#wanda's baking hobby

[inkblot-inc]

Jeweler!Wanda still having a baking hobby and using Skitch and all their co-workers at the Maker’s Damned as guinea pigs for her recipes

Aghhh yes

Wanda definitely bakes in her off-time as a hobby, but it also helps her decompress from work. Just go to town in the kitchen and relieve stress with, say, some cupcakes to eat afterward :3

With the huge amount Wanda can wind up making, Skitch was the one to just bring the extra baked goods by the Maker's Damned since everyone will eat them up. Things just sort of fell into place from there...

One of Skitch's coworkers coming up to their station like, "Hey when do you think your lady's gonna make those peanut butter delights again?" and Skitch just standing there like, "Ummm....I dunno, but I can ask? 😅"

there's also less sweets around for Kate to try and get sick off of, so there's another plus-

Wanda also does most of the catering for her own launch parties and events. Not only does she save the money getting outside sources, but she also gets to bake away her nerves 😌

[fakeagatha]

Could you do a cute one shot or headcannon of reader and Agatha baking together?

Like maybe one of then isn't the best so the other has to help?

Icing | Agatha Harkness x Reader

A/N: Hey anon! So firstly I want to apologize profusely for taking almost a year to get this done for you, I've been distant from Tumblr, and even though I had the fic as a WIP, I couldn't find the time to complete it, but it's finally done!

Summary: Agatha wants to start baking again, and requests your help. The only problem is that you have no idea how.

Word Count: 864

TW: Minor swearing?

Ever since you and Agatha started portraying your roles in Westview, it gave you and your wife a chance to take up new hobbies and activities, since you had to pretend to be held captive in the fantasy as well.

Agatha was next door, and Wanda was baking some sort of Sokovian pastry for the twins.

Being a 300 year old witch, Agatha has a lot of experience in almost everything, of course. One of them being baking, since she has generally done a lot of that in her life. She hasn't baked in years, and she was inspired by the redhead.

So that's why you found her in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets as you came home from your walk.

You approached her, looking around at all the open cabinets. "So, what's up with all this?" You chuckled.

"It's all Wanda's fault. I want to bake again, I haven't done it in years!" She exclaimed, "We need to go shopping." She added.

You raised an eyebrow at her "Why not just... Use your magic?"

She simply glared at you, shaking her head. "I want the full experience." She grinned, and grabbed your arm as you walked to the car.

You looked at her in amusement, not protesting whatsoever as you entered the passengers seat.

Not even a minute on the road, and she was singing "Sweet Child of Mine" at the top of her lungs as it blasted on the radio. You do regret your life decisions sometimes, but you wouldn't change it for the world.

Westview's local grocery store only has specific things in stock at certain times. Thankfully, since you had decided to go at the time you did, there were baking products.

It was frustrating when Agatha wanted to make a meal, but Wanda hadn't stocked the shop with the ingredients she needed, just because her so called best friend didn't currently need them.

Your luck was fine, so that's when you found yourselves picking up a lot of supplies, a bit too much, just in case it took a while for the next stock.

Your wife had picked up some bags of flour, sugar, baking powder, some cake mixes, and pretty much anything that was baking related.

"Your total comes to 376 dollars."

Agatha looked at the cashier for a moment, "Sure..." She smirked.

Let's just say you only paid 10 dollars, after she used her powers to manipulate the woman behind the cash register.

As you arrived home, the witch placed the five shopping bags, which you weren't allowed to carry, onto the table, and grinned.

"This is perfect!" She exclaimed.

You kissed her on the cheek, and helped her unpack everything.

She sighed after everything was put in its place, before thinking for a moment.

"Do you like cupcakes and cookies?" She suddenly asked.

You smirked, "Of course."

She beamed, and used her powers to bring over the ingredients, along with some cooking essentials.

"Right, we're making strawberry and chocolate cupcakes with cookie toppings and sprinkles, as well as some red velvet cookies, and you're going to help me." She demanded, grinning.

You blushed slightly, "I actually have no idea how to bake..." You admitted, shrugging.

Agatha's smile grew, and took you by the hand over to the counter next to her. "There's a first time for everything!"

The purple witch pulled out a baking tray, inspecting it slightly before placing it on the counter. You handed her the dough, which the two of you had made together, attempting to make various shapes.

You shaped out a cat for a cookie, you think, it could've been a cow, or even a lizard. You weren't quite sure about the answer. Agatha on the other hand, had somehow managed to perfectly sculpt a rose.

Agatha then turned to you, grinning, "Now we get to make the icing!" You smiled back at her, allowing her to guide you.

She handed you a bag of flour, and you carefully took it, and attempting to pour it into the bowl Agatha had set out in front of you.

Most of what you were supposed to put in had fallen out or ended up on you and Agatha's face.

"Oops..." You looked at Agatha, who was completely covered in flour.

Half an hour later, after adding the toppings and finishing up, you finally put the cupcakes into the oven, as Agatha took off her messy apron and smirked. "Most of this mess is your fault," She chuckled, and you rolled your eyes while smiling.

"You know I'm crap at baking!" You whined, and she laughed again, "I know, I know. But I'm so happy that you tried for me anyway!" She beamed at you, and you kissed her cheek as you smirked.

When you heard the alarm of the oven going off, you quickly turned it off, taking the tray out and placing it on the counter top to cool down. "They look great!" You exclaimed, and your wife nodded in agreement. "I'm quite surprised that the shapes turned out so good." She replied.

You both took a cupcake, admiring the mini cookies and sprinkles that you had added, and took a bite. You weren't sure what to expect, but they tasted just as good as they looked, and the same went with the cookies.

Agatha then smirked, "Next time, we're making a cake!" 

[dropout-if]

Dropout Customization

Due to some questions about MC customization, I have decided to compile all the physical and personality aspects that are selectable about the Dropout.

A reminder that this is all subject to change and that new things may be added (or deleted). Feedback and ideas to further develop MC are encouraged.

Main Ideas

Name Surname Nickname

Sex, Gender, Pronouns (it's possible to customise them), Breast/Pecs, Penis/Vagina (If MC is transgender, their transition takes place while they're away) Title (Ms. / Mr. / Mx.)

Virginity or lack thereof.

If MC is trans (when they realized about it [high school, middle school, college] and if they told their family // the ROs already know, as MC told Uma and J, and word spread).

Birthday which establishes the Dropout's age as either 21 or 22 depending on the season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter)

Major (Engineering, Biology, Chemistry, Computer science, Law, Economics, Education (in relation to science/maths/etc), Mathematics, Physics, Psychology). The Dropout's Major affects flavor text. These options are the ones approved by the Dropout's parents, though it's possible for MC to express interest in other degrees/topics (music, art, English, anthropology, archeology, classical studies, history).

Reason behind dropping out (MC got kicked out (they were caught cheating) MC didn't get a high enough GPA and dropped out / MC never even wanted to go to college and ultimately decided they wanted out / MC didn't fit in (they were discriminated, lonely, etc) though they really liked college / MC originally liked their degree and college but gradually lost interest in the entire thing / MC never liked their degree and decided to drop out / Something specifically related to mental health (mainly anxiety) / Impostor's syndrome.) This affects flavor text.

2 Coping Mechanisms (Alcohol, Tobacco, Drugs, Sleeping around, Avoidance, Overspending, Humor, *Hobby (overworking self) [Anger, Fake/forced happiness, Sadness, Indifference].) Each coping mechanism opens a variable and a storyline. You can choose two, though choosing one related to emotional responses [between brackets] automatically blocks out the others.

2 Hobbies (Singing, playing an instrument, songwriting, creative writing, drawing, sketching, sculpting, acting, photography, soccer, football, swimming, basketball, gymnastics, boxing, judo, karate, taekwondo, kickboxing, going to the gym, cooking/baking, dancing [ballet, contemporary dance, modern], yoga.) This affects flavor text and scenes.

Job (Bartender [Wanda, Statler is also around often], Cashier [Statler], Columnist [J (+Kai if poly)], Caregiver [Kai], Waiter/Waitress [Uma (+Travis if poly)], Tutor [Travis]) Each job gives you more time with a certain RO, as well as unlocking a storyline.

Personality Stats

Playful/Serious Honest/Dishonest Friendly/Rude Introverted/Extroverted Laid-back/Uptight Cynical/Idealistic Flirty/Reserved Family oriented/Individualistic

Others: Insomnia, Migraines

Physical Appearance

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well. This affects flavor text.

Height (very tall, talk, average, short, very short)

Skin tone (ebony, dark brown, light brown, russet, golden, olive, honey, tawny, tanned, fair, rosy, ivory.) Choosing any skin tone gives you the possibility of choosing to be a poc (idea I stole from Mila, @beyondthegame)

*Build (scrawny, skinny, lithe, lean, muscular, chubby, curvy, hourglass).

*Hair color (max 3 tones, 1 base and other 2) (possible to return home with a mess of dye for Maude to fix. NATURAL (Ashen blonde, Sunflower blonde, Strawberry blonde, Caramel, Honey brown, Chocolate brown, Copper, Auburn, Ruby red, Midnight brown, Jet black, Ebony black) NON-NATURAL (Pink, Violet, Lilac, Blue jade, Vermilion red, Snowy white, Silver, Emerald green, Canary yellow, Bleached).

Hair texture (kinky, very coiled, coiled, curly, wavy, slightly wavy, straight)

*Hair length (ear-length, chin-length, shoulder-length, below shoulder-length, chest-length, waist-length)

*Hair style (SHORT/MEDIUM: natural, side-parted, mullet, layered, bob, ponytail, twin ponytails, buzz fade, slick back, messy, wolf cut, bun. LONG: natural, high/low ponytail, messy, shaggy, California waves, a half updo, side-swept, bun, braid, twin braids, twin ponytails).

*Eye color (albino red, dark blue, light blue, dark green, light green, hazel, amber, chestnut brown, chocolate brown, black, grey).

Others

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well. This affects flavor text.

*Glasses (yes, no, contacts)

*Facial hair (No/shaved. Stubble, full beard, goatee, ducktail,van dyke, garibaldi, mustache, soul patch, light beard).

Scars, can choose as many as possible (Back, chest, abdomen, upper and lower arm, thigh, knees, calf, mouth area, neck, cheek, hands, eye area, shoulder)

*Tattoos (One big in X body area, patch-like bodysuit, bodysuit, one/two sleeves, just legs, a few tattoos all over, a small in X place).

*Piercings (Ears [helix, lobe, industrial], navel, tongue, nose ring and septum, eyebrow, lips, smiley, nipples, genital)

Dimples

Braces

Freckles (face, body, both)

Beauty mark, multiple (under eye, over lip, neck, body)

*Outfit/Style (streetwear, alternative, cute, preppy, casual, formal, business casual, dark academia, messy, boho/eclectic, comfortable)

*Bedroom, at family home and at new apartment (messy, colorful, emo, basic, boho, modern, industrial, vintage, minimalist, cute)

*Diet (vegan, vegetarian, pescetarian, keto, meat-eater, lactose intolerant)

Family pet (small/large dog, cat, fish tank, hamster/rabbit/guinea pig, cockatiel/parrot/canaries)

Characters

Closeness to all family members (tight-knit, close, so-so, cold, barely any relationship)

Same with the friend group

Crush on Statler during high school (yes/no)

'Popularity' during high school and college (popular, social butterfly [got along with many people but wasn't part of the popular groups], normal, loner, outcast [somewhat antagonistic in a way/rebel].)

[wndaswife]

Ooh you're doing headcanons?? Earth 838 Wanda Maximoff please!

characterization headcanons: earth-838 wanda maximoff

allergies

not sure why but i feel like she's definitely allergic to shellfish and watermelon.

character flaws

has trouble saying no to anything, especially when her friends and coworkers pile a bunch of favours onto her; it’s always tommy and billy who remind her to value herself and her time more. 

cleaning habits

she’s a pretty lenient mother and isn’t one to force the twins to clean much, though granted they are a bit older now and are very responsible kids. she cleans pretty often on her own, but she’s not overly-fastidious about it at all.

cooking habits

i have a feeling she can make a really good stir fry… and that she loves adding potatoes and diced carrots to anything.

coping mechanisms

as a single mother to two kids, wanda puts an effort towards coping healthily and in turn being able to mother her children while also dealing with distressing situations. she bakes, goes for runs, and sees a therapist frequently to also talk through her experiences of her time with HYDRA, working with the avengers, and losing her brother and parents. 

dreams

often haunted by her experiences as HYDRA’s guinea pig, wanda sometimes has nightmares of the strucker experiments. she misses her brother dearly and although her life with HYDRA was nothing short of horrific, her dreams are always bittersweet as she always sees pietro’s face most vividly when she dreams of him. her dreams of her multiversal variants seem to her as lives she could have lived should she have remained an avenger, ranging from heroic to downright villainous as she also dreams of earth-616’s scarlet witch.

myer-briggs personality type

i don’t want be boring and say infp like 616-wanda, but i think she probably is also an infp even if i try to imagine something else.

enneagram personality type

9w1, maybe? i’m trying to be very creative and not put 4w5 like 616-wanda! i think she’s a very easygoing person with a habit of being a bit of a pushover, with strong feelings of right and wrong that makes her a very kind and strong-willed mother. might be prone to being a bystander despite a confident internal moral compass and strong opinions that she represses around those she does not know. in getting to know her, she’s a very sensitive and generous person.

fears

she’s very easy to scare. she worries about the boys’ safety, the possible fragility of her domestic life with them, and sometimes fears her magic is not enough to protect them, especially because it's been years since the last time she fought any kind of adversaries as she left her life as a superhero long ago. her own experiences with losing her family has made her very concerned with maintaining a close eye over both tommy and billy while also ensuring she has a very present and permanent role in their life.

friends

friends with neighbours and is cordial with the parents of tommy and billy’s classmates, though she wouldn’t say she’s very close with anyone. to some extent she has a bit of a lonely social life. though i see her befriending another single mother who’s just moved into town at some point and finding herself becoming very close with her. 

hobbies

she’s a big gardener, and has definitely been super into pinterest lately wherein she finds a bunch of DIY projects for her garden.

insecurities

her experiences as an avenger makes her feel different from the other mothers. the experiences she’s had can never be changed, and sometimes that makes her feel incapable of being the mother that her kids need. but it’s never a largely lingering insecurity because she also has a very close relationship with the twins and knows how much they love and need her.

lazy day

on school days, wanda will likely take the living room for herself, watch a few classic movies, or read a book. even on lazy days when she’s able to have time to herself, she always feels happy to have the twins back home after school. they’re around eleven now and have adopted her laid-back personality, and the day is always spent best when she can cuddle together while watching a movie after dinner.

mornings

on weekdays, wanda prepares tommy and billy’s lunches and wakes them up if they don’t on their own. she spends the mornings ensuring they get to school on time and that they’re eating enough breakfast. on weekends, they eat together before going off to do their own things at home. sometimes on weekends, the twins wake wanda for breakfast they made for her on their own.

music taste

classic movie soundtracks, top-forty song charts, and sometimes 90s R&B.

pets

the twins have a pet turtle named sparky. she was opposed to it when they first asked, but after a long while of their begging, wanda gave in after imagining it would be good for them to learn how to care for a pet.

scars

a few from her time as an avenger that she tries not to let bother her, though on rare days she feels a bit down from being so different from the other mothers she knows. 

secrets

there’s a cake the twins made for her months ago that they literally cannot stop bringing up because they feel so much pride in how much their mother loved it, but wanda honestly struggled with keeping it down and ate a whole slice just to make them happy. but she just agrees with them and subtly lets them know to have her help them the next time they bake a cake. and… she has a concealed box of vibrators and dildos in the very far back corner of the highest shelf in her closet — you know i’m right.

talents

she has never lost a game of cup pong. and she’s pretty hard to lie to, which the twins are convinced has to be some kind of talent because she has never used her magic on them unless they’ve asked her to.

tattoos

a small tattoo under her left breast along her ribs of a flower that she got done in college. at some point she regretted it and considered having it removed, but eventually came to the conclusion that it doesn’t look all too bad.

vacations

visited russia with the twins one summer, during which she taught them much about how similar some of its culture was with sokovia as she wouldn’t bring them to her home country with how unstable it still was. ever since visiting for a month two years ago, tommy and billy have steadily been learning sokovian.

[satanicsanity]

Tw: abuse/harm mentions & homophobia

Official designs for Baker-wally's parents, Wanda & Walker darling

Now info about them... Walker darling (Baker's dad) is basically crimson from helluva boss. A dead-beat homophobic dad, who hurts his son and his wife, only ever interested in something if there's cash involved. (he disapproved of wally's baking hobby because wally wasn't making any money off it, and found it too 'feminine' of a job for his son. Like I said... He's an asshole.)

Wanda darling (baker's mom) never hurt wally/baker, but.. she also never stopped her husband from severely hurting him. She would as well frequently tell wally to control his Anger. (even though she knew he couldn't help it) but even so.. She did deeply care about him, and loved him as her son. (wally/baker loves and misses her very much... But also doesn't feel very understood by her, he doesn't really want a mother & son relationship with his mother.)

[writtenfangirl]

Timing pt. 2

This is unedited and fresh off the oven. I uploaded this as soon as I finished writing it so I will end up editing it later on.

A part 2 for timing was highly requested so here you guys go!

4081 words

Part 1

Taglist: @alovingelf

Steve wasn’t sure how it was possible but he fell in love with Y/N more everyday than he had ever loved her.

She wasn’t exactly the same as Steve remembered her to be. She smiled less than the Y/N of the past but laughed louder than the Y/N of the past. Whenever Steve looked at her, he was suddenly reminded of art. She was a beautiful gothic painting. Despite the rich reds and cheerful yellows that seemed to emanate from Y/N, one couldn’t help but imagine a witch burning on a pyre under vast endless sky.

There was a darkness about her, one she didn’t have before but somehow, it made Steve love her even more. It reminded him that the Y/N of his past was not the Y/N of his present. She’d changed too, as fundamentally as Bucky and Steve was changed. 

She wasn’t the same tough girl who could run circles around Bucky in a boxing ring. She wasn’t the same caring Red Cross nurse who could sit for hours at her patient’s bedside like she once use to be able to do. She was just Y/N. Y/N who worked for an NGO providing access to clean water in hard to reach places. Y/N who spent her Saturdays volunteering at the soup kitchen. Y/N who became a big sister for at risk youth. Y/N who now enjoyed cooking and baking as a hobby.

After the team learned about Y/N, they’d spent the past few months looking into it. Bruce and Tony considered things from a scientific standpoint while Steven, Wanda and Thor considered it from a magical standpoint. It meant Y/N spent a lot of time with the Avengers, though she wasn’t aware of the why.

In truth, Steve didn’t care. He didn’t care how or why Y/N was here so long as she was here with him. She could be a curse from the devil himself and Steve would love her like a miracle.

“Sometimes, I think Bucky doesn’t like me,” Y/N said into the quiet air of midnight. They were cocooned in Steve’s bed, her body pressed against his own, their legs tangled up in blankets. Steve’s hand were curled around Y/N’s, her face inches away from his own, her hair spilling behind her like a stream. The only light that illuminated her face was faint and it came from the lights of the city that peeked through his wiondow. She look beautiful, ethereal,  so much so that for a moment, Steve’s mind drew a blank at what Y/N had been saying.

“What?” Steve asked dumbly, his voice a little awestruck. Y/N didn’t seem to notice though, too wrapped up in her own thoughts.

Her brows crinkled into a frown as she carefully considered her next words. “I don’t know. He just stares at me so intently sometimes. Sometimes I think, he might not like me.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to frown. “You think Bucky doesn’t like you?”

Y/N lifted a shoulder as she bit the inside of her cheek. Steve had a feeling that Y/N had to gather her courage to tell him that. He pulled her close, placing a soft kiss on her forehead that her eyes fluttering.

“Bucky doesn’t hate you,” Steve said when he pulled away. Truthfully, Bucky always had a bit of a staring problem since he stopped becoming the Winter Soldier but it became exasperated by Y/N. Steve couldn’t really blame Bucky though. Bucky confessed that he was mesmerized by Y/N’s face and every time the three of them hung out, it was as if no time had passed. The trio was still as chaotic as they were before.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I know him. Trust me, he stares at everyone that way.”

“You’re sure? You’re not just saying that to be nice?”

Steve chuckled. “Yes. I’m sure. In fact, Bucky doesn’t laugh as much as when he’s with you.”

She grinned then, her eyebrows smoothening. Her whole face seemed to light up when she smiled, reminiscent of the way the Y/N of his past use to smile at him. “Well, if Mr. Rogers says so, I guess I have nothing to worry about.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. She’d gotten into the habit of calling him ‘Mr. Rogers’ after Steve revealed that he didn’t like being called Mr. Rogers because it made him feel old. Though there were many things different about Y/N, one thing stayed the same. She still loved teasing Steve.

But he would endure anything and everything to be with Y/N. Even if it meant he would occasionally have to be called Mr. Rogers by the love of his life.

Eventually, Y/N’s breathing deepened, her eyes closing as her face relaxed into sleep.

His mind flitted to what Y/N said. 

Bucky was just as surprised as Steve was when he saw Y/N. He knew Bucky. He considered Y/N a miracle as much as Steve did.

And though Steve knew that Bucky was happy for him and Y/N, it still didn’t stop his best  friend from wondering.

While Steve didn’t care why or how Y/N came about, Bucky did. He cared a whole lot.

Which is why Steve found himself in the compound bright and early. Bucky had called and said that they had to discuss something important and though Steve wished he could spend the rest of his day with Y/N, she had pushed him out the door so she could get ready for work. 

Steve found his way to the living room where he was met with the sight of a bleary eyed Bruce Banner, a serious looking Steven Strange, a calm looking Wanda Maximoff, a jacked up on caffeine Tony Stark and a confused Bucky Barnes.

“Okay, I’m here. What is this about?” Steve said as he took a seat beside Wanda.

“We finally figured out how Y/N came to exist,” Steven said getting straight to the point.

“How?” Bucky demanded, his previous confusion vanishing like smoke.

“Magic,” Wanda answered. “It’s the only plausible explanation, especially since she has no relation to the original Y/N. Steven and I scoured the tomes in Kamar Taj but couldn’t find any answers so I searched the Darkhold.”

“What did you find?” Bruce asked as he took the seat next to Steve, rubbing his eyes. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, like he’d spent a few hours sleeping on a table instead of a bed. 

“Reincarnation is impossible without magical intervention,” Wanda explained. “The very process of reincarnating something is magical in nature because souls are magical. Sometimes, it happens naturally. It takes hundreds, maybe even thousands of years but some souls find the body of a descendant and they occupy that body. The soul has to be strong though and you usually see them prominently in history. The stronger the soul, the more they retain their old traits. It’s why we sometimes see people who look like Cleopatra or Caligula in the modern world.”

“Okay, so, what? Y/N being alive and real is just a miracle?” Tony asked with a frown.

“Not exactly,” Steven said carefully. “There are different spells to reincarnate someone to a new body, each of them more complicated than the last. The list of people able to cast those kinds of spells is short. Wanda, Wong and I would be able to do it and we’re some of the most powerful magic wielders around.”

“I think Agatha could do it too,” Wanda said with a frown. “Maybe the Ancient One and Baron Mordo.”

“That’s only listing magic wielders of our planet. There’s probably more in the universe,” Steven added.

Steve raised an eyebrow in question. “You think someone reincarnated Y/N through magic?”

“It’s the most likely answer. The time in which she died for her to show up in another body is too short of a time frame. She died (your age) years ago, correct?”

Steve nodded.

“Reincarnation takes years, centuries even. (Your age) years isn’t enough for her to occupy the body of another descendant naturally.” Steven explained.

“There’s that too,” Wanda piped up. “You said present Y/N isn’t related to anyone from past Y/N’s life, right? All of her children are accounted for and so are her grandchildren?”

Steve nodded again. “As far as I know, they don’t share any genetic DNA. She said she was born on the other side of the world and her parents just immigrated here when she was child. There’s no overlap.”

“We’ll have to test her to be sure,” Steven said. “I can ask Christine to run some labs, see what she could come up with.”

“We already tried that one,” Bruce said, looking more alert now than he was a few minutes ago. “SHIELD had old records of past Y/N’s DNA on file and Tony took some samples from her—“

“Hang on,” Steve said, abruptly standing up, his expression suddenly thunderous. “You took samples from her? When?”

“When she came over here a couple weeks ago. I took her glass and tested her saliva for any match with the past Y/N.”

“Tony, that is so not right!” Steve said, angry at the idea that Tony would violate Y/N’s privacy that way. They should have asked for permission! Instead they chose to violate her privacy. Steve was sure that if Y/N was around, she would be pissed and Steve was angry for her.

“What?” Tony said defensively. “I did what I had to do! Your old girlfriend is suddenly back from the dead, you’re not the least bit curious as to how or why? She could be a danger to us all but you’re so blinded by her that you can’t see that!”

Steve could feel his start begin to boil. Sweat pricked at the back of his head, dripping down to his nape. He had never been as angry as he was now. Tony can come after him all he wants but Y/N was off limits. 

“You should have asked for permission,” Bucky said, coming to Steve’s defense, though he was much calmer than Steve.

“And tell her what,” Tony demanded before his tone turned mocking, “‘Hey, Y/N! Do you think you can spit in this test tube for me and give me some of your hair? Oh no reason, just because you bare a striking resemblance to your boyfriend’s dead ex girlfriend!’”

“Enough!” Steven said, stepping in between Tony and Steve before they come into blows. “What’s done is done. What did you find?”

“Genetically, they’re 100% a match.” Bruce said as he pulled Tony away from the simmering fight. 

Steve took a deep breath before retaking his seat. His mind was racing by all of the revelations laid bare before him. He wasn’t sure what to think about the whole situation but one startling clear thought overrode everything else: He wasn’t going to lose Y/N again. 

“We need to tell her,” Wanda said, breaking Steve out of his thoughts. “She deserves to know.”

“We don’t even know what this is,” Steven argued, his face pulling into a frown. “We haven’t found concrete evidence yet. We should investigate more, see what we can find.”

“I agree with Wanda,” Tony said, voice contemplative. “We need to tell her. Maybe she knows what’s going on.”

“I say we shut up about it,” Bucky said. Steve’s eyes snapped to Bucky’s face. His blue eyes were blazing, his body taunt and ready to strike. “Chances are, she doesn’t know anything. She’s living a good and honest life, where she doesn’t have to worry about the next fight. She doesn’t ever have to think about bad guys and genocidal aliens and anthropomorphic robots set out to doom half of humanity. She doesn’t have to wake up everyday wondering if today will be the day she loses her friends. If you tell her this, if you tell her about the old Y/N, she could react badly.”

“You can’t be serious.” Tony deadpanned. 

“I am. If present Y/N is anything like past Y/N, and she is almost exactly like her down to a T, she will want to get to the bottom of this. She doesn’t deserve that. She’s living a normal, human life here. You really want to take that away from her?”

“This could be a threat to national security!”

“Or it could be a fluke! It could be nothing!”

“Alright, enough,” Steve said with a sigh. With his supersoldier body, he couldn’t get sick even if he tried. But right now, his head was pounding and the acrid taste of bile was beginning to rise at the back of his throat. The thought of losing Y/N again, even  if it isn’t the version of Y/N he grew up, had his palms slicking with sweat. He couldn’t lose her again. Not like this. Not before he was ready. And Steve doubted he would ever be ready to lose her.

When he’d crashed his plane to the freezing depths of the ocean, he knew that he wouldn’t lose Y/N. Not really. His heart would always be hers, even if she wasn’t around to claim it anymore. He would always be hers. 

But the thought of losing her now, when they finally have a second chance, had the air in his lungs going stale. His stomach roiled, his head suddenly feeling a rush of searing heat that rush down his spine, spreading throughout his body. 

Steve felt the eyes of the team on him but he couldn’t bring himself to look at any of them.

The only thing that raced through his mind was Y/N. She’d been a part of his past and now, against all odds, she was a part of his present. All he wanted was to keep her in his future. 

“Steve, this is your call,” Bruce said gently. “What do you want to do?”

He looked up, his eyes shining. There was really only one thing he could do and he would damn himself to hell first before he makes the mistake not to do it.

Y/N was home. Steve was sure of it.

The lights were turned on the living room, the smell of cooked garlic wafted all around their shared apartment and the bustling sound of the busy city penetrated into the small space. There were a lot of things that didn’t change from the past and one of them was that Brooklyn was loud.

Y/N had been cooking. Steve knew she loved to do that now. He could spend hours watching her get lost in a recipe, trying foods from all over the world in the tiny space they shared. The Y/N of the past hated cooking even if she loved to eat.

He peered at the dining room table. Dinner had been set, the plates and utensils laid neatly on the wooden surface. Their dinner was still warm judging by the steam that danced in the air. He could smell melted butter sweeping away the cooking garlic. Y/N had been talking about baking apple pie for a while now, and Steve had no doubt in his mind that the sweet smell of cinnamon and the tarty smell of apples that melded together in the small space of his apartment was the result of Y/N baking the day away. 

But he couldn’t hear her. She was usually found engrossed in a book when she wasn’t cooking or even scrolling through her phone. Where was she now?

For a moment, Steve’s heart plunged to his chest. Could something have happened to her?

“Y/N?” Steve called out as he walked to their shared bedroom. Relief flooding his system when he saw Y/N sitting on their bed. She was fine and well, so why wasn’t the feeling of dread in his stomach going away?

She was holding a piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes were glassy, her hands trembling.

She might have been physically okay but something was bothering her, Steve just knew it.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Steve said as he watched her, gauging her reaction.

She continued to stare at the paper intently. Steve glanced behind her and his own stomach dropped. 

Shit.

“I’m trying to recall when we’ve ever taken this picture before,” Y/N said, her voice shaky and brittle. “I’ve been racking my head for the past hour trying to remember where Bucky, you and I have ever taken this picture before but I can’t remember so unless I’m losing my mind, I am 100% sure we have never taken this picture before. But there I am. That is the same face I see everyday in the mirror. Bucky’s left hand isn’t metal here and you were thin. This was before your transformation.” She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with tears as she threw the faded picture on the bed, yellowed with age, the photograph marred with white lines from the many times Steve folded the photograph.

Steve remembered the day they took the picture. They had passed by a photographer in Central Park and paid 20 cents for the photo. It was the day before Pearl Harbor had been bombed and they didn’t have a single care in the world. War was a distant idea at the back of their heads. Y/N had the widest smile on her face, her arms wrapped around Bucky and Steve’s shoulders as she pulled them close for a hug. Bucky was looking at the camera, oozing charm and charisma as his left arm draped around Y/N’s shoulder, reaching over to Steve and ruffling his hair. Steve had his right arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulder, a cheerful smile on his face as he tried to slap away Bucky’s roaming hand.

He’d brought that photograph with him into every battle, had memorized every crevice until he could imagine it in near perfect detail. It was tucked inside his suit when he hit the ice and not even the icy waters of the ocean could cause the picture to fade. It was the only thing he had to remember his friends by when he woke up from the ice. The picture he fell asleep staring at and the same picture he woke up to everyday until he found Y/N again. He’d temporarily kept it hidden in a box beneath their bed when Y/N moved in along with small trinkets from his past. Somehow Y/N found it and now she knew he’d been lying from the start.

“Steve,” Y/N whispered as she stood up, pushing the picture away as if it was covered in acid, “what in the actual fuck.”

“I can explain,” Steve said, fighting to keep away the rising panic in his voice.

“Okay,” Y/N said, her voice shaking as she spoke, “explain.”

And so Steve did explain. He explained everything about his past, who Y/N was to him, how much he lost when he crashed into the ice. He told her what Y/N meant to Bucky, who Y/N was. Most of all, he explained, in great detail, every information revealed to him by his friends a while ago. How magic and science are searching for an answer to what Y/N really was and how she came to be.

At the end of it all, Steve watched as Y/N took a seat on the bed, snatching back the photograph. She stayed silent, her eyes glassing over as unshed tears collected at the brim. She fingers the picture in her hands, touching  the weather page, the little white cracks that marred the picture’s surface.

Steve took the seat next to Y/N, the bed dipping below her. “Y/N, say something.” He said the words quietly, an animal trainer afraid of a feral beast.

Steve heard the sharp breath she took before she spoke. “You lied to me.”

Steve felt his heart plummet in his chest. “No, Y/N, it isn’t like that—“

Her head snapped to him, her once mournful eyes blazing. “You lied to me.” The repeated words were like hammer hitting stone, chunks of Steve’s heart plummeting even deeper into his chest cavity. He imagine a sculptor chipping away at pieces of his heart, reassembling it until it became something he couldn’t recognize.

“You liked to me, Steve.” Y/N stood up again, throwing the photograph onto the bed. “You lied to me everyday you didn’t tell me. I thought you loved me because of who I was but no, it turns out, you love me because I look like your ex-girlfriend!”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Steve said, his voice turned pleading. “You are her. You’re the same Y/N I knew and loved. I was going to tell you, I swear. I was going to tell you when I got home but you’d found the picture—“

“I don’t care, Steve!” She was yelling now. Steve could see the fracture in the facade of her anger. She was hurt and in pain and Steve didn’t doubt she felt betrayed by Steve’s actions. 

Steve didn’t usually feel like a villain but he did feel so right now. He did a horrible, selfish thing because he was so terrified of losing her and now, because of his actions, he really will lose her.

His shitty timing was back to bite him in the ass. He should have told her before instead of today and now, he was going to lose her.

“Would you have told me if I hadn’t found this?” She gestured to the picture.

“Yes! I was going to tell you today! I didn’t want to tell you anything without any information. We didn’t know what you were at first—“

“What I am?” She repeated incredulously. “I’m a person, Steve. A person! That is what I am! With thoughts and emotions and feelings! I have memories of past and hopes for my future. I am not whatever your Y/N was! I am Y/N Y/L/N. I am my own person!”

If Steve could kick his own ass, he would. “I know that, I’m sorry. I didn’t use the right words. Y/N, I still don’t really understand how you came about but I do know that I love you.”

She paused then. The anger that radiated from her seemed to calm. Her nostrils were flared, her eyes still blazing. A crack in her angry veneer had her pain shining through. 

Without another word, Y/N grabbed a bag from their shared closet, quickly filling it up with clothes.

“Where are you going?” Steve said as he watched her pack silently, her movements frantic. 

“Away from here. I need time to think.”

Steve simply watched her as she grabbed a few days worth of clothes and her toiletries. She didn’t bother properly folding her stuff, which was so unlike the Y/N Steve knew. She liked things neat and tidy but the way she was moving signaled to Steve that neatness and tidiness were the last things on her mind right now.

“Please don’t go. We can talk about this.”

She paused for a breath before her movements started again, slower this time as she zipped up her bag. She still stayed silent, letting Steve do the talking.

“At least tell me where you’re going. I promise not to bother you until you’r ready, I just want to know you’re safe.”

She chewed her lip, hesitating before she spoke. “I’m gong to Y/BFF/N’s place. I need time to think. There’s pie baking in the oven and you need to take it out so it doesn’t get dry. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

And with that said, Steve watched silently as she took her things before marching toward their bedroom door. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Steve heard her sigh before she said a quiet, “Good bye, Steve.” Then he heard her measured footsteps as they journeyed to the front door of their shared apartment. He heard the squeaky hinges as they swung open followed by the loud slam of the wooden door. 

He was well and truly alone now. 

[scarlettromanov]

What are your favorite scenes to write for BAU? 😁

Ohhh this is such a hard question. Overall I think I really have enjoyed writing the scenes where the reader is in her element. Despite her lack of athletic ambition, she has so many qualities and hobbies that she's great at (ex. video games, drawing, baking, etc.). Wanda and Natasha see just how talented R is, and there's something so sweet about it to write.

Spoilers below (if you haven't read Business as Unusual):

Honorable mention scenes -

The scene where Wanda takes R into her lap when R is really sick, and they watch out the window together as the snow falls from the sky.

The contrast in R meeting Wanda's mother vs. Alexi and Melina.

The entirety of the Governor's Gala Chapter. (Or any scene involving protective WandaNat).

The soft scenes between Nat and R. The progression of their communication/relationship has been so enjoyable to write.

Thank you so much for asking this :)

LMK if ya'll have a favorite scene - I'd love to know!

[writteninscarlet]

get to know the muse

appearance:

i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards

“I’m a happy 5’7” actually. Annoyingly that’s still shorter than Pietro.” Just for your information. “Piercings? Only my ears, currently. And recently. I always wondered about tattoos. I DO have markings - but only occasional visible. Protection signals.” It was a necessary thing. “I rather like how I look. My auburn hair is perhaps one of my favourite features - don’t call it brunette.”

hobbies + talents:

i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand

“I wish I could say I play a sport. But I don’t. I’m interested in sports, which sometimes surprises people - I just have no time to partake. Instruments I can place. Piano, mainly. A lyre, too. I haven’t played in some time.” The languages? Of course she knew more than one. She had travelled in her youth and picked up bits and pieces of various Eastern European languages. Spanish was perhaps what she got the most use from, outside of English (of course) and some mystical languages. “I have various skills, don’t you know? I’m utterly full of surprises.”

relationships:

i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

“Funnily enough I’ve not got time to date. …That is perhaps a little bit of an excuse because you can always find time, can’t you? I have many issues. I’m aware I am not top of many people’s crush or date lists.” She shrugged. It didn’t bother her, truthfully. But at the same time she liked being in a relationship. Wanda liked being a partnership. “I’ve loved and lost, as they say. And I wouldn’t change that. As for the future? I don’t know what that holds.”

aesthetics:

i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season

“I enjoy different things. It can change from day to day,” she mused, giving a soft hum. “I enjoy the sun, but actually? I enjoy the night more, actually. The moon is pleasant to me - and far the better time for a witch. …though the day is livelier.” She smiled slightly, shaking her head, “There’s so much mystery to life. (which sounds lame, doesn’t it?) I want to know everything, there’s so much to learn.”

miscellaneous:

i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs

“I do believe in true love. I don’t believe in there only being ONE person out there for everyone. That isn’t true, and love is about working things out. But true love? I think there is such a thing.” A pause. “Probably true love dies after people hear me since in the shower.”

Stolen from: idek

[witchthewriter]

Level 3, idk if you recongnize me but I did a match up a while back and decided to do another again if that's okay? 🐦

Fandoms: Game of Thrones, Marvel, X Men

MBTI: INFP

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: She/They

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn (i only know that😭)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

I'm a very quiet person, timid, kinda grumpy and a bit shy but with close ones I'm a bit more talkative. I'm the type to be logical but also feels bad if it affects people's feelings, a bit of a people pleaser not gonna lie. I try my best to stay out of trouble but sometimes can't help but help people in need even if it causes me trouble (blame myself for it after sometimes). To be honest I'm actually pretty nice, kind and friendly. Like I would split my food and hand you the bigger one. I'm a good listener and gets embarrassed after i ramble about something i like. I get nervous and overwhelmed easily, I'm also anxious and paranoid like I check if i have the things i need like five times 💀. I'm very loyal to my friends and hate to see them upset.

Likes: Quiet places, music, relaxing solitude, matcha tea, cold drinks, cold weather, reading, taking breaks and hanging out with people i like.

Dislikes: insensitive or immoral people, germs, untidiness, loud noises/people, not being able to sleep.

Hobbies: Drawing, Reading, Organizing and Sleeping

Habit(s): I have a habit of dozing off when Im stuck in my mind and I pully my sleeves really hard when I'm nervous.

My Love Language: Quality Time and Acts of Service

Thank you! Have a great day or night =°_°= ♡

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌! She's been through a lot and your gentle nature would make her feel cared for. I think that's what she needs most, someone who will care for her. To make her feel loved and needed.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Very faithful and loyal. Anyone who speaks ill against you ... never does so again (depending on what they say, Sansa will take their tongue.)

・Treats you as her equal, and wants your input on many things. She loves your opinions because they're level-headed and come from a good place.

・Sews gorgeous clothes for you. She's naturally talented in that area, and has made such detailed items that take your breath away. Threaded your favourite flower, woven with golden shining thread. It's time consuming, but she doesn't mind it. She wants to spend time on things for you.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒇𝒇! She loves romance and would sweep you off your feet. You would keep her grounded and she would make you feel loved and protected. I think she would be able to take away some of your anxieties as well by letting you feel safe.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Everything is deeper and more intense with Wanda. She makes you feel like you're worth it. That you have so much worth and your thoughts are important. You're important.

・Likes to bake for you! All the time! There's many things that haven't turned out right, but it's fun and you enjoy taste-testing!

・If you need her, she will not leave your side. She makes you feel like her number one priority

𝐗-𝐌𝐞𝐧

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆! She has a good heart and wants to do the best by others. I think you two would be a great match because she wants to love someone with her whole being and I think you would want someone who is completely ready for a relationship. The compatibility would be high because you're both sensitive and emotionally mature/open.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Sees the good in every situation, which makes you feel like a more positive person

・She's great at listening and wants you to tell her everything about your day. Often begins a conversation, just so you can take over and talk. Your voice soothes her.

・She never breaks her promises, and reserves her affection just for you

[ladynightshadc]

Introducing Saaliha Finkelstein . . . Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas

GENERAL

full name:  saaliha finkelstein.

nicknames:  sally, saal.

age: twenty-five.

gender:  cis female.

species:  human.

orientation:  demisexual, panromantic.

date of birth:  february 23.

place of birth:  evermore (supposedly).

occupation:  pharmacist.

FAMILY

parents:  dr. albert finkelstein (alleged father), geeta singh † (mother).

sibilings:  none.

PHYSIQUE

faceclaim:  amita suman.

eye color: brown.

hair color:  dark brown.

height: 5′7"

MUSE INSPIRATION

luna lovegood — harry potter.

sarah bailey — the craft.

bonnie bennett — the vampire diaries.

wanda maximoff — marvel.

chloe sherman — run.

willow rosenberg — buffy the vampire slayer.

morticia addams — the addams family.

CHARACTERIZATION

Saaliha is an odd woman, but that's nothing new. She grew up watching the world through windows — more of a ghost than a girl some days. Her father was a paranoid man who'd lost his wife and was dead-set on ensuring the same would never happen to his only daughter. He kept her trapped in his home for twenty years, only letting her ever go as far as the garden on special occasions. Such a strange upbringing left Saaliha torn between feeling like a homebody and longing to escape. The scars that litter her body are reminders of how dangerous it can be when she asks for too much, acting upon reckless desires, but she does her best to cover them up and ignore them. Now that she's gotten a taste of true freedom, she'll never go back.

HEADCANONS

Growing up in such an isolated setting meant that Saaliha's social skills were lacking, to say the least. The few opportunities she had to interact with other children her age, she found herself unable to connect. There was little overlap in her life and their's that she could relate to. Since her escape she's gotten plenty of experience socializing, though there are still some little quirks she can't quite rid herself of.

All of her clothes are either thrifted or pieces she made herself - the latter are usually easy to pick out from the rest for their distinctive patchwork. Growing up, her father only got her new clothing once she'd outgrown the old, so she was forced to sew her own garments if she wanted anything but the drab things he brought home. All she could get her hands on were scraps of fabric from around the house (old curtains and tablecloths, spare bedsheets he wouldn't miss, etc.), but she made it work. What started as a childhood necessity quickly turned into a hobby she genuinely loved. Making her own clothing in a house where everything, even Saaliha herself, belonged to her father, wearing something not given by him felt like a small freedom. A much needed sense of ownership.

She can cook well and often ends up preparing meals for Jack (he can get so focused on his work he forgets to eat if she doesn't remind him!), but prefers baking. It's not uncommon to walk into the kitchen and see a tray of freshly made cookies or muffins. Autumnal flavors/spices are her favorite.

Dr. Finkelstein told her that her mother was a witch, but Saaliha doesn't seem to have inherited any of her power. She does, however, practice what she calls "simple magic." Small-scale practices that many humans partake in such as reading tarot cards and tea leaves or charging crystals under a full moon. The classification of Wiccan would likely fit her best.

When she began looking for a job years ago, her first thought was to do something related to fashion since she'd been making her own clothes for so long. However, it's something very personal to her and she realized that working as a seamstress for others wouldn't feel the same. Getting into the medical field was the next logical solution, since her father had instilled an extensive knowledge of medicine in her. Sometimes she fears that going down this path could lead to her ending up like him, but she genuinely likes what she does. Jack may or may not have helped fudge her resume a bit.

[inkblot-inc]

The extra bonus for Wanda dating a metal worker? If she wants a specific shaped cookie cutter, a baking tray that’s shaped a certain way, a cooling wrack that’s bigger than what they have at most stores. Any of that. She can get them hand made by Skitch. Also, her kitchen knives are always razor sharp.

oh for sure!

I mean, go ahead and add custom made baking supplies to the list of gifts Skitch makes for Wanda, especially ones to accommodate her larger kitchen appliances.

A 4x3 cupcake pan? PFFT, try 9x7 on for size!

And it's kinda satisfying how none of her cooking appliances ever become dull or dingy 😌

[official-pietro-maximoff]

Name: Pietro Django Maximoff

Age: 30

Power: Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Agility, Superhuman Stamina

Personality: Kind, caring, loving, goofball, chaotic, charismatic.

Hobbies: Baking, raising blood pressure, spending time with family.

@wandabug

@i-am-not-a-villain

@wanda-chaos-witch

@pietro-maximoff-official

Role Call for Maximoff siblings and children of Magneto

Name: Wanda Maximoff

Age: 30

Powers: Chaos Magic, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Reality Warping, Teleportation, Probability Manipulation, Energy Manipulation, Time Manipulation, Illusion, Flight, Necromancy, Witchcraft, neuroelectric interfering, psionics

Personality: Warm, sweet, scary when angry, girly, motherly, protective, compassionate, determined, purposeful, serious, introverted, fearful, rageful, Self-made sense of justice, lonely, Funny, misunderstood, kind, adventurous

Hobbies: cooking, watching siccoms, spending time with family and friends

Reblog with information for your muse if Maximoff or child of Magneto. Also tag other accounts who are one of these if you know others.

@jade-lopez-maximoff @thebestmaximoffbartonisblue @youdidntseethatcoming @mutantontheloose

[dropout-if]

Ooh so we know that kai likes anime and j likes to read, I'm super curious as to what the other ROs enjoy? 👀👀

Jean/Jade- besides reading, they're also into jogging/going to the gym, and playing chess.

Uma- sketching/painting and gardening.

Statler- playing guitar mostly and writing songs (though they don’t consider themself to be good at it).

Wanda- she likes many things! Wanda is into going shopping, hanging out, listening to music, very casual photography, baking (tho she's terrible at it. She's so interested in the environment, and would like to try out boxing.

Kai- they also have many hobbies^^ besides watching anime, they like surfing, videogames, and photography.

Travis- cooking, reading. Travis also likes volunteering at the animal shelter.

[clovermunson]

author’s note: y’all thought i’d do these and not do one for my favorite speedster? ha, wrong again! it would just be wrong if i didn’t do one of these for Pietro. without further ado, i present a headcanon list of what it would be like to date everyone’s favorite silver-haired sokovian, who for personal reasons is alive and well okay? i may or may not have gotten a little carried away with this one too. as always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i just respectfully ask that you please do not repost my work and claim as your own! — xo, morgan💜

warnings: pure fluff. mentions of eating. mentions of dangerous missions. Pietro being a cheeky lil shit. talk of marriage and proposals. that’s about it really.

**for the romanian terms, a key has been included at the bottom of this list for their meanings!

dating pietro maximoff would include

everyone knows that Pietro Maximoff lives life in the fast lane

no really, the guy has no idea how to just slow the fuck down sometimes

okay so like he can be arrogant at times

but that’s just Pietro being Pietro because he does it so well

but surprisingly, he wanted to take a serious relationship with you slow and steady

he wanted to go through the entire courting process and goddamn it he wanted to do it right and absolutely perfect

PDA is at like max level though

this man craves affection from you

he’s easily jealous but in the end he revels in the fact that he’s the one who got you

he’s still using corny pickup lines like he used before you even started dating because he wants to treat you like he’s still trying to win you over

weekly friday night movie marathons, and Pietro gets excited when it’s his turn to choose the movie

he has so many sokovian and romanian nicknames for you

draga being his favorite one to use because it makes you blush so much

baking together. it’s a hobby that Pietro wanted to take up, and it almost always results in flour fights and icing being smeared on each of your faces

oh Wanda would know when you start dating Pietro

she knows just by the overly chipper demeanor that you both have

and because Pietro is literally always kissing you in front of literally everyone

he’s a very proud boyfriend, to say the least

at least three of his shirts have become yours, he doesn’t even regret letting you take them either

given his speedy and quite flighty nature at times, others wonder if he’ll leave you but he’s super quick to shut them down and reassure you

“draga, i promise you i am not going to leave you.”

and he always says it in the softest/sweetest tone

honestly it’s the most heart-melting thing

if given the chance, Pietro will swoop in and hug you from behind, resting his chin on either your head or shoulder

okay but he definitely rambles on to Wanda about how madly in love he is with you

and that’s the thing about Pietro, he feels his emotions so passionately that he gets a little ahead of himself sometimes, but he’s never been more sure of anything

you really are an anchor for him, the one person who can keep him grounded and stable— and he loves you all the more for that

OKAY BUT THE AMOUNT OF FOOD THIS MAN EATS IN A DAY— WHEW

that increased metabolism really kicks into overdrive and that’s why it’s so costly to feed him

not that you mind it though

Pietro asks Wanda to show you how to make his favorite sokovian recipes because he really can’t cook that well

when he’s on missions, to say you’re worried is a complete understatement

especially after learning about the events of Ultron and his very brave and selfless, albeit a bit impulsive and borderline foolish, almost self-sacrifice

you worry about him more than you should, but it’s only because he’s so impulsive and sometimes doesn’t think things through

the improved thermal homeostasis helps keep him warm at all times, so you’re often cuddled up to him trying to stay warm (especially in the winter)

you’re so scared to introduce him to your family, because even though he poses no real threat to hurting you, your family could be…well, very protective

but this man is so charming that he instantly wins everyone over within minutes

you’d always tend to his injuries though, even the most minor little cuts, scrapes, and bruises

“has anyone ever told you that you’d make a rather hot nurse?” Pietro slightly cocked his head, winking at you as you bandaged the gash on his arm

“shut up, Piet.” you tried to stifle a giggle, but you couldn’t hide the smile that had crept on to your lips, “sometimes you’re a handful.”

“but i’m your handful. and you love me.”

speaking of the three words

Pietro first said them after a particularly nasty mission, one where he was convinced at the beginning that not everyone would come back perfectly unharmed, but he was glad that mostly everyone came out okay despite a handful of near-death experiences

as soon as he came home, he bolted straight to you and hugged you as tight as he could

you were just happy to see him, you hadn’t even noticed all the cuts and bruises at first

“i love you, draga mea. more than anything.” Pietro’s head rested on your shoulder as he kissed the side of your neck

“i love you too, ingerul meu.” your lips met his, the two of you smiling against each other’s lips, “i’m so glad you’re home. now let’s get you cleaned up and taken care of.”

within about a year and a half of being together, you’d moved in with each other

and Pietro is surprisingly easy to live with. once the ground rules were established for the both of you, everything went smoothly

most date nights are nights at home together, just enjoying each other’s company

but when it’s a fancy date and you get all dressed up, Pietro’s jaw is on the floor

he can’t help it, you just look so radiant, like a literal angel

“take a picture Piet, it’ll last longer.” you smirk, grabbing your phone and keys from the table, tossing them to Pietro

“a simple picture wouldn’t do you justice, my love.” Pietro shakes his head, “you look ethereal.”

Pietro never forgets an anniversary

and he always plans his gifts for you months in advance

even if you tell him it doesn’t have to be extravagant, he always goes above and beyond because you’re worth it to him

honestly by the two year mark, this man was already very much sure of wanting to marry you and have children with you; he knew way before then

he gets jittery when he’s thinking of proposing

which is saying something because he never gets nervous about anything else

he just wants it to be perfect and he wants it to be memorable for the both of you so you can tell the story to your children in the future

ultimately his life goal is to just make you happy

because your happiness makes him happy

he’s very cuddly

okay but this man is such a sucker for having his hair played with

he will lay his head on your lap and just let you run your fingers through his hair for hours on end

he’s willingly vulnerable with you, which is a huge milestone for him because being experimented on by Strucker really made him a shell of himself for a while

this man gets all the kisses, hugs, and cuddles that he wants and it’s really not up for debate

but you happily give him all the love and affection he needs

before you can even finish the sentence “Piet, i’m cold.” he has already taken off his jacket and it’s around you

he promises to keep you safe from any harm, because your safety and well-being is his priority

this man is really such a dream

a literal angel

if you ever have a playful argument, he’ll just pick you up and carry you to the nearest couch or chair for cuddles because he just wants the argument to end

he’ll help out with chores around your shared apartment because he can get them done in the blink of an eye

Pietro loves to poke fun at you because he finds it adorable when you get angry and flustered at the same time

you’re both firm believers in goodbye kisses

no seriously, Pietro will not leave you without a goodbye kiss

once you jokingly forgot it and he got all cute and pouty over it

“draga, aren’t you forgetting something?” Pietro stared at you, his best pout on display

“i don’t think so…” you looked around, “you’ve got your gear on, you’re well-rested, i made you a nice home-cooked meal. i’d say you’re ready for this mission, darling.”

“ahem,” he cleared his throat, still pouting like a child who’d been told no, “what about my goodbye kiss?”

“how could i ever forget that?” you smirked, holding your arms out to Pietro as he engulfed you in a hug, pressing his lips to yours

“please never forget it again, my love.” Pietro mumbled against your lips, “your kisses are the best part of leaving for missions.”

honestly he’s just the sweetest, smoothest son of a bitch on the planet

all the plans he had to propose? yeah, out the window because he just asked on impulse one night, completely out of the blue

it was more of a general wondering at first

“is there a chance you’d still want to marry me?” he turned to you, his blue eyes sparkling in the light of the kitchen

“Piet, i’d marry you right here, right now if we could.”

and this man felt his nerves just spike instantly

because god he’d marry you on the spot too

so while you’re preparing dinner, he sneaks off to the bedroom to grab the ring from his bedside table

granted you wouldn’t have even known he was gone, the quick little bastard

he helped finish making dinner, and the whole time the two of you were eating he could feel how nervous he was— the high adrenaline, sweaty palms, everything

you kinda noticed he was more nervous than usual, but you didn’t say anything, figuring it was just him being worried about an upcoming mission

after dinner, Pietro suggested a movie night; complete with snacks, building a blanket fort in the living room, and letting you choose your favorite movie

him being so nervous because he thought he lost the ring, but when he felt it still in the pocket of his sweatpants, he was beyond relieved

“draga, can i ask you something?” Pietro finally gathered up his courage

“of course, anything.” you turned to him, your eyes holding a worried look, fearing the worst

“no no, it’s not anything bad.” Pietro chuckled, noticing your concern, “i was just wanting to ask if you want the same thing that i do?”

“i always have, my angel.” you smiled, “everything from marriage to starting a family.”

Pietro literally felt his heart start racing when you said that, this man is so in love with you

“well, i think we can definitely manage at least one of those things rather soon.” he smirked, taking your hand in his

“Piet, what are you talking ab—” before you even knew it, you were staring at the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen

“i’ve been trying to find the perfect way to ask you this, but i’ve been overthinking it.” Pietro chuckled at himself, “Y/N, my darling, will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?”

awestricken, you looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, “a million times, yes. i was beginning to think you’d never ask, Speedy.” you giggled as he slipped the ring on your finger

“i kept holding out for the right moment, but i never realized that any time would’ve been the right moment.” Pietro smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, then one on your lips

and honestly, how could you say no to that?

the nickname Speedy hadn’t been used by you since you’d first met him, but god it still made his heart flutter, even more now

okay i should probably stop listing headcanons now

i got really carried away here oops

literally you and Pietro are the otp to end all otps, truly couple goals

ugh, y’all i miss Pietro if you can’t tell😩 brb gonna go write a Pietro fluff fic asap

key

draga = darling, honey, sweetheart

draga mea = my darling

ingerul meu = my angel

[thesecretwriter]

praise (loki).

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Summary: A sequel to in charge, Loki liked the feeling of having you take charge for once, and just like that he discovered himself being a switch, much like you. After a day of having you compliment and praise him at any chance you got, he realises he has a new kink, and he is more than eager for you to use it on him.

Warning: Fluff – because both you and Loki get some aftercare, smut (minors dni) praise kink, pet names.

Marvel masterlist.

“Nice work, you’re doing it correctly.” You say placing a kiss on Loki’s cheek as you see him finishing up on putting a plant into a pot.

You both had recently decided that it would be good to take up come hobbies together, it would mean the both of you spending more time together. The only hobby to work out for you both so far was gardening since it was so therapeutic.

Loki felt something within him crave to hear more from you when he did something right. It wasn’t validation; it was more like having someone acknowledge that he did something right, and hearing it come from you made it all the better.

He looked over his shoulder to see you walk to the table nearest to you to get some soil for the flowers you were planting. You had gone back to what you were doing, not noticing the craving look in his eye. Loki dismissed it and went back to his task at hand.

It was now lunch time, and you and Loki were giving baking a go as a new possible hobby.

“Make sure this kitchen is in one piece when y’all are done. Experiments happen in the lab.” Tony said grabbing some water from the fridge and disappearing.

“Hey, you’re doing really good. Just keep reading the instructions and keep the measurements in mind.” You remind Loki glancing to him mixing the butter and sugar together.

Loki felt that familiar feeling from within him rise again. He watched you again as you carried on with your task at hand.

“Darling?” He said softly still watching you.

“Yes love?” You say cracking the eggs carefully into a bowl.

“Look at me.” Your eyes immediately meet his, the submissive part within you knowing to listen when Loki spoke in that particular tone.

“What’re you planning on doing after dinner?” He asked.

“I was going to go to our room and watch a movie, why’d you ask?” You say curiously.

“I want to discuss something with you.” He said calmly.

With the way the words left his mouth, you knew it wasn’t anything where you did something wrong, although you did take notice of the dark look in Loki’s eyes. Choosing to talk about it later, you two go back to baking.

“These cupcakes are really good y/n.” Wanda said appreciatively to you.

“Don’t thank me, Loki did most of the work. He did a great job, didn’t you love?” You look to Loki who is seated in front of you as you all munch on the cupcakes.

His eyes had that look in them again, you smile at him with how he was looking at you so intently.

He returned the smile and was then distracted by Thor who mentioned the next time they go to Asgard his mother would love the recipe.

You all quickly cleaned up the kitchen and dispersed into your own little worlds, you took note that Loki would want to speak. So, you made your way to your room to bathe and then get in bed and read while you wait for him.

Once done with your nightly routine, you settle in bed and read while Loki is in the bathroom.

He had come into the room while you were putting on your pyjama’s, he placed a kiss to your forehead and then walked into the bathroom.

You had taken notice of his change; you didn’t know what to think of it. He was acting like his normal self, but his words from earlier made you question whether you’d done anything wrong.

Your thoughts were interrupted once Loki re-entered the room.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked with furrowed brows.

“… are you upset with me? My thoughts feel really contradicting after you said you wanted to discuss something.” You say honestly.

A chuckle came from Loki, he didn’t know his words would affect you like that.

“Its nothing serious darling, I just wanted to discuss something private with you.” By now he had made his way to your spot on the bed, he sat down in front of you and watched your expression.

Confusion made its way onto your face, “I mean about our sex life.” He said more bluntly.

Oh.

You blushed at his unfiltered words, such lude things coming from Loki never failed to make you feel shy.

“What do you want to discuss?” You ask curiously.

Loki had carefully thought about his words while he was in the shower. Ever since you had discovered that you both enjoy switching from dominant to submissive, things in the bedroom had been better than ever.

“Earlier when we were baking you said something that really caught my attention, and it made me realise that I enjoy hearing these… praises coming from you.” He explained, feeling a little shy.

It clicked in your mind about what he was talking about.

“Is that so?” You feel that part within you awaken as Loki looks to you with lust filled eyes.

He nods his head and watches as you smile at him, a smile that told him exactly how the night was going to go.

“I want you to lay on the bed, in the middle please.” You told him as you got up from your spot to leave your book in its respective place in the shelf.

Complying with no hesitation, Loki made his way to the middle of the bed, watching you curiously.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this new founding of yours my love. Its going to be rather exciting… for the both of us.” You say standing at the edge of the bed.

“Restrain yourself.” You say to Loki, and he does just that. The restraints that are on either side of your bed post tie themselves around his wrists with his magic.

“No funny business, I better not see your hands be free unless I say so.” You warn him and walk to your closet.

Loki is left alone for a few moments; he had no idea what you had in mind for him. Although he had to admit, he was proud of the progress you made in being dominant.

Lost in thought and not seeing you re-enter; your voice brings him out of his thoughts.

“What’ve you got on your mind my love?” You ask coming into his view.

You attire now changed, you were in black lingerie that had emerald, green lace defining the patterns on both your undies and bra.

Loki had visibly swallowed, and he felt his cock stir.

You smirked at his obvious arousal.

“Does my good boy like seeing me like this? You wanna feel me against you?” You asked with a smirk.

“Please y/n.” He pleaded.

“Address me correctly.” You raise a brow at him.

“Please goddess.”

“Theres my good boy.”

You swiftly make your way to him on the side of the bed. Sitting down next to his laying form.

Your hands roam his exposed chest, you can tell that his breathing has sped up.

“What do you want?” You ask him.

“Ride me please.” He says politely.

You smirk at his words and gently go to straddle him, he is only in his boxers, which you do away with by freeing his hardened cock. He moans as you stroke up and down his cock slowly. Spreading the precum across the head of his tip.

“Look at how good you are for me, hard and ready for me.” You lean over and kiss his lips as you continue to stroke his cock.

Hs kisses back, bucking his hips wanting to feel more.

“Ah ah, slowly.” You pull away and position yourself above his cock, moving your undies to the side, you allow yourself to sink down onto his cock. Relishing in the moment of feeling him so deep in you. Loki hisses as he watches you close your eyes and bit your lips.

“Please.” He begs and tries to touch you, but his hands are restrained.

“Be my good boy first.” You say and begin to grind your hips against his, hands settled on his chest to help you balance.

Loki wants nothing more than to fuck up into you, feeling your wet pussy grind into him is making it difficult for him to last.

He had been thinking of you doing something like this for almost the entire day. Now that its happening, the little control he has is wearing off.

“Faster.” He requests desperately.

Smirking down at him, you lean down and once again kiss him. When he kisses you hard, you start to bounce your hips frantically against his, the speed in pace taking him by surprise. He moaned into your mouth and looked to you with furrowed brows.

“That’s my good boy, you listen to me so well. What a pretty boy you are two. You look so pretty when you’re desperate to come.” You praise him on.

You slowly feel yourself getting more and more close to the edge of euphoria, sparing yourself this one time, you continue to fuck him hard and fast. Hips hitting against his own and creating the echoed slapping of skin in the room.

At this point Loki is fucking up right into you, you pay no might to it since you were nearly where you wanted to be.

“That’s it baby, be a good boy and make us cum.” You moan out.

Within the next two minutes, you’re moaning out Loki’s name as he does the same.

A moment of silence comes between the both of you, slightly sweaty bodies lying against each other.

“You were so good for me.” You praise and sit up, still having Loki inside you. You undo the restraints and watch as he looks to you with the most love in the world.

“I like having you like this.” He expresses and kisses your forehead.

With the activities that just took place and the baking from earlier, you feel yourself getting tired.

“Rest for a little darling, we’ll wake in a moment to have another bath.” He says and pulls you closer to him.

[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (11/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 2.3k words

Warning : fluff, angst, shitty Steve, Don’t ask me why I make Steve so unlikable in every thing  I write( PS I’m still mad at endgame Steve), mention of sex

If someone had told you that you would wake up snuggled to your boss — naked — you would have told them to fuck off and leave you alone. Not that the idea of James in your bed was repulsive, no, it was actually quite the opposite. You wanted him so much that it scared you because he — well, he was so gorgeous, and you were you. And he even looked better lying in your bed while the sunlight peaked onto his face from the window, making his stubble and hair appear golden-ish. Even as hard his exterior was, everything about him, mostly sleeping in your bed, appeared soft. 

“You know, watching people while they sleep is kinda creepy,” James said, his voice gruff from sleep and you felt heat rushing through your body. God, his morning voice was so hot. It took a second for your brain to register his words and when it did, you moved your gaze away from him.

“You’re beautiful,” you blurted out. You could feel him rumbling as he rubbed his still sleep-dazed eyes.

He gently lifted his hand to place it on your face, caressing your cheek softly with his knuckles as he said, “You are beautiful."

You jokingly rolled your eyes and shifted your face slightly to plant a kiss on the inside of his palm. “Don’t you have a club to run?” 

“The club can wait,” Bucky’s hand trailed off from your face to your waist and he flipped you, situating you on his lap and kissed you lazily while his hands roamed around your body. 

***

Bucky felt like he was dreaming, he felt as if any moment you’ll slip out of his grasp and he would have to wake up. This was too good to be true, you were too good to be true. After an incredible morning, which included him pounding into you in your bed and then on the kitchen worktop and then in the shower. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, he needed to touch you — feel you — make sure you were here with him safe. 

It wasn’t just sex, it was so intimate that it felt so much more. The time when he wasn’t buried inside you, you’d talk about everything. He told you that when he was a kid, he loved baking. His mom worked, so he spent most of his time helping his sister with her new hobby. Rebecca soon grew out of it, but Bucky didn’t. He told you he’d love to open a bakery in a foreign country.

“You know, we can go to Europe,” you suggested. “You can open a bakery and maybe some chocolate whiff is all I need to break out from my writing slump.”

Bucky’s heart ached at your confession, he was delighted to know that he wasn’t the only one that was fantasizing about a future with you. He had never told his ambitions to anyone, mainly because when he did tell someone, they laughed at him. His career and exterior did not match his dreams, and soon those dreams died. But you made him desire that peaceful life. He wanted peace and tranquility in his life with you. Maybe tomorrow he would wake up and realize that this was some dream, and he was alone in his apartment and not in your bed. 

“Have you thought of a name yet?” you asked, “For the bakery.”

“Did you recall that song you were humming?”

 “No,” you said, “But I’m sure it will make a great bakery name.”

You curled up into his chest, you were almost asleep. He kissed the top of your head, refusing to succumb to sleep, holding you tightly so that even if this was an elaborate fantasy that his mind had conjured, he was adamant to still make the most of it.

***

After leaving your house to get ready for work, that's when he finally realized that this was real. You were his, and he was yours in a sense that no amount of words could comprehend. You hadn’t put any official labels on your relationship, but the way you moaned his name and breathlessly whispered, “I’m yours. All yours.” multiple times in his ears was enough.

Bucky hated when people called him James, it reminded him of his father, but the way you said his name with adoration filled in your eyes and tone made him content. You made him feel content and happy with everything you did without even realizing it. Bucky hoped he could do the same for you — make you feel at peace.

“I’ve been calling you since morning,” Steve commented the moment Bucky entered his office. He eyed the group of people — Steve, Sam, Clint, Pietro, Wanda, and Peter in his office before exhaling. Although Bucky was their boss, that didn't deter them from treating him like the friend he was. He didn’t mind that either, these people gave him a sense of belonging — a family, and he would give his life for them just like they would for him.

“I was asleep,” Bucky lied. And of course, his friends didn’t buy it.

“I came by your place this morning. You weren't there sleeping,” Steve retorted. He didn’t like how his best friend who he saw as a brother was hiding things from him. 

Fuck, Bucky thought. Admittedly, he wasn't at his place, he was at yours. He didn’t know what to say when six sets of eyes were looking at him expectantly. He couldn’t tell the truth, he wasn't a kiss-and-tell kind of guy. He wanted to avoid telling because you met these people every day, and it would become awkward for you; but mostly he didn’t want anyone to find out because it was so new for him that he was scared to even mention your relationship, terrified of jinxing it. 

Just when he was about to muster up an excuse, a soft knock on his office door snapped everyone’s attention towards the entrance. Bucky’s relief was short-lived the moment he realized it couldn’t be anyone except you. Now everyone was looking at Bucky impatiently, waiting for him to respond. 

If it were anyone else Bucky would have asked them to go away, but it was you. You were knocking at his door. He wanted to see you, see the marks hidden behind the concealer or collar when he sucked your neck a little too hard the previous night and this morning. Mainly, he wanted to see you.

“Come in,” He said, ignoring the stares his friends were giving him. His breath hitched at your sight, you were really breathtaking. You weren't looking at him or anyone in the room. No, you were holding two coffees and a bag of donuts in your hand. Your eyes were focused and you were looking inside the bag, searching for a dish to put his donut in, when you said, “I knew you'd skip breakfast after you left this morning. I brought you -” 

“Y/N,” Wanda cut you off.

Bucky internally thanked Wanda because he didn’t have it in him to stop you from speaking.  And that’s when you finally looked up and were met with seven people staring at you. Sam, Wanda, and Pietro were looking at you with a smirk on their face. Peter looked down at his feet. Clint was clueless and confused. Steve wasn’t looking at you, he was staring at his best pal who lied to him about his whereabouts. And Bucky’s eyes were fixed on you and when yours landed on his, he smiled at you and shook his head, telling you that he got you.

“What are you doing here, Y/N? Your shift doesn’t start till night,” Pietro informed, he was clearly teasing you. And soon a sense of understanding came to Clint’s senses when he joined the dots and his eyes widened before a smirk formed on his lips.

“I… I,” you stuttered. Your brain couldn't come up with an excuse this quickly. Bucky opened his mouth to say something, but you raised your hands and the packet of donuts with it and excitedly said, “I brought doughnuts!”

“Thank you!” Bucky exclaimed, swiftly walking towards you, taking the donuts from your hand, and placing it on the table. He draped his arm around your waist before leading you outside his office. His friends knew now, he wasn’t going to tone down the PDA in front of them. He just didn't want you to feel awkward or under anyone's subjection.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” you started once you were away from everyone. “I wouldn’t have if I knew -”

Bucky’s lips landed on yours, stopping your rambling. His arms snaked around your waist, pushing you flush against his chest, and you wrapped your hands around his neck. “It wasn’t your fault,” he mumbled adjacent to your lips and you sighed in relief.

“I just wanted to bring you breakfast since we couldn’t have it,” you pouted, flusteredly thinking about the morning activities that stopped you from having breakfast.

Bucky beamed down at you and planted another soft kiss on your lips. “How about I make it up to you at lunch,” he suggested, “I'll bake something for you too.”

You nodded excitedly and were about to leave when Bucky gently took your wrist in his hand. “Doll, text me when you reach home, yeah?”

***

Bucky dreaded going back into his office, he knew he would be bombarded with questions and knowing smirks. He decided to rip off the band and entered the office. “Okay, go for it, ask away.”

“How long has this been going on?” Steve was the first one to question.

“I mean, officially since last night.”

Sam was about to drop a snarky comment when Pietro chimed in. “Who asked who out?” 

“I asked her out,” Bucky answered, and was bewildered. “Why is that important?” 

“I knew it!” Wanda cheered and raised her hand, palms up, towards the blond. “Pay up,” Pietro grumbled before handling her sister 20 dollars.

“You guys bet on us?” Bucky asked and was met with amused snickers from everyone except Steve. Peter stepped forwards before saying, “I had no part in this, Mr. Barnes.”

The twins rolled their eyes before Steve interjected another one of Sam’s almost snippy comments. “She is the reason you attacked Rumlow, isn't she?”

Sam raised his hands in frustration and turned towards his husband. “Come on, babe. You just had to ruin the fun.”

Bucky exhaled and answered honestly, “Yes, but I can’t tell you why. You just have to take my word for it and trust me that he deserved it.”

“Buck, I’m not saying I don’t trust you, but you have to understand where my fear is coming from,” Steve said, “I know Rumlow and I know he's planning something big. We have to be careful. You can't be distracted by this girl, pal.”

Bucky was furious. He did not expect his best bud to say that. Steve knew how much Bucky pinned for you, he knew how much Bucky wanted you. How could he just say that about you after knowing all of this? “That’s rich coming from you after you told me to be happy.”

Bucky huffed in disbelief, his voice filled with venom. “Well, guess what, pal? She makes me happy.”

Nobody dared to intervene between the childhood friends. Everyone knew that Steve was saying stupid shit out of concern, but Bucky couldn’t see it. Bucky would fight anyone for you, even his best pal.

“You attacked our enemy because of this girl that you’ve been with since what — a day?” Steve scoffed sarcastically, and Bucky’s breath was drawn and his fists balled.

“I attacked him because he-” Bucky cursed himself and inhaled sharply. He couldn’t do this to you, it wasn't his decision to tell. You had decided that nobody would find out about what Rumlow did to you, not even cops, and Bucky respected your decision. He wouldn’t do this to you, especially not out of anger and in front of multiple people you didn't even know.

Before Steve could say something, Bucky’s phone vibrated on the table. A text, Bucky assumed it was you, informing him that you had reached home. You — thinking about you made him take a breath and calmed him a bit. He decided he would text you in the privacy of his office, after his friends would leave. He would text you back or better call you when he wasn’t fuming with rage at his best friend, then he would take you out on a lunch date. 

Bucky was about to reach for his phone when Clint finally spoke up, “Steve, we will be careful, okay? We will contact our sources and find out about Rumlow’s plan.”

All the heads present in the office accepted this decision. Sam scolded Steve and Bucky and made them hug out their issues like kindergarteners. Peter offered to make a drink and everyone made their way downstairs towards the bar, leaving the office and Bucky’s phone unattended.

What Bucky didn’t know was that Rumlow’s plan was already in action, in reality, he had even succeeded in his plan.

If Bucky had checked his phone, then he would have realized it wasn't a text from you, instead, it was a text from an unknown number with an attached photo. The picture was of you tied to a chair, your eyes half-lidded with drugs and tears, and a bruise forming on your left cheek.

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