#wandavision ends tonight

[randomshyperson]

Heart Drawing - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Dinner with Mr. Heart takes a different turn. Or, what anyone who wasn't a synthezoid would have done at the sight of Wanda in that dress.

Warnings: (+18), purely smut, bottom!Wanda (bratty), rough smut, creampie, strap-on, fingering and oral (w rec),  Westview setting, established relationship, kinda semi-public (?), almost getting caught but Wanda keeps doing magic tricks | Words: 1.169k

A/N-> I can't believe I finally wrote this, it's a fixing of the scene from WandaVision because I always thought it was unbelievable. If Wanda prepared a romantic dinner for me, especially wearing that, there would be no dinner at all. A good Wandavision anniversary for all of us btw <3

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Although it was one of the skills she developed first, mental control could be very difficult. Especially if Wanda was experiencing some other strong emotion, such as stress, anger, or sadness. 

Or physical exertion, like a fight with an alien or lifting machines or the like. 

Or just being so close to cumming in the middle of the kitchen.

And you, well, you weren't making it any easier for her. Your hips never faltered in their brutal rhythm against her and every time the fake cock attached to your waist slid between her tight walls, Wanda had the impression that even the magic around the house was failing. 

Her eyes were still red, though - Wanda is still surprised that she has any control when you slide your fingers down to tug at her neglected clit and she's forced to muffle her whimper with a bite on your shoulder.

She's sure she won't be able to keep the two guests static in the kitchen if you keep this up. But the soft protest is little more than a choke; "S-slow down, detka" she gasps directly into your ear.

You adjust the angle, and your hips slow down, but god, you thrust hard enough for the kitchen counter to crack. The dress she called a surprise barely hanging on her body is pushed down even further with the rough motions and Wanda won't be surprised if the the magic fails her once and for all with the reach of her orgasm.

She wasn't complaining, after all, this was the whole point of the night. A misunderstanding about a heart drawn on the calendar had led her to believe that tonight would be an anniversary (of which, she and Agnes came to no conclusion, and Wanda preferred to pretend it was supposed to be a wedding one). She got chocolate fruit and a dress that made you ignore your boss in the other room and force her against the counter as soon as you caught the first glimpse of her cleavage.

Wanda tried to be the voice of reason, even if her voice was hoarse and not very determined. She asked you; "What about them?" but all you did was give her a dirty little smile as you unbuttoned your pants.

"Play your tricks, my lovely little witch." That's what you whispered before sliding into her in probably the only gentle thrust of the night, and well, we're back to the beginning.

Wanda being fucked roughly on the counter in the kitchen while trying to keep the two guests in the living room.

She doesn't know, or think she doesn't know, at least not consciously about how that toy ended up inside your pants. She doesn't think about it, nor about when your hips start to buck and how when you come first, she can feel something hot squirting inside her. She can only mew in arousal, feeling your weight fall on her as you return your movements, faster than before making it impossible for her to hold back any longer. Your mouth finds hers again, and you swallow every dirty moan she lets out as she finally reaches her climax a moment later.

The kitchen, perhaps the whole city, shakes with the force of this orgasm. Wanda doesn't notice, but you're kind of mesmerized by the whole thing. She doesn't even realize she has lost control, still panting and soft under your body but you hear footsteps approaching.

It's your powers that keep the kitchen door tightly shut, and Wanda blinks exhaustedly at the knocks.

"I'll tell them dinner's canceled." You murmur, kissing her cheek before pulling out, the act drawing a gasp from the other. Wanda forces her body to react when you make mention of moving away, her legs hooking behind your knees while she gestures in the air with her fingers glowing red.

"They'll find their way on their own." That's what she says before pressing her mouth to yours again. You smiled into the kiss, saving a mental note to comment that you'd probably lose your job for this. But those were problems for later; right now, you were focused on your darling wife moaning on your tongue.

Your kisses descended to her collarbone, marking the skin gently as Wanda struggled to breathe. Your body soon followed the lead, and you ended up on your knees on the kitchen floor with your face between her legs, taking a moment just to admire the image of Wanda's pussy leaking your mixed cum. 

Your breathing against her was driving her crazy, she moved her hips forward, one of her hands grabbing a handful of your hair and trying to pull you in, but you fought back. Wanda meowed in protest.

"Please." It didn't sound much like begging, and you raised your eyes to her. Wanda blushed heavily at the image but tried to bait you by moving her free fingers to her own pussy, spreading the wetness before sinking a finger in. She whimpered before teasing; "Come on baby, I know you want a taste."

You bite your tongue, but you can't contain the shuddering of your body and Wanda smiles at you, a finger teasing its way in. You try not to fall for it but she mewls as she pushes her finger further inside and you curse quietly before you take action. Your hand pushes hers away, and you sink your face into her pussy before Wanda can complain; she chokes on a moan, her back arching on the counter as you eat her out in hungry determination. Your hands grip her thighs wide open and Wanda struggles to control the sounds, trying to find some ground as she clutches your hair, but all it serves for is to keep your head in place as she grinds harshly against your face.

She is almost robbed of her orgasm the next moment when there is a knock at the back door. It's she who is startled, failing in her movements towards your face, but you groan in frustration at the interruption and instead of stopping the whole thing, the vibration takes Wanda over the edge, and she has to cover her mouth with her hand to avoid the sound that escapes her as the climax washes over her.

She's still trembling on the counter when you stand up, a mess of cum running down your chin that you wipe off with the back of your hand, which Wanda watches with exhausted eyes as you lick it clean a moment later.

"I'll send her away." You mutter, evidently against your will to get off her. When Wanda mentions protesting, you offer her a wink, your hands busy hiding the toy back in your pants. " We'll carry on upstairs."

She tries to stand up on shaky legs while you answer the back door to the nosy neighbor. By now, Wanda's mind is so dizzy from a good fuck that she doesn't even care if Agnes was able to hear anything.

[cemeteryspider]

In the Wake of Destruction: Part 2

Gambit! Remy LeBeau x Mutant! Fem! Reader

Summary: After Remy's death, you stop being able to process your grief, so you create a time where you don't have to.

*Think WandaVision*

Trigger Warnings: Pregnancy, Death and Grief, Psychological Manipulation, and Emotional Distress

Word Count: 2438

A smile etched itself across your face. The door to your home opened and shut with a single click, and into the kitchen walked your dashing husband, Remy LeBeau. As if you had planned it, you took the sauté pan of shrimp off the stove and onto the table, and plucked the pot from its burner onto the table as well. The spoon levitated out of the drawer and started plating the food. Grits, then shrimp, then some lovely sauce from the pan over top of it.

Remy plucked his plate from the air and sat down at the head of the table. "This looks delicious, Chere!"

You walked up to him at his end of the table and placed a kiss on his forehead. "That's very sweet, darling. Now enjoy."

He spoke to you as you smoothed your dress and apron, sitting down at the other end of the table. "My mama is rollin' in her grave, I've never tasted grits so cheesy and tasty." He continued to pile food into his mouth, and you couldn't help but blush.

"Oh, Remy, what has gotten into you? Being so kind to me!"

He just smiled as he looked up at you. "Not a damn thing, just was wonderin' if you were up for some fun tonight, Chere," The smirk that crossed his face could only mean one thing.

"I think I would be, darling," You smiled right back at him.

~~~

The colors of the world began to bleed onto your face as your belly grew. The sounds of the world were sharper, and smiles brighter. You were ecstatic to be alive. The short dress with bell sleeves made you want to dance the day away, but you had business to attend to. The ladies of the neighborhood gathered around the pool, dipping their toes in the water, drinking beverages, and gossiping about the other women in the neighborhood.

It was one of the most exciting moments of your life when a blonde-bombshell invited you to the pool today. Though pregnant, you were excited to talk to women your own age. When you approached the gate, the blonde came up to you excitedly introducing you to her friends. Their names flew by you so quickly you barely caught any of them, but it didn't seem to matter because soon they were all gushing over your belly and the baby inside.

"Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

"Do you have names picked out yet?"

"Is the daddy cute?"

"Yeah, tell us all about him."

So you dove into their questions head first. You talked about how you would be delighted about a boy or a girl, that you had some ideas floating around in your head for names but no one would know until the baby arrived, yes your husband was cute, and you went on and on about how wonderful he was.

Pretty soon pool time ended, and all the ladies went home. Well, until the blonde invited herself over to your house, which, to be honest, you didn't mind in the slightest.

"So did you enjoy the pool?" She asked, her voice sweet as honey.

"Yes, I really did, it was nice to get out of the house and just chat with someone," You smiled as you dusted the shelves filled with pictures of you and Remy. Some of them on your wedding day, your honeymoon, a first date picture, even some of prom. You sighed as you tenderly and gently rid them of their dust.

"Why are you pretending?" The question pulled you out of your thoughts.

Your brows furrowed as you put the picture down. "I don't know what you mean by that?"

She looked at you somehow changing outfits in the blink of an eye. "I'm pretty sure you do."

The woman's outfit wasn't the billowing sundress it was a moment ago. It was a stark white jumpsuit with fur lining the collar and wrists. Your eyes narrowed and you considered this for a moment.

"Come on, Y/n, you can't keep this up forever. Just let these innocent people go. They can't fight back."

Your feet left the ground and you stared back at the woman you finally recognized as Emma Frost. "I said. I Don't. Know. What. You're. Talking. About."

With each yell, you got closer and finally with your last breath, you launched her through the wall and out of your house, out of your town, and out of your life.

Calmly you touched the ground again and Remy walked through the door, "Chere! What was that? What's going on?"

He started walking toward you but before you could answer you put your hand on your stomach and groaned, the floor becoming wet beneath you, "Remy... the baby... it's coming."

Now he was rushing over to you and helped you walk over to a chair. Then he rushed to the home phone to call your neighbor, who was a doctor.

Then in an hour, there were two beautiful babies in yours and his arms. "What are we going to name them, Chere?"

You gave him a tired smile. "I think we should name this little guy Charles Logan Lebeau and our lovely little girl Jean Marie Lebeau. After some of our most loyal and dearest friends and family."

"That's perfect. They're perfect."

~~~

"Kids come on! Let's go to the store!" You yelled from the bottom of the stairs up to Charles and Jean. They tore down the steps and rushed to put their shoes on.

"Can we go to the bookstore, mama?" Jean sweetly asked.

"No! Let's go to the arcade!" Charles yelled at his sister.

"No! Mama loves the bookstore! She and I love the bookstore!" She argued.

"I'll do all my chores when we get home!"

The two children kept yelling at you and for a moment you could hear the X-Men yelling at you from beyond the veil of your little town.

"STOP IT!" You turned to your shocked kids. "I'm so sorry. The yelling was a little too much today. How about we do both, my darlings?"

Quickly the frowns dropped from their faces, and they nodded and ran to the car. "I'll be right out! Let me just tell your father where we're going!"

"Okay, Mama!" Your kids yelled from their seats and shut the door after that.

"Sweetie! Oh there you are," you said walking into the backyard where he was weeding the flowerbeds. "The kids and I are going out. We're going to the bookstore, then the arcade, and lastly the grocery store. We'll be back okay?"

He stood up from his knees and smiled. "Sounds good, Chere. I will see you soon."

He placed a short sweet kiss on your lips then you were off to satisfy the children.

When he heard the car drive down the road and across town he threw the gloves off his hands and brushed the dirt off his pants, and he started walking. He walked toward the edge of the town, the one his wife said they had no reason to leave, no matter how much he begged and pleaded to leave and visit their friends.

The more he walked the less he saw. Sparse houses with still people standing in front of them. Some smiling, some crying, and some with fearful looks in their eyes. Yet none of them moved.

His brows scrunched and he walked toward one of them. Still, they didn't move until he was close enough to hear the voice behind the smile, literally.

"Please help us." The voice kept repeating behind the everlasting smile.

Remy took a step back and started running toward the edge which started to lose the vibrant color he never noticed in the town until the absence of it was apparent. He walked toward the edge and touched the wall that separates him from the outside world. He pushed against it but he felt it strain against him.

As he did he could see some people behind the wall. Charles, the professor sitting in a wheelchair. Kurt Wagner, who upon seeing him, teleported himself inside the walls of Remy's confinement.

Tentatively Kurt started to walk up to him, "Remy? Is that you?"

The crease in Remy's brow furrowed. "Course it is furball, what's goin' on?"

"I do not know how to tell you, but you are not real. You cannot leave because you are an illusion created by our dear Y/n."

Remy's heart started to quicken. "How can that be? No, we have children together. We got married. This is our life..."

"When did you get married to her? Where was the honeymoon? Und why can't you remember?" With each question a pain worsened behind Remy's eyes.

"I-I don't... I don't understand. But I'm here right now," Remy looked down at his hands which seemed to be non-existent. He turned over his hands, but they weren't there. He started to walk back towards the center of town, and slowly they reappeared.

"I am sorry to have to break this to you, mein Freund. However, it is odd to speak to you after the eulogy at your funeral," Kurt's mouth formed an O shape, "I misspeak... I-I meant-"

"I died. This is how she is mourning me," Remy's head landed in his hands. "I'm dead, and she imagined the life we always wanted in reality."

"Es tut mir leid, mein Freund. But we have to stop her, and help free these people. You see they are trapped in her illusion against their will. Please will you help, the last person we sent in was how do you say, seen out of the establishment," He vaguely remembered the day the twins were born... created and the large hole in the wall of the living room that was closed the next day.

"I will help you. Give me until the end of the day," Remy stared at the ground and Kurt put a hand on his shoulder.

"Danke und goodbye, mein Freund," Kurt teleports out into the world beyond the town and beyond your reach.

He started walking back to the house where he spent the best days of his life with you. Well, he supposes all of the memories made by him.

~~~

A cold wave of dread washed over you as you left the grocery store and saw your husband waiting by the car.

"Daddy!" Your children yelled and ran to him. He opened his arms and gave them each a tight hug.

"Why don't you go to the playground across the street. Your mom and I need to... talk," They gave him and you a quick wave and ran to the playground equipment.

"Hey, darling, I didn't expect to see you here," You could feel your palms start to sweat, "Could you help me put the groceries in the car?"

"Y/n... what have you done?" He whispered in your ear as he pulled you close.

A breathy chuckle left your throat. "I don't know-"

"Chere, please don't lie to me. You need to set things right. These people are innocent."

Your brows furrowed and you looked into his eyes. "They're fine. They're living their lives in this new reality. I'm sure of it."

You could feel your grip loosening, and someone was walking up to you seemingly in a trance, "Please let us go. We see your nightmares when we sleep and when we are awake. Please, I have a family and they haven't moved in days."

You started to collapse to the ground, but Remy held you until you were both on the ground. You didn't notice the tears running down your face until he started wiping them away.

"You have to let me go," He said, looking into your eyes.

"Okay, but just one more night, and then I'll let you go," He seemed to consider this for a moment and looked across the street to the kids that were playing together, but alone.

"Let's go home, Chere," He helped you up off the ground and the people around you started to walk off into the distance. People you had never seen but felt in the bounds of the town. You gathered your family in the car and went home just as the sun was setting over your personal paradise.

You led the kids upstairs and to their bedroom where you helped them into their pajamas and tucked them into bed. You went to give Charles a kiss. "Mom, I'm too old for that."

You gave him a sad smile and brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead. "Okay, sweetie."

You went over to the other bed and leaned over to give Jean a kiss.

"What's happening, Mama?" She asked you with a pinch of fear in her tone.

"Charlie... Jeanie... I love you so much. No matter how far apart we are or will be I love you more than the world itself," You swept a stray tear from your face and got up.

"Wait, Mama. I think I need a kiss," Charles said quietly, and you understood that he was saying it partially for himself but mostly for your sake.

You walked over and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, kids. Sweet dreams."

As you approached the door you turned back to see two empty twin-sized beds. You continued to cry as you made your way to your and Remy's room. He was waiting on the bed looking out the window into the slowly disappearing town around you.

"Hey," You said, sitting down and looking at him.

"Chere, I love you, and I'm sorry we never got a true goodbye while I was alive," He pulled you into his side and you rested your head on his shoulder.

"I love you too. For our last night together, will you just hold me."

He looked at you and laid down. "Anything you want, Chere."

You laid down with him and he pulled you into his arms. You could feel his hands calmly stroke your hair and tuck you close. A shine blurred your vision and you closed your eyes allowing yourself to take in all of your soulmate. The smell of his favorite cologne, the feel of his skin under your fingertips, and his soft breathing. You felt your breathing slow and without your permission, your body fell asleep.

~~~

When you woke up in the morning you were laying on a familiar gurney in the basement of the mansion with the professor sitting in his chair next to the bed.

"Ah, you're awake. We have much to discuss."

[lesbianloml]

the beginning

my babysitter au

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), perverted men, mentions of sex, this is just where they meet so nothing big

summary: when wanda hires a new babysitter, she is shocked to find that there are some things she doesn't know about her town. the biggest shock is you, you are immune to wanda's powers. an even bigger shock comes when wanda finds out you have powers of your own.

a/n: this series is going to be LOOSLY based on my wandavision dr. if anyone has anything they would like to see or something, let me know. and if anyone wants to talk about shifting, hit me up. i kinda imagined reader as a soft and quiet girl. also, you're kinda a whore. and you love to read and bake. in this series, wanda doesn't really do a tv show or different eras, it's all just normal. but the agents and stuff outside the hex have a big part. reader works at the local café that she owns and spends most of her free time in the library. anyways, enjoy part one!

1.8k words

(not my pics)

(pretend she had billy and tommy before the hex)

"what's the name for your order?" you asked, a little annoyed. you loved your job, but the older man standing in front of you made you want to throw your apron down and quit. "cohen, babe. don't forget next time" cohen shoots you a wink. you hold back a gag as you try to smile politely, writing the name on the side of the cup and turning your back to begin making the drink. grabbing a bag from behind you, you set the cinnamon pastry you made a few hours prior into a container and set it in the bag. as quick as you can, you mix up his drink and slap a lid on it while rolling up the top of the bag, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. "here you go" you say, spinning around and handing the bag and the drink to him. he gives you a look and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you tap the counter three times swiftly. your work best friend, sophie comes around from the back. "hey babe! is he causing you trouble?" cohen glares harshly at sophie, but one thing you love about her is the way she doesn't back down. sophie gives him a look that immediately has cohen scurrying out the door, tail between his legs. "thanks soph" "anytime love. we get off in fifteen, where you going tonight? your apartment or your mom's house?" you look around to see an empty café, emptier than usual. usually, the shop is packed full of starved or thirsty customers. but it's dark outside, and who would come get caffeine and food at 9:45 at night?

"I'll just stop by the library real quick before it closes and then head home and watch a movie or something." you say, smiling as you think about the old library downtown. it was your favorite place to be whenever you had free time or just needed some quiet. you turn and stacked some more cups and filled up the napkin container while waiting for your shift to end or another customer to walk in. you hear soph come out from the back room, where she was restocking supplies. "hey girl, can i ask a favor?" "yeah i'll stay and lock up so you can go fuck shawn" you say with a smirk and a giggle. sophie gasps dramatically. "how'd you know what i was gonna ask?" "because you ask me at least once a week. and the fact that you're a year older than me and supposed to be more mature makes it even funnier" "thank you! i'll see you tomorrow. don't forget, on sunday night we're baking treats for the elementary school bake sale on monday." "got it. i love you. see you sunday. enjoy shawn!" you sing as sophie laughs. "i will. love you too." "today is friday so on sunday, i need to be here by 5:00am so i can set up the tables and stuff to be ready to open at 6:00am. then i'll work until 10:00pm, close up, and help sophie bake some treats for monday's bake sale at the elementary school" you plan your day tomorrow in your head. glancing at the clock, you see it reads 9:55pm. 5 more minutes until you can lock up and leave. you work on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday from 5:00am to 10:30pm. you usually open at 6:00am and close at 10:00pm 4/7 days a week. you love your job but hate the hours. your job at the coffee shop payed extremely well, so no matter how much you hated waking up before the sun, you weren't going to quit. you grab a rag and wipe the counters down. 3 minutes until you lock up and leave.

you spin around when you hear the little bell above the shop door ding, signaling someone came in. you almost drop the damp rag you're holding when you see her, a women, maybe in her early thirties. she had beautiful red hair and striking green eyes. her clothes were casual and relaxed, but you were sure she was some sort of powerful figure from the way she walked and held herself. you had never seen her in westview before, you were sure you'd remember her, and you'd lived in westview since you were eighteen, so three years now. you shake your head before walking around the counter to greet the women. she's even prettier up close. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up." you tell the women with a smile. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" before the women starts apologizing, you cut her off. "oh no, it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" "just a coffee and a piece of apple pie, please" you nod and turn to make her order. you don't ask her name, too shy to do so. it's a good thing that this women isn't. "i'm wanda." "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" you ask, sliding her drink and bag with the pie in the container to her over the counter. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" wanda's face lights up when she talks about them. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart." you wonder what that's supposed to mean as wanda smiles at you before paying and exiting the café, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.

wanda turns the wheel to the left, not really knowing what she's looking for, but knows she's looking for something. wanda reminds herself that she needs to head back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow when she and her boys were going to move into their new home. ever since vision kicked them out, they've been staying in a hotel but then wanda remembered the house that she owned in westview. the perfect place for her and her boys to start over. as wanda is thinking, her head droops and stomach grumbles. she hasn't drank or eaten anything all day. wanda continues driving around the streets, looking for a restaurant or something that she could get a bite to eat at. wanda slows the car when she sees a little café on the corner, letting out a sigh of relief as she sees movement and light from inside. she wouldn't have made it the forty five minutes back to the hotel without eating something. she quickly climbs out of her car and enters the café, not really paying attention to who's there with her. wanda just wants to get back as soon as she can. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up" wanda almost falls over at the sound of the other female's voice. it was so relaxing and quiet. so beautiful. she glances up to look and sees you. wanda swears she stops breathing for a moment. you were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. with the prettiest smile, even at the disturbance, and the softest voice, wanda swore she just met an angel. you had to be an angel. you're smiling. at her. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" "oh no. it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" you were so sweet, so kind. "just a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please" wanda smirks to herself when she sees the tint of blush on your cheeks. you were so cute, too shy to talk to her or ask her name. "i'm wanda" "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" wanda watches you slide the bag and coffee across the counter towards her. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" wanda states. "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" she smiles at the thought of her boys. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart."

as wanda clambers into her car to begin the drive home, she thinks about the girl at the counter. "y/n" wanda thinks to herself, smiling at the name. she thinks it suits you. and as wanda is turning onto the freeway, she thinks to herself, "that girl will be mine"

as you lock up the café and slide into your car, you think about the women you saw. she was very pretty, and you hope that her and her kids move in ok. as you turn you car on and pull out of the parking lot, you rest your hands on the wheel as you begin driving home. your mind is pleasantly empty on the drive back to your apartment.

the first time wanda ever met you, wanda thought about you the entire drive back to the hotel. you were the most angelic person she'd ever met, and she was enchanted by you. the first time that you met wanda, you thought about her once before driving home. she was just another customer to you. but little did you know, you were becoming so much more to her.

little do you know, this is just the beginning

[onbearfeet]

So tonight something kind of hilarious happened.

My bff (blonde, cishet, married with 2 little kids, pillar of her church) and I (brunette, queer, raised in an evangelical cult but definitely something else now) were supposed to go on a spooky flashlight tour of a local historic cemetery tonight. But thanks to a series of incredibly shitty events, we didn't make our tour time, and bff ended up needing help to take her kids to a trunk or treat event instead.

Thing is, I had dressed for a hike among the headstones and a rare girls' night with the bestie. I was wearing mostly black (skater dress/leggings/boots) with the most spooky-adjacent accessories I had on hand (silver rings, rough amethyst pendant on a black cord, purple shimmer nail polish, purple hooded cape). I had done elaborate-for-me makeup, including pretty dark lipstick and smoky shimmery eyeshadow. My aesthetic for the evening was "witchy and queer, but comfortable to walk a long way in".

Trunk or treat was in the parking lot of bff's church.

So I got to stroll from SUV to SUV, past signs saying things like "Let's Taco Bout Jesus", herding a little girl dressed as Elsa from Frozen and a little boy dressed as a Ghostbuster, while bff pushed the stroller containing her baby (dressed as Charlie Brown) behind us. All while every adult we saw visibly recognized the kids, blinked at the sight of me, refocused on bff and her baby, then came back to me with a distinct air of "What the fudgesicles is going on here?"

I was more or less the walking embodiment of the Satanic Panic's boogeyman, shepherding two adorable children around the church festival while dressed like I sacrificed cats. I fully expected someone to suggest an exorcism. I was constantly teetering on the brink of a flashback to that time in college when someone tried to burn me for heresy.

And every time someone overcame their church manners to ask bff if everything was okay and whether she'd adopted a demon recently, she breezily replied, "Oh, this is my best friend Kat, we've known each other more than half our lives. She's dressed as Agatha Harkness, you know, from that new show on Disney Plus?"

(Aside from color palette and hair color, I didn't look ANYTHING like Agatha.)

And to a ONE, these people started singing "Agatha All Along" at me. The song from WandaVision.

They very obviously hadn't seen Agatha All Along, but were totally willing to accept me if I came with a catchy musical number.

Anyway, uh, thank you, Agatha All Along, for being mainstream enough that the religious-taco-pun crowd have heard of you and therefore decided I'm harmless by association.

[mackiebeth]

“i don't care,

i’d rather tell the truth (truth),

than make it worse for you, mm (you).

if the sun refused to shine,

baby, would I still be your lover?

would you want me there?

if the moon went dark tonight,

and if it all ended tomorrow,

would I be the one on your mind, your mind, your mind?”

intro (end of the world) by ariana grande

[this part of the song is def wanda maximoff core, esp during wandavision. no, i won’t be taking questions at this time.]

[supernova101]

Episode 8 and 9 spoilers of Agatha All Along!

God tonight’s final episodes of Agatha all along were something. First we finally got the agathario kiss that Marvel promised us, which thank god. Even though it was a kiss of death literally, it was still great to see lesbians kiss. Especially since it’s still overall owned by Disney and yes they are getting a tiny bit better, but damnnn. I really like the way they shaped Agatha and Rio’s relationship in regards to Nicholas Scratch. It made it show more why she is the way she is. That the main reason she kills people is to help get bodies for Rio.

That makes a lot more sense now why she has never learned how to stop taking peoples power. Since she never had a reason to learn and therefore she truly didn’t know how to save Alice in episode 5. At first she took the power since her mother and coven literally wanted her dead (it was more of a defense mechanism at that point). Then she took it to help extend the life of her son with Rio (Lady Death). After that it was just an agreement to get Rio to not want to kill her and spare herself. Hence the whole scam of the ballad of the witches road.

Speaking of the witches road I’m surprised that song spread so fast among the witches. Considering it seems the first time people hear it is when Nicholas is singing it at that restaurant. Then all of a sudden witches hear about it and that they get what they most desire. Which in terms just let Agatha get bodies and get power for herself. Hence the quote in episode 4 “It’s the way it’s always been, you get your power, and I get my bodies”. It makes a lot more sense now why Agatha is said to be the only one who survived the road. Since she killed everyone else on the road by making them attack her. Which she almost did to Lilia, Jenn, Alice, and Mrs. Davis. Yet the mysterious road appeared.

Which in turn makes sense why she was so confused on when the actual road appeared. Since she knew it was always a scam. Also with Billy (William) leading everyone into it while running away from the Salem seven. All of you who theorized it was Billy’s hex were correct. He just didn’t entirely control it I don’t think since how would he know about everyone’s nightmares for the first trial and how would he have controlled the curse in the second.

My question then is, if Agatha killed all the people on the witches road. What relation did she have to Alice’s mom? We find out that Alice accidentally killed her mom due to a fire (iirc) while on tour. Also we know that Jen became unbounded thanks to Billy. When she found out it was Agatha who did it to her to make a quick buck.

Overall I just thought it was a really good show even though (spoiler: I’ve never seen wandavision, though I plan to watch it next). I ended up watching a recap video before watching this show I found on youtube.

[nicestgirlonline]

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Welcome To Westview -Bucky Barnes x Reader

This one takes place during WandaVision, reader is a Shield Agent who was good friends with Wanda and is Bucky’s ex-girlfriend. She ends up getting sucked into the Wanda’s sitcom world and Bucky follows after her!

Here's a snippet of it under the break for anyone interested! It is unedited just FYI:

Wanda paced back and forth in the living room. For some reason it was hard for her to focus on Y/N, she had no idea how Bucky had managed to enter the mix but one thing was for sure, he had to stay far far away from Y/N and her family. 

“What is it my dearest?” Vision asked as he floated down the stairs to his worried wife. 

“Nothing my darling! Y/N was supposed to come by tonight and she’s running a bit late.”

“Hm, that's a bit unlike her. She normally shows up right when you want her.” As he said that there was an excited knock on the door. “See? I bet that’s her now!” 

Wanda hurried to the open door, to her horror it was Y/N--- with Bucky. He smiled at them with a wave. Y/N had a men's jacket draped over her shoulders. 

“Hi Wanda! This is James, he’s new to the neighborhood. I hope you don’t mind that I invited him over tonight. We finally have enough for charades!” 

“Nice to meet you neighbors, don’t mean to impose. Y/N was dropping some cookies off as a welcome and we got along just so fast! She insisted I meet the most interesting couple on the block.” He said he put an arm around Y/N when he said her name and she leaned in close to him, both of them excited and content. 

“No.” Wanda said, her accent suddenly reappearing. 

“See? I bet that’s her now!” Vision said as Wanda hurried to the door. She opened it to see Y/N alone, standing with a plate of cookies in hand, smiling. 

“Oh I’m so glad to see you.” Wanda pulled her into a hug, making Summer have to maneuver the cookies out of the way. 

“Whoa whoa I’m glad to see you too!” She laughed coming inside to place the cookies down on the table.  “I baked some cookies to bring over to the new neighbor but then I decided to give them to my best friends instead!” 

[hazelhearts]

We'll Be Alright

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

summary: love takes time, especially when the person you love hurts you in the worst way possible

content/warnings: suicidal thoughts, depressive thoughts, miscommunication trope, wandavision, heartbreak

note/request: ahh my first wanda fic! it's been a long time coming. i put so much of myself into this one so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. warning, it hurts bad.

word count: 2.1k words

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Staying behind on missions had been a pretty normal thing for you over the past couple of weeks. You could listen to the dumb reasons Tony talked about for hours and hours every day, but the simpler thought is that he's an ass.

Usually Wanda would insist on staying back with you, but she didn't say a word this time. You assumed it was because of Vision. Things have gotten pretty tense between them the past couple of days, and sadly it wasn't the bad kind of tense.

Anyone with eyes could see that Wanda was gorgeous. But beyond that she was kind, compassionate, independent, and knew what she wanted. Not many people could say that these days. Especially not the clump of metal that's been trying to win her over.

Loving Wanda was honestly one of the worst things you could have ever done for yourself. She's been an emotional rock since Pietro, barely letting anyone in. You had only recently broken down some of the barriers, able to convince her to hang out with you. Most of the time it was just sitting silently in each others presence, but that was enough for you.

As the thoughts continued to run through your head, your phone suddenly rang. It took a couple of rings to really gain your attention, but the caller ID made you pick up so fast that it didn't really matter.

"Wanda?"

"Hey Y/N, um Tony wanted me to tell you to make sure that you washed the dishes. Something about how you kept skipping your assigned days?" The joy of talking to Wanda was always dulled by the mention of stick up his ass Stark. Sure you'd skipped a couple of days, but Thor loved doing them! He said that they didn't have to do it in Asgard and that it was one of his favorite mortal pastimes.

"Yeah, tell the asshole that they'll be done. But not because he wants me to, because I wanna eat dinner at some point tonight and the man doesn't touch a dirty dish." Wanda's laugh made the annoying remark worth it, the image of her smile making you grin like an idiot.

"Okay well that's all. See you later." She hung up before you could get out another word. Damn, so much for trying to be smooth Y/N.

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The team returned about two hours later, minimal injuries across the board. Wanda seemed to be the worse off. If you looked really closely, you could see a slight limp.

"Wanda-"

"C'mon, let's patch you up." If you weren't in front of the entire team, you'd crush that tin man into a cube and ship him to the nearest manufacturing facility.

Wanda and Vision walked into her room, practically staring into each other's souls. You were disgusted by the pda, that's all. Right?

"Stark, what's on the menu tonight?" Steve received a glare that was probably supposed to be intimidating but ended up making him look constipated.

"Whatever I put on the table. Now scram, or no one gets fed." You had never seen so many full-grown adults run out of a room at the same time.

You stopped in front of Wanda's room hoping the asshole of a robot was gone. For once, your wish was granted.

"Wands?" You lightly knocked on the door frame to keep from startling her. She nodded her head at you, as distant as ever.

"Wanna watch a movie? I picked out a few I thought you'd like." You knew there was too much hope in your voice but you couldn't help it. Since the titanium twat waffle showed up, you barely ever had a moment alone with Wanda.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Vision and I were actually going to do something tonight. Maybe some other time?" You forced the smile to stay on your face, refusing to show her any negative emotions.

"Oh yeah, sure. Another time." You walked out without another word, debating on asking Tony to deactivate the thorn in your side before you did it yourself.

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You began to feel immune to the passing of days as you and Wands drifted further and further apart. Every second she wasn't on a mission was spent with Vision. Your heart broke more every day, if that was even possible.

The rest of the team had started to notice your absence. Even when you were with them physically, you were somewhere else. They knew that asking Wanda to read your mind was out of the question. You had clarified that the first time the idea was spoken. Since then, they've all worried in silence. Even shithead Stark was starting to worry about you.

The team (minus you, Wanda, and Vision) got together and put it to a vote. Who would be the one to check on you? None of them really wanted to since emotions were not their strong suit, but it had to be done. The vote ended in a tie between Nat and Steve. Steve, being the only one brave enough to actually do it, knocked on your door a few minutes later.

"Y/N? It's Steve. Can I come in?" No response.

"Y/N, give me some sign that you're alive." Nothing, yet again.

"Alright, I'm coming in." Steve opened the door and there you were, staring out the window.

There were dark bags under your eyes, dried tears splattered across your face, and a haze over your eyes that Steve hadn't ever seen before. Your clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks, as they probably hadn't. Your room was surprisingly clean, seeming as if no one had lived in it for quite a long time. It was true, since what you were doing wasn't really living.

"Y/N..." He knelt down next to the chair you were in, looking out the window. He knew you probably didn't want to talk, but you had to. No one had heard a single word come out of your mouth in months. Not even Wanda.

"Y/N/N, talk to me kid. I'm worried, Nat's worried, we're all worried. You haven't said a word in months, you barely eat, and you barely ever leave this room. I need you to talk to me." Your head turned towards Steve, absent look still present behind your eyes.

"Do you ever feel like the universe is plotting against you? Like, every time you find happiness, it comes in and squashes it?" Your voice was completely monotone apart from the scratch that showed just how unused it was.

"Kid, I should have been dead ages ago. I lost the woman I loved, the life I was living, and my best friend in what felt like a month to me. So yeah, I understand." Your head turned back to the window, but your eyes slowly focused more on the area around you.

"I'm just tired, Steve. I'm so damn tired. I'm tired of hurting, I'm tired of thinking, and honestly I think I'm even tired of living. Everything hurts." Steve's hand came up to rub your back, giving you the slightest bit of comfort.

"Well, let's wake you up. I know that there's no automatic remedy, but we can try can't we? How about you start with a nice shower, brushing your teeth, and changing out of these nasty clothes?" Your hand found Steve's on the armrest of the chair, giving it a light squeeze.

"Are you saying I stink Rogers?" You both let out a laugh, his much stronger than yours, but still a laugh. The first laugh you'd had in months. It felt good.

"God yes. You smell like a sewer. Now, go." Steve laughed as he left the room, and you got out of the chair.

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"Y/N/N! We missed you!" Thor practically ran to you and scooped you up into a hug, cutting off all of your oxygen.

"Can't- breathe. Thor, o-oxygen!"

"Shit! Sorry tiny." He finally let you go, your face slowly gaining back color. You smiled, really smiled.

"I might be tiny but that doesn't mean I can't beat the shit out of you blondie!" Everyone laughed, happy to have a bit of the old Y/N back, no matter how little.

"I made breakfast!" Tony came around in his signature Kiss the Cook apron, a huge plate on pancakes holding on for dear life.

"God, you read my mind." You and the rest of the team rushed to the table, excited as ever to scarf down every bit of food within reach.

One thing you did happen to notice was Wanda. She sat next to you, as far away from Vision as possible. You dismissed it, trying not to get your hopes up as it didn't work out well at all last time.

You practically inhaled the food, finishing three plates in record time. You even beat Thor's personal record, pissing him off more than ever.

You saw Wanda approach you out of the corner of your eye, keeping your head facing down towards the sink. You were sure that these dishes had never been as thoroughly scrubbed as they were right then.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" You risked looking up at her, seeing only sadness behind those beautiful emerald eyes you loved. The sight made you want to throw up.

"Yeah sure, we can go to my room." You put the final dish away, leading Wanda towards your room and shutting the door behind you.

"Okay, what's up?" Before you could even fully turn around, Wanda collapsed into your arms. You grabbed onto her as tightly as you could, holding her as close to you as you could manage.

"I missed you. God, I missed you so much. I read your thoughts, I know you asked me not to, but I had to! You were never around and I was worried! I saw everything, everything about me." You were definitely going to puke.

"Oh god Wanda. You were never supposed to see that." You averted your eyes, unable to look at the woman you loved. You couldn't face her rejection when you were just starting to pick yourself back up.

"Y/N, look at me, please." She put her finger under your chin, raising your head enough to look into her eyes.

"I love you, I should have said it sooner. I just- I thought you could never feel the same way. You were always so fun and amazing, I never thought you'd want me. So, I went to Vision, trying to get over you. But it didn't work! I can't stop thinking about you, and I think you can't stop thinking about me either." The words you always wanted to hear were finally spoken to you, and all you felt was dread.

"Wanda, of course I still think about you. I can't help it. But I'm not in the place for a relationship right now. I just started trying to get myself back together. I just started recovering from the first time you broke me. I can't put myself through that again yet. No matter how much I love you, I need to love me for a while." Wanda slowly nodded her head, averting her eyes this time.

"It's not a no, it's a give me time. I don't wanna make you wait, but I can't do it. I love you Wanda, so much, and knowing you feel the same way about me? I'm over the moon. But I need time, time to gather all these thoughts I'm having and pull myself together." You grabbed Wanda's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I understand. I'm happy you're taking care of yourself." She smiled at you. You could tell it was forced, but you appreciated the effort.

"Do you think we can be friends, y'know, until you're ready?" You smiled right back at Wanda, yours much more sincere than hers.

"I would want nothing more. But, I do have one request."

"What might that be?" Wanda smirked, making you even more confident in what you were about to do.

"This." You kissed her. You poured every bit of love and care you had for her into the kiss, expressing all the words you couldn't say with the movements of your tongue and lips. Wanda kissed back just as passionately, love nearly drowning you.

You both knew that it would take time. You needed to heal, and Wanda did too. You'd both been through a lot, emotionally and mentally. But, until you got your happy ending, you could have her by your side supporting you in the same way she used to. That would be enough, for now.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Number

Media Death of a Superhero

Character Donald

Couple Donald X Reader

Rating Sweet

I sat on the desk watching him, Donald sat drawing in his notebook. We were meant to be discussing the topic for the lesson while the teacher popped out for something, we knew she'd be gone until five minuets before the bell so of course, no one actually was everyone was busy talking about their own business but of course, Donald and I shared a table so not much conversation was really flowing. 

He didn't care.

Honestly neither did I.

But I didn't want to just sit in silence.

"So... What are you doing?" I asked leaning on my elbow,

"Drawing," he answered not even picking his head up, 

"Uhh... okay.... what are you drawing?"

"Comic."

"What's the comic about?"

"Superhumans."

"Like superheroes?"

"No." he shot me down looking up at me, "Superhumans."

"Okay... sorry," I answered as the silence returned, "So... like Xmen mutants kinda superhumans?"

"No,"

"Like... Avengers superhumans?"

"No."

"So like what then?"

"Like...." he sighed, "Like superhumans based on their environmental elements, not mutants, not gods, not aliens, not cyborgs, But manipulated humans based on their environmental tragedies." 

"... Like Batman villains?" 

"What?"

"Like Batman villains,"

"How like Batman villains?" he glared, 

"You know, Mr freeze has to freeze his beloved wife to keep her from dying, but it goes wrong and now he has to keep his body in a suit in order to make sure he is kept at a low temperature, and only does the crimes to fund research into his wife cure," I explain, "Or like poison ivy who in her attempts to look into the ancient plant life and ends up getting poisoned but it goes wrong so her DNA becomes mixed with the plants turning her into a sexy eco-terrorist," I explained "Or even babydoll... aww babydoll is so sad with a condition that makes her appear young when she is actually really old and her show gets cancelled so she goes out for revenge on the old cast and crew members for taking away her only purpose in life," I explained, "Like that Donald?"

"... Yes, like Batman villains," he nodded before returning his eyes to his book, "I uhh... I didn't know you liked comics," he glanced up at me,

"Kinda hard to avoid them," I shrug,

"Yeah but... most girls aren't into that kinda stuff." he said "Or they like the Avengers for Captain America's butt, thors Abbs and sexy Loki," 

"I mean... I wouldn't say no to a sexy Loki," I laughed, "But I get your point it becomes some mainstream people just kinda like the generic stuff,"

"So you don't then?"

"Well... I admit I did see Morbius half for the meme and half for Matt Smith,"

"I think everyone saw it for the meme," he laughed, "But like you didn't see Guardians just for Chris Pratt?" 

"No, mostly for the soundtrack,"

"It is a great soundtrack," he chuckled, "Any other stuff?"

"Well... Wandavision is an amazing visualization of grief," 

"It really is," he nodded, "Would uhh... would you wanna come to the comic book store with me sometime?"

"I'd like that," I nodded,

"Great... I uhhh... I'm not busy tonight? We can walk there together after class and then I could walk you home?"

"I'd like that," I smiled, "but I've got my mum picking me up today we have to go visit family,"

"Ohh," he nodded, but I could see the disappointment on his face, 

"But I'm not busy tomorrow," I shurg, "Here," I smiled taking his pen and his hand and I wrote my number across his hand with a little heart, "Texted me and I'll meet you there, maybe we can go out for ice cream after?"

"I uhhh I'd really like that," he nodded, 

[olsenmyolsen]

This Isn't A Joke

Part 31 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~6.2K

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Y/N POV

Saturday, July 31st, 2021

I fiddle with the ring on my finger and only have one person going through my mind.

"Y/N, you ready?"

I have all three members of Milo Greene standing in front of me. Robbie noticing my state puts an arm around me and starts calming me down.

While I appreciate it.

I wish Liz was here right now.

Since the date, it's been nothing but wonderful between us. A few days after that night, she had to fly back to New York for the twins' birthday and for her Hot One's interview, which coincidentally was filmed on my birthday, June 14th. So yes, along with that, my birthday came and went. I'm 25 now. She wanted me to come with her but I wasn't ready to go back to NY.

Oh! Liz did indeed get nominated for an Emmy for WandaVision! She was actually at her old house in the garden when the news broke!

Let's see... Liz and I were texting and calling every day. We even hung out and went on a few more dates. And aside from the make-outs, kisses, and sleepovers, nothing else has happened. In fact, I think I'm ready to do it. To tell her those specific words. To take that next step with her in whatever we are.

I promise her.

But right now, she isn't here, and I haven't talked to her in a couple of days. This isn't a joke.

She thinks I skipped town again, and according to Aubrey, she's scarier and hurt more than Wanda, which after catching up with the MCU, makes me feel worse than I already am. But tonight, I'll see her again.

Tonight she, along with everyone important to us, is here.

Because tonight Milo Greene is holding a reunion show at a small venue here in LA. What everyone but Liz knows is that I will also be performing.

Before you ask, I'll tell you. Since Robbie and I started working together, we've talked about doing something small together, but once Marlana got a hold of me, she convinced the guys to celebrate Robbie's sobriety and my own success with a show. So with two months of planning and money out of our own pockets tonight, everyone in attendance will be experiencing - INSIDE: A Life Performance

"You good?"

I look up to my bearded friend. Since when did we get this room? The green room? I look around before finding my eyes on Robbie again. I nod as he asks me the same question again. "I'm good. Just-" "Nervous?" "Scared.. About it all."

Robbie sniffs his nose and sits down next to me. "I get it. But after the night is done, you'll have given it your all. That's what's important." I nod along. "You're not doing it alone either. I'll be there." He nudges me and laughs. "Until you get rid of me at the end of the night." I laugh and shove Robbie. "Oh please, you're harder to get rid of than you think."

I lean into Robbie. "Thank you again." Robbie laughs before standing up. "Thank you, Y/N. Now let's kill it, huh?"

Here we go.

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Friday, June 5th, 2021

Y/N POV

It's now 5 pm on Friday. It's been two days since working with Robbie, and I've just been relaxing and enjoying my days. I explored LA a little bit. Kept up on my running and have just been waiting for tonight.

Liz didn't give me a dress code, but I decided to dress comfortably.

I felt my phone buzz in my hand and looked down.

Aubrey 🔪

She just left Be sure to practice safe sex 😉

Jesus Christ.

Liz POV

I'm stopped at another red light again. And it's late afternoon in Los Angeles, so of course, there's traffic. I'd be so annoyed if I weren't so nervous.

It's the first time Y/N and I are going to be alone since New York. And it's the first time I'm seeing her since the airport.

The very same day where I told her that I still loved her.

And if that wasn't enough. She actually doesn't hate me. She wants to see me. She still wants to be with me. She wants us to work. Maybe not right away but in the future. So yeah, my nerves are on one right now.

I want tonight to be perfect.

I glance at my phone as I arrive closer to my destination. I'm still a couple of minutes out. I rhythmically dance my fingers along the steering wheel as I try my best to focus on the pop song playing through my radio. 

After turning a handful of more times and entering a condo complex, I see that I'm 500 feet away. I begin to breathe in and out as I look for Y/N.

And then I see her.

Standing on the curb, rocking back and forth on her feet. Phone in one hand while the other picks at her skin. As I slow the car down in front of her, I take in... Well her. And thanks to the summer sun still shining, I can. She has her beautiful hair down. She's wearing a long sleeve oversized cream-colored button-up tucked into her high-waisted blue jeans. And, of course, she's wearing her classic Vans. With a quick look, I see a couple of undone buttons, clearly showing me that she's wearing a necklace I've never seen her wear. Hmm.

Regardless she's stunning, and hopefully, sometime soon, I can call her mine again. I would've kept gawking at her, but I'm broken out of my gaze thanks to my phone.

"Is this you?"

I look to my right to see Y/N on her phone. I smile before opening my car door.

Here we go.

Y/N POV

I fiddle with the pendant hanging down my neck. It's one of the only things I can do right now to stop my hands from shaking.

I eventually do let go and guide my hands to my phone. Opening and closing my text messages with Liz again. God. Is this right? Don't get me wrong, I'm excited for tonight, but I'm scared and beyond nervous. I'm anxious for every reason you can think of, but I'm scared because... I don't want to let my love be known all for it not to work out.

I shake my head and let my feet rock me while my hands work themselves down in front of me. One hand gripping my phone, the other picking at the top of my hand.

My eyes become focused as the sound of a car starts slowing down in front of me. The windows are blacked out, so I don't know if it's my L- Liz. Just Liz. The car stops and sits idle. Okay... I pick up my phone and send a text to Liz, hoping that this is her and not a murderer.

"Is this you?"

I send the text and wait. I see three dots pop up before I hear the sound of the car door opening and closing. I look up; instead of the eyes of a murderer, it's those green eyes of the woman, I fell hard for.

Elizabeth Olsen.

Liz.

"It's me!" She says as she runs around the side of her Prius. I put my phone in my pocket, knowing I'm safe, and step off the curb as the green eyes woman runs up to me. She looks lovely. Going down from her brunette hair, I see her lips are painted with a dark red. Scarlet maybe? Hmm. As my eyes move down, I see a bright summer dress that naturally curves and flows down her body. It's look expensive and soft. Knowing her and her sisters, it could be from the thrift store or a place I've never heard of. As I gaze down her, she's wearing white flats, almost in contrast to my black Vans. Aside from that, she's wearing a smile.

Too cheesy?

Before I know it, her arms are wrapped around me, pulling me into a hug. I let my nerves exit through my nose as I breathe in, Liz. How does she smell so wonderful all the time? It's heavenly.

She's heavenly.

"Sorry, I should've asked or-" I shake my head at her. "Hey." Liz looks up at me. I can see through her eyes that, like me, she has doubts and fears about tonight. "It's okay." Liz's face goes soft. "Liz. Let's just get this out of the way now." I take a second. "I feel safe in speaking for the two of us when I say that we're both excited and anxious for what tonight means for us. But I say we let those thoughts go and just enjoy ourselves. Let's get lost and think of this as a soft reboot for us. And.."

I watch the smile slowly morph onto the brunette's face, which makes what I'm about to say difficult. "And. I don't want tonight to be mistaken for be being ready. I'm not." There goes her smile. "But tonight will help." I know what giving her a little reassurance will mean. Whether I just lied or not will remain to be seen. "Okay?" I ask due to the Liz's now being unreadable. "It's still a date," I say with a smile.

Liz POV

I know she's not ready.

Does she think that I think she's ready? Oh, God. Does she think I'm pressuring her? Am I? Fuck what was I thinking? I want to leave and cancel everything I had planned. Shit. The more I think about the plans for tonight, maybe I was thinking she's ready. I do want her back. I do. I do.

"It's still a date."

Those words pull me from my mind. "What?" I ask, making sure I heard Y/N right. She just looks at me and smiles. "It's still a date. Tonight you and I. I want us to have fun with whatever you have planned."

How did she know?

A wave of relief washed over me as Y/N moves closer to me before brushes her fingers through my hair. Stopping to move some loose strands. But her face looks like she is struggling now. I furrow my brows as she looks to me. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I just wanted you to know, and I thought by telling you it would make things easier tonight. Trust me, Liz; I do want to be with you. It's just I know I'm not-"

I stop her ramblings by jumping up and placing my lips onto hers. The kiss meant to last a few seconds last longer thanks to Y/N placing her soft hands on my hips. Pulling me into her before our lips part.

I take in the sight before me and let a smile get drawn on my face as Y/N's does the same. "Thank you for telling me," I say into the space between us. "Don't apologize for ever telling me how you feel, Y/N. I want to know these things." Now it's my turn to move hair from her face. "We're going at your pace. Okay? Your speed Y/N Y/L/N." A blush spread across her cute face. "Okay." She whispers. "Thank you," Y/N says as she bends down and buries her head into the crook of my neck. "Thank you for giving me this chance again." Y/N lifts herself up and away from me. "I'm happy we ran into each other at the airport."

With a crooked smile, Y/N replies, "me too."

Taking her hand into mine, I walk her back to my car. "I didn't know you drove a Prius?" I look back at her. "What were you expecting?" She shrugs. "I don't know, but this makes sense." I roll my eyes and laugh as I open the passenger door for her.

"Come on." With a pull of my hand, Y/N thanks me before her cute butt meets the seat. I make sure her legs are in the car before shutting the door.

We're doing this.

I make my way around the car and back to my side, sliding in and closing the door. I turn to my left to see Y/N already looking at me. I smile as I reach into the back for something. And once it's in my hand, I bring it down onto Y/N's lap.

"What's this?"

"Take a look." I pull my seatbelt on and make sure my coffee girl's is on as well before pulling up the directions to the restaurant for tonight. "Oh my Gosh!" I again turn to my left to see what Y/N is pointing to on the cover.

It's latest release of the People Magazine issue with my interview. While I myself am not on the cover, they did make sure to put a tease for me on there. "Did you get this for me?" Y/N asks, seemingly a little confused. I nod my head. "You told me you'd want to read it, and I figured maybe you could do that while I drive us," I answer it and look away a little sheepishly before I feel the comfort of a hand on my thigh.

Oh, and my stomach just did a flip.

"Thank you. I can't wait." I turn to see a toothy grin. "Also, does this mean you went out today and bought a magazine about you?" I fake scoff. "It's not about me! I'm just in it." Y/N laughs as I go to out the car in drive before stopping myself.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Before we continue with our date, is it okay that I kissed you before?" Y/N's smile doesn't waiver at all. "Yes. My pace is very much okay with that." I shoot a smile to her. "Good." And just like that, I lean over a place a quick peck onto her lips before finally getting this date underway.

Y/N POV

Twice.

It happened twice.

If this keeps up, by the end of tonight, I will have a girlfriend again.

But I can't let that happen. I'd be too soon, right? I mean, am I ready? What do you think? Who am I talking to? Me? I mean-

"Well, go on. We got a drive ahead of us." I turn to my left and let my thoughts crumble as I listen to what Liz is saying to me. "I want to know what you think." About?

Oh, the interview!

I nod and let the sunlight shine down on us as I begin to flip through, looking for the story of the month.

_

"Who's Geneva?" I hear a slight chuckle come from the only other person in the car. "She's this teen I met at the airport in New York. She came up to me while I was waiting for my flight and did the basic I love you so much and can I get a picture which was sweet. But then she told me how bad she felt for the two of us to get exposed in the manner that we did but how that moment led to her and people like her discovering that I wasn't so different from them." Liz takes a breath and clears her throat. "So that interaction led to what you're reading now." I nod along to her words and feel my face become warm as I am reminded of how much care Liz puts into her words. She speaks of Geneva as if she was a friend and not a random person she met.

"Well, I guess I should thank her too, then," I say as I return to the interview.

"Okay, do you really think you'll get an Emmy, or were you being modest?" I tease. Liz just laughs and turns to see my face before putting her eyes back on the road. "No, I really can't see myself getting nominated or let alone winning. Do I put my soul into everything I do? Yes. But I don't know. I don't see it happening."

"Well, I still have only seen up to the first Avengers." I hear a little hmm escape from the Olsen's mouth. "Maybe that'll change soon," I add on, which leaves the actress smiling next to me.

As I keep reading down the interview, I laugh at some heartfelt moments, like Liz trying to name all the infinity stones or her naming all of her favorite fruits. But then I see my full government name get brought up.

And this close person to you was Y/N Y/L/N is that correct?

"Yes."

Who were they to you?

"They were my- my uh- girlfriend. Yes. They were my girlfriend. That kinda feels like a relief to say out loud. We had been dating for about a month prior, and Harper-" Elizabeth takes a second before leaning in.

Had it only been a month?

I briefly look over to the woman driving. She's lost in the song playing through the radio. Her head swaying back and forth. Her sharp jaw moving as she mumbles the words to the song.

A month with this woman felt like six. But I guess when it's love, it's love. Besides, what's the saying? Time flies when you're having fun.

"I'd like to take this time to address certain people." Elizabeth is given the green light. "I know this may seem like such an impossible task to some out there, but who I choose to surround myself with or who I choose to love is not up for public debate. It is not healthy or kind to criticize them. If you love me, you should love them as well. The day the news broke, Y/N Y/L/N had disgusted, and horrible things said about them. Things I could not protect them from. It hurt me to see someone who gives off such a strong presence crumble under the words and actions of horrific people."

I swallow the lumps that's built up as my eyes scan the words. It doesn't help that I'm thinking about her turning to me and, in her way, trying to protect me.

I shake my head and focus myself back on the magazine. Not realizing that I have a pair of eyes glancing at me.

Liz POV

We may not have been together long, but when we were, I was quick to pick up on her mannerisms. She thinks I don't see her glossy eyes, but I do. I may be driving, but I'm not blind.

She's nearing the end of the interview now, and I want to know her thoughts.

_

She finished it. She just closed the magazine and is now turning to me- "I liked what you said at the end." At the end? "Which is?" I ask simply due to me not remembering.

"I want everyone that reads this to know that it's never too late for anyone." Y/N stops and places her hand on my thigh. "It's sweet." I blush at her words. "Thank you." Minutes of silence fall upon us before I softly speak up. "Did you like it all?" "Of course! Thank you for giving me a heads up, and thank you for not letting me or my name get crazy involved." Y/N laughs to herself, but I reach down and give her hand a reassuring squeeze. Her eyes shine in the sunlight.

"So I didn't even ask earlier, but where exactly are we going?" I turn to her knowing we're not only twenty out. "You'll see."

_

"Okay, keep your eyes closed!" "Okay, I will. I will just come on, Liz!" Y/N whines, forcing me to laugh as I exit the car running around to her side.

"Alright, and open!" I do my best to block the sunlight coming down so when Y/N opens her eyes, so she's not immediately blasted. It seems to work, as she's now blinking and focusing her eyes to the building in front of us.

"Mari's?" Y/N questions the giant word on the building, turning her head to me as I reply with a nod. "You've never been here, right?" I ask just to be safe. "Correct." I squeal and grab Y/N's hand, pulling her to the entrance. "Wait, Liz!" I quickly turn around. "I don't think they're open." I furrow my brows as Y/N points out the lack of cars in the lot and the fact that the lights are quite literally off on the inside.

"They're open," I reassure her as I hold up a set of keys. A shocked look forms on Y/N's, making me smile. With a turn and click of the lock, I swing open the door and allow Y/N to enter first. "Liz, is this yours?" She asks in amazement, looking open at the giant ceiling. I stopped at the entrance, waiting until..right.. now!

Y/N finally bumps into the only table in the whole restaurant. I watch as she looks down, confused, until I flip the switches turning on all the lights in the place. Some string-some classic, but it's all beautiful. Y/N quickly turns around to face me as I slowly walk up to her. "You did this?"

"With some help."

Y/N turns back to the white-clothed table. "Wow." I hear her whisper. "Come here." I motion for her to sit in the chair I pulled out for her. She shoots me a grin and makes sure to flaunt her ass to me before taking her seat. I slowly come around the table, only stopping in the middle to light the candle in the center.

Y/N POV

"You amaze me."

Oops, I let an inside thought slip out.

Liz shoots me a smile across from me and makes a grabby hand, which I give in, and the touch of her fingers once again makes a strike of lighting course through my body. Liz goes to say something, but before she can, a train of people exit from where I believe is the kitchen. "Miss Olsen! Thank you so kindly for tonight's event. My team and I are thrilled to assist you and your friend her in any way possible." The man speaking shows his thanks and gestures for his team to follow suit. I'm a little thrown for a loop here but watching the kind face Liz has makes me curious for the rest of tonight.

_

It's a little weird to make small talk over a romantic dinner with your celebrity ex, but here we are.

I've discovered that a close friend of Liz's owns this restaurant. The name Mari's is named after the national flower of Cuba. The Mariposa.

And if that doesn't clue you in on the restaurant's food, well, I'll tell you. It's Cuban. When I asked Liz why out of all places, she chose here tonight. She said to me because she had the connections to make tonight extra special, it's close to the beach, and she was craving it. So naturally, it made me smile.

Appetizers or starters have come and gone. Liz is still on her first glass of red while I'm on my second. Don't worry; waters are here as well.

"Miss Olsen." The same man from earlier stands outside the kitchen doors and gestures for Liz to follow her. She nods back to the man before turning to me. "Y/N?" Liz sets her wine glass down and places her napkin down. "Yes?"

"Do you remember our first two days together?"

I lean back into the chair and think even though I could never forget. "Of course." Liz nods. "Over dinner, we talked and learned about each other—kind of like now. We had red wine. Like tonight. But the next morning, do you remember what I did for you?" I go through the memories of that morning. Waking up to Liz's angelic laugh. Her cute butt. Breakfast in bed. Her amazing waffles. Is that the answer?

"You cooked for me?" Liz stands up and comes around to me. "That's right. Now come on."

Come on?? I look up at her, confused but take her hand. Trusting her.

_

The team of people that were here earlier are not around anymore. It's just Liz and me alone in the kitchen. "Now put this on." Liz hands me a white apron. That's when I catch Liz's eyes ogling my body. This isn't the first time its happened tonight, but this is going to be the first time I draw attention to it. Once Liz's eyes detach, I undo another button and call her attention again.

Liz POV

"Lizzie?"

I turned my head around so fast I thought I got whiplash. She doesn't call me that!! That's my name to her! I'm about to question her when my mouth drops, and I see why I've been called.

Y/N is standing off balance. Apron in one hand, an arm crossed under her breast, and a pout on her face. And! When I wasn't looking, Y/N took it upon herself to undo an extra button, now fully showing off her cleavage. It had crossed my mind if she was wearing a bra, but now I can see she's not.

She's beautiful. Always.

"My eyes are up here." I shut my mouth and bring my gaze up to her eyes. "Yes? I'm sorry- what-what?" I'm internally cursing myself for what is happening to me. Get it together, Lizzie. You're an actress.

"Can you help me put my apron on? I just can't seem to get the hang of it." Y/N whines with a smile. Okay. She wants to play games. "Of course, baby." I husk out as I gently take the apron from her.

I plant my feet in front of my ex and hook the collar around her neck. Brushing my fingers down her neck. I slowly make my way behind Y/N with my hand never leaving her body. I drag it around her and let my touch send bumps across her skin. "Stand up straight for me!" I bark as I smack my hands against her ass. She immediately follows my orders and straightens up so I can tie her apron up behind her.

"Good girl," I say before pulling Y/N by her waist into me. "Now, are you ready, or do you need my help with anything else?" Y/N shakes her head no to me. Maybe she's got something stuck in her throat, but I want to hear her pretty little voice. "Speak."

Y/N eyes widen. She wasn't expecting this. "No."

"No, what?" I bite back as I bring my hand up to her chin, cupping it. "No, I don't need help." I shake my head. "That's good to know, Y/N, but when we're in the kitchen, you call me by one thing and one thing only. Try again." I let go of her chin and watch the gears work. "No."

"No, what?"

"No, Chef."

"Good girl. Now follow me, and let's get to work."

_

"Well?" I lean down and wipe the drip of mustard on the side of Y/N's lips. Y/N laughs and swallows her bite. "It's fantastic, Liz. How are you not a chef? Like a legitimate chef?" Y/N takes another bite, and the smile she has fills my heart. Being with her is one thing, but seeing someone like her enjoying something we created together. That's another level.

After our little game, Y/N, with my help, made Cubanos along with a side of Yucca con Mojo Salsa. It's delicious and a meal that will never get old, even if I can't have it most of the time. Thanks, Marvel.

We're standing in the kitchen finishing our dinner as Y/N's Spotify plays an 80's playlist. Just like earlier, I'm being reminded of our first few days together. Us dancing in around in my apartment after she made me lunch.

I should've never let her go, but then we wouldn't be here.

"So, are we making dessert too?" I pop the last bite of the perfectly toasted Cubano into my mouth and shake my head. "You and I are done with the place for tonight." A slight frown forms on Y/N's face, and it's the first time tonight I've noticed that all night she's only been laughing and smiling.

"Is our date over?" Y/N cautiously asks. "No." I smile back, seeing that wave of excitement rush over Y/N. "How about you run out to the car and wait there while I grab things for our next stop?" I hand my car keys to Y/N. "Okay." And before I know it, her lips crash against mine, but before I can even act, she's out of the kitchen with her phone in hand and apron on the floor.

I laugh as I pick up her apron off the floor and disregard it before making my way over to the walk-in freezer.

Y/N POV

I've been sitting in the car for five minutes, and I can't stop thinking about how perfect tonight has been. Liz has been knocking it out of the park. On top of that, she's been so kind and caring tonight. She's perfect. She's Elizabeth Fucking Olsen, and I want nothing more than to tell her I love her again.

I giggle to myself as I watch Liz walk out of the restaurant with a cooler in hand. Liz places it in the backseat before taking her place in the driver's seat. "Hi."

"Hi!" She shoots back with an amused laugh.

"What's in the back?" I gesture with my head. "You'll see, baby. You'll see." I bite my lower lip and pull it into my mouth. Baby huh?

_

The door to my right opens up, and I hear the sweet voice of my Liz. "Okay, once again, trust me."

"I will. I do. Just hold on."

My eyes are closed once again as we've reached our second location. Liz is helping me out of the car, and I'm hit with a gust of wind pushing me out of Liz's grip. "Hold on." She laughs as she wraps her arm around mine.

Well, I know we're outside.

"How much longer?" "Jeez, patience, Y/N!" Liz slaps my arm as we start walking. Thanks to the sounds of the floor beneath my feet, I take it we're on a boardwalk. But aren't those usually crowded? I don't hear anyone around us. "Okay, now we're going to go some steps, so hold on tight while I help you. Okay?" "Yes, Chef." I let a cheesy smile out, which breaks into a laugh once I hear Liz huff. "Good thing you're pretty." "Hey!" Now Liz laughs as we reach what I assume is the bottom of the steps because, no, my feet are walking on soft, uneven flooring?

"Where are we?"

"You'll see. We're almost there. It's almost time."

"For what?" I ask, confused, which gets no response. "Liz?" She doesn't answer me as she stops me. "Okay, on the count of three, I want you to open your eyes." I nod to her.

"One."

I hear Liz shuffle next to me.

"Two."

She wraps an arm around me and leans herself into me.

"Three."

I open my eyes to see the bottom of the sun press itself into the ocean. The clouds above us shift into a hue of oranges and pinks while the warm ocean air has a swift cold breeze running underneath it. "Wow." Is all breath out before looking to my left. Liz. "I never get tired of seeing this. It's beautiful, isn't it?" I smile as I keep my eyes on the Olsen.

"Yes, it is." 

She shifts herself under me, but by the time she looks up at me, I'm already back to looking at the sun hiding away behind the Pacific waters.

"You are too."

Liz POV

Y/N goes to look down, but before she can, I have my scarlet red lips press into her cheek.

"Mine," I whisper to myself once I unwrap myself from Y/N.

"Thank you for everything tonight, Liz. It's just.." Y/N trails off as her eyes find mine. I nod along because I know. "I know. You're welcome. But the nights not over." She looks out to the sun as we both watch it disappear. "Turn around," I say to her, and without missing a beat, Y/N turns to see a little picnic set up. A blanket laid out on the sand. Candles. Blankets. The cooler from Mari's filled with chocolate and fruits.

And a jewelry box.

"You're really setting the bar for next time."

"Next time, huh?" I raise an eyebrow once Y/N realizes she let a thought slip out. "Of course. You're outdoing yourself, Liz. And I love it." She says like an embarrassed giddy kid before taking a seat on the blanket, patting the spot between her open legs.

God, I love you.

I take my spot between her legs and pull the cooler closer to us. I pull out two waters from the inside with a plate of chocolate-covered raspberries. Once those items are safely out, that's when I feel two arms snake their way around me.

The feeling I have in my stomach explodes.

This is right.

I close my eyes to the sounds of the ocean waves crashing and let my head rest against Y/N's chest. "You're cozy," I mumble. "Only for you." She mumbles back. She must have her eyes closed too.

_

I'm not exactly sure how much time has passed, but when I open my eyes again, I see that I've been covered with a blanket, and four of the raspberries are gone.

"Hey, sleepy?"

"Hey." I blink my eyes open a bit more and see a smiling Y/N. "How long was I-" "Only like 20 minutes. Not along. It was cute." I blush upon hearing that, but I'm glad.

I lean myself up while still laying against Y/N and pop a couple of pieces of fruit into my mouth. A quick peck gets placed upon my head, causing me to turn to Y/N. She's wearing a smile, but she looks nervous. Not in her face but in her eyes. "What's up?"

"I- I want to give you something?" I tilt my head, surprised. "Okay."

"Okay. Face forward and close your eyes." Hmm. "A lot of eye-closing today." "Blame yourself." I roll my eyes underneath my eyelids and wait till I'm told to open them. I feel and hear Y/N behind me, but it's not until I feel a cold piece of jewelry around my neck that I gasp. "What is this?"

"Open your eyes and find out." She whispers to me.

I do, and when I look down, I can't help but take note of the familiarity. "Y/N, is this-" I stop speaking when I look back and see that, yes, it is. It's Y/N's necklace. The one she's been wearing all night. "It's for you. I bought it yesterday. I knew I'd forget it unless I wore it. But it's for you."

I look down again and closely inspect it.

"It's a primrose pressed and dipped in resin. It's your-"

"My birth flower." I swallow the happy tears I have threatened to spill out. "I-um- I have something to give you too!" I lean over and wipe my eyes, knowing I'm probably going to cry anyways. I grab the jewelry box and turn around, so I'm sitting in front of Y/N. "Don't worry; I'm not proposing!" Y/N laughs, which makes what I'm about to do easier.

"Like you, I also went out yesterday and got you something. Now I know we don't know exactly what we are, and I know we are going at your pace, but I want to give this to you." I shift on my knees and open the box for Y/N. "It's a little juvenile and maybe unwanted, but it's a promise ring. Y/N." I take the ring out of the box and grab Y/N's left hand. I drop the ring into her palm and close it. "I promise that I will always love you. I promise that I will spend the rest of my days letting you know that you are wanted. That your happiness is one of the most important things to me. I promise to always be honest. I promise to always support you." The tears have started and aren't stopping. "I promise never to let you go unless you want me to. Yo-you, you don't need to accept this. But I needed to do this because I.. I love you, Y/N."

I stare into Y/N's eyes, and that's when I see the tears falling from hers. "Oh, Y/N." I cup my hands around her face and feel better when a smile beams from her. "I-I.. L- I accept this." Y/N opens her palms and places the ring onto her finger. "Thank you so much!" It fits like a glove, and seeing it on her makes the two of us explode into happy tears. "I love you, Y/N."

Y/N wraps their arms around me and pulls me onto her. I let this kiss and the rest to follow let her know precisely what I mean.

Y/N POV

I love you.

A/N: But quite possibly the most fluff-filled thing I've ever written???

Part 32

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

So I started watching Wandavision tonight, and I do already know some spoilers just from being around on tumblr when it first came out, but we just got through episode 3 and it's hitting me. Basically, this is Storybrooke and Wanda is Regina.

Except instead of taking away everyone else's happy endings, she's just trying to give herself her own. But really, that was what Regina was trying to do too, and it's definitely seeming like Wanda has also taken away the happy endings of others, intentionally or not. So in its essence, this is like Once Upon a Time for comic book characters (but without everyone turning up being related somehow ;) lol).

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Hi! That is an impressive and intriguing list of WIPs! Can I ask for more details about Five People Wanda Slept With And One She? Hope you're having an amazing day!

Thanks, friend!

I would really like to finish this one eventually, but smut takes me SO long to write, so I really shot myself in the foot by choosing to write a 5+1 smut fic, haha. I was inspired by WandaVision for it, particularly "Previously On," and Wanda's method of dealing with trauma/grief being avoidance and pretending to be happy. Also, Elizabeth Olsen pretty and so many Marvel people hot.

(It's also kind of a "fuck you, purity culture" fic inspired by the ye olde days of LiveJournal fandom, where people wrote a lot more "wait, are those siblings fucking each other?" fic than they do now, because, like, Wanda/Pietro.)

But it starts the night after AOU ends with Wanda/Steve, and then has Wanda/Winter Soldier, Wanda/Natasha, Wanda/Vision, and then after Endgame and before Westview, Wanda/Bucky. And the +1 "And One She -- " that's unclear whether it actually ever happened is, obviously, Pietro, and the reader can draw their own conclusions.

Snippet! (TW for grief/mourning, sibling death, Hydra ideology, and mentions of unwanted sterilization.)

“America needs its captain,” Wanda says. “Sokovia is gone. It is my fault, I think. There is nothing left that needs Wanda Maximoff.”

“Hey.” Captain Rogers puts his big hands over Wanda’s where she’s picking at the bedspread. Loose threads already, and it’s brand new. “The Avengers need Wanda Maximoff, okay? I need her. Clint needs her. The Vision needs her. Natasha. Bruce. Even Tony needs you, Wanda. I know—I don’t expect you to agree or to get it or to accept it from all of us, but I’m a good judge of character, Wanda, and you’re gonna be a helluva something.” He lifts one hand and gently tucks a lock of hair behind Wanda’s ear. “All I can do is throw a big metal discus around and punch people. You can change their minds. That’s pretty special.”

“I am sorry, again,” Wanda whispers. Captain Rogers still has one hand over hers, and his skin is warm. He radiates heat, and Wanda is so used to being cold. “I hope the nightmares do not plague you too long. I… I have no excuses. Only Hydra’s justifications.”

“Hey.” Steve squeezes her hand. “You didn’t give me a tenth of the nightmares I usually see. I mean, don’t do it again, but it’s okay, Wanda. You’re forgiven.”

Wanda squeezes Steve’s hand back, and she doesn’t let go. She keeps her hand tucked around his for long, silent minutes, until finally Steve turns his hand so that she can lace her fingers between his. It’s a show of trust: Wanda spins her magic with these hands, and Steve is willingly allowing her to stroke her thumb along the length of his index finger in slow, sweeping passes. They hold hands so long that Steve’s palm starts to get a little sweaty against Wanda’s, and he says—

“Wanda…”

Wanda presses her lips together. “Please.” She squeezes his hand again. “I do not want to be alone.”

Steve extricates his hand from her grip, but only moves far enough away to tuck the stubborn lock of her dark hair behind her ear again. Wanda knows that she isn’t beautiful—she’s too thin, a thinness that spells a life of pain and hardship and denial, and her eyes stand out from her face like lamplights in a dark mine. But her hair is clean, and her eyes are dry now even if they are still rimmed in red beneath the layers of half-gone black kohl, and Steve is only a man.

“Kinda tired of being alone, myself,” Steve admits, very quietly, with a look on his face like he didn’t quite mean to say anything at all. His fingertips touch the soft skin behind Wanda’s ear.

“Then do not be alone, just for tonight.” Wanda slides her hand up the length of his thigh, denim rough under her palm. His muscle has hardly any soft humanness. It isn’t what Wanda is used to feeling, but that’s good. She doesn’t want what she knows. If she has that, she will cry and never stop. “Please, I cannot—I can’t--”

Steve presses his mouth against hers. It isn’t a kiss, really. But it is what Wanda wants.

“If Pepper stocked your room like mine, then you have, uh—” Steve goes red. “Thins. Condoms. In the, uh, in the bedside table.”

Wanda nods and doesn’t say that Hydra sterilized her years ago. Undesirable. “Okay.”

[teatitty]

And that's the end of tonight's read because if I keep going there'll be no good place to stop for a while! Our next batch will be us jumping around the second WandaVision solo with other issues inbetween so it's just best to leave that as its own separate venture lol

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

good morning from my timezone maam 😇

I have a desk job and work nights, and usually you start posting right at the end of my shifts. It’s a nice way to come back to reality after hours and hours of boredom staring at my phone :p

But, because of all that time, i finished wandavision during my shift tonight! I started watching it this weekend at work for something fun to pass the time.

How are you today? how was your weekend?

~ 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️ ~

Hi, dear!

So basically you finish work when I start mine 😀 But I'm glad I can help you relax after work.

You did? Good for you! Did you enjoy it? Did it live up to the hype?

I'm doing OK today. I had a chill weekend. Had some rare time to myself. Even had some time to write.

How was your weekend?

[can-of-pringles]

Thanks for the tag!

1) How many works do you have on A03?

88

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

221,276

3) What fandoms do you write for?

The band Ghost, Good Omens, The Sandman, Marvel, Stranger Things, Arcane, Star Wars, originally Moomins.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Similarities: 281

Truths Revealed: 259

Beginnings: 86

Confessions: 82

Not to be Forgotten: 59

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always do (within reason) I want to show my readers how much their comments mean to me and that I'm paying attention to their support.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm... I don't typically write stuff with no happy endings, or they're part of a series that will eventually lead to a happy ending. I guess I'll say Not to be Forgotten for this, even though it's a prequel to Similarities, it ends on an angsty cliffhanger ending from what I remember.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The majority of them have happy endings. It's hard to pick just one. I guess Three's A Magic Number.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't before. I don't think my fics get enough attention in general to receive hate.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds?

No. It's not my thing. However, I am slightly getting out of my comfort zone and writing a little more spicy ish makeout scenes and things like that. And I slightly have "references" to things y'know that people can piece together. But I don't write smut.

10) Do you write crossovers?

Not usually. The last time I wrote a typical crossover was I believe Missing Man: Peter Maximoff which was my X-Men and Wandavision AU crossover.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. I've had OCs and posts stolen before but I've gotten it handled.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

Call me a cheater but Arith and Iriel.

15) What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

:| My Multiverse Sisters AU. I gave up on it.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, writing emotions, and symbolism I think?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not that good at describing scenes or making my fics long but I'm working on it.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do it when I think it's important in some way. I usually add the translations in the bottom note.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

I think it was Gravity Falls a long time ago. Don't go looking for it you won't be able to find it anyway.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmmmm... I have multiple. Beginnings (Rewrite), When I'm Alone with You, King and Lionheart, Compromise, Dappled Sunlight, Similarities, Only For Tonight, Not to be Forgotten, Look After, Slow Dance

Tagging: @practically-an-x-man , @anamelessfool , @nebulousfishgills

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

Tagged by @jo-harrington. Thank you!

1) How many works do you have on A03?

According to AO3, 195. However I do know it’s more since I have made a few drabble compilation. Someday I’ll reorganize everything.

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

686,641

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Baldur’s Gate 3, Stranger Things, Marvel/MCU, Star Wars, The Magnificent Seven, M*A*S*H, Good Omens, and a scattering of other fandoms here and there.

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Skipping Drabble/Headcanon compilations

I Want It All (Astarion x Ace!Tav)

Life Is Inevitable Like That (Ineffable Husbands)

Trust Me (Poe Dameron x Reader)

An Unspoken Thing (Doctor Strange x Reader)

Questions (Ineffable Husbands)

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to most of them, or at least try to. I think it’s important to building a community, which is what I hope I encourage. Also as a way to show that yes, I did read it and yes, commenting does matter.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

What If…Loki Lost His Love?

I don’t do major character death or angst in general. It’s just not what I’m looking for in fics, but I actually think I did a good job on this one.

7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them? They’re basically all one-shots with happy conclusions. I think if my recent stuff, probably I Want It All.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I did get one “kill yourself” message a few years ago, but it was just one person on anon. The reception to basically all of my fics have been positive.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kinds?

I’ve written some smut. I’ve done a couple of Kinktobers and some for Clone Wars. I think the best way I can describe the way I write smut is “sensual”? And it’s a little rougher. Idk, somebody better versed than me could describe it better.

10) Do you write crossovers?

Not really

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I did have a few of my Poe Dameron fics stolen a few years back, but I messaged them and they quickly deleted the fic. That all being said, if anybody notices my works being stolen or copied, please let me know.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that anyone has told me.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My sister and I have talked about it, but no.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Ineffable Husbands

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

*glances at all WIPs I already have published and drawers full of WIPs saved on my computer*

What are you a cop?

16) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization and emotions. At least that’s what people have told me.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Prose. I’m still working on getting more creative with my descriptions. I could also really get better at scene setting in general.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’m not against it, but use it wisely.

If you want to reader to understand what is being said, write it out in the language of the fic. This isn’t a movie. Putting a translation at the bottom of the chapter or in the middle of the sentence makes it sloppy. Instead type out “they said in X language, “___”.

However if you want a character to hear something being said in a different language and they don’t understand it, then type it out of you want.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Unpublished? Harry Potter

Published? Sherlock (no you can’t read it)

20) Favorite fic you've written?

Don’t make me pick. I’ve written so much and I have a soft spot for so many for a variety of reasons. If you want to send me a fic title and ask me about it, I’ll gladly answer any questions you want.

Tagging @leighsartworks216, @kittttycakes, @can-of-pringles, @flapjacques and anybody else who wants to join in!

[mac-darf]

kinda hate the concept of shipping because it implies two people can't be friend without wanting to fuck, which is such a fucking negative and harmful thing to believe