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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

warnings: injury, mentions of blood and guns

A/N: wrote this over a year ago, but wanted to post something. Don‘t know where this is going lol.

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You passed the security guards of the building complex, stood in the queue for the coffee machine and spinned with the coins in your hands. It has been a hard day, night, even week. Something was off. Your workplace was hiding something… and you noticed it. Since this Avenger had a town under her spell, everyone here was going crazy. Hayward had no control over his soldiers anymore, Captain Monica Rambeau was inciting a riot, and you were in the midst of it.

Darcy Lewis' face lit up when she saw you and soon, she happily came towards you. The people in the row behind you grunted in annoyance as she overtook them in the row next to the device.

‘Oh my, please, she’s a doctor. The disrespect of some people.’ You joked and let her hug you. After all, you were glad you had someone in this place that brought some joy with them.

‘Where the hell have you hid, agent? I have missed you!’ Darcy lightly pushed you in your shoulder, but you just put your hands in the pockets of your SWORD - sweater and shook your head.

‘I was working.’ The waiting line moved and you stepped forward. ‘Something you apparently don’t have much to-’

‘Oh my god (Y/N)! The audacity!’ You laughed at the response of the brunette and looked at her. ‘Who was the one that discovered the broadcast signals of WandaVision?!” She looked expectantly at you, but you bit your cheek amused and provoked her with not giving an answer. ‘Me. It was me. The great Doctor Darcy Lewis!”

‘Right Lewis, now go and get a coffee, people are waiting.’ Some random guy huffed from behind you.

She hastily stepped forward, pressed the button of her desired order and turned to you once again. With a wink she threw in the coins to pay.

‘Oh god Darcy, don’t even get me started on that witch’s case. Creating a fake scenario to live with the love of her life? What is she? A depressed teenager?’ Darcy turned offended and slapped your arm, now without kidding. ‘Ouch! What the hell??’

Your friend grabbed her coffee, stepped to the side and you repeated her prior actions for your own order.

‘(Y/N)! You have no idea how much that girl went through-’

‘Parents dead. Brother dead. Robot boyfriend dead. Fellow Avengers dead. Now once again imaginary boyfriend and also kids dead. I get it, she has been through a lot, but there are people out there called psycho therapists, they are qualified for such people. I can recommend my mom’s one.’ The machine finished and you walked back to your office, both a coffee mug in your hands.

‘Do you hear how stupid what you are saying sounds?! Wanda Maximoff is..a wonder! An Avenger who can harness chaos magic, engage in telepathy as well as telekinesis and alter reality. She has so much power! She is the most powerful Avenger!’ Darcy burst with excitement as you let yourself fall back in your office chair and sighed.

‘Look Darcy, I get it. You are a fangirl… but she kidnapped an entire city! How can you defend that?! She hurt civilian citizens. Twice now if you remember Lagos! She is dangerous.’ You furrowed your eyebrows and took a sip of your coffee.

Darcy shook her head enthusiastically. ‘No! Just no (Y/N)! Hayward, that bastard, he is the reason! She just wanted a funeral for her love and he used his body to recreate a new robot for SWORD-’

You choked on your drink at her words and spilled some of it on your desk. With widened eyes you tilted your head and looked at her. ‘He did what?? That son of a bitch. That’s why everyone is acting so differently here.’ You pulled out a tissue of one of the desk drawers and wiped your desk while chewing your lip in thought. ‘Okay, I take that back. Maybe she had reasons to… grief in her own way. But that still doesn’t explain capturing a whole city!’

Darcy emptied her cup and walked to the exit of your office. ‘All I’m saying is that she’s not the only bad guy here. Think about that!’ She shrugged and left you alone.

‘A pleasure as always, Doctor Lewis.’ You sighed to yourself and threw your mugs in the bin. After finishing your short break you returned to give your attention to the mission files that had to be completed.

Great. You were working for an emotionless asshole.

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‘You are a horrible influence, Lewis.’

You snapped at your colleague while jumping into some kind of cover. ‘I just should have let you be a fangirl and never should have asked questions.’ You mumbled upset. Rummaging in the side pockets of your trousers, you searched for your pistol and as soon as you touched it, sighed in relief.

‘Well, to my defence, Monica is the one that got us here. I’m just the thinker, she brings the action.’ Darcy chuckled and you stared incredulously at her.

‘Are you kidding me?! We are getting attacked for snooping around to look for signs of Vision’s dead body, probably will be on the run after that and you laugh?’ You shouted at the woman next to you and threw a small can of pepper spray to her which she easily caught.

‘Get the hell out of here and we will talk about the consequences later in the plane.’ The voice of the Captain became audible in your ear piece as you took down two guards.

‘In the plane? We will have to leave? I was joking!’ You hissed nervously as you fought your way outside.

‘Well yeah, we just became enemies - or rather traitors - of the United States of America. We know top secret information.’ Darcy screamed from the other side of the room.

‘Goddamnit! I have a cat to take care of! I hate you guys so much!’ You ran out of the hall and met Monica. ‘I should have never done this. Fuck!’ You muttered and leaned on the wall, trying to catch your breath.

‘You can’t change it anymore. So either you move your ass in that goddamn plane and go underground for a while, or you surrender and rot in prison. You are doing the right thing (Y/N), we are proving the world Wanda wasn’t the only problem in this conflict.‘

You nodded at Rambeau’s words, somehow finding some sort of confidence in them, and the trio of you started sprinting to the flight area. Monica jumped into the pilot’s seat of the nearest aircraft, Darcy and you getting on board right after her.

When she started the machine and you felt it hovering, you laid on a bench in the back and closed your eyes. Although you were sure you couldn’t get even a little bit of sleep due to the adrenaline floating in your veins, you hoped resting would help you process and understand today’s events a bit better.

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The next time you opened your eyes, the machine was flying on autopilot and your two co-performers were packing three backpacks with vital equipment such as water, preserves and knives. You straightened and rubbed your face with your hands, clearly exhausted from the previous fight.

Darcy turned around to your bench to fetch some bandages, but when she saw you getting up, she startled and stopped her motions. ‘God! Do you always have to be so quiet and sneaky?’

‘I am an agent, what do you think?’ You rolled your eyes and stepped to help them pack the bags. ‘Or was an agent, thank you again.’

‘(Y/N)! Will you ever stop that?’ Monica snubbed you before she continued. ‘Listen. We’re now enemies of SWORD with too much information, which means we probably have to spend some time on the run. Not together though. I suggest we will split…’ she turned completely to you, ‘you have family in Romania, right? I think it’s time for a visit.’

You nodded reluctantly and threw a spare sweater in your backpack. ‘When will you drop me off? And where?’

‘There’s a little abandoned town with a lake nearby. Stay there for a bit, then go find your family. We should arrive at dawn.’ Monica stepped next to you and grabbed your hands. ‘I know this sucks, but there’s still Sam Wilson somewhere out there...he will notice something is off and before you can blink, you’re back home.’ She squeezed your hands and gave you a reassuring smile.

‘Back home with your cat!’ You heard Darcy from somewhere in the back of the aircraft and chuckled lightly despite trying to stay mad at your friend.

‘No seriously, agent, thank you for doing this. It was the right choice.’ Monica carefully let go of you and returned to the pilot seat.

‘What a choice. I had much of it.’ You mumbled sarcastically before taking the seat next to her.

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When the quinjet landed, you sighed shakily one last time and turned to say goodbye to the two women.

‘Take care. I’m gonna miss you.’ Darcy hugged you tight and looped her arms over your shoulders.

‘I’m gonna miss you, too, fangirl.’ The brunette rolled her eyes playfully at the nickname and you grinned. When she released you, the Captain stepped forward and shook your hand.

‘See you soon, Agent. Be safe!‘

‘Thank you, Captain.‘ You left the plane and turned around one last time. Darcy waved goodbye and you returned the gesture, while Monica already started to get ready to take off.

You watched them fly away and began walking on the sidewalk, following a long road to Romania‘s mountains. They let you out some miles away from the remote town, just to make sure you didn‘t attract any attention.

So, you started your journey, with no real clue where to go. You cursed angrily when it became so dark you could only see your surroundings a few feet away from you, and then it started storming, and your mood was devastated.

Luckily, you had a flashlight with you and could somehow make it to the branch that led to the town and lake. You turned to walk along the smaller road that turned into a path through the forest after ten minutes of walking.

Blind due to the now complete darkness, you startled when you suddenly heard a lightning strike in the distance. Before you could make out in what direction the thunderstorm was, cold raindrops hit your face.

‘For fuck‘s sake!‘ You put on your jacket‘s hood and started to walk faster to find shelter. Later, you tried to orientate yourself on top of a slightly higher hill. You recognised the shades of the lake and a small cabin, and a little further the empty city.

Happy to see your final destination and impatient to get out of the storm, you started running down the hill. You were almost in the flat again when you suddenly heard a loud crack and before you could blink twice, you plumped on the ground.

You screamed out in pain and laid still, panting. You must have slipped on the wet ground and fell, your leg hitting a stone. After trying to calm your breathing a bit, you straightened up with the help of a log and lifted the flashlight.

With your injured leg, you wouldn‘t be able to make it to the town - you would have to circle the whole lake - and you were also in the midst of a storm, so you decided to try and get protection at the lonely wooden cabin.

You limped to it, dragged yourself over the steps, one at a time, before you leaned against the wooden door to collect yourself.

‘Hello? I don‘t know if someone‘s in there, and if you can understand me, but I‘m hurt and just need some first aid equipment and a shelter while the storm rages. I‘m gonna wait for a bit, otherwise I‘ll batter this door in and get in.’ You breathed out through gasps.

But before you had to make your way through that door, light switched on inside the hut and footsteps became audible. The door opened carefully and a redhead got visible, her hands in the back bags of her jeans.

‘Hi! Uhm- Do you speak English?’ You put out while trying to pantomime your words with finger motions.

The woman giggled, and you noticed a blush creeping up on your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not paying attention to your grandma teaching you Romanian, it would have been a lot easier to just communicate in the first language of the country.

‘I do. How can I help you?’ She replied and took your figure in. Her words were bolstered by a thick accent, an accent you have heard before, and you took a closer look at her.

‘Oh my god. You‘re Maximoff. The Scarlet Witch. You‘re Wanda Maximoff.’ You identified the woman astonished.

Panic settled in the witch's eyes. ‘I‘m- I-’

‘I-’ you chuckled incredulously, ‘fuck Hayward. I‘m sorry. For everything.’ You hissed and rolled your eyes in annoyance at the thought of your ex-boss.

Wanda tried to process your words speechlessly. She has been alone for so long, and now a stranger stood at her front door, knowing exactly about everything she so badly wanted to make unhappen.

‘No seriously. He‘s unbe-’ your gaze fell to your leg that was now in the light of the cabin, and you could see your injury. Not only was it coated in blood, you also could see a bit of bone standing out. ‘-be…liev… I think I'm gonna pass ou-’ you collapsed, but before your body hit the ground, red wisps surrounded your unconscious body and prevented you from it.

Wanda carefully lifted you through the cabin and laid you down on the couch. She had no idea who she had now lying in her guest room, but this person must have seen through Hayward‘s ill intentions.

And she couldn‘t disregard an injured person out in the dark, could she?

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fanfiction #elizabeth olsen x you #mcu imagine

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Peter Parker x Reader

Imagine: Peter is supposed to walk you home but is late...

warnings: fluff

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Peter trotted along the streets of his neighbourhood. He noticed that dusk was slowly setting in and the streets were filling up with eerie figures. Nervously, he played with the straps of his school bag and increased his walking speed. Today, the very evening he was going to walk you home from the supermarket (where you always work after school), his spidey senses went haywire.

The young man was still about five blocks away from your workplace, when suddenly a masked giant passed him by. Peter sighed and disappeared into a side alley to put on his suit and deal with what's happening all around him.

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You glance nervously at your wristwatch. It was now half an hour after the end of your shift. Peter had promised to be here ten minutes before closing time. You rummage in your pocket for your mobile phone to leave him another voice message on the answering machine, which were slowly becoming desperate.

You walk through the shop one more time, check the staff rooms for cleanliness and the work schedule for the coming weekend. All done. You finally decide to leave for home in 10 minutes.

After you have switched off the lights and are putting on your jacket, Peter bursts into the shop. He's wearing a parka, but you can tell he's hiding his Spiderman suit underneath.

"I'm sorry." Peter comes closer to you with rapid breaths. You examine him closely for any injuries and hug him after he signals that he is alright. You kiss him relieved on the cheek. 'Just glad you're alright." Peter kisses your hand and pulls you after him.

"I brought you flowers-" Peter clenches his fist and curses under his breath, "but they were unfortunately crushed during my...encounter." He holds the bouquet up to his face and hides behind it. However, your eyes begin to sparkle and you take the bouquet out of his hands. "You bought me flowers..that's adorable." And for a short while, you two just face each other and lose yourselves in each other's mesmerising eyes.

Suddenly your smartphone rings in your pocket and you realise it's your mother calling you. "Damn, it's late!" You cringe and finally lock the shop. Peter runs a few steps after you and hugs you sideways to walk you home.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker andrew garfield #andrew garfield imagine

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isabelldrabbles · 1 year

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Fiona Gallagher x Reader

Imagine: You surprise Fiona...

warnings: smoking

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“Good morning Gallaghers! Rise and shine, everybody!” You storm through the door and shout through the whole house, plastic bags with orange juice, bagels and donuts in your hands. Carl and Debbie are the first to greet you and take your bags. They put the takeaway on the table and start tearing them open, chowing the food down.

You mess up Carl's hair and laugh as he throws a bagel at you. "Carl, Fiona told you not to throw food!" Debbie rolls her eyes at her immature brother and sighs. "Exactly Carl, get a grip." You laugh at the middle finger Carl gives you in return.

"Hey, didn't know you were coming so early. And that you brought food-" Ian pats you on the shoulder and gets a coffee. "You know, I had to come early if I wanted to see my favourite Gallagher before her shift." You get a collective eww! from all the present Gallaghers and sit down at the table.

Lip, who has just come from upstairs, throws his valuables into his backpack and tells his siblings to eat faster. "You're lucky Fiona didn't hear that, (Y/N)." You hold your hands up innocently.

"Didn't hear what?" Fiona suddenly appears from the back of the house, Liam in her arms, looking around the room in confusion. "Oops, gotta go." The Gallagher siblings all immediately disappear from the room and make their way to school. Fiona puts Liam in the highchair and stands in front of you, hand on her hip and eyebrows raised.

You chuckle. "I'm glad to see you too."

"Didn't hear what?!" repeats Fiona, going into the kitchen to take care of the breakfast leftovers. You get up and stand beside her in the kitchen to help her. "I just told them I stopped by early so we could spend some more time together. That's all." Fiona releases a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She leans back against the wall and you stand in front of her and you hold her by her arms. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. Just had a restless night, Liam and Frank...." She sighs, and you take her face in your hands and caress her cheeks with your thumbs.

"Thanks for breakfast, they're always extra happy when you come over. I am, too." She kisses you briefly before you let go of her and grab something from your bag. "I got you something too, catch! Favorite cigarettes for my favorite girl." You toss her Marlboros and she grins as she catches the pack. "Shall we smoke one?"

"Easy, easy, Fi. The best is yet to come." The oldest Gallagher looks at you dumbfounded and can't believe it as you pull a cheque out of your wallet. "I've been promoted. The next purchase is on me."

Fiona jumps at you and you catch her, her legs wrapping around your waist and arms around your neck. In an instant, she showers your body with kisses. And before you can say anything, she pulls you up the stairs. After you smoke a cigarette from her pack, the cigarette butt is not the only thing that flies around.....

#fiona gallagher x reader #fiona gallagher x you #fiona gallagher imagine #shameless us #shameless imagine #shameless

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Imagine: reading books with Bucky

warnings: fluff

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“What book is it gonna be this time?”

Bucky would stand before your bookshelf and scan through the titles, his tongue sharpened and a concentrated look on his face.

After rummaging for what feels like an eternity, he would finally pick one and throw himself in your shared bed.

He would constantly ask you if you were ok with his choice, and you would laugh, cause after all it is your book and you would read it some time anyway.

You would cuddle in his arms and lean on his breast, letting his voice distract you and enter an alternative reality.

He would give every single character a different voice or accent, and you wouldn’t be able to contain your laughter.

And one time, he read The Hobbit to you.

When he noticed he had read this book before in the 1930s, he started to babble excitedly.

You had to remind him to talk slower that you can understand him.

He told you stories about the first edition, where he read it and how he couldn’t put it away before finishing it.

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You would take turns reading, him stroking your hair while reading, or lying on your belly.

Sometimes, you would even fall asleep, listening to his calming voice after a hard day.

He would stop immediately after noticing you weren’t listening anymore, and would put the book away. He wanted you to make the experience of getting to know a book together.

When you finished a book, you would discuss it the following days. Arguing about the good and bad parts, rating it, and discussing the most important topics.

And boy, that could escalate. After all, you both were passionate about books.

if you had different opinions, you could get mad at one another and don’t talk to each other for a few hours.

But after a bit, you would laugh at the fight and just accept that having various opinions is okay.

Also, if your book had a film adaptation, you would watch it timely, of course.

———

“Hey James?”

“Hmm?”

„I would trust you with my favorite book. And my first editions.“

“I would trust you with my favorite book. Or my first editions.”

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan imagine

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Dani Miranda x Reader

Imagine: You wake up in the middle of the night, a bruised Dani Miranda in front of your door.

warnings: fluff, black eyes and bruises

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Awakened by a loud thunder, you wake up. The temperature in your room is muggy and oppressive, you can hardly breathe. The window panes reflect the lightning over the city. You sigh.

You turn to your bedside table and take a sip of water from your glass. As you put it down, you glance at the neon numbers on your alarm clock. 11.38 p.m. It's going to be a long night.

You wake up again. This time it is not because of the thunderstorm, which has turned into a soothing downpour over the hours, but because of a distant ringing. Maybe it was just a bell in your dream. Ring. Ring. Nope, real life. Who else is awake at this hour? You sigh again and straighten up. As you put your feet on the floor and search for your slippers, you glance at the clock. 2.56 a.m.

On your way out of your bedroom, you put on your dressing gown as you walk and run your fingers dreamily along the wall of the room until you finally hit the switch for the light. As the lamps for the corridor and the living area switch on, you are dazzled and curse softly. You check again that the bucket for all emergencies is next to the pull-out couch before you take the last steps to the door. It wouldn't be the first time that former school friends and family members stayed at your place after partying at the club nearby.

Ring. Ring.

"Jesus Christ." You roll your eyes aggressively. "Sorry I‘m not faster at this hour!" You unlock the locks and turn the doorknob. As you carefully open the door and look up from below, you are surprised.

"Dani?!"

The brunette stands in front of you in a fancy black designer dress. And she's bleeding.

"Shit Dani, what have they done to you?" You look in shock at her black eye and the wounds on her face.

"I didn't know exactly where to go and then I remembered you live in Vienna ... and now I'm here. I shouldn't have come here, sorry. It was stupid."

"Well, you're already here and you've already woken me up. Now come in, knowing you, you have no time to waste." You pull her into the flat by one hand and close the door. Dani looks at you nervously. "I was going to check in with you after what happened in Zurich, but-" "How bad from one to five is it? Are you being followed, are you in bad trouble or 'just' an unpleasant confrontation?" You interrupt her as you walk towards the bathroom. She follows you and looks down at the floor in shame. "An unpleasant confrontation."

You open the medical kit in the mirror and take out bandages, plasters, alcohol to disinfect and painkillers. "Here, sit down." You flip the lid on the toilet and point to it as you soak a pad with alcohol.

"You-you don't have to do this." Dani's tired voice rings out in the sound of the bathroom.

"I know I'm not a super agent. But even kids in kindergarten have scrapes that need to be treated all the time." Dani smiles gratefully and then winces in pain as she moves her face too much. "Hold still." You step closer to her and place the bandages against the windowsill. In one hand you hold the cotton wool to disinfect, with the other you brush her messy hair out of her face and gently turn her head. She puts her hand on the wrist of your hand. After a short silence and the occasional hiss of pain, you clear your throat.

"What happened?" You ask quietly, as if that would cause her to tell you more.

Dani helplessly whispers your name. "You know I can't tell you that."

"CIA business, I see." You twist the bottle of alcohol shut and throw the used cotton bits into the bin. You now stick plasters on her wounds and have to concentrate very hard on them so as not to get lost in her eyes.

"You know what, actually I don't understand anything. I hate it. I hate that I don't get to see you much. I hate that most of the time I can only see you when you're hurting and need help. I hate that every time I hear the news, I'm scared that I'm going to hear that CIA agents have been killed. That I can't even hear once in a while if you're still alive and how you're doing. I hate that I can't call you when I've had a bad day. I hate that I can never celebrate good news with you. I hate that I can't forget you. But most of all, I hate that I can't hate you for it."

Dani looks at you with an open mouth, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She straightens up as you frantically pack the medical supplies. "I- I-" She whimpers and looks ashamed at the floor. "Um," she gulps, "I'm losing blood." "Damn it!" You immediately drop everything and catch her as you notice her collapse.

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"That beautiful dress." You whine softly, preparing it for a wash. You haven't been able to sleep yet - after the first aid, cleaning blood and all the adrenaline, you've lost all sense of tiredness...or at least suppressed it.

"It was Louis Vuitton." You turn quickly to the voice and look at Dani in surprise. "Oh god, my heart!." You blurt, reaching for your heart. You take a couple of steps towards the bed. "How are you?"

"I've been better-" you take a breath to say something "but I've also been worse." You nod, half-convinced, and sit down on the edge of the bed. "I should hope so, this is my bed you're lying in after all." You joke.

"And I'm extremely grateful to you for that." Dani takes your hand. "I mean it. Thank you." Her black eye and wounds - now covered with zoo animal plasters - mark her otherwise elegant and soft face.

"You're welcome." You squeeze her hand and notice a loose plaster. You gently run your hand over it, then stroke her chin with your hand. You've really memorised the feel of her skin. You slide a little closer.

"I don't work for the CIA anymore. Today was my last assignment." Dani whispers, still holding your hand, trying to control her breathing while you are so close.

"What?" You look at her in disbelief. "No more being an agent?"

"Kind of. I'm not incredibly popular there at the moment. So we have a deal. And-" She closes her eyes briefly for courage. "It's getting time to settle down and, who knows, I might want to start a family."

You grin uncontrollably and slowly but surely brush against Dani's lips. "I'm sorry about that, for you and your career." Dani laughs and shakes her head carefully. "No you're not."

You bite your lips lightly as you practically hover over her lips. "No, I'm not. I'm done hating. Today is love." Dani pushes you away and holds her hands over her face as she laughs heartily. "Did you just recite a Tiktok sound? You're crazy."

"And how I am." You fling yourself onto the bed and turn your head in her direction.

"How lucky I was to never forget you." Dani pulls your face towards her with both hands and kisses you passionately.

You break your kiss and stroke her cheek with your thumb. "No unannounced departures?"

#the gray man imagine #dani miranda x reader #dani miranda x you #ana de armas imagine #ana de armas x you #dani miranda imagine #the gray man fanfiction

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Imagine: the couple watches Titanic and Natasha gets upset.

warnings: kinda sad at the end

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You huffed and rolled your eyes at the scene that was currently playing on tv. Somehow, your girlfriend Natasha made you watch ‘Titanic’ on your movie night - she has never seen it before and insisted on learning about the popular film. You have regretted it since minute one, but you kept silent to not ruin the experience for her.

At least you kept silent until now. But the ship just sank and Rose was laying on the door, Jack drifting beside her in the cold water, and you couldn’t hold back your annoyed comments anymore.

‘I love you, Jack.’ Rose confesses on screen.

‘Really?! They know each other for like two days and-’ you sigh, ’she just could move on the door and make space for him. What the-’

Natasha slapped you lightly on the back of your head and urged you to be quit with calling out your name determinedly. ‘Fine.’ You mumbled and snuggled into the redhead’s embrace.

Only a couple minutes later the iconic promise scene played and you were fighting your tiredness to not fall asleep when you noticed Nat’s irregular breathing and heard a sniffle. You moved your head and searched Natasha’s eyes.

‘Awww, Tasha…’ You put your hands on her cheeks and tenderly wiped her tears away. She turned her head embarrassed and tried to hide her crying, but you couldn’t stay away when you heard her sobs. ‘Come here, Nat,’ you held your arms wide open, ‘please.’

Natasha rushed into the embrace and clutched onto you. She hid her face in her neck and started crying hard, covering your shoulder in warm tears. After you rubbed her back and prepped kisses on her hair, your girlfriend finally seemed to calm down. You sat through the end of the movie and later you were getting ready for bed.

‘Leonardo Di Caprio made the Black Widow cry. You surprise me over and over.’ You teased her while putting on your pajamas. Natasha just watched you through the mirror and rolled her eyes.

‘Listen, Rose, you're gonna get outta here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow.’ You quoted the movie exaggerated and made mocking moves while speaking your words. You changed your voice to imitate the other character. ‘I love you, Jack, but my body is co-’

‘Stop.’ You smiled at Natasha’s comment and motioned to get to her and hug her from behind - it was just then when you noticed Nat’s sad expression. ‘Please stop it.’

‘Oh Nat come on, i didn‘t mean to upset you, i was just joking.’

The redhead toweled her face down and scurried to the bed, not even looking at you. You sighed and turned around defeated. Natasha finished lotioning her hands and had already turned off her bedside lamp by the time you slipped under the covers.

You faced her in the dark and barely could make out her side profile before you searched for her hand on the blanket. When she didn’t pull away, you sighed in relief.

‘I’m sorry.’ You absently drew little circles on the back of her hand with your thumb, but she still stared at the ceiling. ‘What’s the matter with my girl?’

Finally, Nat turned to you and you could see her watery eyes.

‘Promise m-’

‘Nat, you can’t be serious.’ You laughed incredulously, but when Natasha stayed serious, your expression faltered. ‘Nat…’

‘Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll survive. You won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, and never let go of that promise.’

‘Natasha I-.. that’s a joke, right?.’

She just whispered your name and looked at you with pleading eyes.

You cursed yourself for the words you were about to say, but you knew Natasha wouldn’t let go if you didn’t do it. ‘I promise.’ You sighed and kissed her hand.

‘Thank you.’

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‘Am I supposed to say ‘Never let go’ now?’ You laughed ironically while stepping forward.

You laid her favorite flowers on the ground and raised your hand to run it over the letters that were engraved in the cold stone.

‘I love you, Nat.’

Hot tears streamed down your face, and you wished nothing more than to be able to hold her again.

That was the day you swore to yourself to never give a promise again.

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