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Not My Lover.

a/n: Miss me?

warnings: idk, it's very very soft though.

pairing: Taylor Swift x sister!reader

genre: fluff

summary: paparazzi saw you with Taylor, and assumed you were dating.

disclaimer: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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A lot of Taylor's fans were convinced you to were dating. I mean, who wouldn't, with the sweet touches, kisses on foreheads, and holding hands in public. It was all too sweet to be platonic. What nobody knew is that you were her sister. You've always been hidden in the dark, since you've avoided the fame Taylor had. You didn't want to be seen with her by paparazzi, since you felt uncomfortable being seen.

Until one day, you asked Taylor to come with to the mall to buy some things for an upcoming event on your school. You needed a suit and tie for a dance number, and a dress for another upcoming event. You knew nothing about these kind of clothing since you went for comfortable, rather than stylish. It wasn't normal for you to shop for fancy clothes, and the thought of going alone overwhelmed you.

When you asked her, she made sure you were okay with the paparazzi and everything else that came with it, and when you confirmed that you were, she gladly accepted to accompany you.

The paparazzi was worse than you expected, the loud voices of the photographers, and the suffocating amount of people staring at you. It was overwhelming to say the least. Taylor's first thought was to grab your hand, and get you out of there as fast as possible. Once you outran the paparazzi, she kissed your forehead, before she began to tell you how sorry she was. You told her it was okay, and hugged her.

One hidden photographer took photos of the interaction, and their agency posted it online.

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When you got home, tons of requests flooded your private Instagram account.. How did they find that so quickly? You ignored every single one of them. Meanwhile, Taylor's posts were flooded by comments about you. She answered not a single question.

You ran to Taylor telling her that people are sending requests on your Instagram account, and she just told you to tolerate them. She hugged you, and told you she was sorry once again.

"Taylor, it's okay, really.. but how'd they even find my account? Nobody knows me.." you say.

You checked google and searched "Taylor Swift", and then clicked on images. The first thing that popped up was a picture of you and Taylor when she kissed your forehead. "Oh, I think they know me now." You said, in a worried tone. "What do you mean?" She asked. You showed her the photo, and she was shocked. "They'll think wrong about this. I think it's best that we address that we aren't dating."

The thought of her fans assuming you were dating was disgusting. I mean, yes, you two were close, but that's just weird.

She went on Instagram and posted a story saying: "Hello everyone, I would like to address the photo of me kissing a girl on her forehead, that recently went viral. That girl my sister, I was trying to comfort her as the paparazzi was too overwhelming for her. We would like it if you respected her privacy. Thank you." She posted it, and many people were quick to apologize, replying to her story.

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a/n: been gone for too long, I think I forgot how to write 😓

[maximoffswriter]

I need to write something about them, but I have like, 10 wips

These edits are so freaking perfect. So well-done it's shocking. Kudos to Pinterest for showing them to me.

(((I don’t know who made them. If you do, let me know so I can give them the credit)))

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Is It Over Now?

warnings: idk

pairing: Carol Aird x fem!reader (no pronouns used)

genre: Angst??

summary: She gets distant from you. (Amazing summary, Ik)

disclaimer: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME!!

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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As days went by, she started to slip away. She would always come home late, then leave early. You felt like she wasn't your partner anymore, since you rarely see her.

It felt like she doesn't exist in your life anymore, like you weren't lovers anyone.

One day, you decided to wait for her to come home, she comes home at almost 1 am, you could see tiredness in your eyes.

"Hi, love." You greet her, she looks at you in shock. "Why are you still up?" She ask in an almost angry tone. "I wanted to wait for you." You reasoned. She simply scoffed.

You were hurt, you wanted to spend the night cuddling her, but she had other plans. "What's wrong?" You ask, tearing up. "Nothing." It was cold and distant. "That doesn't seem like nothing." You state.

"It's fine, I'm just tired." She says in that same tone. Your heart was breaking more and more with each second that's passing. "Is there someone else?" That question made her furious, she looked at you with a glare. "Why would you ask that?!" She almost yelled.

Your eyes displayed all the hurt you were experiencing in that moment. You couldn't answer, you barely knew her.. I guess, not answering her question only made her mad, when she grabbed your chin, and slapped you. "Sorry." you mutter. "Yeah, whatever." She spat.

She went upstairs to our room. You heard rustling, then silence.

That night, you decided to stay in the guest bedroom, since you didn't want to bother her. You couldn't sleep, you were tossing and turning in bed, trying your hardest not to start crying. you wanted to cry, but you didn't want her to see me crying.

The next morning,you got up at 4:30, you went to your room, Carol was there, fast asleep. She looked peaceful, like an angel. She moved slightly, and you decided to leave her alone. you took some clothes from the closet, before you went back to the guest bathroom to shower.

you went in, and let the cold water hit my back. Tears were now falling freely on my face. you couldn't feel anything, but hurt.

After the bath, you felt less hurt. It felt freeing for some reason.

you go to your shared bedroom to check on Carol, she was still fast asleep. you checked your phone, it was 6:30, and her work starts at 7:00, so you decided to wake her up.

"Wake up, darling, you'll be late." you say, gently. Her nose scrunched, as she started slowly waking up. "What time is it?" She asked. "6:35 a.m." you said. "What the fuck?! Why didn't you wake me up earlier?!" There it is again, that hateful tone.

"I'm sorry." your voice shrunk, and lost volume. "Fuck." She sighed.

She started to get ready. While she was doing that, you ran downstairs to make her a quick breakfast, and lunch as well.

You made her favourite.

When she came downstairs, you greeted her with a smile. "I made you breakfast." You said, sweetly. "I don't have time for this." You sigh. "Take this with you, please." You hand her the lunch bag. "Yeah, whatever, bye." She grumbled, walking out the door.

You sit there, hurt. Longing for the warmth she used to give, which is now cold.

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a/n: idek what this is, uhm.. I got bored, and yeah. (part two soon)

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unSEEN.

warnings: insecurities about body image, age gap (obv legal. reader is 23, Cate is 37)

pairing/s: Cate Blanchett x fem!reader

genre: mild angst, fluff.

summary: Cate shows you how beautiful you are after seeing you so insecure.

disclaimer: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME!

word count: 349 (baby fic)

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

"I have seen the beauty you have unseen."

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omniscient.

y/n is standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom, staring at her image. looking at her tummy, squeezing it, as her tears run down her face. "I'm too fat, I don't know why Cate loves me." she whispers to herself. "She's too good for you, y/n." her brain tells her. Just as she was about to pull herself together, Cate enters the room.

Her heart shatters seeing y/n in a state such as this. "Darling, hey, are you okay?" She asks, rushing to her, pulling her in for a hug. "I'm sorry.." y/n mutters, almost inaudible. She sobs into the neck of her lover. "My beautiful princess, don't say sorry for what you feel. I love you." she strokes her hair, trying to comfort her, as her breathing was still laboured. "You're really gorgeous, you hear me? I adore every single inch of you, darling." Cate stares into her glassy eyes. Unshed tears pooling beneath them.

"why?" y/n asks. "because you're beautiful the way you are, look in the mirror." Cate says. "Look at your pretty face, darling, that cute nose and the way it scrunches when you dislike something." She starts. "your eyes, how your pupils dilate when you see something you love." she stares into them. "now look at your stomach, so perfect, darling. Your thighs, oh the way they are when you have them around mine when we're cuddling." you smile. "There's that beautiful smile again." She grins. "I just love you so much, and if your brain tells you otherwise, I'll be here to show you."

"Cate.. I don't deserve you, you're too good to me." y/n says, barely above a whisper. "Oh darling, you deserve all the love I give you, and all of me." She says to her lover. Cate makes y/n face her. "I have seen the beauty you have unseen." She whispers, pulling her partner for another hug. "I love you so much, y/n." Cate says, sincerely. "I love you more, Cate." y/n utters, her whole heart soaring with love.

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[maximoffswriter]

Is It Over Now? (2)

A/N: will def go MIA after this

warnings: idk

pairing/s: Carol Aird x fem!reader (no pronouns used)

genre: angst??

summary: "I can't breathe around you anymore."

disclaimer: ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME!

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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As the days passed by, your lover grew colder. Avoiding you, even your gaze. She'd always come home late and leave for work early. Almost too early. It seemed that she was only doing it so you won't be able to talk to her, so you can't confront her.

Tonight was another one of those nights, it's already past 12 midnight, yet she's still not home. You're forcing yourself to stay awake, needing to talk to her. You just wanted her to explain, to enlighten you. It's been hammering against you as she grows more and more distant everyday. It's been exactly a month since she last showed you affection, which is making you crave her touch.

Before all of this started, she would always hug you before she left, kiss you before you went to bed, and cuddle with you whenever she had the chance.. but now.. now it's just heartbreaking silence, a silence that is filled with what seems to be hatred.. but she's your wife? How could she ever hate you? You don't know, you can't figure out just what to do, when the cause of all this is her, and the cure might also be her.

Finally, after what felt like forever she's finally home. "Carol..?" you called out. She was startled, not expecting you to be awake at this hour. "What are you doing up?" She asked, her voice laced with venom. "I.. I wanted to.. to talk to you." she glares at you. "I'm tired, y/n. Let me rest." Her words lit a fuse inside you. "Stop avoiding me." The words left your mouth harshly. You never talked like this, so she was definitely taken aback. "Watch your tone." She points out the way you spoke. "Carol, I am begging you. Talk to me." She couldn't believe it. How are you this stern? "What?" She's obviously annoyed, but she can't do anything.

"What's up with you?" You ask, trying so hard not to crumble in front of her. "What do you mean?" You simply scoff. "Don't play dumb with me, Carol. You're being very distant. Is there something wrong?" You ask, your voice shaky. "Oh, dear." She sighs. "Nothing's wrong, I'm just very stressed with work." She rolls her eyes. "No, that's not it. You've been stressed with work before, you used to always ask for cuddles when you were stressed. What the heck is happening?" You ask, needing clear answers. "I'm going to be honest, okay?" You nod. "You're suffocating me with how clingy you are. I can't breathe around you anymore." Her words broke your heart into pieces, but somehow you managed to stay strong and not cry.

The only word that left your mouth was "Oh.", you wanted to ask her more, but you couldn't. "Y/n, I think I'm better off without you." She admits. "Hey.. you chose me." You said matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry, but.. let's take a break, please." You only nod. "Okay."

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[maximoffswriter]

Warmth.

warnings: agere (sfw.)

pairing/s: Alcina Dimitrescu x little!fem!reader

genre: fluff.

summary: it was a cold, stormy night, and you need your momma's warmth.

disclaimer: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME!

word count: 263 (smol baby fic)

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal or repost this and claim my work as your own.

"hold me?"

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y/n's pov.

It was a cold, stormy night. Thunder roaring, and lightning flashing woke me up from my peaceful slumber. I looked around for Alcina, as I woke up little. When I noticed that she wasn't around, tears pooled my eyes.

Overwhelmed by the sounds outside, I just wanted her touch.

My tears flow, as I clutch my stuffed alpaca. "Alci.." I whimper, whole body trembling.

Soon enough, Alci walked into the room, worried eyes meeting mine. "Oh, draga." She coos, picking me up. "you're okay, my love. mommy's here." she says, soothingly. Her voice washes over me like a warm bath after a cold storm. "mmm" I whine into her, as another lightning flashes in the sky, followed by a roar of a thunder. "shh, it's okay, draga mea."

"love, breathe with me." Alcina says, realizing that I was hyperventilating. "in through your nose and out through your mouth."

I do as she says. "you're doing so good, baby." she praises, stroking my hair.

as I calmed down, she set me down. "I'll get ready for bed, darling. I'll stay with you here, I can't stand seeing my little one so afraid." she says. I nod, smiling.

I lie down, waiting for her patiently, stealing a couple of glances.

she comes back, and lies down beside me.

"hold me?" I ask doing my puppy eyes. "oh, darling, how do you expect me to say no when you look so adorable?" she chuckles, pinching my nose lightly. I giggle, and snuggle into her chest. "night night momma." I say, closing my eyes. "goodnight, my dearest."

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Lean On Me.

warnings: self harming (hitting yourself, after doing something stupid)

pairing/s: parent!Cate Blanchett x fem!reader

genre: h&c / fluff?

summary: r has been so caught up with her tasks, and all she wants is for them to end. Forcing herself to finish them all in time, she messes up a lot, which led to r coming back to her old habits.

disclaimer: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME! also this is a self indulgent fic :)

word count: 436 words (baby fic!)

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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Your POV:

12 unfinished assignments.

My mind's a mess, so are my things. I can't seem to get anything correctly.

I have 2 essays due in 3 hours, and I've barely started on one. Hitting myself on the head, I mentally tell myself how stupid I am.

I want to scream out loud, as tears start to stream down my face. The words on my laptop screen becoming a blur.

"I-i can't do th-this.." I stutter out, breathing becoming uneven, and shallow.

I try to keep going, ignoring the hundred million thoughts in my mind.

I type and type until I couldn't understand what I was typing anymore. I read the essay once I thought I've completed it. "God, what am I doing?!" I say, hitting myself on the head once again. "dumbass, I'm such a dumbass!" repeating my actions until I feel as if I've had enough.

I fix the essay, and once I've done that I immediately submit it.

I release a sigh of relief as I see that I still have an hour and a half to finish the other one.

I take a sip of water, and immediately start on my essay. This one was easier as it only needed 500 words, and the topic was something I'm familiar with.

My stress decreasing little by little as I come to an end with this.

"Finally." I smile, submitting the essay. "Just 10 more fucking assignments to do. Good thing they aren't due until this Tuesday." I sigh.

Just then, my mom enters the room. "Hi, my love." she says, making herself known. "Hi." I smile, though she can't see my face.

"What are you working on?" She asks. "Just some assignments." I respond.

She stands behind me, watching me work. "Need help?" she asks. "No, no it's okay." I smile, looking up at her.

She notices my bloodshot eyes. "Oh, darling. You need to rest, don't overwork yourself." She says, her expression changing from calm to worried. "I'm fine, Mom. I'm not overworking myself, I promise!" I say, trying to convince her that I'm not stressed.

"Oh, but you are. How about we take a power nap, and I'll help you when we wake up?" She asks, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Okay.." I nod.

She takes a step back, letting me stand up from my chair, and once I did, she pulls me in for a tight hug.

"You can lean on me, you know? If you're tired, I'm here."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you more, my dearest."

We lay down on my bed, and slept.

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Looks Can Be Deceiving.

warnings: slight mentions of self harm.

pairing/s: larissa weems x student!reader

genre: fluff/mild angst(?)

summary: reader is burnt out, and has been struggling with their mental health, and the only way they cope is by hurting themself.

disclaimer: this is written in omniscient point of view. ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN SUCH PLATFORM AND ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME.

word count: 584

you do NOT have the permission to steal, copy, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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As a gifted student, y/n's parents expect a lot from them. Straight A's, perfect attendance, and perfect manners. They comply to all those. Well.. they try, but trying to be the best isn't enough. They thought they had to be the best, so did their parents.

Though burnt out, y/n still tries, harder and harder each day.

The principal soon noticed. The tiredness in their eyes that was always plastered with a smile. It wasn't easy to notice, as y/n was such a happy student... or so everyone thought. Their arms, which were usually covered with their sleeves, had scars. Some healed, some new. This is how y/n copes. They say the pain gives the comfort, and a break from the numbness they feel most of the time. "I deserve all the pain." they thought.

Every time someone asks how they're doing, they're response is always "I'm doing good" or "I'm doing amazing!", even when they're not. y/n is also the type of student who'd rather spend time at the library, studying, than eat lunch. This was their usual routine for lunch. Study, review, and read. "I don't deserve to eat anyways." were the words their mind repeats.

Back to present. y/n was speaking with Enid, when Principal Weems called them to their office, they bid goodbyes to Enid, and walked to the principal's door, and knocked. "Come in." Principal Weems' voice called from the inside. y/n opens the door, then enters. "You called me?" They asked, "Yes. I'd like to talk." Larissa's voice was stern yet soft. "Come sit here." She smiles. y/n walks up to the chair in front of the principal's desk, and sat, just as they were told. "What would you like to talk about, Ms. Weems?" They ask, playing with the rings on their fingers. "Well, we all know that you're one of the best students in Nevermore." She started, y/n's anxiety was through the roof, has she heard the false rumors about them sleeping with a teacher to get better grades? 

"I've noticed the look in your eyes, dear." They stare at her, puzzled. "Get some rest, okay? I'll take care of your teachers." She says, almost demanding. "I can't. My parents will be extremely disappointed. I appreciate your offer though." They smile. "Your parents? Are they forcing you to be the best?" She asks, worry laced in her voice. y/n did not know what to say, so they stayed quiet, tears welling up in their eyes, as they tremble. "Love, come here." the principal calls with open arms. y/n comes to Principal Weems, and hugs her, nearly breaking down. Unshed tears makes their eyes glimmer, as the light hits them. "You're safe with me, I'm here." Principal Weems say. With that, y/n crumbles. The tears that were threatening to fall, now do, rolling down their cheeks.

Heartbreaking sobs leave y/n's lips, as Larissa hugs them tighter. Her heart hurts more and more as the student shakes in her arms. "I-I'm sorry, you shouldn't see m-me like this.." y/n stutters, as they try to pull away from Larissa's arms, but Larissa held them tight, wanting to give them the comfort they need. "Shh, stay with me until you've calmed down, love." She shushes them down, and draws patterns on their back. "Principal Weems..." y/n mumbles against Larissa's shoulder. "Yes dear?" She says, voice soft. "P-please don't let go." Larissa smiles at this. "I won't, I'll hold you until you don't want me to anymore." She says, kissing the top of the students head.

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maximoffwriter's masterlist!

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♡ - fluff, ♢ - angst/mild angst, ☆ - hurt & comfort.

Celebrities

Taylor Swift

Not My Lover. - ♡ (T.S. x sister!reader)

Cate Blanchett

unSEEN. - ♡♢ (C.B. x fem!reader)

Lean On Me. - ✩♡ (mother!C.B. x daughter!reader)

Elizabeth Olsen

Can't Seem To Focus. - ♡ (E.O. x fem!reader)

Scarlett Johansson

*yet to come*

Gwendoline Christie

*yet to come*

Sandra Bullock

*yet to come*

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Characters

Wanda Maximoff

Comfort In Pain. - ♡♢ (W.M. x N.R. x fem!reader)

Natasha Romanoff

Comfort In Pain. - ♡♢ (W.M. x N.R. x fem!reader)

Maria Hill

*yet to come*

Carol Danvers

*yet to come*

Larissa Weems

Looks Can Be Deceiving. - ♡♢ (L.W. x gn!reader)

Lady Dimitrescu

Warmth. - ♡ (A.D. x fem!little!reader)

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Can't Seem To Focus.

warnings: none :)

pairing/s: professor!lizzie X fem!student!reader (not romantic nor sexual, just comfort)

genre: Fluff

summary: reader has been out of trance lately, and her professor took notice.

word count: 382 (small little fic)

disclaimer: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME! Yet another vent fic, because I can + I'm in need of hugs lol

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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omniscient.

y/n has been out of focus lately, and her professors didn't fail to notice. She constantly zones out, and only snaps out of her trance when she's been called multiple times, her grades also dropped. Her English professor, Ms. Olsen, is worried about her, she always steal glances at her in her class, and she always catches her zoned out, and in deep thought. Her eyes didn't have the bright shine they used to, indicating the something has happened, but the professor can't just jump into conclusions.

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Elizabeth's POV:

The class is coming to an end, and y/n still hasn't snapped out of her thoughts, and it looked like she was on the verge of tears, I try to continue teaching, not letting my worries bother me.

Soon, the bell rings and y/n finally snaps out of it.

"Okay, well, that's it for today, read and review the lesson we had, since we'll have an activity tomorrow. Goodbye!" I say. The students leave one bye one, and when I see y/n head to the door, I ask her to stay.

"Yes, Ms. Olsen?" She asks, fidgeting with her rings. "Are you okay?" I ask, worry evident in my voice. "I'm great, why do you ask?" She asks once again. "Well, you've been out of focus, and your grades suddenly dropped. What happened?" tears are now welling in her eyes. "O-oh, yeah, uhm, about that, I'm so sorry, there's just too much going on in my mind right now, and it's quite overwhelming." She admits, her tears now fall.

I cup her face, and wipe her tears. "Can you hug me?" She asks hesitantly. I take my hands off of her face, and pulled her in for a hug. "Let it all out, darling." I say, stroking her hair.

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y/n's POV:

I just let her comfort me, because it all hurts. I'm not one to ask for hugs, but it's too much now. "I'm sorry, Ms. Olsen." I mumble out. "Don't apologize y/n, feelings are normal." I nod into her chest. "Could you maybe just hold me please?" I ask. "Of course." she says, walking us both to her chair, and sitting us both down. I sat on her lap, as I cried. "Thank you, Ms. Olsen." I say, truly grateful.

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Comfort In Pain.

warnings: self harm, mentions of blades, blood, suicide mentions/attempts

pairing/s: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x fem!reader

genre: angst? + fluff (at the end)

summary: reader is struggling so much to the point where she attempts, and slits her wrists just to find comfort. When Nat, and Wanda finds out about this, they try their best to help y/n.

disclaimer: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, SO PLEASE BARE WITH ME! Also, this is literally a vent fic, cuz I'm struggling again!

you do NOT have the right/permission to copy, steal, or repost this and claim my work as your own.

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Your POV:

The feeling of the cold blade as it glides against my skin, when I make slits is such a comforting feeling, as it eases the pain of my overwhelmed heart. As blood gushes out of my wrists, I smile contentedly. I do a couple more until my heart doesn't feel as filled with pain anymore. Soon, my vision blurs and all turns black.

A void pulls me in, yet there's a light, a small, glittering light. I hear knocking, and panicked screams, they're muffled, yet so clear. Fuck, they can't find me yet, I need to die. They break down the door, and sees me leaning against the wall, sitting in a pool of blood. "Call Bruce!" I hear Natasha say.

That was the last thing I hear before I hear the ringing.

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Natasha's POV:

Wanda and I found y/n barely breathing in her bathroom about a month ago, and she still hasn't woken up. Bruce has been updating us, telling us if y/n is getting better, and luckily, she is. Her heart is beating just fine, and he said that she might wake up soon. I really hope she does. I miss her bubbly energy, which makes me smile every time I get back from missions. She's Wanda and my source of joy, so without her energy, we just seem so blue most of the time, and everyone did not fail to notice. This situation also changed the way I fight in missions; I became more aggressive, as if trying to exert all my anger on the opponent.

Anyways, right now, I'm beside y/n, stroking her hand, while the team is watching some movie. As I was admiring her, I see her fingers twitch, and I stop my movements.

A couple of seconds later, it moves again. I stand up and run to Bruce. "Bruce, y/n moved!" I yell, overwhelmed by everything. He runs to the room y/n was kept in. Me and Wanda follows him. We all watch y/n, after what felt like forever, her eyes open so slowly. Wanda gasps, and holds onto me. I feel her body shaking, as sobs goes through her. I stroke her hair, comforting her. "W-where am I?" y/n croaks. "You're at the infirmary." Bruce states, y/n nods, trying to process every thing. "I attempted again, didn't I?" she asks, her voice cracking. "W-well, you did.." Bruce says, softly. "and failed, yet again." y/n mutters under her breath.

Wanda stares at her, and y/n smiles weakly. "Wanda, Nat.." She says. "Yes, любовь?"(lyubov/love) I say, approaching her. Wanda follows as well. "I'm sorry..." she trails off, tears pooling her eyes.

"детка (detka/babe), it's okay, but please just talk to us whenever you need us." Wanda utters. "yes, малышка (malyshka/baby), always talk to us whenever you need us. We love you." I say, gently.

She opens her arms, gesturing for a hug. We both rush to her, and hug her. "I love you guys... so much." she says, sincerely

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Things to know before sending requests!

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1. I don't write smut.

2. wlw since I don't feel comfortable writing straight relationships.

3. I will write straight relationships as long as it's platonic.

4. Fluff and Hurt/Comfort are my fav to write. (I'm bad at writing angst)

5. I only write for these

Celebs:

Taylor Swift

Cate Blanchett

Scarlett Johansson

Elizabeth Olsen

Sandra Bullock

Sarah Paulson

Billie Eilish

Characters:

MCU

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Natasha Romanoff

Maria Hill

Hela Odindottir

Clea Strange

Peggy Carter

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Ocean's 8

Lou Miller

Debbie Ocean

Tammy

Jojo Rabbit

Rosie Betzler

Love & Death

Candy Montgomery

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Part two when of that Carol fic I need to cry more pretty please (do take as much time as you need 🥺)

hopefully soon (trying to recover from being brain-dead bc of school)

update: it's up! (not even 2 hours after I posted this lol)

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