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Sleight of Hand

Jimmy Woo x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Marvel

Day Twenty-Four Prompt: "You didn't do anything wrong!"

Summary: Jimmy gets a little help from his spouse to master the card trick he saw Scott Lang do.

Word Count: 1,118

Category: Fluff

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She cautiously stepped around the corner, coming face to face with...

I froze, my attention drifting from the book in my hands at a weird noise behind me. It sounded like some kind of fluttering, but when I didn't hear it again, I went back to my book.

...coming face to face with-

"Shoot!"

I set my book down. The noise had come again, along with something light hitting our hardwood floors before my husband, Jimmy Woo, huffed. I marked the page in my book, set it down, then turned around to look over the back of the couch.

I frowned when I saw Jimmy with one empty hand out in front of him, like he was waiting for a handshake from someone invisible. He hadn't noticed me watching him, and after a moment of intense concentration, he jerked his arm quickly like he was trying to shake something out of his sleeve. Lo and behold, a card fell out. He tried to catch it between his fingers, but he missed, and instead it fluttered to the floor.

"Argh!"

"Honey." Jimmy's head snapped up to look at me as soon as I spoke. "What are you doing?"

"It's this card trick thing... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your reading."

I shook my head, turning on the couch to face him more fully.

"It's okay. What card trick thing?"

"You remember that guy I told you about? Scott Lang?"

"The ant guy? Yeah."

"Well, the last time I checked in on him, he did this card trick where he just made a card appear in his hand, like out of nowhere. It was actually really cool, so... I've been trying to teach myself how to do it."

I stared at Jimmy for a minute, processing. He stared back. Finally, I smiled.

"Okay. Let me help."

"Really?"

"Yeah." I stood from the couch, strecthing a little before walking around to join my husband. "I need a break from all the bad decisions the main character's making in my book, anyway. Let's learn some couples closeup magic."

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I'd assumed it would be a fairly easy trick to learn. Don't ask me why, but I just figured it would take us maybe an hour, tops, and we'd both be making cards appear and disappear like pros. That was very much not how it went.

A few hours after I'd first noticed Jimmy practicing, we were still watching videos and trying to do the trick slowly, quickly, and everything in between with no luck. Technically, we were doing a little better than when Jimmy had first started, but the trick was still escaping both of us.

I watched carefully as Jimmy tried to do it again, and to me, it looked perfect. But the card still dropped to the floor instead of sliding smoothly into his hand.

Jimmy sighed, shoulders slumping as he looked up at me.

"What did I do wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong! That should've worked! What the fuck is it with this trick?"

Jimmy laughed, shaking his head as he leaned over to pick up the card again.

"I'm glad you decided to help me. I was getting pretty frustrated, but seeing how much more frustrated it's making you is weirdly making me calm."

I huffed and crossed my arms. "Glad I could help. But seriously, I feel like you're doing everything right. I can't tell what's wrong, or why it's not working."

"It has to be the finger movement," he said, setting up the card again. "I'm fumbling it when I'm obviously not supposed to."

"Frankly, I'm not convinced it's possible to pull this trick off without fumbling the card. Are you sure that Lang guy wasn't messing with you?"

Jimmy laughed again. "Pretty sure, but I guess you never know."

I just sighed as Jimmy prepared to try the trick again. I watched, but not as carefully as before. I'd been looking for some clue as to where we were going wrong for hours now, and hadn't been able to find it. Maybe it was just going to take a lot more practice, no matter how we tried to do it.

Jimmy took a deep breath, then extended his hand. I didn't see the card move, but suddenly, it appeared in his hand. Nowhere near the floor. Exactly how the trick was supposed to work.

"OH MY GOD!" I shouted, jumping up in the air the moment the shock wore off. Jimmy grinned, laughing in disbelief as he stared at the card in his hand. I didn't give him much time to savor it before tackling him with a hug. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!"

Jimmy laughed again, absolutely joyous, as he wrapped his arms around me. I pulled back a moment later, just enough to kiss him. After all that work and frustration over the past few hours, it felt amazing to see him pull off the trick perfectly.

After a moment, the two of us calmed down slightly, taking a step apart even though the gigantic grins were still on our faces. Jimmy's had more of a lopsided tilt to it, which made my heart race.

"...Do you think we're celebrating this a little too much?" he asked. I immediately shook my head.

"Hell no we're not. Do it again."

Jimmy took a deep breath, resetting the card and actually starting with his hand by his side this time. He lifted it, and in one smooth motion, the card appeared in his hand, extended towards me. I actually screamed, jumping up and down, and after a moment Jimmy joined me.

I pulled Jimmy in for another kiss, and when we finally broke apart, he was still giddy. He did the trick another few times in a row, and although he stumbled a little on one of the moves, the card still didn't hit the ground. He was getting smoother every time.

"This calls for a celebratory dinner," I decided. "I'll get something started, you grab some wine. We toast to the defeat of the magic trick that thought it could defeat us."

Jimmy laughed. "Sounds like a plan to me. Thanks for all your help. I can't wait to use that trick the next time I need to give somebody one of my cards."

"You know I'm always here for you, including and especially for stuff like this. No card trick, random guy you see at work, or Avengers-level threat can stop us."

"Damn right."

Jimmy grinned at me, and I leaned in for one last kiss before heading to the kitchen. Sometimes the smaller, less important victories felt the best, and one of my favorite things about my amazing husband was how willing he was to celebrate those moments with me.

Although, after all the time we'd spent today, this victory felt far from small.

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All Of Your Pieces (1 - Honey! I shrunk the kids! 18+)

Summary: Wanda accidentally shrinks your kids while trying out a spell that would benefit both of you in the bedroom; Jimmy and Darcy attempt to find out more about the Hex, particularly when they discover a remarkable detail about you. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 3k+ | Tags: Smut, Campy Humor, Language

A/N: I've been working on this series since late August and have finally figured out what to do with it, enough to share it with you all. The story will be told in three parts: Westview (The Missing Town), Pre-Westview, and Post-Westview. This follows some events in WandaVision, but it's very canon-divergent. It's going to be different from my other works (I've never written humor before and I'm quite insecure about that), as this one is very plot-driven but at the same time, still very much Wanda x Reader (especially in parts 2 and 3). Updates will be every Wednesday. Chapters will be 2.5–3.5k words long, except for the ending chapters of each part, which are twice as long. So, without further ado… More author's notes here.

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“Honey! I shrunk the kids!” 

Wanda bursts into the basement, apron billowing out like a cape. Except, there's no draft down here; that apron shouldn't be moving like that at all. But then again, considering your wife’s claim, maybe the laws of physics are taking a day off.

You glance up from the miniature model home you���re meticulously working on, unsure if you heard her right. Did she really just say that? 

“You what?”

Wanda, flushed and a little breathless, skids to a stop in front of you. “Okay, so I was experimenting with a new spell, one that was supposed to…” She bites her lip, hesitating, her face glowing a deeper shade of red. “...it was supposed to do something else, but it backfired and... well, it’s not important right now!”

“Jesus, Wanda.”

Your poor, beautiful, occasionally clumsy wife stands there, teetering between a freak-out and a fit of giggles. 

“It was an accident! I didn't mean to!” Wanda shrieks, causing the room to tremble from her panic.

Wanda's powers have always been a wildcard. You can child-proof the entire house in a day, but that definitely doesn't cover child-proofing Wanda herself—especially not when your kids are involved. Luckily, the boys have inherited some special abilities of their own, which leaves you as the sole non-superpowered member of the household. With that in mind, you know better than to panic. Getting worked up alongside her would only escalate things, and you’re not exactly keen on being shrunk next.

“Okay…where are they now?” you ask as calmly as you can manage.

Wanda takes a deep breath and leads you to the living room. You trail her in silence, clutching at composure. It can’t be that bad, right? The distant sound of playful music trickling through the house almost makes it seem like everything’s fine. You hadn’t really noticed it before, but now that you think about it, it’s like your brain has learned to associate that kind of tune with situations that somehow always end in collective sighs of relief.

Sighs, giggles, and applause—sounds that don't belong to Wanda or the boys.

Where are they coming from?

Before your mind can completely sink into the oddities of your life here in Westview, Wanda halts in the middle of the living room. Your eyes dart around, searching for Billy and Tommy, but they’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where?”

“Right there,” Wanda points toward the coffee table, her finger trembling slightly.

You squint in the direction she’s pointing. Next to the TV remote, two tiny figures wave up at you—your sons, each about the size of your thumb.

“Oh my god, they’re tiny!” you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. You expected them to be at least half their normal size—a size they might grow out of eventually.

“Shhhh, Y/N!” Wanda hisses, pressing her index finger to her lips. “The neighbors might hear you.”

Neighbors. Which usually means just Agnes from next door. There’s literally several meters of spaces between your houses, but somehow, she always manages to hear things she shouldn’t and pries like she’s in some perfectly timed routine.

Wanda kneels by the coffee table, her eyes soft. “I told them to stay right there until we sorted this out.”

The twins start making noises, sounding like tiny bells, though still hard to make out. You pull out a magnifying glass from your back pocket—has that been there the whole time?—making sure your sons are okay. As soon as the lenses zoom in on their faces, you're relieved to see them laughing uproariously, seemingly unbothered by their predicament.

“They seem... happy?” you say, lowering the magnifying glass.

“They think it's hilarious,” Wanda grumbles, her lips curling into a pout.

“So,” you sigh, pushing yourself to your feet. “Any ideas on how to fix this?”  You're tempted to suggest just letting it run its course, waiting for the spell to fizzle out, but you know Wanda wouldn’t go for that. She's fiercely protective of the twins, and you can't blame her—it’s all her handiwork, after all.

Then you hear it—a hiccup. Another follows, and then another, each one a little louder than the last.

Before you know it, Wanda's a sobbing mess.

You cup her face in your hands. “Hey, hey...it’s okay,” you murmur, gently brushing away a tear with your thumb.

Wanda’s breath hitches as she looks at you, her eyes brimming with worry. “What if I can’t fix it?”

“We will,” you promise, looking into her eyes.

A collective ‘awww’ rings in your ears, pulling you out of the moment. What the hell—where did that come from? You've had this creepy feeling of being watched lately, and it's only getting worse.

Wanda brings you back to focus when she nuzzles into your palm. “Oh, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You give her a small, lopsided grin and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Good thing you’ll never have to find out.” Something passes over her eyes as soon as you say it, but it vanishes in a split-second, replaced by a moment of inspiration.

“Wait,” she bursts out, stepping away from your embrace. “I think I have an idea.”

She heads straight for the fridge, and you trail after her, holding your breath.

“I’ve been trying to reverse it, but my magic isn’t cooperating. It’s like... it’s tangled,” Wanda mutters, yanking things out of the fridge.

You scowl, arms crossed, watching her. “Tangled? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. The more I try to fix it, the worse it gets. Like it has a life of its own,” she says. she says. After a few more seconds of rummaging, Wanda finally grabs a tetra pack of chocolate milk—the twins' favorite.

“I’m hoping this will do the trick,” she says, giving the carton a shake.

You cock your head, clueless on what’s going on. “Honey, what’s going on?”

Wanda mumbles, barely glancing up as she vigorously shakes the carton. “Just doing what it says—’Shake well before serving.’”

You roll your eyes, muttering, “This woman...”. Then louder, you ask, “I mean, what’s the chocolate got to do with our tiny children?”

Wanda stops mid-shake, a look of realization dawning on her face. “Oh, right,” she slaps her forehead. “You can’t read minds. I keep forgetting,” she chuckles, setting down the carton with a sheepish grin.

There it is again—a chorus of laughter from somewhere far off. Your mouth twitches at the sound—it’s really starting to get on your nerves. You make a mental note to bring it up with Wanda later.

Wanda gathers herself, then pitches her plan. “Instead of directly casting a spell on the twins, I think it’s safer to enchant this chocolate milk.” She picks up the carton again, giving it a final shake. “The idea is to infuse the milk with a spell that will gradually restore them to their normal sizes.”

You nod, beginning to understand what she’s trying to do. “Sounds less risky than zapping them with more magic head on.”

“Exactly,” she agrees, her eyes lighting up with excitement. You’d swear she’s getting a kick out of this macabre parenting hack—kids and all. The background tune keeps playing, like a promise that the universe won’t let things turn to shit. You’re wondering if maybe Wanda hears it too.

“This way, the magic is diluted and can adjust more naturally with their systems. It’s like... sneaking the cure into their bodies,” she says, snapping her fingers, red swirls of magic emanating from them to the carton of milk.

“I'm so proud of you, baby,” you say, leaning in for a quick kiss which she happily accepts. “For finding a fix, I mean. The whole shrinking our kids thing? Still not great.”

–

“What kind of spell do you think Wanda was going for?” Darcy asks, her eyes fixed on the credits rolling across the screen before it fades to black. She’s really gotten into Wanda’s little show, a welcome distraction from the freezing depths of hell that is New Jersey in November. Though exciting things are finally happening to her, the timing couldn't be worse. 

“No clue,” Jimmy mutters, his attention glued to the laptop in front of him. It’s been two days since Quantico sent him to look into the bizarre case of a missing town—a phenomenon almost unheard of in the 21st century. Upon arriving, they discovered that the town in question, Westview, was enveloped by some sort of anomaly—or a Hex, as Darcy has started calling it, referring to the hexagonal shape of the barrier encasing the town. 

Around the same time as the discovery, S.W.O.R.D. agent Monica Rambeau was quite literally sucked into the anomaly by accident. The only breakthrough has been Darcy Lewis’ detection of the signals, providing them with a window into the mysterious shroud, even helping them identify some of the show's characters as actual residents of the town.

But overall, they're still desperately trying to piece together why this is happening and how to stop it.

Darcy peeks over at the data on Jimmy’s screen. “Find anything new?”

Jimmy sighs in frustration. “No, not really. Everything we dig up just adds more questions instead of answers.”

“Like what, for instance?”

Instead of answering directly, he slides a thick file across the table toward her. “See for yourself.”

Darcy catches the file and starts flipping through it. Murmuring, she says, “So, Google finally returned search results?” The stack of papers is downright daunting. Jimmy’s right—any mountain of information would raise more questions than answers.

“No, not Google,” Jimmy corrects her. “Stark's highly confidential database did. The woman Wanda's married to in Westview? She’s not in any public records. Turns out her records were wiped clean two years ago.”

Darcy looks up, puzzled. “Why would Stark's company have this?”

“Just read, Darcy. It’s all in there,” he says, turning his full attention back to his research.

Darcy frowns slightly and begins scanning through the pages more attentively. It takes her a few minutes to piece together the information she's reading, with her mind going in different directions and still burning with curiosity about the spell Wanda botched.

Finally, she reads aloud, somewhat incredulously, “Subject was recognized as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s youngest marksmanship prodigy prior to recruitment by Stark Industries following the dissolution of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Subsequently provided tactical support on multiple classified operations in conjunction with the Avengers initiative.”

She sets the file down thoughtfully. “Kinda reminds me a bit of Romanoff or Barton. Total badass. I hadn’t pegged Maximoff for that crowd.”

“What crowd did you have Wanda filed under?” Jimmy asks, just out of curiosity.

Darcy’s gaze drifts off, a dreamy smirk on her lips. “Honestly? I always pictured her—or anyone for that matter—swooning over someone more…mythical hammer than tactical espionage.”

Jimmy snorts to himself at Darcy's whimsical take and says, “Of course, you’d say that. Thor's everyone's type.”

“He’s yours too?”

“Yeah, why not,” Jimmy shrugs, his tone more reluctant than sarcastic, which only amuses Darcy more.

“So,” Darcy begins, “Wanda's settled down in New Jersey, married to a woman? I mean, good for her. They all deserve a break. Maybe even an early retirement.”

Jimmy lets out a long, tired sigh, like he's just about done with everything. Darcy notices and raises an eyebrow. “What now?”

He barely glances up. “Like I said, everything’s in there. Just keep reading.”

Darcy groans but goes back to the file, flipping through the pages again. She’s about to make a snarky comment when something catches her attention—something that has her eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

“It… it says here Y/N’s dead.”

“That’s right,” Jimmy responds without missing a beat.

“Not snapped five years ago. Dead-dead.”

“Yep.”

Darcy stares at the page, disbelief all over her face. “That can’t be right, can it?”

Jimmy finally swivels his chair to face her, looking as tired as he sounds. “That’s what I’ve been trying to wrap my head around for hours. If aliens and superheroes are real, maybe bringing someone back from the dead to star in a sitcom isn’t so far-fetched, right?”

–

You carefully pull the blankets up over Billy, smoothing his hair and whispering a soft good night. Tommy’s already half-asleep, but you make sure to tuck him in just as snugly, brushing a kiss on his forehead. Wanda stands in the doorway, watching you, her heart swelling in her chest. You were so clueless when she first had the twins, but now, being a mother just seems to come naturally to you. 

And you pulled it off in a week, while the twins stretched into six-year-olds just as fast.

“Honey,” you call softly, noticing the way she’s lost in thought. “Aren’t you going to say good night to our boys?”

Wanda steps into the room, giving each of the boys their good night kiss. You pucker your lips, silently asking for your turn, and she playfully swats your arm, whispering, “Not here, baby.”

You pout, giving her your best puppy-dog eyes, which only makes her smile. Without warning, you grab her hand and hurriedly pull her out of the boys' room, making a beeline for your bedroom. Wanda’s laughter fills the hallway, and just as you reach the door, you suddenly sweep her off the ground, lifting her into your arms.

Wanda lets out a shriek, her laughter infectious, and you can’t help but grin, even as you let her thump onto the mattress—a sloppy, graceless drop. You follow her onto the bed, rolling onto your stomach to peer down at her, still sporting that stupid smile.

“So, about that kiss you owe me,” you whisper, hovering closer, teasing her with your proximity.

Wanda nods distractedly. “I think I can manage that,” she murmurs, and then her lips are on yours.

It starts simple and sweet. Though soon, her tongue is gently nudging your lips apart, and it quickly becomes anything but. Her hands slip down to your back, pulling you close until her heartbeat hammering against yours. You break away, lips trailing down to her neck, exploring every dip and hollow, your tongue darting out to taste her skin. When you hit that spot just behind her ear, the one that always drives her wild, she gasps.

“Don't start something you can’t finish,” she warns, her voice already thick with want.

“Who says I won't?” you shoot back with a wolfish grin.

You both fall into a familiar routine, as easy to slip into as the back of your hand. There’s no hurry, just the two of you moving languidly—whispering against skin, giggles turning into sighs and breathy moans. Sometimes, being with Wanda feels like a desperate need, as if not having her completely would literally be the end of you. But it’s moments like these that are your favorite—the ones where you’re barely even trying, yet she still comes apart at your touch, at the mere feeling of your fingers on her. 

Eventually, you both settle down, a contented sigh escaping you as you curl up against Wanda, your skin slightly damp with the effort of your love. You like this, being the little spoon, hiding your face in her neck like you’re hiding from the world, though you vaguely recall a time when it was usually her in your arms. 

As you’re staggering on the edge of sleep, Wanda’s fingers gently massage your scalp, her lips dropping soft, pensive kisses on your forehead. You're almost out, but one last question keeps you from drifting off entirely.

“Wanda, that spell earlier that shrunk the boys—what was that about?” you mumble, your words slurring into the dream nipping at your consciousness.

Wanda’s laughter rumbles through her chest, nudging you slightly from your drowsy state.

“Come on, tell me,” you coax, giving her side a playful pinch to keep her talking.

“It’s embarrassing,” she mumbles, her face turning a delightful shade of pink again that spreads down her neck and chest. Her coy reaction wakes you up some more. As a twisted kind of payback, you run your tongue rough over her nipple, snatching a sharp gasp from her. Moving up, you hold her flushed cheek, making sure she’s looking right at you. Your thigh presses between hers, and it doesn’t take long before she’s wet and ready again.

“Are you going to tell me, or do you plan on sleeping with a wet pussy tonight?” you whisper, brushing your lips against the corner of her mouth. Under different circumstances, Wanda would scold you for your crudeness, but right now, she's too worked up to care. Your dirty mouth has always been one of the most irritating yet irresistible things about you. Even having kids hasn’t changed that.

“I was trying to... enchant your...” she starts, but then your hand tightens on her butt, spurring her subtle grinding movements. By this time, she’s practically dripping onto the sheets, her thoughts scattering as the tightening sensation below her stomach builds.

“My what?” you push, smirking as you watch her fumble for words. You hoist her leg, resting it on your shoulder, laying her wide open. You slide two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly while your thumb brutally circles her clit. As she hesitates to answer, you hook in another finger, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure from Wanda. Your gaze stays locked on your wife, a part of you as surprised as she might be at your boldness tonight.

All day, she’s haunted every corner of your mind, fantasizing about stealing a quick, desperate moment while the twins are asleep or at Agnes’s. But there’s been something—an unnameable restraint—holding you back from indulging those wicked impulses. It isn’t until the boys are asleep, the house quiet, that those invisible chains start to loosen. That’s when you can finally allow yourself to desire Wanda the way you really want to. The way you’ve always been meant to.

“Your... clit,” Wanda finally spits out, seeing you've drifted off, stuck in your head. “I thought I could make it... well, longer. Like a...” She chokes on the words, too embarrassed to finish.

“Like a cock?” you throw out crudely, looking down at her impishly.

Wanda nods, mortified but also a little defiant. “Wanted you to fuck me with it,” she mumbles, finding her backbone now that the secret's in the open.

“I am fucking you,” you whisper hotly right into her ear. “But if you want it like that, all you have to do is say the word.”

Wanda clenches around you at the thought of doing it like that in the near future, her breath hitching. “Please,” she mewls, the word dripping with need. 

“Good girl,” you growl, cranking up the pace as you drive your fingers harder inside her, making her gasp and arch towards you. “You can come.”

With a choked whimper, Wanda surrenders, her body seizing as her orgasm washes over her. She soaks your wrist, the clear fluid trickling down onto the sheets, but you don't stop, pushing through every pulse of her release until she's quaking, utterly wrecked beneath you. You patiently wait until her spasms subside before slowly pulling your fingers away.

Wanda's hand shoots out, stopping your movements. “Stay,” she implores, sounding like she's on the verge of tears. You're momentarily startled by her reaction, concerned something might be wrong. Swiftly, you slide your fingers back where they belong, nestled deep inside her.

“Okay, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur, pushing back the damp strands of hair sticking to her forehead with your free hand. Exhaustion begins to cloud your senses as you sink down beside Wanda, still keeping your hand where she wants it. 

“I'm sorry for needing you so much,” Wanda murmurs, her voice shaky with tears you can't see, your cheek pressed against the pillow beside hers.

“Don't be,” you mumble, half-lost to sleep as she clings to you more tightly. “I’m here.”

“You love me,” she says, a hint of wonder, of fear.

You nod, lips brushing the nape of her neck. “And you love me,” you murmur back, your eyes slipping shut. “I'm not going anywhere, Wanda.”

“For now,” she whispers to herself, once your breathing evens out in sleep.

Tears betray her then, and she clamps a hand over her mouth to keep quiet. But just before her sobs fully break free, she flicks a finger, a thin red wisp of magic ensuring you stay deep in sleep.

With you unaware, Wanda surrenders to her grief.

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First Place To See The Sun

By bazemayonnaise @bazemayonnaise

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 14,573 words

Summary: Based on the post: "Agent Jimmy Woo watching the news and realizing that fun asian superheroes were running around back in san francisco while he was stuck trying to convince a white woman not to hold thousands of innocent townspeople hostage and torture them”

My thoughts: Jimmy is such a cool guy. He deserves this.

[flamingspud]

Five year old Jimmy pouted. "I don't get it," he said, sitting up from where he lay on the ground, colouring. "What don't you get?" Cleo asked from the couch, where she was sat rocking Bdubs, who was only a few months old at this point. "Why do we need another baby? We have Bdubs to all the weird baby things," he explained, and as if to demonstrate Bdubs made a funny noise.

Cleo and Etho watch their nephews, and Jimmy shares some opinions about the newest family member.

Woo! Another oneshot!!

[siriannatan]

"If you wanted to go out with me, you didn't have to crash my date to do so." - JimmyScott(fWhip)

This month, I decided to try writing a few hundred words a day. Be it a part of a longer chapter, a Minecraft one-shot, or a Hartsteel oneshot (Riot put the biggest morons into a band, I could not resist).

Here's to hoping I keep it up :}

Jimmy was never going to be able to look Scott in the face. Not after today. Damn Grian and his partial information.

"You know," the villain said. Clearly amused by Jimmy's distress. "If you wanted to go out with me, you didn't have to crash my date to do so."

"I didn't know it was a date! They're a ruthless killer - what was I supposed to think? I thought it was a business meeting." Jimmy's cheeks burned, utterly mortified. "Besides," he muttered. "Didn't look like it was going well anyway.

The villain raised his brow. "Oh?" he hummed and Jimmy looked, with his best possible at-the-moment glare, to Scott's clearly amused face. "And, pray tell, how is a proper date supposed to go?" he mused, swirling his wine. "Or show, I had this whole thing ready for wooing fWhip but... we both know how that ended. Would be a shame to waste all that honest, legal work I did," he grinned.

Jimmy blushed. Scott might have been practically evil incarnate. His nemesis. The worst villain he faced on a regular basis. But he was also really, really handsome. Especially without his jester's mask and fedora. Lounging casually in an empty restaurant. "I'm working tonight..." Jimmy rambled out and escaped through the window he broke in through. Followed by Scott's soft chuckle. 

He was never good at dealing with Scott...

Scott watched the wreck of the window with an amused smile. He just loved Jimmy's reactions. "So? What do you think?" he asked his original date.

"You were right, our little hero is quite cute," fWhip chuckled, taking his seat on the other side of the table. Scott was used to seeing him in long heavy coats and masks covering his whole face so tonight was a nice change. He looked damn nice in a suit. But quite honestly said suit would look better on Scott's bedroom floor. "So, back to celebrating our new arrangements?" the assassin asked with an unfairly handsome smirk.

"And here I thought tonight's a date," Scott sighed, snapping his fingers to let the staff know to bring their food.

"Could be one instead," fWhip hummed back. "We can celebrate working together in different ways," he chuckled. Scott was more than happy celebrating with an evil ploy to take over the world and make this o cute little date.

[floretissogay]

my ao3:

through it all (explicit) (james/regulus oneshot, trans regulus, modern no-magic au, first time, fluff and smut): James and Regulus are ready to take their relationship a step further. They're testing their boundaries and re-discovering each other in new ways.

the box under the bed (unrated) (platonic james & sirius oneshot, canon-divergence, grief, sirius finds out about jegulus, mourning): “We were in love,” James said softly. “Not that we ever admitted it out loud. Fuck, it was terrifying. It was awful. It was the best thing I ever had.”

rock bottom (teen and up) (barty/evan texting fic, multi chapter, modern no magic au, slytherin skittles, humour): Evan dyes his hair. Barty finally admits to liking him. Not to Evan himself, of course. Feelings are so embarassing. [COMPLETE]

favours for a friend (explicit) (remus/sirius, fwb james/sirius, 3 chapters, smut, hogwarts, misunderstandings): Sirius comes out to James because he wants to talk about his crush on Remus. James... also talks about his crush on Remus? They proceed to do each other a favour. [COMPLETE]

married and in love! (mature) (remus/sirius, fleur/tonks, multi chapter, nb tonks, modern no magic au, fake marriage): Remus navigates his new relationship, hoping his marriage isn't a dealbreaker. Tonks tries to woo the waitress who works at the cafe where they meet their husband's new boyfriend. [ONGOING]

#fic rec (explicit) (james/regulus, multi chapter, online relationship, tumblr mutuals to lovers, ao3 fanfiction writers, modern no magic au): Regulus (aka Leo, aka denebulus) writes long, angsty fics on AO3. James (aka Jimmy, aka prongsyboy) writes smutty one shots. [ONGOING]

straight girls (teen and up) (mary/lily, dorcas/marlene, one shot, 5+1, hogwarts, fluff and humour): Marlene and Dorcas were fascinated and confused by whatever the fuck Mary and Lily had going on. Straight girls had shockingly intimate friendships, apparently.

in the light from the movie screen (mature) (james/lily, one shot, modern no magic au, fluff and smut, exhibitionism): At first, James had wanted to pull out the rose petals and wine bottles– to really make it special– but Lily didn't want that. They talked about what they both actually did want and discovered that they have something very interesting in common.

[elegantwizardtree]

Lost but Not found

Peter awoke suddenly, he wasn't sure exactly what had his heart racing the minute brown eyes had opened to the wide blue sky above him, but it was surely something to be alert over. He took a quick sweep around the field he supposedly landed in, not sure of how exactly he ended up there. The last memory Peter had was of being cornered in a lab, guns were pointed at his head, and a whisper had sounded from far away, but at the same time, the voice sounded as if it were right at his ear. The next thing he knew, Peter was waking up in the middle of nowhere smack dab in a field of wildflowers. 

"Well shit." He muttered to himself as he scratched the back of his neck. What the speedster did know was that he seemed to be on his own in this random-ass field, none of the other X-men have seemed to made it with him, or seemed to have gone through whatever the hell that was before waking up this experience felt all like a dream to him, one he wanted to wake up from.

With a sigh and one more sweep around the field, Peter nodded to himself and raced off in a random direction. The lonely X-man needed to find his team, or really, he needed to figure out what happened to him because this is not the lab experimenting on missing teenage mutants that were located in West Texas, the scenery and landscape was nothing like what he remembered it being, and if the big ass sign that he just passed didn't give it away, he'd have to say he was in New Jersey. This caused Peter to pause, he stopped on the side of a highway, luckily no one had passed by to see a young silver-haired man appear out of the grey/blue blur that had been racing along the highway, and he was thankful for that really, but right about now would be nice for one of his friends to jump out, as if this was all some sort of terrible joke being played, but it appeared not to be because no one, Scott nor Ororo jumped out with widening smiles upon their faces as they teased the speedster for passing out on a mission.

"Fuck, fuck where is everyone?" Turning around and round, Peter gripped at his strands of hair and began to tug. The longer he stood and stared upon the green sign before him, the harder the tugging became, he was very near pulling out a fist fulls of hair if he didn't stop.

"Uh, is everything alright over there?" A voice sounded from behind Peter, it startled him into a jump, his arms falling limply to his side as he slowly turned to face whoever it had been to question him. 

The person in question stood at the edge of the road, just barely out of the front seat of his car as if he's just gotten out, which the stranger had, and wondering whether or not should step out any further towards Peter. "I- no, no I don't know how I got here." The stranger frowned deeply as he stepped away from the car, closing the door behind him, and made the rest of his way over to Peter. 

Taking a moment to himself, Peter ran quickly around the new man, he noticed the FBI printed out on the older adult's jacket and the odd-looking car that was parked to the side. It probably wasn't safe for Peter to stick around much longer, but he wasn't going to up and vanish just yet, he needed answers, and maybe this agent would be able to give him some.

Finished with his little search, Peter went to standing back in his original space and smiled awkwardly at the darker-haired male that he still didn't know the name of. Peter hadn't been lucky enough to spot any ID inside of the car and he wasn't feeling up to pickpocketing the man.

"Is everything alright, do you need a ride?" The strange man asked once he'd stopped a few inches away from Peter, the older gentleman looked kind and had a gentle smile on his face, he was trying to make it known that he meant no harm to the younger male stood before him, and Peter was grateful for the thought he probably wouldn't have stayed longer.

 "Yeah, could you manage New York? I don't remember how I ended up in New Jersey, of all places." Peter laughed awkwardly and rubbed at the back of his neck in embarrassment, the stranger raised an eyebrow in confusion and nodded his head before stepping aside and pointing towards the car. "Sure thing, but first I need to make a stop, it shouldn't take too long." The two stood in awkward silence, it was clear the stranger wanted to say more but chose against it, Peter was once again thankful for the decision by the shorter man because he had yet to pull a cover story out of his ass.

--

"So, what can I call you? I kinda need a name to give my losey friends once they see I've been property dropped off at home." Now in the car, Peter was steadily drumming his fingers against his lap, it was something to do to keep the speedster from fidgeting in his seat and possibly giving him away to the agent who sat only a foot or so across from him. "Woo, Jimmy Woo, and you are?" The agent, now known as Jimmy, smiled lightly at Peter, he reached out with a single hand in greeting before shaking Peter's and turning back towards the road. 

"And yours, I don't exactly want to continue calling you 'misty' in my head," Peter raised his eyebrows and looked over towards Jimmy, the older man was red with embarrassment with a blush running from the tip of his ears, down to his neck, he soon coughed awkwardly. 

Taking a look from the highway over to Peter, Jimmy did a slight tilt to the head and pointed a finger up at Peter's silver locks, "it's uh, because of the hair." A hum fell from Peter's lips and he nodded his head, the explanation put a smile on his face and caused a laugh to echo through the tiny car. Jimmy soon had a mirroring grin crossing his lips. "Yeah, that's a new one, people normally just call me a freak. I gotta say, I kinda like the change." 

The too soon fell back into silence, the radio was on at a low volume, helping to fill the car up with some noise, but not enough to take away the edge of awkward silence. "Oh, and my name's Peter, Peter Maximoff." The name must have come as a shock to Jimmy, because as soon as the word 'Maximoff' had been spoken, the agent pulled to a quick stop and jerked his head towards Peter, a strange look was falling upon his face, one that read of confusion and maybe disbelief." 

"You wouldn't happen to know a Wanda Maximoff, would you?" Peter froze up at the question, he hadn't heard that name in years, hadn't spoken it since he was fourteen years old, pain that the name carried had caused for him to shut down completely if anyone had so much as mentioned her, and now, hearing his dead sisters name coming from a man he'd only met thirty minutes ago didn't sit right with him, the young mutant was about ready to jump out of the car and run.

"How do you know that name, no one should know that name-" Jimmy cut Peter off before he could go any further, a look of concern now flooded his features, the agent's brown eyes filled with worry as he looked upon the face of the young man before him. "What do you mean, Wanda Maximoff was wanted by the US government five years ago, it's kind of hard not to know the name?" The statement came out more as a question, the confusion was thick in the air and both males didn't know what to do about it. It was clear one or the other was getting their facts wrong. 

With a huff, Peter shifted nervously in the passenger seat, his fingers now rushing into a blur as he repeatedly tapped his legs. "That's the name of my DEAD twin sister, how can she have been wanted by the US government if she's been dead since I was fourteen years old?" Tears were thick in the speedsters voice as he tried his best at forcing down the forming lump in his throat, the subject was never easy, and especially right now when the FBI agent sat beside him was convinced his dead sister was alive, it wasn't a funny joke to the speedster and it became clear to Jimmy that Peter, whoever he was didn't know anything of the major world events from the last five years, possibly even before.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you, truly I am, but what's the last major world event you remember?" Peter thought on this for a moment, his lips being chewed between his lips as he thought back to the last two months of his life. "John Gotti just got life in prison." Once again the car pulled to a jerky stop and the older man to the side of Peter looked over to the silver-haired man as if he'd grown a second head. 

"Peter, John Gotti got life in prison in 1992 and he's been dead since 2002, it's currently 2023." Peter's eyes went wide in disbelief, it was only yesterday the news had even been released, and now this man, the one he's only met an hour ago is telling him the trial was years in the past. The speedster didn't know what to do besides stare into the empty road before them.

"Where have you been for the last thirty-one years?" 

[blackstarising]

know what? i'm choosing violence today!!!!!! i bet jimmy can sing ✨GOOD good ✨ like monica and darcy and 15 other clowns sword agents will drop whatever they're doing to listen while he's singing to himself with his headphones in all just huddled in awe in the back like

[gaylittleinnkeepers]

» ⚡️ request: HAHA no, but feel free to request a wandavision/mcu or skyrim or blackpink fic

» 🌷 pairing(s): darcy lewis/jimmy woo if you squint

» ❄️ character(s): darcy lewis, jimmy woo, monica rambeau

» 🍂 length: short

[story under cut]

darcy lewis is always on caffeine.

or, at least, that’s what jimmy believes, considering the brunette always has a cup of warm coffee in her hand. the few time’s he’s seen her without, darcy looks near dead.

so that leads him to assume that without caffeine, darcy lewis is unable to function properly; both as a human being and as whatever (or whoever) darcy lewis is.

one day, he just so happens to notice that half-dead darcy has shown up to work: her glasses are askew, her beanie is inside-out, and she barely notices when monica snaps her fingers in front of her face.

“darcy! where’s your head?”

the brunette woman mumbles something incomprehensible in response, and is left to watch the broadcast once again, with red eyes and tapping fingers.

after a few pained minutes, jimmy finally decides to stand up and leave, much to the curiosity of the astrophysicist next to him.

“just keep watching, okay?” he instructs her half-heartedly, earning him a sleepy nod from darcy.

she doesn’t see him again for two hours, much to her anxiety. though later jimmy would tell her she didn’t have to worry.

he comes back with a big grin and three coffees, one for each of the ‘hexagang’ (named by darcy).

as darcy sips her cappuccino, she sends him a grateful smile. “thanks. i needed this.”

jimmy only gives her a small grin.

[jadegrey711]

                         Roll Me, Like Your  Flour Dough

                               Baker!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! I decided I want to make something longer than a oneshot so this is my first attempt at a Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader series! The title and the inspiration for this came from that Tina Turner song and thus this story was born! I currently don’t know how long I’ll make this but hopefully I won’t get super self conscious about my writing and like give up on this one.  But, I’m super excited for this one and I really hope you guys all like it. 

This will eventually contain smut so this story is considered +18 so keep that in mind when you read. But other than that I decided to make something so incredibly fluffy lol. Header is made by me! But I don’t own any of the pictures. Just the story. 

Summary:  Reader is a travel nurse who is looking for a slower paced job away from the hustle and bustle of the emergency room and takes a residency in a small idylic town a few hours from Boston. Where she comes to mets new friends and an especially handsome baker named Steve Rogers.

*Also just know that while I may be a Nursing major I know very little about the travel nursing world and what all of it entails with the agencies so if I say something wrong if you want to correct me just please do it nicely* 

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting​​ to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

I own all rights to this story and do not give permission for my stories to be published, translated or reposted anywhere else. The only places I have published my stories is here on Tumblr and on my AO3 account (LadyAuthor711)

PART 1: The Arrival 

The listing was exactly the kind of posting you were looking for. It was a listing for a local clinic in a small town a few hours from Boston, looking for an RN who was willing to fill in at the clinic for the next five months. It would definitely be a change of pace for you and a mental break from the hustle and bustle of the ER. You were more than glad to exchange the gunshots wounds and car crashes for treating ear infections and broken wrists. 

As soon as you accepted the posting you emailed the leading physician there at the clinic who also seemed to be the owner, Dr. Sam Wilson. Who seemed to be the type of man with a bursting personality from what you gleaned over your email exchange. He let you know that he was more than happy to welcome you into their town and to his clinic and he gave you the number for the local realtor; Jimmy Woo who would help you find a place for the duration of your stay in town. 

After you finished up your emails with Dr. Wilson you immediately contacted Mr. Woo via email and your agency to get the matter of housing settled and then you were buying your ticket and would be flying out tomorrow morning to Boston.

As you packed you procrastinated a bit by looking up the town and scrolled through pictures of it. It was the idyllic perfect little town, maybe not so little but it definitely didn't have the occupancy of a major city. However as you continued to google the place, you also looked at the yelp reviews for most of the businesses and shops in town. It seemed like this town had everything, from a martial arts studio, a bookstore, a nursery and flower shop and the shop that had the most reviews and in fact the highest reviews was a bakery. 

“Star Spangled Bakery.” You murmured to yourself and browsed through their photos. You felt your jaw drop and your mouth water at the sight of all the pictures of the beautiful confections and sweets that were available at the shop. From donuts the size of your fist to beautifully decorated cakes with intricate patterns of icing, along with brownies absolutely oozing chocolate, petit fours, croissants and even photos of people holding their coffee since this place was also a cafe too. 

You scrolled to some of the reviews. 

“This place is heaven on earth! And there’s even a beautiful angel here too! ;)” 

“Hands down got to be the best bakery and cafe I have ever been to. Rogers never ceases to amaze!” 

“God just watching Steve knead dough alone is worth giving this place five stars but he’s also amazing at making anything you can dream up! Why is life so unfair!” 

You giggled to yourself as you kept scrolling through the reviews, obviously a lot of them were made by women who thought the owner of the place was attractive. 

You bit your lip and went to the bakeries website in search of a picture of the infamous Steve Rogers, but you pouted a bit when there was none to be found. Of course there were a hundred more of his amazing masterpieces and a short blurb about him and how he went off to Paris to train and came back home to put his new skills to use in his family’s bakery; but there was no picture of him. 

“Hmm.” you muttered to yourself and looked at the time on your phone, letting out a shriek at the fact that it was currently midnight and you just spent three hours googling this town and Steve Rogers along with the fact that you still hadn’t finished packing and your flight was in four hours. 

You ran to your closet and pulled out all your winter coats since you’d be there well into the new year and your sweaters for California’s “winter”, so weren't going to cut it in Massachusetts where they actually had winter. You felt yourself involuntarily shiver at the thought of snow and grabbed an extra jacket just to be safe. You ran around your house like a madwoman making sure that you had everything together and ready for when you had to get up in approximately two hours for your flight. 

***

Approximately two and a half hours later you were dressed and had already called an uber to take you to the airport. While you waited you did a quick double check of the two suitcases and carry on that had been your constant companions these past seven years of endless adventures. Then you took a look around your bare apartment, there was no trace of you here; nothing to signify that this place had been your home for the past five years. No photos or art on the walls, no little knick knacks, even your book shelves were practically bare, save for the medical books you’ve kept since college. It made everything easier that way though, not having to carry around that extra weight if you had to one day just up and go; everything that you owned could fit into three cardboard boxes. 

It wasn’t a sad thought to you, that was how you wanted it. How during the duration of the program seven years ago you dreamed of being always on the move, never putting down roots and experiencing all that life had to offer. What would've been sad is if you stayed in that stuffy little box you used to call your life, always knowing and feeling that there was so much more out there you wanted, needed to experience. And now, now you could experience everything and anything you wanted to, you had no strings on you and that was perfectly fine with you. 

When the uber arrived to take you to the airport you take one last look around your apartment and then grabbed your bags to head out into your newest adventure. 

***

You groaned as you cracked your back as you headed off the plane with the other passengers and towards baggage claim. 

You made quick work of grabbing your bags and managed to snag yourself a rental car before you plugged in the name of the clinic into google maps and started the long drive. 

*** 

It took you about two and half hours before you finally saw the big town sign, signalling that you had finally made it! It took another twenty minutes for you to actually reach the town and when you did you slowed your speed a little more than necessary but you wanted to take it all in. The first word that came to mind when you saw the place was; idyllic. 

It was like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting or an episode of Gilmore Girls with all the beautiful colors of autumn as its backdrop. As you weaved your way through the town, you saw most of the places that you were looking at online; you watched as people chatted and laughed as they entered the martial arts studio, holding bags with what you assumed would be the equipment they would use. Others were walking inside the flower shop, it’s front windows decorated to the nines with gorgeous window paintings of different flowers, there was even a bookshop here; which you made a personal note to visit as much as you can. 

And there was Star Spangled Bakery and with it apparently came a line of people out the door and around the corner just waiting to get inside. 

“Damn was it really that good?” You mumbled to yourself, and rounded the corner with your car heading towards the clinic. 

A five minute drive through town and you had finally made it. You pulled in one of the parking spaces in front of the clinic and got out, giving your back another crack before grabbing your purse and heading up the steps and inside. 

When you opened the door there was a small chime of a bell that sounded above your head. You walked further inside and saw a young black woman sitting at the front desk, you made your way over and smiled at her as she looked up and met your eyes. 

“Hello!” She said with a bright smile on her head. “Is there something I can help you with?” 

“Hi!” You said as you returned her smile with a bright one of her own. “And yes. I am the new nurse filling in here for the next few months, I’m looking for Dr. Wilson?”

“Oh my goodness yes!” She said excitedly as she got up from her seat and made her way around the desk to stand in front of you. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Shuri.” She said, holding out her hand. 

“It’s nice to meet you too. I’m Y/N.” you replied and eagerly shook her hand. 

“It’s so exciting to finally have someone new here! The nurse who was here before you, Jessica, left to go work in the big city and it’s been kind of lonely here with only myself, Dr. Wilson, and Dr. Foster. So it’s very exciting to have a new friend here to work with. And I just know that we will be fast friends.” She smiled. 

You let out a small chuckle. “I definitely think that we will be fast friends too, Shuri.” 

“I’m glad to hear you say that! I just know that you’ll fall in love with this place. It may be a small town but we are a few hours from Boston and we have some amazing shops that are major tourist attractions. My brother and his wife, Nakia own the martial arts studio here in town. Hey. How about after you and Dr. Wilson are introduced. I'll show you around the town?” 

“That would be amazing! I appreciate that Shuri.” You said, giving her an emphatic smile.  

“Yeah of course!” 

Suddenly, you heard one of the doors open down the hallway.

“Alright, Ms. Harkness. Everything looks great, your blood pressure was a bit high which I would like to be a bit lower. And you need to cut down on those sweets-” Dr. Wilson was soon cut off by the older woman walking out of the exam room behind him.

“As you said everything is fine and as for the sweets, I hope you aren’t trying to deny an old woman her pleasures, Sam.” Ms. Harkness said giving Dr. Wilson a soft but still stern look that meant she wasn’t going to hear anything else he said unless it was ‘good day’. 

Dr. Wilson gave her a dazzling white smile before nodding his head. “Alright, you have a good day, Ms. Harkness.” 

She patted his cheek, and returned his smile. “You too, Sam.” Before the old woman walked past you and Shuri; Shuri waving her out before she walked out of the clinic. 

“Sam!” Shuri smiled as he walked over to where you and Shuri were standing. As the good doctor walked towards you and Shuri you could finally take in the little details of him you couldn’t see when he was down the hall. Well, you could see he was tall and built but now you got to see the warmth in his eyes and that winning smile he showed both your and Shuri’s way. 

God damn this man just oozes charm. 

“Good morning, Shuri.” He greeted her, before his chocolate brown eyes met yours. 

“This is the new hire, her name is Y/N.” 

“Yes! Ms. Y/L/N. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” He smiled again and stuck his large hand out for you to shake. You quickly shook his hand, feeling it practically engulf yours. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, Dr. Wilson.” You said feeling your cheeks warm. 

“Please call me Sam!” he said and you swore he just cranked his charm levels up to eleven. 

He took his hand back from your handshake. “Are you sure?” You questioned. Your years of training in both the actual medical practices and hospital etiquette refusing to call him by his first name. 

“Yes. I’m sure.” he chuckled. 

“Yeah. Only tourists who come in call him Dr. Wilson. Everyone knows everyone in this town and formality kind of went out the window maybe a year after Sam took over the practice from his dad.” Shuri chirped in. 

“Oh alright. Well it’s definitely going to be something to get used to.” You smirked. 

“I’m sure it will be a minor adjustment for you, after working with all the sooty doctors in the cities, am I right?” 

“You’re most definitely not wrong.” You chuckled. 

“Well now that introduction are out of the way. Can I interest you in a tour of the clinic? I think even Dr. Foster is lurking around somewhere. She’s our main OB on residence but she also does General practitioning.” 

“Yes! Of course I’d love a tour of the place.”

“Alright then, Shuri, are you going to pretend at the front desk or are you going to just join us for the tour.” Sam finished but Shuri had already beat him to the punch with the back in thirty minutes sign at the front desk and started walking behind us with a big smile on her face. 

***

The tour of the clinic took about an hour or so where Sam explained your duties and what kind of cases you are most likely to treat. 

“We do get the occasional burn or cut especially in Winter when someone always thinks they’re He-Man tries to chop their own wood.” 

“The sight of blood doesn’t bother me. I’ve dealt with more crashes and gunshot wounds in the ER than ear aches.” 

“Well I hope our little clinic won’t be too slow for you, Y/N.” 

“Not all, Dr - I mean Sam. “ You smiled sheepishly. “I think it'll be a nice change of pace.” 

“I’m glad to hear you say that, Y/N.” 

After that Sam did manage to find Dr. Foster, who just like Sam likes to be called by her first name; Jane. 

She was a nice lady who unlike Sam didn’t grow up in this town and was a bit more like you in the way that she also worked in the big city and the major hospitals. She explained how she used to work in the major hospitals with the kind of people who grew severely uppity when you didn’t call them Doctor even while off duty and decided to work somewhere else that had a slower pace to it.  Which is how she met Sam and her now husband who oddly enough is named… Thor. 

“This place will definitely get you if you stay long enough.” Jane chuckled.

“I’m only here till the new year.” You replied and Jane gave you a knowing smirk. 

“I was only supposed to be here for three months. Now I’ve been here for three years. This place unexpectedly grows on you.” 

“And I am hoping to further contaminate Y/N with our charming town by giving her a tour!” Shuri chuckled.

“Wonderful!” Jane smiled. “If you manage to find your way to the flower shop say “Hi” to my husband for me will you? You can’t miss him.” 

Shuri and you smiled and waved goodbye to Jane as you all left her office, before Shuri leaned over to whisper conspiratorially in your ear. “That’s because he’s built like a freaking tree!” Shuri chuckled, making you both laugh.

“Now, that’s something I got to see.” you whispered back. 

“Then let’s go!” shuri said as she linked her arm in yours and you both waved goodbye to Sam and Jane and headed to Shuri’s car which was parked behind the clinic.

A/N: Ahh! So it starts! I really hope you guys liked the beginning of my story! And are as excited as me for another part! I also promise that baker Steve will show up in the next part and some other fav characters as well! 

Don’t hesitate to reblog and leave comments! It’s honestly what keeps the inspiration going!

[captainsophiestark]

Sight

Jimmy Woo x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: Jimmy Woo + Nebula (not the Marvel character)

****WandaVision based! No major spoilers past the first four episodes, but if you don't want some information spoiled, don't read it!****

Summary: Y/N is a SWORD agent who went into the Hex after Monica. She came out before Monica, managing to walk away in order to save both their covers within Wanda's world of Westview. Part of walking out on her own, however, included a change she wasn't expecting. It's already a lot to cope with, but Y/N won't be alone, thanks to the kind heart and soft smiles of a certain FBI agent.

Word Count: 1,483

Category: Fluff

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I clenched my teeth as the SWORD doctors scanned my head again, looking for anything wrong with me after I'd entered and walked out of the Westview Anomaly. Monica was still inside, and I'd gone in trying to find her, but I'd failed. I'd almost blown both our covers in there, so I'd run to the edge of town and managed to leave, something no one else had been able to do.

I'd spent hours debriefing with acting Director Hayward, one of my least favorite people I'd met since coming back from the blip. And now, it looked like I'd be spending hours in this medical tent, tearing my hair out and hoping nobody would notice something had changed.

I wasn't entirely sure what it was, but there was no denying I was wasn't the same after coming out of the Hex. I could see... differently than I'd been able to before. Past the people around me, between and beyond them, to the things no one noticed. The dust particles floating through the air, the grass moving like a wave in the wind, the energy buzzing around the Hex. It was strange, but not necessarily bad. I just didn't want to spend days or weeks sidelined while the people around me tried to figure it out.

As soon as the doctors moved away from where I lay on the bed, I sat up. There was enough going on that they might let me go, just to lighten their own workloads.

"Alright, nothing's coming up when we try to get readings from our scans," said the lead medical officer, turning to me with blank papers in her hands. "We're going to need to try again."

I sighed heavily and laid back down without protest. It went on like that a few more times, until I'd finally had enough. After the fourth round of blank results, I stood up, pushing past all the doctors and not caring if I got in trouble for it later. I needed to get out.

I walked straight out the doors of the base, headed for a patch of grass away from the temporary base. The universe seemed to swirl around me as I went, and it was beautiful, but it was also making me dizzy. I got just far enough away from the base that I knew no one would notice or bother me, and then I sat down in the grass and stared at the world around me.

Everything seemed more vibrant, more alive. Wanda's hex was crackling with beautiful energy, and I could see the bugs moving through the grass, like their own bustling city. Eventually, I laid back and looked up at the stars, and I saw beyond what the atmosphere usually allowed to the swirling galaxies and nebulas beyond.

I completely lost track of how long I was out there. Time just seemed meaningless, like such a small thing, in the face of the endlessly big and ever expanding universe.

"Hey."

A voice snapped me out of my trance, and I turned to see an agent I didn't recognize standing above me, a blanket and two mugs in his hand. I was surprised to see an FBI patch on his jacket, instead of the SWORD logo plastered on just about everything else.

"Sorry to bother you, it's just... I thought you could use a blanket or something, sitting out here alone."

I blinked a few times, my focus slowly narrowing from the vastness of the world to just the agent in front of me. I smiled.

"Thank you." He smiled back, passing me the blanket and one of the mugs. Instead of sitting down, he shifted on his feet a little, seeming unsure whether I wanted company. I moved to lay the blanket out, then sat back down on it and patted the space next to me. "Care to join me?"

"Sure," he said, relief evident in his face as he eased onto the grass. He held out a hand for me to shake. "I'm Jimmy, by the way. Jimmy Woo."

"Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for the tea."

"Sure thing." We settled in on the blanket, sitting there in comfortable silence for a few beats before Jimmy spoke again. "So... I have to ask... are you okay?"

I turned to look at him, the infinite universe narrowing again as I saw his kind, handsome face.

"I... I don't know."

He leaned forward, looking concerned, but he didn't say anything. He just waited for me to share what I wanted, without pushing. I wasn't exactly sure why, since he was still a federal agent, but I found myself trusting him.

"Something happened to me when I came out of the Hex," I explained. "I don't really know what, but... I can see things now. Like, weird things."

"What kind of weird things?"

I sighed, turning my attention back to the world around us before looking to the sky. The same infinite stretch of universe returned, and I quickly got lost in it. How could I explain something like that?

"Start small," came Jimmy's voice from beside me. "Sometimes it helps to focus on small things that are easier to explain, and then get bigger."

I smiled, but didn't turn my eyes away from what I was seeing.

"I see... a star. A star exploding millions of miles away. And a swirling black hole. And an entire galaxy sitting out there, completely untouched." I turned my eyes back to earth, focusing on the earth and the hex instead. "I see bugs swarming around in colonies, energy radiating off the hex like the coronas of the sun, the trees swaying like waves in an ocean. I see... everything."

"Wow," Jimmy breathed, his voice quiet. "That's incredible."

I nodded slowly, not quite sure if I agreed yet. I already missed the simplicity of normal sight, without all this other shit going on.

"Sorry," he said after a few beats of silence from me. "I realize it's probably a little less cool to actually live with. It's just... magical, to be able to see all of it. Hopefully a lot of it's beautiful."

I smiled, mostly to myself, and leaned towards Jimmy. I rested my head on his shoulder and tried to focus on the little things, like he said. It really was beautiful. And it was a little less overwhelming, when I managed to dial my attention in on just one or two things.

"Thank you," I said, barely above a whisper. Jimmy wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

"Glad I could help."

We stayed like that for a long time, literally leaning on each other and taking in the night. I felt calm and at peace for the first time since stepping out of Westview, and I knew I had Jimmy to thank.

I was just working up the courage to say something, to act on the new feelings stirring in my stomach, when something closer to the SWORD camp caught my eye. The Hex was fizzling in one spot, worse than it had before.

"Do you see that?" I asked Jimmy, sitting up as I stared at the growing agitation in the energy field.

"What?"

"That-"

Before I could find the words to explain, the disturbance magnified, and a body shot out of the boundaries of the Hex. Even from all the way over here, I could tell it was Monica, free from Westview but apparently not of her own volition.

"Whoa. Now I see it," said Jimmy, rushing to stand and taking my hand to help me up.

"It's Monica," I said, not taking my eyes off the spot she'd landed in the grass. "C'mon."

We quickly collected the blanket and mugs, working like a well-oiled machine before racing back towards the SWORD base. With all the action and fallout that was sure to come from Monica's return, I knew anything else between Jimmy and I would have to wait.

But, I also knew it would happen. One of the perks of my sight, I supposed, as I noticed the look he gave me before we started racing across the field, and noticed the way he stared at me for the rest of the night.

Maybe he was right. This sight could be a gift after all.

[ginnsbaker]

All Of Your Pieces (2 - Liar! Liar!)

Chapter Summary: You wake up one morning compelled to say the truth and nothing but the truth. Wanda seizes this opportunity to ensure everything remains under her control. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Darcy finally discover what happened to Agent Monica Rambeau. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 3k+ | Chapter Tags: Manipulation

A/N: Billy is my favorite twin, if that isn't obvious already :P // More author's notes here.

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It doesn’t require a calendar to track the days here in Westview.

It's the kind of repetition that settles over suburban life, where dates fade into insignificance and days blur into a seamless loop, distinguishable only by the changing seasons. But even the current season—fall—is as predictable in its passage as ever, like storybook weather in its perfection. The birds are always chirping, the sun rises promptly at 6:40 every morning—never a minute early or a second late—and it never rains. Just endless clear skies, day after day, until the sun sets at five.

You've been chewing on this odd feeling ever since you and Wanda arrived in this part of New Jersey, but today, there's something extra. You can't pin it down, just that it's…there. Today feels different—more than usual—and you didn’t really get it until breakfast, when your mouth slipped past your usual tact with the kids.

“Mommy, do you like it?” Tommy asks, his eyes big and hopeful as he holds up a crayon drawing of what looks like the family standing outside a perfect little house. 

Perfect. Honestly, you’re getting pretty tired of everything being so perfect around here.

“It's...very colorful,” you start, the usual praise ready on your tongue, but what comes out instead is, “Though it's kind of all over the place, isn’t it? Maybe you could try to stay inside the lines a bit more.”

Speaking aloud is like sending an email: once it's out there, it's out there for good. Even so, an email would have been the better option. At least then, you could just hack into Tommy’s account—if he ever figures out how to set one up—and erase your blunder for good.

Could having a magical wife somehow save you from this mess?

It’s too late though. Tommy's face crumples, and Wanda doesn't seem keen on throwing you a lifeline, just a dirty look from across the table as you sip your morning coffee.

“But if you’re going for an abstract—” you start, but your son is already sulking off to his room. 

Billy digs into his cereal, blissfully unaware. Wanda, on the other hand, looks as if she's ready to rip open a portal to another realm and hurl you out of this one.

That can’t be good.

“You really upset him,” she says, arms crossing over her chest. “He was so proud of that drawing.”

“I know, I feel awful about it,” you groan, burying your face in your hands.  Seeing your genuine remorse, Wanda eases up, giving you a moment to stew in your guilt before she comes back to the table with a stack of pancakes.

“Here, eat up,” she says, setting them down in front of you.

You pick up your fork, cutting into the stack. They look perfect—golden brown, with the butter melting just right. You take a bite, and before you can stop yourself, the words are out.

“They're a bit dry,” you blurt out, instantly regretting your words. But once you start, you can't seem to stop. “And this maple syrup... it tastes kind of artificial.” 

Wanda gasps. “Excuse me?”

“Shit—”

“Language, Y/N!” she snaps, but it's too late, the curse is already out there, floating in the air like a bad smell. 

In the next moment, something strange happens—your lips tingle, and suddenly you can't feel your mouth. Alarmed, you touch your face, finding smooth skin where your lips should be. You try to protest, but only muffled noises emerge. Fear surges as you point frantically at your face. You attempt to scream, but no sound comes out.

Seeing your flustered pantomime, Wanda’s face goes from angry to horrified. With a wave of her hand, your mouth is back in its place, and you’re gasping, both of you staring at each other, not believing what just happened. Meanwhile, Billy is giggling, clapping his tiny hands together, and gleefully repeating the S-word you accidentally let slip earlier. 

You and Wanda just continue to stare at each other in shock, but then you glance at Billy, his innocent delight completely oblivious to the fact he’s saying something he shouldn’t, and you see the corners of Wanda’s mouth start to twitch. A moment later, she’s laughing unabashedly, and before you know it, you’re doing the same. 

Despite the peculiarities of your life here in Westview, you don't think you've ever been this content. Before Wanda, the idea of having your own family—your own kids, two no less—seemed unthinkable. You never imagined you'd have a wife, a house in a quiet suburb, or hear one of your sons swear for the first time. Westview is far from normal, but then again, so is your family. As you watch Wanda's laughter taper into soft giggles, you think it's impossible to love her any more than you already do.

Wanda made this all conceivable for you.

“Sorry, honey,” you say, though still a bit shaken by the ordeal. “I didn't mean to be so rude.”

Wanda looks even more remorseful than you feel—which makes sense, considering she did erase your mouth, however briefly.

“And I probably shouldn't have... you know, removed your mouth,” she murmurs, guiltily picking at her cuticles.

Admittedly, it was terrifying—one of the scariest experiences you've ever had. You certainly don't want a repeat. It makes you slightly wary of your wife, but your love for Wanda outweighs your fear. Standing beside one of the most powerful beings in the universe takes courage, and you've built up plenty over the years together. You're made for this—for her, for this kind of love.

“Apology accepted,” you say, mustering a weak smile.

Wanda's face floods with relief, then quickly contorts into worry. “What’s with you today?”

“I can't seem to lie,” you confess, realizing there's no easy way to skirt the truth. “I don't know what's happening, but I just can't stop saying exactly what's on my mind.”

She stares at you, confused and a little hurt. “What do you mean you can’t lie today? So, you’re usually lying?”

Before you can smooth that over, Billy looks up from his cereal, fixing you with that stern look that’s pure Wanda. “Mommy, lying is bad.”

Wanda’s gaze softens as she looks at Billy, then back at you, the seriousness returning. “Billy, why don’t you go brush your teeth and check on your brother? Your mommy and I need to talk for a little bit.”

“Okay, mama.”

Billy scampers off, and you feel your stature shrink under your wife's gaze, suddenly feeling every bit the child.

“What’s this about not being able to lie?” Wanda asks once it’s just the two of you.

You shake your head. “Look, it’s not that I usually lie, but today, I can’t even if I wanted to. It’s like a—a truth filter permanently switched off.”

Wanda takes a few moments to mull over your words. “Oh…” she starts, sounding half-convinced. “Maybe it’s stress,” she throws out after a beat. “You’ve been working really hard lately, haven’t you? Perhaps your mind is just overwhelmed and you need a mental day off.”

You had thought of that, but the whole situation seemed too weird for such a simple explanation. Then again, maybe seeing shadows where there aren't any is just another stress symptom. So you let it slide.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’ll see if I can call in sick next week,” you mumble, trying to sound cheerful about the prospect of a break.

Wanda comes around the table and cups your face in her hands. You let her pinch your cheeks together, feeling both stubborn and a bit sorry for yourself. It's silly, but all you want is for Wanda to coddle you and make you feel better, not to dish out logical reasons for why you’re not yourself today. 

“Well, if you're stuck with the truth, let's have some fun with it,” Wanda says.

You swallow hard, aware that any question she might ask now would either please or upset her—and there seems to be no middle ground.

“Uhm, honey, I don’t think—”

“Do you love me?”

You smirk at her; that’s an easy one. “More than anything else.”

“Only me?”

You laugh at her silly follow-up. This reminds you of the early days of your courtship when Wanda was a bottomless well of need. You didn't mind at all, knowing she needed to hear it as often as you made her feel it. Initially, you were a bit bothered, wondering if your actions weren't speaking loudly enough for her to trust you. Eventually, it became less frequent, until the question turned into a statement—You love me—to which you responded with your own: You love me too. Since then, it quickly became how you say ‘I love you’ to each other.

“Only you. I'd sooner die than love someone else,” you confidently tell her.

Her smile in return is a beautiful riddle—a riddle you can’t figure out. 

“Wanda, I—”

“Do you like living here?”

“Sometimes.” The words slip out before you can think, and you're relieved to realize that your feelings about Westview are honestly not all negative. “It’s a nice town. Quiet and cheap.”

Wanda's face does something subtle. You can't quite read her reaction, but it's clear she has more questions when she doesn't park on your answer, instead moving on to something else. 

“Do you... do you remember how we got here?"

You blink at her. Initially, the question seems a bit absurd. But as you try to formulate a response, “Of course. We got married at…” you stall, your brain blanking on the when and where of your own wedding. “...then we moved into this house last…”

You try to pin down the date, but it slips through your mind like sand.

“Wanda?” A laugh escapes you, but there's a nervous edge to it. “Why can’t I remember any of the details?”

The last thing she says before flicking her wrist is, “Because you’re not supposed to.” But even that slips away, scrubbed clean from your memory by Wanda’s sweeping hand.

–

“Jimmy?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I found her.”

Jimmy hurried over to the tight corner of their camp where Darcy had practically set up shop for the past few days. Since the signals were first picked up, she's taken charge of monitoring the transmissions, her main focus being to locate Agent Monica Rambeau. They've already confirmed that many of Wanda's bizarre, sitcom-style characters are, in fact, real residents of Westview, somehow trapped inside whatever anomaly Wanda seems to be in the center of.

“That’s Monica, right?” Darcy points at the grainy image on the retro television set they've been using to watch the town's activities. The broadcasts come through at odd hours, which makes every second of surveillance crucial. 

Jimmy leans in closer, squinting at the screen where a woman bearing a striking resemblance to Monica appears. “It sure looks like her,” he confirms.

The woman onscreen is dressed in distinctly 70s fashion—a bold, patterned blouse with wide lapels tucked into high-waisted bell-bottoms. Her hair is styled in voluminous, bouncy curls that softly frame her face, completing the look that is so far removed from the S.W.O.R.D. uniform Jimmy last saw her in.

“I wonder what character she’s playing in the show…” Darcy muses.

A handful of nearby crew quietly look on as Monica steps out of a Hornet, a stack of papers clutched in her hand, and strides confidently toward one of those cookie-cutter houses lining the street—yours and Wanda's.

“Stay frosty, Monica,” Darcy mutters under her breath, staring unblinkingly at the screen as they watch her knock gently on the door.

It’s Wanda who greets her with a guarded smile. “Hello, can I help you?” she asks, sizing up the stranger on her doorstep.

“Hi, there. I’m Geraldine. You must be Wanda,” Monica says. Jimmy and Darcy exchange a look, both arriving at the same conclusion: whatever spell has ensnared the other residents, Monica appears to be under it too.

“Do I know you?” Wanda asks, her teeth gritted in what she hopes passes for a smile. But Wanda, she’s got a tell. It’s never hard to see when she’s faking it. The sitcom laugh track of this Westview tries to spin it as humor, but it’s clear to anyone—she’s not thrilled about Geraldine’s arrival at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry, has Y/N not mentioned who I am?” Geraldine asks mildly,  like she’s bringing up some small, casual detail—which, for Wanda, it isn’t.

“Honey, who's at the door?” Your voice drifts from the living room just before you step into view, crunching on an apple. When you spot the visitor, your face lights up with recognition, puzzling Wanda even more.

“Evening, ma'am,” Geraldine nods at you with a polite smile.

Wanda keeps darting glances between you and Geraldine, trying to piece together what's going on. And what’s frustrating her is you don’t seem privy at all to her disconcertment.

“I told you to just call me Y/N,” you admonish with a light grin. “What brings you here?”

“W-Who is she?” Wanda jumps in, keeping up her charade of a pleasant surprise.

“It’s Geraldine,” you tell Wanda, expecting her to recognize the name. Her blank, slightly annoyed expression forces you to jog your memory and that’s when it hits you that your wife has no idea what you’re talking about. “She’s my new assistant. Didn’t I tell you?” you say sheepishly.

“No, honey, you certainly did not,” Wanda replies, her smile stretched a bit too tight. She turns to Geraldine. “Aren’t offices usually closed by five?”

“They sure are, Wanda,” Geraldine replies cheerfully. It bothers Wanda how Geraldine uses ‘ma’am’ for you but casually drops her first name like they're old friends.

“So, why are you here?” Wanda asks, no longer bothering to hide her irritation.

“Oh, just dropping off some reports that Y/N needed to review tonight. Urgent stuff, you know?” Geraldine holds up the stack of papers in her hand as proof.

“Yikes,” Darcy winces at the tension practically leaking through the screen, feeling that deep cringe of secondhand embarrassment for Monica's obliviousness to Wanda's ire.

Fortunately for your assistant, you position yourself between her and Wanda, intercepting just as your wife’s temper begins to flare. You remember Wanda’s warm, almost syrupy kindness with Agnes when she first appeared, which only makes her sudden cold front toward Geraldine unreasonable.

“I completely forgot about those reports. Thanks for bringing them over, Geraldine,” you say, nudging her toward the exit. “See you Monday!”

Then, you close the door before she can add anything else, sparing both women from each other.

“So, why haven't you mentioned Geraldine before?” Wanda asks, not sparing another second to grill you about your new assistant.

You frown, thinking back. “I thought I did.”

Wanda looks at you for a long moment, her expression inscrutable. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you’re not telling me?” she demands, her eyes searching yours.

“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise,” Darcy sing-songs, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. Jimmy reaches over, trying to sneak a handful, but she swats him away.

You give her a lopsided smile, doing your best to charm your way out of the situation. The compulsive honesty from earlier isn't nagging at you anymore, but really, there's no need to sugarcoat anything in this case.

“Sounds like someone's a little jealous,” you tease lightly. And there it is again—that distant chorus of an audience, laughing on cue. You really need to talk to Wanda about this; it could be linked to all the experiments she's been doing with her powers.

Wanda barks out a forced laugh right into your smirking face. “Jealous? Me? There's no way I'm jealous of anyone, especially not Geraldine.”

“Then why did you look like you wanted to throw her out yourself when she showed up?”

Wanda's smile fades a tad, then she just shrugs. “Because she was interrupting our family dinner time. That's all.”

Normally, you'd draw this out until she admits she's jealous, but that could take all night. Right now, all you want is to kiss your beautiful wife, the only one you see. It's getting late, and not being able to touch her all day is driving you a little mad with want.

“Fine, you're not jealous,” you whisper, moving in, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Why would you be? You’re the prettiest, smartest, most amazing woman anyone could ask for.”

Wanda melts into you almost instantly. “You love me.”

“You love me too,” you say before leaning in to peck her lips. She hums happily against your lips, but just then, you hear the boys complaining about being hungry. Sharing a smile, you both head back to sort out dinner.

The episode ends, credits roll, and Darcy groans, tossing her head back. “No way. I need more of this,” she huffs, stabbing her finger at the screen. “They're perfect together. Shame Y/N’s supposedly dead. I hate spoilers.”

“She doesn’t look dead to me from here,” Jimmy says.

“My theory? That’s not actually her. I bet Wanda or someone did something to make a rando look like Y/N.”

“You think?”

Darcy nods. “With all the surreal stuff happening here? Yeah, I'd put money on it, dude.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Jimmy concedes. “Anyway, it’s a relief to see Agent Rambeau’s alive and kicking.”

“As Geraldine,” Darcy reminds him. “I wonder who chooses their names for them. Back to Y/N, what did that Howard guy have to say about Y/N being dead but so alive in Westview?”

“It’s Hayward,” Jimmy corrects her with a sigh. “He doesn’t seem interested in her or anyone else trapped inside. He’s more interested in the energy field surrounding the town.”

“And their boys?” Darcy adds, not listening to Jimmy’s rant. “We don’t have any public record of their true identities in Westview, right?”

Jimmy gives her a sidelong glance. “No records, no data. As far as Westview’s concerned, they just… appeared.”

“Typical,” she mutters, jotting down notes without looking away from the TV's static, hoping there’s a bonus episode or something.

But the screen stays blank, nothing but static for hours on end.

–

After hours of making love, Wanda lies next to you, watching you sleep. She’s used her powers on you before, but never here, never without your consent since you became a couple. Casting the hex was the easy part, the lying to you—not so much. Acting like she didn't know what was troubling you had hurt her more than she let on. 

She wanted to check if you were still happy here, still content, or if doubts were starting to creep in. And knowing you—the real you—you'd probably lie to Wanda just to keep her happy, just to ensure she has everything she wants. You've always prioritized her needs over your own, always stepping aside to let her shine. She wants the same for you, but you always manage to outdo her in every act of self-sacrifice.

When you started asking her about the exact dates of the wedding you thought you two actually had, it confirmed you still had no idea why you’re here, or what she’s done. She was relieved, honestly, because it meant she could stop forcing you to tell the truth, a spell she’d put on you out of desperation more than distrust.

She isn't sure how long this will last, just that it might be the most happiness she'll ever know, even if it's a delicate, fleeting kind. How did she even do this? Wanda doesn’t even know. It just happened—like a rose that has sprouted off a barren land. And now, despite having everything she's ever wanted, there’s always this nagging fear that it could all fall apart.

Quietly, she makes a promise to herself to fix things. She promises to you and her boys, she’ll find a way to make this life real, something that won’t just vanish like everything else she’s ever loved.

[echxly]

i am BEGGING you to tell me whats been going on in your miitopia playthrough

(this is just as of recently. the entire playthrough is much worse and i will probably make it everybody’s problem later by infodumping about it)

jimmy and duke have broken up numerous times over the course of the past four days because they complimented each other too much

houston has developed an obsession with spending as much time with joy as possible and develops resentment towards other team members when they try to spend time with her

ben shapiro and joy had a cup of tea as their friends got slaughtered in front of their very eyes

joy slapped houston’s corpse in an attempt to revive him, multiple times, and failed

my entire team forgot how resource management works and they lost ALL of my 50-ish hp bananas to ufos. screw you pusheen. like just kill them already omfg

jimmy got pissed at duke (again) but then duke forgot they were arguing thanks to dababy singing some weird song so he tried to woo jimmy with a bead and it worked

rust showed up in his pajamas in the middle of a never-ending rainstorm to tell jimmy to not go to the island which you very obviously want to go to

tankman, dababy, and houston went out to battle and were all killed in one turn by two red orochis. joy survived with only 40/160 hp, so i refilled her health bar, hyped her, shielded her, and let her do her thing. she was about to die but then houston was like “no” and healed her. she died immediately after that

joy got a knock-off lightsaber

natsuki (ddlc) has been showing up at the traveller’s hub every single day to ask if jimmy and his band of misfits if they could get her some weird sweets from a land that no one cares about. every. single. day.

hatsune miku died

my dad also died (in-game ofc)

dora the explorer showed up only to do literally no exploring and has just been staying in a spot near a cliff all day, every day

my friend’s ocs have completely taken over the town of neksdor

jimmy got sick five times in a row conveniently right before a boss fight

i am actually writing a collection of oneshots (taken semi-seriously) about my miitopia misadventures and this ask has actually convinced me to try and post them

[fuckyeahdarcylewis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Monica Rambeau, Darcy Lewis & Monica Rambeau, Darcy Lewis & Jimmy Woo, Darcy Lewis & Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis & Monica Rambeau & Jimmy Woo, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis, Jane Foster & Darcy Lewis & Erik Selvig, Darcy Lewis & Thor Characters: Darcy Lewis, Monica Rambeau, Jimmy Woo, Wanda Maximoff, Jane Foster (Marvel), Erik Selvig, Thor (Marvel), Carol Danvers Additional Tags: super epic hex gang, Darcy Lewis Has ADHD, Thor & Thor the dark world era, and wandavision era too, aka the best era Series: Part 1 of short MCU stories that pop into my head at 3am:) Summary:

So, Darcy Lewis has ADHD huh? Heres an insight to darcy's life.

(kinda oneshots, not really sure whats happening atm, bare with me lol)

(also why tf do i such at summaries)

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Avengers x Reader One Shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3etSbAh

by shaded_echoes

pretty self-explanatory no smut, occasional death, mention of un-okay things, canon-typical language/violence/etc, teen & up

Words: 543, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of marvel oneshots & misc. fics

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Characters: Tony Stark, Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Pietro Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange, Avengers Team, Carol Danvers, Peter Quill, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Scott Lang, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Jack Thompson, Darcy Lewis, Joaquín Torres, Helmut Zemo, Jimmy Woo, Hope Van Dyne, Peter Parker, Harley Keener, Flash Thompson, Shuri (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Phil Coulson, Daniel Sousa

Relationships: Tony Stark/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Clint Barton/Reader, Pietro Maximoff/Reader, Bruce Banner/Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Stephen Strange/Reader, Avengers Team & Reader, Carol Danvers/Reader, Peter Quill/Reader, Sam Wilson (Marvel)/Reader, Scott Lang/Reader, Natasha Romanov/Reader, Jack Thompson (Marvel)/Reader, stark!daughter reader - Relationship, tony stark daughter reader, Tony Stark & Reader, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Reader, Steve Rogers & Reader, Darcy Lewis/Reader, Joaquín Torres/Reader, Helmut Zemo/Reader, Jimmy Woo/Reader, Hope Van Dyne/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Harley Keener/Reader, Shuri/Reader, T'Challa/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Daniel Sousa/Reader, Flash Thompson/Reader

Additional Tags: No Smut, No Sex, I have no idea what to tag, if you know please help me

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3etSbAh

[gayshipsandanxiety]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Monica Rambeau Characters: Darcy Lewis, Monica Rambeau, Wanda Maximoff, Jimmy Woo Additional Tags: Kinda AU, lesbian darcy, oneshot?? maybe, monica and darcy are in the hex together, and wanda has some ships she'd like to input, Lesbian Monica Summary:

when darcy and monica get sucked into the hex together, wanda plays matchmaker and makes them the Neighborhood Lesbian Couple. set in the ~2000s era.