You spotted Natasha, feeling some sense of relief.

"Clint was informed and I assured him I'd keep an eye on you." Natasha told you, giving a small reassuring smile. She looked at Steve, addressing him. The relief went away upon hearing Tonys' voice. He finished his phone call, approaching you and the guys.

"Consequences?" Steve questioned, staring at him. You looked around the large room, noticing the screens and everything going on.

"Secretary Ross wants you three prosecuted." Tony said, motioning to them and you. Your brows furrowed slightly. There were two guys with the last name Ross who looked vaguely alike. That definitely wouldn't be hard to remember.

"I'm not getting that shield back, am I?" Steve asked as Tony and Natasha walked away.

"Technically, it belongs to the government. Wings too." Natasha said, shrugging.

"That's cold." Sam muttered.

"Warmer than jail." Tony called back. You looked at the security cameras, noticing the room Bucky had been moved to.

"You got the hots for him or something?" Sam asked. Steve turned to look at you, blinking a few times. You shot Sam a look, raising your brows.

"No, Samuel. I do not and if I did, why would you ask infront of his longtime bestie?" You asked, almost gritting your teeth. Sam raised his hands in surrender as Tony pulled Steve into a meeting room to talk.

"Why have a meeting in a glass box?" You asked quietly. Sam shrugged, looking it over.

"To prevent fighting." Sam answered. You watched at Steve and Tony seemed to argue. You looked at Sam with an amused smile.

"Physical fights." Sam clarified as Tony stepped out and Sharon had you and Sam enter. You took a seat across from Sam, looking at the security camera footage. Sharon entered, placing a paper infront of Sam.

"I'm sorry about the collar." Sharon apologized softly. You leaned back in the seat, shrugging lightly. She pressed a button, allowing Steve to listen to the footage. Sharon slid over some photos over to Steve.

"Why would the Task Force release this?" Steve asked. Sharon gave a shrug.

"To alert the public, I guess."

"Right.. A good way to force a guy into hiding. Got seven billion people looking for The Winter Solider."

"You're saying someone framed the guy to find him." Sharon mused quietly. Sam seemed confused, looking at Steve. You looked back at the footage on screen.

"Steve, you looked for the guy for two years and found nothing." Sam reminded him.

"We didn't bomb the UN."

"That doesn't guarantee that the person who framed him knew that we'd get him." Sharon looked at Steve. She suddenly frowned, brows furrowing as Steve turned towards the footage. You looked up as the power went out, seeing the staff begin to freak out and try to locate the source. You looked at Sam, slowly standing up. Sharon took out a key, sliding it over to you.

"Level 5 east wing." She said as you unlocked the collar, tossing it to the side as running out of the room with Sam and Steve. Whoever had framed Bucky had found him. You followed the two down the hall and down some stairs. You reached the area, finding guards on the ground. The interviewer lied on the ground, calling for help. Steve approached him with you hesitantly following. You noticed movement out of the corner of your eye, dodging Sam when he was thrown towards you.

"Hey, dude." You breathed out, swallowing. Bucky had a deep frown on his face, blue eyes holding nothing but bloodlust. He looked downright terrifying. You thrusted both hands forward, shooting a fireball that sent him flying back against the wall. Steve quickly stepped between you and him as you turned and rushed to Sam.

"Sam? Sam!" You shook his shoulders, shakey fingers pressing against his neck. You felt his pulse, relieved to feel his heartbeat. You slapped his cheek, waking him up.

"I've always wanted to do that." You muttered, watching him wince. He groaned, turning his head. You followed his gaze, seeing the guy from before looking down where Steve had been thrown. You stood, helping Sam up and following him up a set of stairs. With Steve out of commission temporarily and Bucky in a frenzy, the guy was the only hope of stopping everything.

"Can you try to stop him or trip him up?" Sam asked, rushing up the stairs.

"I can't see him and I'd rather not make this whole building collapse on accident." You replied, almost tripping over your own feet. Sam found an exit, following the crowd of people running.

"He looked like any other guy." You said, taking in deep breaths. Sam shot you a weird look.

"We just ran up like five flights of stairs." You breathed out, hands resting on your knees. At least the chilly weather provided some help. Sam noticed a jacket, jogging over and picking it up. You stumbled after him, looking it over.

"I really need some water." You whispered, lightly fanning yourself. Sam rolled his eyes, following the crowd of people. You sluggishly followed, giving him a small smile when he stopped by a shop to get you a bottle. He took out his phone as you drank half of it.

"Come on." Sam pulled you along, following direction and entering warehouse. Steve had Bucky laying against some machinery, unconscious and metal arm trapped in a wedge.

"You two okay?" Steve asked, looking you and Sam over with a concerned frown.

"Yeah.. Someone over here needs some more training." Sam glanced at you with a teasing smile. You rolled your eyes, licking your lips as you heard the sound of a helicopter.

"Could you ice over his arm?" Steve asked.

"He broke a stone wall. Ice won't hold him but sure, I'll do it." You shrugged, approaching the unconscious man. You licked your lips, splashing the rest of the water on the machinery and touching it after. The ice creeped down, covering over the metal arm. You looked at him, finally getting a proper look. He was handsome. Brown hair that barely reached his shoulders, facial hair just growing in, those icy blue eyes that either swirled with sadness or anger.

"You're giving him bedroom eyes again." Sam called, his voice echoing slightly. You clenched your jaw, looking at him.

"What? I can't admire something that looks nice?" You asked, watching his demeanor change. He looked alert yet amused. You frowned, looking back at Bucky and finding him staring right at you. You rolled your lips into your mouth, clearing your throat.

"God, that's so embarrassing." You whispered, speedwalking towards Sam as he cracked up. You ignored your burning face, arms crossing. Sam calmed down, wiping away a tear. Steve walked over, watching Bucky grunt and sit up. He looked at Steve, calling out his name in a hoarse voice.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" Steve asked, staring at him intently. Bucky stayed silent for a moment before speaking.

"Your moms' name was Sarah... And you used to wear newspapers in your shoes." Bucky said, smiling softly. Steve relaxed, gaze softening.

"You don't read that in a magazine."

"Just like that we're supposed to be cool?" Sam asked, giving Steve a slightly wide eyed look.

"What did I do?" Bucky asked, looking between you, Steve, and Sam.

"Enough." Steve answered. Bucky shut his eyes tightly, shaking his head as he hung his head.

"I knew this would happen.." He whispered. "Everything HYDRA put inside of me is still there. All he had to do was say the god damn words."

"Who was he?"

"I don't know." Bucky answered, though you weren't sure if it was truthful or not. He didn't seem like the type to lie, at least not to Steve.

"People are dead. The guy did all that just to get ten minutes with you." Steve pointed out, watching his old best friend. Bucky looked defeated and confused. "I need you to do better than 'I don't know'."

"He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was captain." Bucky said quietly, gaze flickering around as he tried to remember.

"He wanted to know exactly where."

"Why would he need to know that?" Bucky stayed silent, licking his lips as he stared at the ground. He looked at Steve.

"Cause I'm not the only Winter Solider." He revealed. You looked at Sam in confusion and surprise. Bucky was strong and deadly on his own but a whole army could overthrow governments all over the world.

"That's terrifying." You whispered, leaning against the wall and sliding down so you were sitting down. Steve chose to lean against the wall after letting Bucky's arm free.

"Who are they?" Steve asked as Bucky brushed some hair out of his face.

"Their most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history and that was before the serum." Bucky responded.

"They all turn out like you?" Sam asked. Bucky looked at him, swallowing.

"Worse."

"The doctor... Did he control them?" Steve tilted his head. Bucky looked down at his lap.

"Enough."

"Said he wanted to see an empire fall." Steve told you and Sam. Bucky looked up at his words.

"These guys could do it. They speak thirty languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate. They could take a whole country down over night and you'd never see them coming."

"Color me impressed." You whispered, playing with the strings of the jacket you were given after getting to Berlin. Sam slowly walked towards Steve.

"This would've been a lot easier a week ago." Sam said quietly, arms crossing. You stood up, dusting off your pants and approaching them.

"If we told Tony-"

"He'd have him locked up." You cut off Steve, glancing back at him.

"Plus, he'd never believe us." Sam added.

"But if he did-"

"It wouldn't matter and who knows if the Accords would let us help him." Sam stared at him. Steve let out a defeated sigh, looking away from you and Sam.

"We're on our own."

"Not completely. Dad would help." You pointed out. Sam nodded, glancing at you.

"And, I know a guy." Sam said with a light shrug. You looked at him with a raised brow.

"You have friends?"

"I said I know him, not that we're friends but to answer your question, yes. I have friends that aren't you. Jealous?"

"Imaginary friends don't count."

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The drive was silent, Steve and Bucky occasionally reminiscing about the old days.

"On a scale of one to ten, how impressed is Clint gonna be when he sees you?" Sam asked. You smiled, letting out a chuckle as you watched the snowflake float inches above your hand.

"Probably an eleven, but he'll give me the typical dad speech infront of mom." You answered, lightly blowing on the snowflake and watching it disappear. Bucky turned his head to look at you. His muscular figure was semi cramped in the backseat. Steve picked the worst possible car to hijack.

"Hawkeye's your father?"

"Adoptive. He has a tendency of taking care of strays who once tried to take down the team." You told him, giving a small smile. Bucky hummed, nodding.

"Speaking of strays, how are you and Wanda?" Sam asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"Uhm, good? We're still good friends, even after the kiss." You shrugged lightly.

"Woah, kiss?" Steve repeated, brows raising.

"Yeah, we kissed but it felt.. Weird. There was no spark or overwhelming emotions. The love I have for her is the same love I have for Lila and the boys. She'll always be like a sister to me." You told them, glancing at Bucky. Bucky was still a bit on edge but you could tell he was trying to get adjusted.

"What are your powers?" Bucky asked, attempting to get comfortable in the car.

"I'm like the avatar, I guess."

"Who?" Bucky furrowed his brows. You blinked, lips parting as you stared at him. He was from the 1900s and worked for a criminal organization, obviously he wouldn't know a kids show from the 2000s.

"It's- It's from a show. An avatar is someone who controls all four elements and they basically save the world, I guess." You explained, growing a bit embarrassed at how silly it sounded. Bucky didn't seem to judge, giving a small smile.

"We could watch it together, if you want. It's a nice show." You offered, smiling. Sam raised his brows.

"Wonder what Clint will think about that." He muttered as Steve glanced at you and Bucky through the rearview mirror. You shot Sam a small glare, reaching out and touching the back of his neck with cold fingers. He hissed and leaned forward, pouting as he rubbed his neck.

"Yeah, I'd like that." Bucky said softly, nodding. You looked back at him, a smile appearing on your face. Bucky was incredibly attractive and you couldn't deny having a small growing crush on him but you didn't want to cross a boundary. He was from the 1900s afterall.

"How'd you end up fighting the Avengers?" Bucky asked, focusing all his attention onto you.

"The orphanage I grew up in threatened to kick me out since I had turned 18. I freaked and caused an accidental forest in the orphanage so the team was called." You told him, chuckling softly. Buckys' gaze softened, a hum leaving him.

"You've got some pretty cool powers, doll."

"Doll?" Steve and Sam repeated. A flustered smile appeared on your face, giggling softly. Bucky glanced at the two, wondering if he had crossed a line or said something wrong.

"Thanks." You looked forward, biting back an even bigger smile. You weren't completely sure if he was flirting or not but it was nice to get a compliment from an attractive guy, even if he had almost broken your friends' back an hour before. Steve slowly parked the car, getting out to greet Sharon.

"Could you move the seat up?" Bucky asked Sam, arm moving so it resting ontop of the carseats. His metal fingers lightly brushed against your hair but you weren't bothered by it.

"No." Sam replied. Bucky let out a deep sigh. You bit your bottom lip, looking at him.

"We can switch." You shrugged lightly.

"It's fine-"

"No, you shouldn't be squished back here." You faced him, feeling him gently grab your waist. He was incredibly gentle and cautious, moving you onto his lap briefly before he scooted to the side. You sat behind Sam, lightly kicking the seat. Sam moved it forward ever so slightly. You looked over at Steve and Sharon, blinking when they kissed.

"Oh? When did that happen?" You asked, brows furrowed. You knew there was some attraction between them but you didn't expect them to already be at the kissing stage.

"A while back, I think."

"Huh.." You whispered. Steve returned to the car with Sam's wings and his shield, putting them in the trunk. He drove to an airport parking lot, pulling up beside a van. You smiled widely, quickly getting out when Sam pulled the seat forward.

"Thanks for keeping my kid safe, Cap." Clint said, opening his arms as soon as he spotted you. You happily hugged him, feeling a sense of relief and safety wash over you.

"About time you started causing me trouble." Clint grinned as he pulled back. You noticed Wanda, pulling her into a hug as well.

"Saw it on the news. You okay?" She asked softly. You nodded, pulling back and brushing some of her red hair out of her face.

"Vision let you go easy?" You asked. Wanda shook her head, chuckling softly. Sam approached you, glancing back at Bucky.

"Might want to keep an eye on these two." Sam said, motioning to you and Bucky. Clint stared at him before looking turning to look at you. Wanda tilted her head, looking at you as well.

"You're such a dick." You muttered. You knew Sam was just being protective. He had always seen and treated you like a brother.

"Bad boy and older, huh? God, I hoping you had skipped those phases." Clint sighed heavily. You were partially suprised he hadn't mentioned or pointed out that Bucky was a guy. You hadn't really spoken about sexuality and attraction with him but knowing Clint, he'd be supportive about it.

"Not bad." Wanda said quietly, giggling softly as she smiled. You gave her a playful smile.

"I've got good taste."

[argonaughtt]

I received your ask and will answer as soon as I can, but *screams* I think you know which one I'm gonna ask! Angel and Demon AU? 👀👀👀 *screams again*

HAHA YESS I started writing this one shot back in the summer and got serious writers block so I stopped 💀 basically Angel Vision and demon Wanda are detectives who solve supernatural murders, here’s a snippet:

Vision closed his eyes and took a breath, trying to keep his patience, “we can talk all you like after we are done here, Wanda. But right now, time is of the essence.”

    “Right, sorry,” Wanda muttered and crossed her arms before slowly circling the living room, her eyes training over the sterilized floors and walls, before stopping near the couch. Her tone is low as she whispers, “how many?”

    Vision released a slow breath through his nose as his shoulders sagged slightly, “four murders. A mother, her two sons, and a daughter. One suicide.” 

    Humming in agreement, Wanda squinted slightly as she traveled to the staircase and looked up, “there’s a splatter on the ceiling. Was that…?”

    “The father,” Vision confirmed, “put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger after he finished the job.” 

    “No surprise there…” Wanda mused darkly, “wouldn’t want to stick around this place after realizing what you’ve done to your own flesh and blood.”

    “So I was right.” Vision nodded and walked up next to Wanda, looking down at her as she continued to study the once blood-soaked staircase, “this was a possession.” 

    Wanda scoffed, “of course it was, angel. This place reeks of the seventh circle. Can’t you smell the burning flesh?”

    “No, I can’t. That’s why I have you and your excellent sense of smell here to help me,” Vision grumbled unenthusiastically.

    Shooting Vision a glare, Wanda wrinkled her nose, “I’m not a bloodhound, stultus.” 

    Wanda had called Vision that term enough over the past millennia that he understood she was calling him an idiot in Latin, which he probably deserved, but he couldn’t help himself as he replied, “you may as well be. You’re the best tracker I’ve ever met.”

    “If this is your attempt at flirting, you suck at it,” Wanda drawled, and Vision’s mouth immediately gaped as he stammered in response. She cackled in obvious delight, “oh, don’t get your feathers all ruffled, Vizh,” Wanda winked, and Vision’s blush only deepened, “I’ll take the compliment, no matter how clumsy, good lord.” 

[chaosdmagicks]

RULES.

one.   selective and private.

this means i will not follow everyone back.     if i don’t see us interacting,  i won’t follow back.     and if we haven’t interacted within around two weeks of following each other,  then i most likely will unfollow.     i like having my dash clean.     i’m also mutuals - only,  which means that all open starters and starter calls are for mutuals only,  as well as memes.

two.   following back.

i won’t follow back if you:   post hateful content aka anything homophobic,  transphobic,  racist etc.     i also won’t follow if you post too much ooc.     from time to time is okay,  i do it,  too,  but not when ooc > ic.     i also won’t follow any 13 reasons why blogs,  multis with muses are okay,  but i will probably block your tags for the characters.     and same goes for any descendant muses.

three.   memes.

never shy away from sending them in.     whether we’ve roleplayed for years now,  or if we’re new mutuals.     also,  it’s okay to send in as many as you please.     i might not answer all,  but the more you send,  the bigger chances of me actually answering anything,  tbh.     i no longer put a lot of priority to memes,  though.     they get done slowly,  and not at all in any order,  so keep that in mind. 

four.   triggers.

i don’t personally have any triggers that need tagging.     if anything comes up,  will definitely let everyone know,  but as of now,  i’m good with anything.     however,  if you need any tagging,  just let me know.      i do read everyone’s rules,  but after a time i forget,  i’m only human.     so if i forget to tag something,  just shoot me a message and i will do better in the future.     i want you all to enjoy dumblr.

five.   shipping.

i like shipping.     i like it a lot.     however,  i do want to focus on other ships on this blog:   platonic,  familiar,  enemies,  frenemies,  role-models,  etc.     plus,  wanda isn't exactly the easiest character to ship with, especially in her current storyline which i am more prone to exploring. however, nothing is off the table, i do also roleplay wanda as a closeted pansexual.

six.   pre-plotting.

this blog is mainly plotting - based.     i do enjoy threads which have been at least slightly thought-out and when i have some kind of path to guide me.     this doesn’t mean i won’t do random threads,  but it does mean those will be most likely quickly dropped and i won’t be telling you about it.

seven. mcu vs 616.

as mentioned in my pinned, my wanda is mcu-based. i have not had the privilege of reading the comics yet, but i amd hoping that will be changing soon. with that said, i am more than happy to do comic based threads. any comic based threads, as long as you're okay with me coming at you with 28643247 questions to make sure i'm not messing anything up (i will also happily read up about it prior to writing).

eight.   nsfw.

this blog will contain a lot of nsfw content.     that includes sexual,  gore,  violence and language.     the gorier the better for me,  sorry but not at all.     and i do write smut,  which i’m also not at all sorry for.     i enjoy it.     there might be sexual graphics here etc too,  so if that’s not something you enjoy on your dash,  you shouldn’t follow me.      however,  everything will be tagged accordingly.

nine.   mun.

hello,  i go by tosia.     she/her,  of age.     english is not my first language,  but i do live in the uk.     love quoting vine ad tiktok.     hmu if you’re on gae witch kinktok pls.     i’m very easily approachable,  honestly.     never fear of contacting me,  just keep in mind that should we hit off,  i will not leave u alone,  lol.

[matth1w]

Hey! Can you make a bucky x y/n story, around the time in CW, where Sam asked her to join their team, y/n has the same powers of Violet Parr, from the Incredibles lol, and Bucky is really impressed and everything is so cuTE, sorry I'm in need of a y/n that can be invisible and so badass, i love your stories, yoy have a really great future here in Tumblr, anyways thank u🥰🥰

Violet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier x Reader

Summary: With a fight between the Avengers brewing, Sam recruits a friend.

Warnings: None

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 1,181

Note: I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting! Few bonus blurbs as my muse had other ideas about this couple.

As you were cleaning up the leftover plates and cups from the group, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

You were surprised when you turned around to see Sam, a man you had come to befriend volunteering at the VA.

You gave him a smile and finished stacking up the unused plates.

“Hey Sam, haven’t seen you in a while.”

He chuckled as he walked over,

“Yeah, about that…”

You waved a hand before putting it in your back pocket,

“Nah, don’t worry about it.”

His smile slightly dropped as he looked into your eyes,

“Y/N, you remember how I told you I was a… pilot?”

His pointed look and emphasis on the word made you furrow your brows.

“Yeah…?”

Sam shifted on his feet, “Well, I’ve been helping out a friend and we could really use you.”

And there it was.

You looked at Sam with anger in your eyes for a moment. But you remembered he promised he would never ask for your help unless he truly needed it.

You closed your eyes for a second and sighed, trying to loosen the stress that was steadily growing on your shoulders.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Sam looking at you curiously, awaiting your answer.

“When do we start?”

~~

You watched the scene as the man who had introduced himself as Ant Man shook hands with Captain America. You would have to give Sam a talking to later, you would’ve appreciated knowing you were going to be partnering with some of the Avengers. And that the friend he had been helping was Captain America himself.

You squinted slightly at the man standing behind the comically small car. He looked like Bucky Barnes. THE Bucky Barnes from the Howling Commandos. You were going to kick Sam’s ass. He was friends with not one but two super soldiers?!

Being brought back to the present, you heard Steve clear his throat and look around.

“So, Sam,” he said with a very military commander voice, “I thought you said you were bringing someone.”

You almost laughed at how his disappointed look looked exactly like those cheesy PSA’s they showed on TV.

Sam shook his head and laughed, “I have a feeling she’ll come any second now.”

Taking that as your cue, you revealed yourself and sauntered over to the group. Their looks of surprise and awe boosted your ego. You especially liked the raised eyebrow you were receiving from Bucky.

Inside, of course, you felt a bit intimidated, but you kept your head held high as you made you way to the group.

You stood before them confidently and smiled, “Y/N. I figure Sam here told you about my powers?”

Steve spoke up, seeming to be a mix between amused and confused by the situation,

“No, actually, I don’t think he did.”

You looked over at your friend and rolled your eyes, well aware that he enjoyed dramatic entrances as much as you did.

~~

The team decided the best strategy would be to keep you hidden until you were needed. No one knew for sure, but they didn’t think the others would be able to sense you, especially if they didn’t think to look for you.

The plan was for you to stay atop the airport and Sam or Wanda would fly you in when the time was right. You had to say you didn’t mind it as you saw just who you were supposed to be fighting.

You watched as the Avengers clashed and tried to understand the powers and skills of each person. You couldn’t help but keep going back to watching Bucky. It made you nervous seeing how the man in the black suit kept chasing him. It seemed like he truly wanted to kill him.

You spoke into the comms,

“Sam, do you want me to go in? I can throw cat man off Bucky’s trail.”

Sam’s voice crackled in your ear, “You sure?”

Steve’s voice followed before you could reply, “Wait for Sam or Wanda to get you”.

Seeing as Bucky seemed to be having a harder and harder time fending off his foe, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“I’m going in”.

You took a step off the side of the building and surrounded yourself with your force field. As you ran towards Bucky, you noticed Natasha pause but before she could move towards you, her body was engulfed in red and thrown back.

You continued to run towards the pair and watched in horror as the shining silver claws extended and his arm started to swing at Bucky, who was cornered.

Bucky closed his eyes, accepting that T’Challa had finally caught him but his eyes flew open when he heard a ‘thunk’. Looking up, he saw T’Challa confused but ready to strike again.

Bucky stared in awe and watched in amazement as you slid in beside him and yelled, pushing your force field forward and throwing your opponent into the jet 50 feet behind him.

You revealed yourself and smiled at Bucky, breathing heavily from the exertion. He just looked back at you, mouth agape. Before you could say anything else, you heard Sam’s voice in your ear again,

“Y/N, stop your googly eyes and get out of there. Tony’s coming up on your six.”

Pausing to look at Bucky, you cocked your head and smiled, “See you around”.

With that, you went invisible again and started making your way towards Tony while Bucky ran towards Steve.

Thankfully, Sam distracted Tony, which gave you a chance to hide behind a container. You knew it wouldn’t cover you for long but you decided to stay put for the moment.

Bucky’s voice sounded in your ear, “We gotta go, that guy’s probably in Siberia by now.”

You were shocked, you didn’t even think you would have to go to a different location. How long and how far would this fight go?

Steve’s voice came in next, “We’ve got to draw out the flyers. I’ll take Vision, you get to the jet.”

Sam spoke up next, “No, you get to the jet, both of you.”

“I’ll cover with Sam, you two go!”, you shouted, already running towards them, ready to defend.

There was silence for a moment but then you heard Bucky’s voice.

“We’ll come back when we can. Finish these guys off then lay low.”

Sam fought back, “The rest of us aren’t getting out of here.”

You watched as Hawkeye drew his bow then spoke up, “As much as I hate to admit it, if we’re going to win this one, some of us might have to lose it.”

There as a pause before Steve spoke up, “Alright, what’s the plan, Sam?”

“We need a diversion, something big.”

Scott chimed in, “I got something big, but I’ll need Y/N to cover me.”

“Got it, I’m on my way to you,” you affirmed while you started taking off in his direction. Seeing Steve and Bucky still hesitating, you shouted at them, “You two, go!”

Bucky nodded and then spoke up, “Be safe.”

Bonus Blurbs

Go invisible with Bucky and/or Sam to prank your friends. Steve always thwarts.

—

Bucky sometimes pretends to not hear you sneaking up on him bc he loves seeing your face after you actually scare him. He’ll never admit he sometimes fakes it. And he’ll definitely never admit you actually did sneak up on him once.

—

You were enjoying the conversation between Scott and Steve. Full aware that Steve could hear you.

“So Y/N and Barnes… are they…”, Scott leaned in and tried to whisper, “You know…”.

You appeared, nonchalantly sitting on the stool and resting your elbow on the counter,

“Yeah”

“Ahh!” Scott jumped what seemed like five feet into the air.

Steve threw his torso back, shaking with rambunctious laughter.

Sam started chuckling too, “That’s revenge, mini man.”

—

“Sometimes I just want to hide. People see me and they start thinking they know me. I used to sit out here and think but nowadays people know my face. Usually it’s good but sometimes…”

You put your hand over his, “I think I can help with that.”

—

You stubbed your toe and dropped your phone. Instead of trying to catch it you flailed your arms around. Once it hit the floor with a thud, you sighed feeling defeated but at least no one saw you.

Hearing a laugh behind you, you looked over your shoulder to see Bucky coming towards you and watched in embarrassment as he stooped down to pick up your phone. As he stood back up and gave the phone back to you, you started turning invisible in embarrassment. He watched your finger tips begin to slowly disappear before he spoke up,

“Hey,” Bucky said softly.

You willed your eyes to meet his and couldn’t help but swoon with the sheer adoration that was visible in them.

—

You held your breath and stepped as slowly and quietly as you could. Remaining unseen, and unnoticed, was of the utmost importance and nothing could make you break your cover.

As you took your final step and got into position to attack, you took a slow, deep breath and —

“Doll, just because you’re invisible doesn’t mean I can’t hear you.”

You appeared before him and humphed. Being overdramatic you threw yourself onto the couch.

“Ugh! Bucky, you’re no fair!”

He chuckled at your whining and plopped down on the couch beside you.

“Yeah, but you love me”, he said with a whisper and a soft touch to your cheek.

You looked up from your fake woe and smiled, “Yeah, I do.”