#I identify with Carol Danvers

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I identity with Carol Danvers because I too am a Lesbian and hate most men

#captain marvel #carol danvers #lgbtq+ #i hate all men #i hate men #Lesbian #Y’all i ain’t even lying #i-am-iron-man-3000 #mcu #marvel #lol #I identify with Carol Danvers

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 13

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers

Warnings: Slow burn - slightly Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - idiots in love - homophobia - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: Reader and Wanda had started building up a life together, Billy and Tommy are getting to terms with the relationshp, and darkness lurks around them without noticing.

Guys I hope you have an amazing Happy New Year! That all your wishes, needs, and dreams become a reality on this 2024.

As always, English is no my mother tongue, so please forgive the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 13

Building up a family

There was not a single sound inside the room.

At some point during the night, Wanda had turned around nuzzling her face on the crook of your neck relaxing into your scent and the warmth your body provided her. The morning had progressed slowly right outside the window, with a heavy snowstorm lashing against the house while the twins slept peacefully on their bed, with you still being out cold to the world. 

The young woman mapped out your jawline, down to your ears and your nose, her lips breaking into a soft smile when you crunched up your nose letting out a snore. She chuckled letting her fingertips travelled down your arm to your hips, closing her eyes while enjoying the memory of the night before.

She couldn’t quite shake the taste of your lips, or the softness behind your caresses, or how perfect she fit in your arms. Wanda was not used to the level of attention, or to the loving care in which she was being treated the night before; romance was something she had stopped believing in, never thinking that she deserved to be happy or to be treated with such tenderness. Last night, her soul trembled under your attention, and she wished this would never end.

“Too early to think so much,” you didn't open your eyes, your voice drowsy dragging the words while your hand sneaked inside her tee caressing the skin of her back. 

“I can't help it.” Wanda sighed leaning into you, she was about to kiss you when she put a hand on her mouth, her eyes going wide before she jerked around almost leaving the bed. 

After such a sudden movement, it was almost impossible for you to be sleepy. You too sat down with your eyes wide open and your heart rate increasing looking around trying to identify the source of such a sudden scared. Wanda put a hand on her mouth, her cheeks completely red while she looked everywhere but at you. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” You knitted your brows together, concern flashing in your eyes. 

“Yes, I just thought, we woke up and my breath…” as she said this out loud, Wanda winced with her hand firmly in place right in front of her mouth. 

You gaped at her, your eyes going from her hand to her eyes then back to her hand before you dropped back in the bed laughing. Wanda huffed never losing her blush while you put a hand on your stomach laughing as if she just said the most amusing joke ever. 

“Are you joking?” It was a rhetoric question, by the way she had reacted you knew she had taken this as a serious business. Your eyes twinkle resting on your right side your wandering hand placed on her knee. 

“You mean to tell me, after we spent the night together you're not going to greet me with a kiss until you brush your teeth?” 

Wanda stiffened her eyes lowering to your hand, she bit her lower lip while dropping the hand on her mouth. 

“No?” She could see her resolution crumbling under your intense stare. 

You raised an eyebrow lifting your weight on one arm before grabbing her by the pj's short and pulling her to you. Without meaning to, Wanda let out a whimper her hands soon falling on your shoulders which made you lose your equilibrium falling back on the bed with Wanda on top of you. You smirked kissing her back pressing her body to yours, the bad breath totally forgotten and Wanda completely enchanted by the kiss. 

Everything was perfect, her lips against yours and the trembling of her hands exploring your arms and the sides of your body. Her weight on yours accommodating to this new position. Wanda cupped your face deepening the kiss, your tongue brushing against hers teasingly… 

“Mommy?”

The knock on the door accompanied by the soft voice of a boy stopped the kiss. Wanda was completely flustered with a hint of disbelief in her eyes and her hands still on your face. You and her were breathing hard, unable to look away from one another; there was a hint of regret in Wanda's eyes when another knock on her door shook her away from you. You merely smiled sitting up while pecking her in the lips. 

“Mom?”

The door opened revealing Tommy right in front of his mother's room, he was holding a blue blanket with sleep still visible on his eyes and a big yawn a sign that he had just woken up. His eyes took into his mother's form and then went to the figure behind her, his head tilting with curiosity just as a tiny smile show on his lips. 

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hey, Tommy, are you okay?” You stepped past Wanda kneeling down in front of Tommy, the boy nodded still trying to process your precense in his mother's room. 

“I'm hungry.” 

“You and me, pal.” You picked him up in your arms turning to Wanda who was still flustered thinking about the kiss. 

You glanced into those green eyes, your features softening as they glance reassuringly to the other woman. 

“What do you say if we make pancakes, eggs, toasts and orange juice while mommy goes to see how Billy is doing?”

“Okay.” Tommy agreed brightly leaning forward until his head was resting in your shoulder. 

“Thank you, I will be down as soon as I can to help…” Wanda trailed off almost stepping back when you close the distance between the both of you, she lifted her face parting her lips ready for another kiss but you brushed your lips on her forehead. 

“Take your time, Wands, Tommy and I have breakfast covered and Billy needs your attention.” You then winked at her, your hand sliding slowly down her arm, grabbing her hand while squeezing tenderly. “You can even wash your mouth… You know? For the bad breath you were so worried about a moment ago.”

“You're impossible.” Wanda replied covering her face to hide the blush forming there. 

You chuckled turning around and leaving Wanda dumbstruck to the spot, Tommy frowned but soon his expression changed when you asked him Billy's favorite fruit for his pancakes. Wanda lift her hand to her lips, her fingers caressing the skin with a feather like touch, her eyes closing to make the memory more vivid in her mind. She had kissed you. She kissed a woman. She spent the night with a woman, and now that woman was making her weak on her knees with her heart almost leaving her chest. Wanda smiled wrapping her arms around herself before making her way to the twin's room. 

She was finally feeling the happiness she always thought was not for her. 

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The house was silent. 

Your keys fell on the bowl resting on the table beside the door. You could see America's keys there as well indicating your sister had already arrived with firm strides you made your way back to the kitchen only to find her sitting on the counter chairs eating ice cream while playing with her phone. She lifted her eyes as soon as you enter the kitchen, the smile on her face told you everything you needed to know about the night before. You sat beside her, your own lips curling into a content smile she only questioned by lifting her brow at you. 

“Good night?” America followed you with her eyes, you could tell she was holding back her smirk and the obvious curiosity to know what you did.

You poured some water in a glass while grabbing the coffee maker to prepare a cup of coffee while still trying to hold onto the memories of the night before. You sat down remaining impassive for a moment, America snorted playing with the spoon full of ice cream.

“That good, eh?” America chuckled enjoying the flush on your cheeks, you leaned forward placing your arms on the table with your eyes wandering around.

“Nothing happened,” your fingers played with the mug, drawing circles around the edges before you turned the tables on your sister, “how about your night? Any good?”

America faltered briefly, shifting on the stool while shrugging nonchalantly. You chuckled taking a sip from your coffee.

“That good, eh?”

America offered a single smile but nothing else was said, silence soon filled your kitchen and it was a moment in which both of you found yourself thinking of the night before. You made your way to the coffee maker serving another cup of coffee while nodding towards America.

“Come on, kiddo, I think we need to talk.”

America sighed grabbing the bucket of ice cream and following you to the basement. The sound of the TV soon echoed through the room while the action sequence played in front of you, you sat down placing your phone on the table leaning against the chair while setting your eyes on America.

“You want me to start?” America huffed taking another spoon full of ice cream.

“Come on, you have been pinning after Kate far longer than me pinning over Wanda, so spill.”

America arranged her position on the chair and soon her mouth opened to start narrating the events of the night before. You could see the happiness radiating off of her, the softness in her voice when talking about Kate and how the night went on and on until she took Kate back home with the promise of a date the next day. America didn't stop on the kiss, but you could see how deeply affected she was by the kiss, she treasured every moment, and you couldn't help but smile at her happiness.

“We are going out today, you know? Nothing fancy, just a movie and ice cream,” America cocked her head biting her lower lip thoughtfully, “I think we are just going to take it slowly.”

“How mature.” You teased narrowing your eyes at the flush on your sister's cheeks, there was something else she was not saying and you waited for a moment before speaking.

“You're still afraid, aren't you?”

America winced, looking away, “she is my best friend, we know everything about each other, I'm just afraid we will get bored so fast that…what if it doesn't work?”

She hadn't said this to anyone, her friends were so invested in Team America/Kate that even though they had contemplated the possibility of the future, none of them understood the root of America's fear. She had been in love with Kate the best part of her childhood and teen years, but being in a relationship with someone was far more complicated than love. America lifted her eyes, finding yours easily, and then something inside your head clicked. 

You and Shuri had been best friends, you had danced around one another until one day you just couldn't take any longer and kissed her. Your relationship with Shuri had been a rocky one, friendship and love mixed up and there were moments in which you didn't know if it was worth breaking up a friendship for having a romantic relationship with Shuri. But you risked it all,the good and the bad, the multiple breakups and the multiple reconciliations. 

“You're not me, America, and Kate is not Shuri.” You stated firmly. “Your story is different from mine,and as such, you should live it. Take your time, get to know a part of Kate no one has met so far, one day at a time, kiddo and the answers will come on their own.”

America smiled hugging you tightly, she knew she could count on you and your words. It had been so long since they sat like this to discuss their lives, America really missed you in ways she never thought possible. America knew that changes were inevitable and the both of you were going through a moment in your lives that seemed to define the future you would share. 

The sound of an explosion called your attention, the world crumbling on the TV. America turned to the TV as well, waiting for you to start talking.

“We kissed.”

It was a simple confession, you furrowed your brows thinking about the kisses you shared with Wanda, the warmth from her body, the sight of her smile. Your heart fluttered inside your heart,a glimpse of hope shining in your eyes, something that didn't go amiss from your sister.

“How was it?”

You chuckled, dropping your head before resting it on the back of the sofa.

“It was soft,” you chewed on your lower lip before turning to look at America grinning at you, “I mean, I'm used to the passion, you know? Like this wild meeting of lips and the need…but with her it was…soft.”

America lifted an eyebrow, she could see the kiss had shaken something inside you. You fixed your position on the sofa, sitting with your legs crossed as you continued.

“I am the first woman she is with, and we also are taking things slowly.”

“Slowly?” America furrowed her brows, a teasing tone leaving her words. “But you spent the night with her.”

“Well, yeah,but we just slept, nothing else.”

“You slept? Like falling asleep?”

You rolled your eyes, America snorted lifting her arms with a disbelief stare corssing her eyes.

“Just sleep.”

“Shut up.” You threw a pillow to her,America chuckled, grabbing the pillow and pressing it against her body. “We just slept, I made her breakfast, helpedwith the twins and then came here to get a shower and a change of clothes.”

“You really like her.” America declared with a sigh. 

“I do.”

“Doesn't it scare you that she has children and we'll…”

“Yes, it scares the hell out of me. I know that in a way I'm playing with fire.” You dropped your eyes frowning. “I know that at some point she may said I am not what she wants or needs…god, she could even go back to her husband or find a man…”

“No, she won't.” It was the resolute tone America used what made you looked at her with a scowl.

America's lips draw in a thin line, her brown eyes gleaming dangerously while her fist clenched tightly.

“She won't go back to him, and she won't go back to anybody,Y/N.” America held your eyes for a while before shaking her head.

“What do you know?” You narrowed your eyes waiting for an explanation but America just shrugged.

“Just that you are the best thing that has happened to her and those kids, and that it may take some time but I know Professor Maximoff likes you more than she dares to admit.”

“So I take it, you approve of her?” it was supposed to be a teasing comment, but a part of you waited for the real answer.

America snorted but it was not necessary to say anything at all, it was quite obvious she approved of Wanda as much as you approved of Kate. Yet, there was a part inside America that feared for you, it was strange, but something had been bothering her for quite some time. She was afraid you would get hurt, that this newfound relationship didn't end up the way you wanted it to.

“What are you going to do today?” America could guess the answer, but she was curious either way.

You shrugged resting your head on the back of the sofa.

“Billy is still sick, so I think I will spend the afternoon with them.” You pointed to America then back at you. “but right now, I was hoping I could spend some time with you. What do you say if we take a bath and then cook something for lunch?”

“That sounds good, I'm dying to get your meat rolls and some smashed potatoes.”

You chuckled standing up, you wiggled your eyebrows grabbing your sister's hand in yours.

“Then, let's go, kiddo.”

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The room was comfortably warm, you had made the chocolate with marshmallows and Wanda had arranged the living room for her children to be comfortable enough for movie night. 

The day had been strange, yet it was everything you and her were hoping for. 

After spending most of the morning and midday with America you got to Wanda's place ready to help her out with the twins and spent a nice afternoon with her. The boys had been happy, with Billy feeling a little better and wanting to be completely healthy for Christmas. 

With the Winter holidays ready to be enjoyed, Billy and Tommy were eagerly helping Wanda decorated their home while pouting for the lack of Christmas tree. 

It was not something you gave much thought to, in all honestly Christmas was not a festivity that your family paid attention to. Of course, this was unthinkable in the Maximoff household, so Wanda and the twins decided to teach you about Christmas by selecting a couple of movies you were sure to enjoy. 

“I can't believe you don't celebrate Christmas.” Wanda was fixing the mugs on a tray, selecting the smallest marshmallows. 

You rolled your eyes smiling, “it was not a huge holiday for us, decorations and trees and everything else was not something we did.”

“Any reason at all?” Wanda asked curiously, you shrugged helping her out with the chocolate. 

“Not really, my dad was not the religious kind, and while I always received gifts on Christmas Eve well…He and mom enjoyed taking us out to see the lights and decorations everywhere instead of staying home.” You tilted your head in contemplation, “you know? Sometimes we were not at home, so I guess they didn't thought it make sense to decorate if we were not going to be there to enjoy.”

Wanda placed her hands on the counter, her brows knitted together while she mused over your words. She could see the topic was not something you feel entirely comfortable with, but there was nothing but honesty behind your words. With a surge of courage running through her veins she made her way to you. You tilted your head placing your hands around her waist while she placed hers on the back of your neck pressing her body closer to yours. 

“Well, we do like to celebrate Christmas here, so as long as you are…” here Wanda trailed off, her face completely red while her eyes locked warmly with yours, “as long as you are here, I will make sure you get the spirit of Christmas decorations.”

You chuckled closing the space between the both of you, you drank in the soft sigh leaving Wanda's lips while her fingers played with he baby hair at the nape of your neck. 

“I think you are a little late for decorations, then.” You whispered against her lips. “Christmas is a week away.”

“Hence, movie night.” Wanda explained nuzzling her nose against yours, she closed her eyes softly with a tiny smile decorating her features. “We could always try it out next week, and invite Kate and America over.”

“Now, that would be fantastic.” You pulled Wanda towards you teasing her with a brush of your lips, your fingers tracing circles on her skin, your hands finding a spot under her sweater. 

“I can't…”

“Mom!” 

Wanda jumped out of your arms so fast she crashed against the closest wall hitting her head. You hit your back against the counter while Tommy and Billy stood innocently at the entrance of the kitchen, both boys frowned confusedly while Wanda massaged the back of her head and you stood frozen on the spot. 

“Tommy!” Wanda rushed to them trying to hide her blush and the guiltiness shinning in her eyes. 

“Mom, can we have the chocolate now?” Tommy asked glancing at the mugs. 

“I want to see the movie,” Billy pouted narrowing his eyes at you before turning to Wanda, “you're too slow.”

You chuckled behind Wanda hearing the sputtering and the stutter of an explanation before you clapped your hands. Wanda closed her eyes mortified when she felt your hand on her lower back her body reacting to your touch by leaning in. 

“We're sorry, guys. Mommy,” you started leaning closer to Wanda who shiver under your voice, “was explaining to me how you guys used to decorate and we were talking about getting some decorations for Christmas next week.”

Billy and Tommy lit up at this, they turned to you the to Wanda. The excitement was quite evident, and you could tell for the kids this time of the year was really important. 

“Really, mom? Can we make the tree and… And the socks?” Billy asked smiling. 

“Yes, of course, baby.” Wanda softened hearing the excited chatter of her boys as they went back to their spots on the living room. 

A shadow of the past crossed Wanda's face for a moment, you approached her placing two fingers under her chin tenderly. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

She nodded though her face never changed, and the shadows turned into a souless stare. You cupped her cheek leaning over while placing a kiss on her forehead. 

“Christmas was a time of joy, and gifts for them.” Wanda mumbled shivering under the weight of her memories. 

“Was it?” You asked, and Wanda let out a bitter smile. 

“It was the only time he was nice with them.”

You didn't need to ask who she was referring to, your face hardened and Wanda could see the subtly change in you stance. She leaned in placing a kiss on your lips. 

“It's just a bad memory.” She whispered trying to shake away those thoughts, you stopped her putting her closer to you. 

“Was he…” the question was at the tip of your tongue, Wanda looked away. 

“I'm divorcing him, Y/N, he is no longer part mine or my children's life.” 

Wanda said this with a conviction that surprised you, the young woman was looking g resolute and she was easing out your worries as much as she was comforting herself with the reality she was living at the moment. You were curious about the whole business, but seeing how Wanda was shaken out by the conversation you decided there would be time for that conversation at another time. 

“Then let's make you and the twins happy, shall we?”

Wanda broke into an easy smile, nodding while you went for the tray and got the chocolate mugs in there. Soon the four of you were sitting on the sofa and the chairs watching one of the Christmas movies selected by the twins. 

You heard the excited chatter coming from Billy and Tommy that decided to explain the movie to you while laughing. At some point during the afternoon, Wanda found a spot between your legs resting her back against your chesther head falling comfortably on your shoulder snuggling closer into your embrace while answering her children's questions. You nuzzled her hair and face, your eyes falling from time to time on the little forms of the twins that took this sudden changed as something familiar. Only Billy would gave you a light glare from time to time, only to be eased out by his brother and his mom. 

Wanda fluttered her eyes open, the screen was showing the options for the movie you just watched. The room was silent, with Billy and Tommy snuggled up on the sofa fast asleep. The young woman stirred letting out a sight when she felt your hands wrapping protectively around her mid section. 

When Wanda tilted her head up she could see you were asleep. Your mouth slightly open in a position that would certainly give you beckpain at some point.

“Hey, love,” Wanda caressed your face trying to wake you up, the loving term leaving her lips without her notice, “love, time to wake up, you're going to hurt your neck.”

You groaned wrapping your arms around her, she yelped falling right on top of you while you grunted opening your eyes to see Wanda completely red in the face with her body pressed against yours. 

“What time is it?”

“Time to wake up and let me up?” Wanda struggled pressing her hands on your shoulders ready to stand up, you chuckled helping her up while following soon after. 

“God, my neck.”

Wanda chucked, turning off the TV, she hesitated before standing behind you and allowing sweet messages on your shoulders up to your neck. 

“You fell asleep in a very uncomfortable position,” Wanda leaned to the side, her eyes drifting from you back to the twins. 

“But it was worth it if I got a chance to sleep with you.” You turned all of a sudden letting your arms sneak around the woman's midsection bringing your lips to hers. 

Wanda gasped giving into the kiss until she remembered her sons sleeping so close by. She was still trembling, gaze glazed over while her lips couldn't stop the smile from decorating her features. You returned the gesture, but understanding her hesitation you stepped back. 

“I'm sorry, they…”

You nodded, “I know, and I understand. Let me help you put them to bed and I'll be out.”

You turned around surprised at the fingertips caressing the back of your hand. Wanda stood there, biting her lower lip with her brows knitted together. 

“Are you leaving so soon? I'm still trying to figure out some things, Billy and Tommy…”

Her words surprised you even more, you tilted your head turning to face Wanda hearing her explanations, the nervous tapping of her fingers while the doubt filling up her eyes. You knew even though the boys had seen you that morning in Wanda's bedroom, and they had known something was up, they were still in the dark about their mother entering a new relationship, trying to navigate strange waters. And Wanda found herself torn in pieces because of this, because of her need to want to be with you, or the fluttering of her heart when she kissed you. She was just trying to live the day by day while also holding onto you, and it was scary and messy. 

You let your body relax, your lips breaking into a half smile. 

“Wands, if you want, I can stay,” you kept your distance but never let go of her hand, “I know you need to talk to them, and that for now it would be better if they don't catch us, and I can wait.”

“Why?” The question left Wanda before she could stop it, you sighed snorting while shrugging your shoulders. 

“I just think you are worth the wait, and wouldn't it be amazing to discover how amazing we could be together? As a family?”

 Wanda didn't have any words after such a declaration, but you stopped whatever she could say was stopped by you leaning in to kiss her cheek. 

“You, Billy, Tommy America and I…I just think, how crazy would it be if everything fits in the end?” You leaned back winking at Wanda. “So, I'm willing to wait and to try.”

Wanda pressed her lips together, her heart fluttering in her chest while her soul melted under your words. Wanda was certain that never before had she experienced the overwhelming emotions you woke in her. For the very first time she felt safe, and she even dared to say loved: and this new experience scared her, but excited her all the same. Whatever happened, Wanda Maximoff knew that you were already taking a special spot in her heart, and it would be a matter of time for Wanda to give in and fall in love with you. 

“You can help me with Tommy and I take care of Billy.” Wanda said as an answer to your words, you nodded happily leading the way to where the twins were fast asleep.

In the end, both of you decided that the best option was for you to go back home. America was waiting for you, and you had spent so much time out that you had missed the time alone with your sister a of late. Wanda for her part was also exited about the random invitation she had received from Natasha and Maria to spend Sunday with them; the new friendships she had started building were something Wanda was dying to cultivate and thus, the decision was easy just like that.

The goodbye came along with a kiss, and Wanda linger in your embrace long enough to offer you the sweetest of smiles that you treasured that night just before going to sleep.

The future look brighter, and the new year approaching offered just the best of possibilities to you and her. What could possibly go wrong?

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He remembered the first time his eyes fell upon Wanda Maximoff.

She was standing in the shadows during one of the meetings his father held at home to gather some business partners. Jarvis had always been taught the right ways to make business, and his father had set his eyes on a recently arrived man from Sokovia that brough great money and new opportunities to get connections.

She was shy, quiet, and almost invisible standing behind her mother while letting her green eyes wandered around the room. Jarvis felt attracted to her, and the moment he started speaking to her he found himself drawn to the girl.

It was easy to path the way to her and actually get what he wanted.

His father was happy to make the deal, and her father was happier knowing he not only got himself a pretty sweet deal but someone to take his daughter off of his hands. His attention to the oldest sibling, Pietro, who had a brilliant future as a sports prodigy.

As time passed by, Jarvis knew he had a long road ahead of himself, trying to shake off the idea of studying and having a job inside Wanda’s mind was not easier, more so if her mother encouraged her to be one of those filthy harlots that thought themselves above men. But Jarvis had been taught patience, and he waited while working on Wanda getting her away from her mother first, then her brother…

And then, something magical, something amazing and beautiful happened.

Pietro and his mother died.

An unfortunate accident, but enough to finally get Wanda under his full control.

Jarvis tried to really get Wanda into the right path, to be the loving and just husband she didn’t deserved, but the young woman had always been stubborn and quite impossible. He had taught her the hard way, the soft way, how she should behave and while it did work for a while, well…Jarvis thought having brats would make it easier but if anything, it made her impossible to deal with.

Even in sex, Wanda was not even good at, and having to go with someone that struggled far too much lost its charm after a while.

Still, Wanda was his.

He had the paperwork that placed her under his property, under his name, and thus the woman and those children were his.

The beep coming from the computer broke his concentration, Jarvis lifted his eyes to see the files had finally been transfer to the USB he brought with him. He smirked. This company had enough material that he could sell in the black market, but he already had a couple of buyers that were trying to get their hands on nanotechnology and biotechnology for military applications.

Jarvis would be more than happy to have the change to destroy Y/N Y/L/N.

The memory of your filthy hands on Wanda, of her behaving like a slut clinging to you while kissing you. Jarvis clenched his fists closed; he knew Wanda was broken. H thought he had forced that sin out of her after so many nights together, after breeding her…but of course, once rotten…

Jarvis took a deep breath.

He had everything planned out already, it was a matter of time.

One more week, and he would be able to not only destroy you and your company, but also get what was his under his control once more.

He smirked, the bluish light coming from the computer reflecting on his face; one more week, and he would have his family with him once more, and then everything would be over.

The light disappeared leaving the room in complete darkness, Jarvis stood up and left the office humming to himself a familiar song while his fingertips tapped fast on the screen of his phone.

I have the files, there is only one more set of blueprints and this will be over. Do you have something for me?

They’re visiting Santa at the mall. She is not alone, of course, it seems her lover is everything you are not.

Jarvis narrowed his eyes, almost broking the phone and losing his footing when Agatha sent over a picture of Wanda and the twins, right beside her smiling face was Y/N standing contently with her hands on her waist. Jarvis scowled shaking his head while returning to the keypad.

Find out when would be the best time for me to pay them a visit, Agatha. I would like nothing more than to give my wife and my children a visit they won’t forget.

I will, don’t worry. But I expect my reward once I’m home…I can barely wait to have you inside me…

Jarvis chuckled darkly closing the phone and entering the lift.

He smirked once more, though his face was a mask of pure rage.

Soon.

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Christmas Eve was just three days away.

Wanda and Kate had made it their task to bring over the joy of the season by taking you and America down to the mall to get some decorations while also picking up a tree. The last week had been strange to say the least; you and Wanda started getting closer while also spending time with your family and friends. It was strange, at first.

You longed to be beside Wanda, to perhaps grab her hand in yours and take her on dates and spend the nights with her. You yearned for Wanda, and whenever you two were alone you could tell the other woman felt the same. But there was something stopping you and her.

It was not that difficult to discover what it was, Wanda was not only afraid of the relationship but also about her children’s reaction and you being a woman. For her it was quite evident everything was new, and while sometimes you wished it was easier, you were quite ready to wait for her.

So, for the best part of the week you two had spent some quality time with friends and family, and just give one another a couple of minutes or hours at night to just talk and continue with the routine you had stablished before Winter break.

“I think we can get the tree from the emporium right around the corner from Olympia.” Kate put a hand on her chin, her eyes narrowed while she counted her options out loud.

Wanda grabbed some lights nodding in agreement, her brows knitting together while facing Kate.

“I didn’t know there was one nearby.”

“Oh, you know? It’s only for the season, usually they have a parking lot there.” Kate grinned when her eyes caught sight of America, Billy, Tommy and Y/N walking towards them.

“So, Professor…”

“Wanda, please, we’re not in school at the moment, Kate.” Wanda offered a half smile to the young woman who smiled pleased.

“Well, Wanda, you and Y/N,” Wanda tensed lightly her smile dropping into a nervous grimace, “are you guys dating or something?”

Wanda grabbed a couple of lights, turning to the group before facing Kate.

“I think we are trying yes, are you dating America?”

“Finally! God, those two are almost impossible to get, but once you do, they can be the best thing that had happened to you.” Kate then stepped forward leaving a thoughtful Wanda behind.

America lifted her hands, both of them carrying two ice cream cones.

“I think I got the right flavour, but if I did not you can have mine.” America blushed hard when Kate came over to kiss her hard on the lips before taking one of the cones.

“Don’t worry, baby, whatever you choose I bet I would love it.”

Billy and Tommy made faces, putting their hands on their mouths to cover the giggles. Kate smirked satisfied at leaving her girlfriend dumbstruck, you rolled your eyes extending the cup to Wanda.

“I got you Jazmin tea, honey, no milk, right?” You offered the other woman a teasing smile, Wanda grabbed the cup letting her fingertips brushed against yours.

“Thank you, that’s perfect.”

America and Kate watched the interaction a little confused, though Tommy and Billy had also paid close attention to what was happening. Billy frowned crossing his arms while never taking his eyes off of you. Wanda bit her lower lip and then, all of a sudden, leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Thank you.” She repeated, you grinned at her winking the moment however was broken by Billy who decided to get in the way pushing you away while standing in front of his mom.

“Mom! I wanna go home!” Billy stomped his foot down glaring at Wanda then at you crossing his arms while pouting.

You could tell Wanda was really shocked by this reaction, but in all fairness, you had guessed this would happen sooner or later. It had been not a secret for the best part of the week, that Billy Maximoff did not seem overly found of the closeness you shared with his mom. You had decided to not get in the way on how Wanda talked to her children, and you knew this conversation was something they should deal with but you couldn’t help it when you saw the hurt crossed Wanda’s eyes at the outburst and the glare Billy was sending her way.

“Hey, Billy, what do you say if we go see Santa and…”

“SANTA DOESN’T EXIT! YOU…YOU DOOFUS!”

“Billy!”

Billy opened his eyes wide shocked at his scream, Tommy stepped back hiding himself behind America and Wanda just stood there frozen. Billy’s lower lip quivered and he just took off down the hall towards the exit of the shop.

Wanda lifted her eyes at you, and you nodded to her.

“Go, I’ll stay with Tommy.”

Wanda went after her son without looking back, her heart hammering against her chest at the sudden flashback she got from those times Vision would scream at her and the twins. Tommy shifted glancing back at his mom, before going to you and hugging you tightly.

“You’re not a doofus, Y/N.” You knelt ruffling Tommy’s hair.

“I know, Tommy, don’t’ worry.” You softened lightly when you realized this outburst had affected greatly the other boy.

“Santa is not real, but that’s okay…” Tommy shrugged hugging you tightly. “You’re the best gift mommy could have.”

You frowned though you returned the hug, America and Kate glanced at one another wincing when you sent an inquisitive stare their way.

“Thank you, Tommy.” You leaned back tilting your head, “what do you say if we go to Santa either way? I’m pretty sure that out there, somewhere, the real Santa can hear you out and perhaps we can ask for a nice gift for Christmas.”

Tommy crunched up his nose, his eyes narrowed before he shrugged nodding.

“Okay.”

You chuckled grabbing his hand in yours, “then, Kate, America lead the way, we’re going to see Santa!”

*****

Wanda caught up with Billy just right around the corner leading to the bathroom.

Billy was sobbing pressing his arm on his face, the tears rolling down his cheeks hiccupping. Wanda dropped to her knees, her own tears glistening in her eyes. She didn’t know what the scene was about, but she knew there was something bothering Billy greatly, and his reaction had scared him as much as it had scared Wanda.

“Billy?” She asked tentatively, a hand placing itself on his shoulder.

Wanda gasped almost falling over when Billy wrapped his arms around her crying against her shoulder. It broke her heart to see just how hurt he was, how much he was feeling at the moment without being completely sure as to why he was experimenting those emotions. The young woman picked him up in her arms and took him inside the hall leading to the restrooms, never stopping the waved of comforting words from leaving her lips.

The bathroom was empty, Wanda took Billy to the counter sitting him down while going over for some paper towels to clean him up. 

The boy was sulking, his arms crossed while the tears rolled down his cheeks, some snot coming out that he kept sniffling. Wanda couldn't keep the frown off her face, she was still wondering what had actually happened to make her son react in such a way. Wanda hated how alike Vision he had been at that moment, and watching him right now only made Wanda think that she wasn't the only one in need of therapy. 

“Let me clean this up,” she smiled, drying the tears tenderly, her own eyes gleaming with unshed tears, “and here, you can blow your nose.”

Billy winced, dropping his stare when Wanda poked his nose. The young woman sighed, she opened the tap washing her hands while taking a couple of paper towels to the water. She lifted Billy's face, never missing the chance to smile reassuringly to her son. 

“Now, you want to tell me what happened?”

Her words were soothing, more like a concern inquiry than a reproach. Billy winced, his lips quivering just as he tightened the hold of his arms around himself. Wanda didn't press the matter, making sure to freshen up Billy's face while cleaning him softly. 

“Is it me? Perhaps, Tommy?” Wanda kept her questions casual, as if she was just naming people as they came in her mind. “America? Or, Y/N?”

The boy tensed, lifting his face to glance at Wanda in the eye. Wanda could feel her heart shattering, a revolting emotion twisting her stomach as her son looked away pouting. 

“You don't… You don't like her?”

She held her breath waiting for an answer. Her heart fluttered with Hope to get a negative answer from her son; when she left Vision she promised herself to put her children first and her own needs, fears and wants, on the background. She would never submit her children to an abusive relationship, or to someone that might hurt them or might make them feel uncomfortable. That was the reason she had held back with you, she knew what she was feeling with you was something she had yearn but her children came first. And she loved you even more for understanding. 

“I don't want mommy and Tommy hurt.” Billy whispered, dropping his arms down, he lowered his face sniffling some more. 

“Oh, baby,”  Wanda hugged him tightly, and after a moment of hesitation Billy hugged her back, “I would never let anyone hurt me or you or Tommy ever again.”

She leaned back offering a soft smile, her eyes seeking out those of Billy. 

“You and Tommy are my main concern, if you think Y/N is hurting me…”

Billy shook his head frowning, he opened his mouth before closing it again. Wanda waited until the young boy spoke. 

“You were happy with daddy.” He mumbled, Wanda's blood ran cold and she tried to hold back her expressions thinking how to continue with the conversation. 

“Do you miss daddy?” Wanda winced at the last word, Billy scrunched up his nose shaking his head. 

“No! Daddy hurt you and Tommy and me! But he made you happy and then…”

Wanda knew right there and then that her children had seen enough to take upon their shoulders a responsibility that was not theirs. She knew they had heard them, she knew at some point they had seen Vision hurting her as much as they had heard the words and insults he screamed at her; but Wanda thought, quite naively, that her children had not been completely aware of this. 

Now that she was at the gates of a new relationship, of finding someone nice and loving and someone she was dying to give a chance to, their fears of history repeating itself came into play.

“Do you think Y/N is capable of hurting me or you or your brother?”

Billy opened his eyes at such a question, and his first instinct was to shake his head until he just stopped and shrugged. If he were to contemplate the last couple of days and weeks, he would have to say no. She had taken care of Tommy when he was sick, and she made Wanda smile, she made Wanda laugh and relax and be so happy that Billy had been bothered about it at some point. He had been waiting for the screams, and the punches, and the tears…but they never came, and then…today, mommy had kissed Y/N and Billy had been afraid. What if they kiss and then everything changes? Billy had seen how daddy kissed mommy and then he would start teaching her a lesson; how they had been a happy family only to go back home and be afraid all over again.

But you…

“No.” Billy answered softly, then he shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Oh, Billy, I know that we have had a rough experience before,” Wanda reasoned, cupping her child’s face in her hands, “that won’t happen ever again, I promise.”

Billy nodded believing her words, he chewed on his lip before asking in the same soft voice.

“Do you like Y/N?” Billy gauged his mother’s expression, his words piling up in his mouth, “Balder said you like her and that soon you will kiss like Kate and America, and that will be so gross, but it’s what mommys and daddys do when they love each other but you will be a mommy and Y/N would be a step-mother, and we have to make sure she is not like Cinderella or Snow White’s step-mother…”

Wanda stood there gaping at her son, her cheeks tingling with the blush forming around her face while her heart skipped several beats at such detailed explanation. She certainly needed to have a serious conversation with Loki and Balder’s education. Billy sat there narrowing his eyes at his mom waiting for an answer that Wanda was trying to organise internally. 

“Okay, I…I like her, Billy, and I like her a lot.” Wanda started measuring her words to make sure Billy understood, the boy tilted his head with his eyes gleaming strangely at her, “she makes me happy, and we decide to just see what happens, but for now she is just…”

Wanda trailed off not knowing how to put into words what she wanted to convey, Billy furrowed his brows helping his mother who was having some difficulty in talking.

“Girlfriend? Like Kate and America?” Wanda closed her eyes, mortified, before nodding.

“Yes, she is not…I mean, stepmother is such a strong word, right now I just…” Wanda let out a heavy sigh placing her hand on top of Billy’s head. “Do you like her?”

Billy pressed his lips together; it took him a minute to answer but when he did a weight lifted from Wanda’s shoulders.

“I do. She makes you so happy.” Billy then threw himself into Wanda’s arms, “I love you, mommy, I’m sorry I screamed at you.”

“It’s okay, baby, everything is going to be fine.”

___________

The line to meet with Santa was a long one.

You lifted your face to see Wanda coming closer, Billy holding her hand tightly while smiling at her. Wanda sensed your eyes on her, she lifted her face and soon found the comfort of your stare on her; you raised a brow in a silent question the other woman understood perfectly, she nodded and Billy furrowing his brows followed the line of vision of his mom to you. He hesitated but soon went to Tommy hugging him tightly.

“Are you alright?” You kept your distance, though your tone of voice dripped with concern that Wanda found endearing.

“I am.” She then stepped closer wrapping her arms around you, her body relaxed when you returned the hug though you couldn’t keep away the confusion of this sudden reaction.

America centred her attention on the twins, Billy was still serious but Tommy was smiling happily while dragging his brother away with the stories he just heard from you about Santa and his secret allies that helped him make wishes come true.

“It seems everything is alright now.” Kate whispered, America shrugged turning to where you and Wanda were still pretty closed.

“Seems that way.” Kate pecked her on the nose winking at her.

“Come, I think they need an alone time and we can watch over the twins.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, the weight of Wanda in your arms soothing whatever worries you had sewn the moment she went after Billy. It was a moment of only the both of you, with the laughter and conversation of people happening around, she leaned back offering you the most beautiful smile she could put on at the moment.

“Everything alright?” You asked brushing her hair out of her face, she nodded leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

This made you opened your eyes, you glanced at the twins then back at her, but Wanda didn’t move an inch away from you nor did she shy away from the kiss.

“Everything alright.” Wanda offered you a pearly smile, her eyes dropping to your lips then back to your eyes. “What do you say if we go get that tree and, if you’re not averse to the idea, we can decorate your home? I mean, I don’t want to pretend…”

“I would love to spend Christmas with you, and the twins.” You returned the smile, tilting your head you could see everyone discussing right at the end of the line. “So, they really don’t’ believe in Santa?”

Wanda winced shrugging, “their father…he beat it out of them.”

She was afraid of looking into your face, and when she did she could see the silent anger going through your expression. The change in your eyes, and the tension building up in your muscles your jawline clenched tightly and your hold on her tightened into a protective stance.

“He…He beat it out?” Your voice was cold, and it sent a shiver of fear down Wanda’s back.

She stepped back not liking the sensation, she merely nodded and you took a deep breath to tried and keep under control your emotions. You stepped closer to her, tilting your head to capture her eyes in yours.

“Did he do something else?”

Wanda offered a bitter smile, her arms around herself and you knew your reaction was not the best to reassure her about your feelings for her or the information she shared with you. You let out a heavy sigh, putting a hand on your head before relaxing your expression.

“A lot of things but, it’s not important now,” Wanda hoped this could at least give you some light of what she had lived before, on why her children had been so introvert at the beginning and why Billy was so overprotective of her and Tommy.

You opened your mouth but didn’t know what to say, the words did not come as easily as you expect them to. Wanda waited for a reaction, for you to say that you couldn’t continue with the relationship, or that you really didn’t want to get into something so mess up. What was worse, she was waiting for you to ask for details, to feed on the stories of a past she wanted to forget.

She closed her eyes melting under the kiss you pressed on her forehead.

“Whenever you are ready,” your lips lingered for just a couple of minutes more, “I know it may not be a lot but, I won’t let anything bad happen to you, to Billy and Tommy.”

“I know.” Wanda whispered back grabbing your hand and squeezing comfortingly, “now, about that tree and that Christmas decorations…”

You chuckled winking at her, “okay then, let’s go!”

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The last couple of days had been a complete rollercoaster for you and America.

It had been so long since the both of you enjoyed the family festivities you had almost forgotten about the family and friends you two had out there. Stephen and Christine had prepared a little gathering for New Year, once they heard of you and America decorating your home they decided it was time to continue with the traditions.

“It’s just a light dinner, everyone is going to be there and you can bring a plus one.” Christine winked at you while nodding towards Wanda who was laughing at Stephen while the twins, America and Kate worked on the decorations on the tree.

“Gods, you guys are not gonna let me life this down, are you?”

“Nope, and you better get used to it, missy.” Christine placed her hand on top of yours softening while offering you her motherly smile. “You look happy, and this woman and her children they had come into your life at the right time.”

“They are amazing, you know?”

“I know.” Christine took another sip from her chocolate, “I know you want to spend Christmas with them, so that’s why I told Stephen we could change our plans this year for New Year’s Eve.”

“You guys are awesome, I think we will do it, I know America misses you and your food and I guess…well, it has been a while.”

“Exactly! You won’t regret it and if, by any chance you can’t get back we still have your old room fixed.”

“Oh, you haven’t changed it into a gym?”

Christine chuckled winking at you before standing up, “Stephen tried to make it into one, I didn’t allow it.”

You laughed shaking your head while putting the dishes on the dishwasher. Christine joined in the fun in the living room, she commanded Stephen to bring in the gifts they had brought and the twins soon lit up at the word gifts. Wanda winced trying to placate them and not let them get their hopes up.

“Guys, I think they are referring to the gifts for America and Y/N…”

“You are wrong, Mrs, Maximoff.” Stephen interrupted offering a half smile, “we brought gifts for everyone, I will be right back, dear. America can you help me out?”

Wanda blinked in confusion, something that Christine soon waved away.

“Oh, Wanda, you and the boys are family, of course we brought gifts for everyone. Even Kate.”

Kate perked up at the mention of her name, “really?”

“Oh, dear, after you and America were pinning for one another all these years, it was the least we could do.”

Kate rolled her eyes hiding away her flustered cheeks, soon Stephen came in with many packages and America following behind with some boxes. You stood in the distance, enjoying the scene developing in front of your eyes.

Your family was represented in all the people gathered in your living room, the sound of laughter and conversation reached out to you while the kitchen filled with the smell of food. You never thought after so many things happening in your life, that you would spend Christmas with a woman and her kids.

Wanda Maximoff had become the light of your life lately.

Her green eyes, and her beautiful smiled was something you treasured every day. The story about her past, and the fears about the present and the future was something you wished to soothe out. The young woman stood up trying to calm her children when those beautiful green eyes found yours across the room. Her smile never faltered, and you melted into the sight while patting the spot right beside you. She chewed on her lower lip flirty, tilting her head while letting go of the lost fight with the twins and joining you in the kitchen.

The kiss, as always, made your heart fluttered in your chest.

After that visit to the mall, Wanda became more open in her demonstrations of affection towards you. It was as if everything around you and the family eased out, and now there was nothing more than to keep building up the relationship you had with the redhead.

“So, what do you think about Christmas now, missy?” She waved her index finger at you, a faux frown of reproach adorning her forehead.

“I think I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world as long as it is with you.” You smirked, but Wanda rolled her eyes stepping back.

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

You chuckled wrapping your arms around her placing your chin on her shoulders while looking into the living room.

“You fell for the sweet talking I did.” Wanda tensed lightly, her smile never faltering.

“I think that I’m still a work in progress.”

You laughed shaking your head, “if you say so.”

“I know so.” Wanda turned in your arms softening slightly.

“I have something for you, but I don’t want to wait for tradition.” Your words piled out one after the other, Wanda shot her eyebrows up into her hairline surprised by your words.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I just…” You smiled sheepishly scratching the back of your neck, “I saw it and made me think of you.”

Wanda placed her left hand on her right elbow, she cocked her head with a tender smile drawn on her lips.

“I got you something as well, just…” She then smirked, “I do want to wait for tradition.”

You huffed tickling her until she was against the counter giggling trying to sweep your hands away from her.

“Come on! I want my gift!”

She ran as soon as she could, almost bumping against Tommy who had a set of Jurassic Park Lego on his hands. Wanda blushed when her son frowned grabbing the set tightly, you chuckled behind her shaking your head while kneeling in front of Tommy.

“Tsk, Wands, really if you want your gift so much I could tell America or Billy to bring it over, right Tommy?”

“Yes, mommy, look! Mr. Strange let me open mine!” Tommy lifted the set grinning, “if you ask Y/N nicely she may let you open yours.”

You laughed falling on your ass when Wanda pushed you playfully she ruffled Tommy’s hair ignoring the confused frown he was still wearing.

“That’s so nice, sweetie, what else did you got? What did Billy get?”

“Oh, he got one from Harry Potter!”

The rest of the afternoon went by with laughter, conversations, and a nice dinner.

Stephen and Christine soon discovered the changes happening around you and America, how your lives were completely different to what they were more than a year ago. The memory of your parents was still present, but you did not carry with the responsibilities as if it was a burden imposed to you but as something you were ready to take upon yourself.

You were finally happy.

And America was finally able to relax a little.

Stephen wouldn’t say it was all thanks to Wanda, but he certainly would say her sudden apparition in your life was a great factor on what you had changed in your life. The man was really happy, and finally he could put at rest his worries about you and America and go back to his best friend to tell him his daughters would be okay.

Christine grasped his hand under the table, she offered a confident smile that Strange returned nodding briefly.

“Well, I guess the time has come for us to go back.”

“What? Why?” America lowered her eyes to the watch on her wrist wincing. “Oh, I see.”

“Don’t worry, kiddo, you and Christine already got that shopping date on, right?” Stephen stood up wrapping his arms around America.

“Well, yeah, that’s true.”

“And you guys still have to go to the New Year’s Party.” Christine left no room for argument, her stern glance went from America to Kate, then to Wanda and finally to you, “it has been so long since the whole team was together, I think it is only fair if we do it this year.”

“I know, I know, don’t worry, we will be there.”

You went to say goodbye to Stephen, the man offering something to you while speaking in hush words. Wanda sensed someone behind her, and here stood Christine with her eyes softened by the sight.

“She has been through a lot, Wanda.”

“So I heard.” Wanda shifted nervously under the stare of Christine; the old woman pressed her lips together before speaking again.

“For what I heard, you have done so as well,” Wanda opened her mouth to speak but Christine shook her head, “no, there is no need to say anything. I just want a few words with you, if you allow me.”

“Sure.”

It was not as if she had any said in the matter, the woman standing before her while gently, kind and completely easy-going was in all reality a force to be reckon with. She had been the director of the paediatric department back in the Stark Hospitals ever since she finished her master’s degree, and her knowledge as well as her iron determination earned him the love of her patients, friends and family. Wanda had seen and heard the affection in you and America whenever talking about the woman, and she also knew that in the absence of your family she and Stephen were the closest thing to parents you had in your life.

The night was freezing with just a few snowflakes falling to the ground.

Inside there was no longer any sound, the twins were about ready to drop on the floor and Kate and America were helping around the house to clean up everything.

“Y/N and America are the closest people I have to me, the ones I dare to call my children,” Christine started never bothering to explain how she and Stephen never got a chance to have children but how they had fallen in love with you two and with Morgan, and with all the children their friends had.

“And when their parents died, they had some rough months in which their roles changed.” Christine snorted lowering her gaze to the ground, “America has always been the mature, responsible one, while Y/N has always been the heart and the determination in the family. She sacrificed herself in order to give America happiness while also keeping up the dream of her parents. That’s why she took the position as a CEO in the Alchemax Industries..”

“I heard something about it,” Wanda shivered under the cold, but her eyes never left the form of Christine, “she really is something else, and I found myself…attracted to her.”

“I know.” Christine’s lips quirk upwards, “I know you like her, and I dare to say love her. She deserves happiness, as much as you and you boys do, so my only advice is to always be honest with one another, and don’t break her heart. She may not look like it, but she really is as soft as a marshmallow and she loves without thinking of the consequences.”

Wanda knitted her brows together, dropping her glance for a moment.

“I don’t want to hurt her.”

“I’m glad you two are taking things slowly, and if you allow me to say it, she really is very lucky to have someone like you.” Christine winked at a surprised Wanda, she relaxed under the woman’s gaze. “Take your time you two, get to know one another and…well, perhaps in a year’s time we will talk about this moment again, and you two would be a real family.”

Wanda’s heart leap at those words, her image brought right away an scene in which you two were sharing a bed, with the twins sleeping down the hall, and America right next to them. Family dinners, and family outings and in all of them Wanda was smiling longside you with her children and America in the background.

It was a beautiful dream.

“Just a word of advice, if you want it, fight for it, dream it and ask for it…in the end you will get what you desire, but don’t forget that it is not by magic that it comes to you, it si with perseverance, hard work, and good communication.”

“I won’t forget, thank you, Christine.” Wanda stepped forward hugging the woman, Chrstine smiled hugging her back.

“No, thank you Wanda, for loving my children.”

Wanda melted under those words, her first thoughts went directly to you, the one that had done nothing but love hers since the first day.

______________________

Billy and Tommy had fallen asleep as soon as the clock struck 11PM.

You stirred on the spot on the sofa, your gaze Fallin on America and Kate that were snuggled up together on one of the chairs. You smiled at the sight, America looked happy with her arms wrapped protectively around Kate. They really made a cute couple, with America being a dreamer, determined and at times stubborn having someone like Kate who was easygoing, bubbly and calm was like a combination mdenin heaven. 

You really wished all the happiness America could get out of that relationship. Your mind soon drifted to the woman in your arms, Wanda was snoring lightly snuggled closer to your body. You sighed contentedly wrapping your arms tightly around her while pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

When you started the new year, you never hoped or even dreamed about entering into a relationship or even getting to know someone like Wanda. It was not in your plans, and coming across her in that supermarket marked the beginning of a new chapter in your life. 

Your heart fluttered tightly, sending shivers of need all through your body. The wave of affection that came through your body changed slowly to a form of deep love for Wanda Maximoff and those kids that were sleeping in your room. 

You brushed her hair, wondering what would happen next. If perhaps Wanda was experimenting the same wave of emotions you were going through. Wanda stirred in your arms, her face lifting lightly nuzzling your neck while her eyelids opens slowly. 

“What time is it?”

“I think it is past midnight.” You answered amusedly when the young woman sat up and leaned lazily to place a kiss on your lips. 

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

Wanda smiled brightly at you, dipping her face bashfully before standing up. She stretched out, glancing around until her eyes fell upon America and Kate that were happily sleeping on the other sofa. 

“They look cute.”

“They do.” You agreed following Wanda who had stretched her hand towards you. 

“Come I'm going to give you your gift.”

“Really?” You smiled happily with Wanda dragging you right behind her. 

“Yes, but only because I want to see mine.”

“Of course, you do.”

The house was dark, and there was really no sound but that of your footsteps on the wooden floor. When you two reached the tree that Wanda had chosen and dressed herself with the help of the twins, the lights they had select gleamed in colours that brought a smile upon your face. The young woman knelt looking around until her hands found that middle size box she was looking for.

“I thought about this really hard, you know?” She stated grabbing the gift in her hands while looking at the tree, you approached her slowly seeing the lights of the tree shinning in her green eyes.

You sat right beside her, waiting with bouncing legs until she gave you the gift. Wanda snorted tilting her head while rolling her eyes.

“This year has been strange for me, you know?” Wanda had thought about this speech all night long, and even the moment she knew you had welcomed her inside your house and family. It was a speech she had prepared ever since that confrontation with America.

“I know. It has been a weird year for me too.”

Wanda sighed caressing the gift, her upper teeth playing with her lower lip.

“I never thought I would experiment these emotions I’m experiencing at the moment, you made me feel so much sometimes its overwhelming,” Wanda lifted her face to the ceiling, her voice soft and filled with unwavering emotion, “Whenever you’re close to me is as if my whole world is shaken and I feel safe.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your lips, Wanda chuckled taking your hands in hers.

“My marriage was full of abused and bad moments; I have to run from him because sooner or later he was going to destroy me and my children.” She waited patiently for the changes that were sure to come, she could feel the tension growing in your body, the trembling hand and the darkening of your eyes showing rage beyond anything Wanda had seen in you before.

“Wanda…” You tried to say something but she shook her head intertwining her fingers with yours.

“It’s in the past, and Natasha has been a great help, I just…”

“When you’re ready, love, I’ll be heard to listen to the complete story.” You lifted your free hand to clean up the tears Wanda was shocked to feel on her cheeks. “Are you alright?”

Wanda laughed humping so she could be closer to you, “I’m better now.”

You lifted her face, leaning in to kiss her slowly tenderly to show her what you could not put into words yet. How much you were starting to love her, the need she built up in you day by day. Wanda leaned into the kiss surrounding to your tenderness and teasing, her body melting right away giving in until breathing was necessary and the both of you parted ways only to press your forehead against hers.

“You have become a great part of my life, and my children love you and I just…” Wanda sighed, “I just hope I’m enough and that I won’t disappoint you.”

“Never, you are enough Wands, and I love them too.” You replied shying away for the real confession. “I am more than happy to be with you here, in this moment, in this place…Now, how about you give me my gift?”

Wanda laughed out loud shaking her head, she handled the box to you shaking her head amusedly.

“Here, I hope you like it.”

Wanda sat with her back completely stretch, she tapped with her fingers the floor you two were sitting on glancing at her gift and then at your face as you struggled with the enveloped and the box. Your heart hammered against your chest, trying hard to keep the moment professional and not as an anxious child that wanted his favourite toy to be inside. You opened it up and your breath caught in your throat.

Inside was a leather jacket all in black with silvery zipper and buttons around the sleeves. The sweet smell of the leather reached your nostrils, and when you touched the material you knew right away that this was an expensive gift coming from her. Wanda was licking her lips chewing on her cheek while waiting for your answer.

“Did you…Did you like it? I could always change it, and the lady at the store told me the size could fit you well but…”

Wanda trailed off feeling your lips on hers.

“It’s perfect.” You mumbled against her lips, “how did you know this was the one I wanted?”

“America.” Wanda replied shrugging, “I just wanted it to be special and well, this was what she wanted to give to you but I convince her to let me gift it to you instead.”

You chuckled putting it out of the box and admiring the handy work on the item.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.”

Wanda beamed proudly, she poked you on the side smiling happily at you.

“Now, what about mine?”

You laughed shaking your head, leaning in you looked for the small square box you had left there early on.

“This one I asked Tommy and Billy for.”

“You did?” Wanda looked shocked at this, you nodded presenting the item to her.

“They told me a story, about a Christmas, long ago.”

Wanda tensed up, her hands were trembling while grabbing the box. She didn’t dare to hope, and she certainly couldn’t look up to see your face. Your voice reached her out, and she was afraid to see what she would find there.

“Your brother, Pietro, and your mother.” You continued, “I remember you telling me about them, but never about this…so I just…”

Wanda couldn’t see clearly through her tears, her fingers trembling as she opened the wrapping and her breath caught in her throat when she found the velvety box under it.

Inside she found a single necklace with a single pendant in the form of a butterfly.

“Tommy said you lost it, and that it was something you liked a lot.”

In all honestly, the boy had mentioned Wanda lost the necklace after she and his father fought. Billy remembered it was something she always wore, and they even showed you a picture of the woman wearing it from an early age. Wanda caressed the necklace softly, her eyes welling up with unshed tears, disbelief filling up her heart when she lifted her eyes to face you.

“It´s beautiful.” She snorted wiping away her tears, “I wish I didn’t cry so much, I feel so foolish…”

“Nah, it’s okay, you know.” You smile sheepishly at her, Wanda presented the box to you the deep emotion she couldn’t hide after receiving the gift still shining on her face.

“My brother and I, we both had the same necklace. It was a gift from my mother.” Wanda softened her expression, putting the necklace out. “Butterflies were her favourite animals, it was her gift for us before leaving school.”

“She was a special woman.”

“She was, she loved me and Pietro so much…” Wanda trailed off furrowing her brows, “perhaps if she had been alive…”

Wanda sighed shrugging, “can you put it on me?”

“Sure, turn around.”

 Wanda turned around lifting her hair in a ponytail while presenting her neck to you. You shivered, your hand grabbing the necklace passing your hands around her neck and clasping together. Wanda left her hair fall, shivering while pressing her fingertips on the pendant.

You leaned forward, putting her hair away and placing soft kisses on the length of her neck. The young woman shivered tilting her head to the side, your hands sneaking around her midsection until you were holding her against you.

“Merry Christmas, Wanda.”

“Do you think we can stay like this for a moment?” She leaned back, closing her eyes for a moment.

“Sure.”

Wanda wrapped her hands around yours, letting out a heavy breath before speaking.

“I want to tell you how I got the necklace, and then how I lost you…I just…It is painful and I don’t want to…scare you.”

“You could never scare me, Wands.” You fixed your position on the floor so your back was resting against the sofa and Wanda rested between your open legs. “I would love to hear whatever you are ready to tell me, you know that.”

Wanda let her fingertip touch the butterfly once more, the pain of losing her brother still pulsating through her soul. But soon her words filled the space in the living room, and you were hearing her deepest memories of her family, her mother, her twin brother, and the shattering reality she had to suffer years later.

In all that time, your arms wrapped protectively around her, the rage you felt forgotten to give way to sooth her worries, and to promise her with whispered words that if she allowed it, you would protect her and the twins for as long as she wanted you.

And just like that, you and Wanda got the best Christmas ever.

The snow fell upon the land, and the darkness was completely forgotten.

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Next chapter: Vision gets his vengance, Reader and Wanda never got a chance to have a lone date, and Maria and Fury save the day.

#fanfic #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxreader #female reader #imagine wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #reader #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff au

[shitpostingperidot]

Carol Danvers’s Bookshelf

Thanks to the Ultra HD digital edition I have now identified 4/6 books on Carol’s bookshelf in The Marvels! There are several small piles of books scattered around various other surfaces, but no luck yet with them.

From right to left in this screenshot (it’s blurry because the camera’s focus was on the Monica and Maria pics just to the left):

1) The Martian Way by Isaac Asimov (Panther Science Fiction 8th printing from 1974). I love this choice for Carol because it’s about McCarthyism, resource-motivated imperialism, and manifest destiny (but in space). I also love the idea that Carol might have read this as a teenager and returned to it as an adult who has actual experience with space imperialism. (Thanks to my friend Mara for help identifying this one!)

2) 1999 Yearbook of Astronomy, edited by Patrick Moore. This is a guide to astronomical phenomena visible from Earth month-by-month in 1999, plus a section of essays on astronomy. In my opinion, this is proof that Carol returned to Earth in 1998 or 1999, since there’s no reason to get this book if you can’t use it to stargaze. It could also have been given to her as a gift from someone who had been to Earth, but let me have this.

3) A Manual for Being Human by Dr. Sophie Mort (published July 8, 2021). This is a pop psych and self help book about how our pasts affect us and how to create change in our lives. I’m obsessed with this choice for Carol for two reasons: the hilarity of poor awkward Carol being like “damn you’re right, I do need a manual for being human,” and the heartbreak of her still, after all this time, struggling to connect how her past has shaped her. Also, proof that Carol stuck around long enough to go to a bookstore or receive a gift when she went to earth for Maria during the Blip.

4) I am really not sure that there is enough info to go on to identify this book, and I’m considering emailing the production designer because this is really truly keeping me up at night. All I got is the book is tall, the spine is dark gray, and there’s half a face on it.

5) The Sporting News Official NBA Register 1998-99. This one was SO HARD to identify but I think the folded hands of that person sitting courtside are a smoking gun. I don’t know very much about the NBA, but interestingly, the 98-99 season didn’t even start until February of 99 due to a lockout. I wonder which team Carol likes; maybe the Celtics since she’s from New England? Anyway, to me this is further proof that she went to Earth in 1998 or 1999.

6) I got nothing and it’s killing me. No text I can make out, just some cartoon people floating around. Is this even a book?

One other fascinating thing is that in the trailer, the books have been digitally replaced with new text on similar spines? The Martian Way becomes “Lunar Mystery” for instance. I have no clue why

Thanks for coming to my Carol Danvers psychoanalysis hour. Should I email the production designer about the two unidentified books? Vote now on your phones

#the marvels #carol danvers #captain marvel #maria rambeau #maybe next I’ll do little details in Kamalas’s room

[specialagentlokitty]

Carol Danvers x teen!reader - be yourself

Hi! Can I ask for familial figure Carol Danvers story please where Reader is non-binary, and their family is very phobic to queer stuff, and so R runs away and Carol takes them in? - Anon💜

TW: mentions of unaccepting family

Standing in your living room, you took a look at your parents and you took a small breath.

“I uh.. I just wanted to tell you guys something…” you said quietly.

You mom smiled at you.

“Of course, what is it?”

Taking a deeper breath, you glanced away, running a hand up and down your arm nervously.

“I’m non binary…”

“Huh?” Your dad said.

Both of them sat up, looking at you sternly, and you subconsciously took a step back from them.

“I’m non binary… I Uhm… I don’t really feel like I identify as male or female… like they just don’t feel right…”

“Get that shit out of your head.” Your dad snapped.

You snapped your gaze to him in pure shock.

“There is no such thing! You were born as what you are so that’s what you are! You can’t change that!” Your mom yelled.

You felt tears burning your eyes as you listened to them go on and on about how it wasn’t right, how none of it was right and that you needed to see a doctor.

You stood for what felt like forever listening to them until you turned around, just leaving the room.

You slammed your door shut, and sank down against it as you cried.

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were hoping for, but it definitely wasn’t that. Maybe some confusion, but you never expected to hear such harsh things from your own parents.

When you came down for dinner they kept going on and on about it, glaring at you and making sure to use the wrong pronouns when talking about you.

You thought maybe it would get better but it never did, and after nearly a week of this, being forced to see a doctor, and the constant harsh things they would say, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You packed a bag and you left in the dead of night, running down the street, running as far as you could until you could find a bus out of town.

Then you got on that, not thinking anything through, where to go or what to do.

It was how you found yourself in an unknown city, living on the streets.

It wasn’t easy, but at least this way you didn’t have to listen to them anymore.

You could get by enough from helpful strangers who gave you money, and sometimes you would join with local homeless teenagers who would meet up in the park just to play games or talk.

You were making your way down to the homeless shelter for something to eat when you all but walked into somebody.

“Oh I’m really sorry!” You rushed out.

“That’s alright, are you okay?” She asked.

Looking up, you took a step back, nodding your head.

Of course you would recognise such a hero as soon as you saw her, Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, everybody knew who she was.

“Yes, thank you? Are you? I swear I didn’t take anything from you, I’ll wait here while you check.”

Carol frowned a little bit.

“Why would I think you’d take something?”

You gave a small shrug.

“Most people do. I’m really sorry I’ve got to go, the kitchen at the shelter closes soon!”

With a small smile you ran past her, and Carol watched as you left.

You didn’t think you’d ever see her again until one evening she wondered upon you camping in a construction site, and she walked over.

“Hey, it’s dangerous you know.”

“Huh?”

You turned around.

“Sorry, I’ll go. I just thought it would be safer here.”

“Hey, hey wait a minute kid.”

You stopped walking, letting her jog over.

“I saw you come in here last night too, are you sleeping here?”

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s cold, and it’s not safe for you to be out in the streets. I can take you home.”

“No! Don’t take me home!” You pleaded.

Carol raised her hands, quickly nodding her head.

“Alright, okay. We won’t go there, but I don’t feel right leaving you here, can I at least take you somewhere else for the night?”

You shook your head.

“All the shelters are full up, I gave my spot to a boy a little younger than me…”

“Okay, maybe a hotel or something?”

“No money and they won’t take me cause I’m all covered in dirt and stuff…”

“Alright, how about we just go for a walk, yeah? You know who I am right? You know I wouldn’t hurt you?”

You nodded your head, trailing after her as she led you back to the street, and you began to slowly walk around.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“(Y/N).”

“How old are you?”

“(Y/A).”

She looked at you.

“You’re so young… why are you out here (Y/N)? Where’s your family?”

You frowned, turning away from her.

“Don’t know, don’t care… disowned me…”

“What? Why? You don’t seem like the kind of kid who would do anything so bad to be disowned.”

“Non binary…”

“Oh wow really? I know loads of non binary people! They’re all so friendly and always so happy! You know on some other planets that how they’re raised, as non binary, and they can decide later if they want to stay as non binary, or change that.”

You looked up at her.

“Woah, really? And nobody cares?”

Carol smiled, shaking her head.

“Nope, totally normal. I’m sorry that your parents can’t accept that.”

You shrugged a little bit, looking back down at your feet as you clutched the straps on your bag.

“That’s life…”

“Yeah but it shouldn’t have to be, there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s more normal than people think.”

Carol took you to get some proper food, and she spent the whole night searching for somewhere for you to stay until she came across a small motel who thankfully had a spare room.

She snuck you in, and handed you the key to the room.

“Here, I’ll come back with some clean clothes and stuff for you, don’t open the door unless you know it’s me okay?”

You nodded your head, locking the door after her.

You didn’t know why this big time superhero was looking after you, but you were thankful for it.

When she came back, you managed to get a shower, and you sat in front of her as she brushed and cut your hair for you.

“What’s it like travelling space?” You asked.

Carol smiled, telling you about it, what she did and things she had seen, and you sat there fascinated.

She kept coming back, bringing you more and more things for the next two weeks until finally she stood in front of you.

“I’m sorry I have to go.” She sighed.

“It’s okay, it was really nice to meet you, I hope you stay safe.”

“Will you stay safe?” She asked.

You gave a small shrug, giving her a little grin.

“The best I can.”

She nodded her head, heading towards the door, but she didn’t walk out, instead she turned around to look at you.

“Ever thought about travelling space?”

“Ever since I watched doctor who, they made it look so cool!”

This made her laugh, and she opened the door, holding her arm out to you.

“Come on then.”

“Seriously? You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah I do, come on, I could use the company and Fury is always telling me to get a friend to travel with me.”

You grinned from ear to ear, grabbing your bags as you ran over to her.

You were practically bursting with excitement and Carol just watched you with a gentle smile.

In a way you reminded her of when she was younger, people telling her who she could and couldn’t be, and you had chose to be who you were, and she found that amazing.

She was proud of that, she was proud of everybody who chose to be themselves despite what people said, and she was going to take you from the streets and give you the love and respect you should’ve had in the first place, be the parent you should’ve had in the first place

#marvel #marvel x y/n #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #Carol Danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x y/n #carol danvers x you #Carol Danvers imagine #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel x you #captain marvel imagine

[whoiwanttoday]

Hey guys, here is Zoe Volf who I have never posted before but I have been aware of her work for ages just because of the nature of the internet. She's one of those people who pictures of her pop up and I go, "Who is that?" and it turns out it's her. So I decided to correct that and post her finally. It was pretty easy to find good pictures as she has cosplayed as a lot of characters I quite like. I always like creative Harley Quinn cosplay, I just think it's the two tone nature and that she's a character who lends herself well to cosplay that looks nothing like her "normal" costume and yet is easily identifiable as her. I of course always love Peach so a wedding lingerie Peach is great and have a serious weakness for the classic Scarlet Witch look and the Classic Carol Danvers Ms. Marvel. I posted both of those characters once upon a time on this blog, before Carol had become Captain Marvel actually. And you know, something from the Boys to round it out I guess to show how edgy I am. Or I just think that's also a great costume, though I prefer the version with the skirt. Anyway, I don't have a lot more to say other than dress up can be a lot of fun so I like cosplayers. Today I want to fuck Zoe Volf.

#Zoe Volf #brunette #Model #Cosplayer #whoiwanttofucktoday

[sonofthedragon]

DC Superhero Girls: Anarky

(Based on a reddit post I commented on, here's how I think Anarky could fit into dcshg. )

Full name: Alonso Cezar Machin

Nicknames: Lonnie, Anarky (code name), Moneyspider (hacker moniker) Voice of the People

Gender: Male(Lonnie) nonbinary (Anarky/Moneyspider)

Pronouns: He/Him (Lonnie) They/Them (Anarky/Moneyspider)

Species: Human

Age: 15

Hair: Reddish Blonde

Eyes: Hazel

Complexion: White

Hometown: Metropolis (formerly Gotham City)

Family: Manual Machin (Father) Rosario Machin (Mother) Yap (Pet)

Alignment: Bad (identifies as Good)

Personality: Kind, Generous, Empathetic, Determined, Witty, Clever, Awkward, Zealous, Intelligent

Occupation: Student, Supervillain (official), Revolutionary (claimed)

Likes: Revolution, Activism, Protests, Video games, Old movies

Favorite Food: Pizza, Nachos

Favorite Color: Red

Relationships.

Superhero Girls

Barbara Gordon: The two were in the same computer club back in Gotham so Batgirl was excited to see Lonnie in Metropolis. Their alter egos would collide with the two of them finding out each other's secret identities.

Jessica Cruz: Lonnie comes to like Jessica due to her activism and strong moral stances. He can get impatient with her less thought out methods though. He really doesn't have an issue with Green Lantern beyond an obstacle to his goals, though her willingness to talk things out is appreciated.

Diana Prince: Diana's stellar performance in school and passion for sticking up for those weaker than her cause Lonnie to grow to admire her. Those same traits would lead to similar admiration for Wonder Woman though he gets frustrated by her refusal to fight "the real enemies"

Karen Beecher: Karen's aptitude for technology would impress Lonnie and her shy demeanor would at times trigger his protection instinct. The former would be transferred to Bumblebee and her willingness to handle things peacefully somewhat won Lonnie over.

Kara Danvers: Lonnie would be put off by the Kryptonian's brash and confrontational personality as well as her distaste for "nerd stuff". Her aggressive and short tempered behavior as Supergirl would further fuel his distaste for the cousin of Superman.

Zee Zatara: The nicest thing Lonnie can say about Zee is that she is a fundamentally nice person. But between her wealthy status, zeal for "frivolities" like fashion and her shameless showing off of her magic powers, that's as far as it goes.

Supervillain Girls

Harleen Quinzel: Like with Barbara, Harley was excited to welcome a fellow Gothamite though Lonnie would come to find her too loud for his liking. He would likewise have a mixed relationship with her villainous persona Harley Quinn with Lonnie getting irritated at the clown's insistence that her chaos was the same as Anarky's er anarchy but they would at times make common cause.

Pamela Isley: Pamela's devotion to protecting the environment would earn Lonnie's approval, as Poison Ivy her disregard for human life would (ironically) see her taking things too far as Anarky.

Selina Kyle: Selina's overwhelm materialism (and willingness to rob the poor as well as the rich) would sour Lonnie's opinion almost immediately. Still Anarky and Catwoman could occasionally work together, albeit with neither trusting the other.

Leslie Willis: Lonnie would be disgusted by Leslie's petty trolling and Livewire's casual sadism.

Doris Zeul: Whether as Doris or Giganta Lonnie's opinion is basically the same, a dumb brute best avoided.

Carol Ferris: Lonnie basically just pitys her for her obsession with Hal Jordan

#lonnie machin #anarky #barbara gordon #batgirl #jessica cruz #girl lantern #diana prince #wonder woman #karen beecher #bumblebee #kara danvers #supergirl #zee zatara #zatanna #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #pamela isley #poison ivy #selina kyle #catwoman #leslie willis #livewire #doris zuel #giganta #carol ferris #dc superhero girls #supervillain girls #dc comics #dc characters

[charliedesantiago]

Hello hello *taps mic* is this thing on?

I thought I’d take to this glorious app to clarify a few things because I’ve had some questions. So I write on AO3, most of y’all know that. I have written quite a bit for a few fandoms though currently I’m focusing on MCU related things.

At the moment I’m writing for BlackHill and Carol Danvers. But I’m also adding my own character into the mix. I write what I know and hence most of my works feature a trans man (because that’s how I also identify) for example: Maria Hill is Max Hill in my works and so I also talk a little about the trans experience. My story with Carol features the same trans character who I invented.

Hopefully this answers a few people’s questions or at least points you in the direction of a fic author (me) if you’re interested in that kind of story.

I do also take prompts in case there’s something you particularly would like to read from me so don’t hesitate to ask even if you wish to remain anonymous.

#blackhill #mcu #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x trans male reader

[cha-melodius]

NICE ASK WEEK! If you could make a list of the top fictional characters that all combine to describe you and your spirit, your soul characters, who would they be and why?

God, this was hard! You ask me a question like this and every fictional character I've every known leaves my head.

Carol Danvers (Marvel): I guess I gotta say that there's a reason my icons everywhere are perpetually her. I identify with both her movie and comics versions; snarky, strong, a bit of a loner.

Ellie Satler (Jurassic Park): And not just because she's a paleo person. She embodies the no-nonsense scientist in me, and yes, pretty snarky.

Thursday Next (Thursday Next novels): I very much relate with how Thursday is quite skilled but her life is just... not what she thought it would be, never quite lived up to what she thought she'd do, but she also does her best to make it work.

We'll leave it at that lmao. Thanks for sending the ask!

#about me #soul characters #lol #nice ask week

[cassieb1617]

Cam is ready in 1…2…3, go!💌

Pairing: Avengers x camgirl!reader, Natasha Romanoff x reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Carol Danvers x reader

smut

Summary: The newest addition to the Avengers had a small secret - when home, she was streaming at night. She was more skilled in hacking and IT so she was excluded from field missions while she helped them. But the Avengers had a secret too; they watched her.

Warnings: Smut (18+), degradation kink, praise kink, teasing from the reader, reader is a camgirl obviously, use of sex toys, masturbation (female and male), mentions of creampie, hint of daddy kink and miss kink, filming while in the act, squirting, kind of sex work, pussy slapping, dirty talk; kind of bisexual reader; language/swearing; usual level of violence in the MCU; the reader has hair but that‘s it from the description; pet names (honey, sweetie, sweet girl, doll, bunny, lovely, darling); degrading names (stupid whore & slut but it‘s meant lovingly); let me know if there is more

A/N: I got a bit carried away, sorry not sorry!

Working two jobs at once would sound difficult to some people. Especially when they thought it was being a cashier and a babysitter or something in that direction at the same time but you would say that it almost seemed to calm you down a bit. But that was probably because one of your jobs was at home and the other job was to sit in a chair surrounded by computers and hacking your way through the world while you flirt with your teammates.

You didn‘t know if it was the thrill of people finding out about your job or being filmed, maybe it was the comments or the payment of your watchers that got you off but nonetheless, you liked being a camgirl. After having a properly setup of camera, mic and a few toys, your followers seemed to rise a mile everyday.

Filming yourself for the first time was awkward and purely amateur porn-y. At that time, you just had a little bullet vibrator and filmed with your phone camera but your watchers liked it nonetheless and donated very gratefully. They enjoyed the innocent aura that surrounded you, which was ironic considering you filmed how you got yourself off. Over the time you lost some of your first followers the more dirty and experienced you got but some of the people that watched you were downright filthy. They liked the thought that they were the ones corrupting you and turning you from an innocent little college girl into a downright expensive slut. @widowknowsbest84 was one of your top viewers, holding a proud spot on your little whiteboard with the bright pink heart next to her name. She was one of the viewers that were very openly when it came to corrupting you, commenting the dirtiest and sometimes darkest things that would make the crudest people blush. She also sent you some of your favourite toys and donated a high sum of money every stream. You also had a lot of private shows with her in which she cruelly tortured you with as man orgasms as you could handle.

Another one of your highest viewer was @grantsr11. He was more on the sweet sight of your followers, always praising you and calling you his good girl. He wasn‘t one to donate a lot but at least $50 were in every stream. He also booked a private session every week.

You‘ve been streaming for a little over two years now and gained a lot of loyal followers over the time, 64,092 to be exact and every single one distinguishes them from another. Your audience truly was a variety of many different people. From women and men to people who identified themselves differently. Submissives, switches and dominants were in your streams too, demanding the filthiest things from you or thanking the gods for your streams in the comments. The age is also something you were surprised to see when you looked into the statistics of your account. Some of your viewers counted as seniors while others were just of age or even middle-aged people, you had them all.

Now, that was your first job but it was your second job that got you into a more awkward situation, at least for your coworkers.

It started off when you graduated college. You started working with a firm in the department of IT knowledge. Your task there was to safe intel and information for your company via hacking or in short; hack the hacker that tries to hack the company. And you were good at what you‘re doing, that and your school history is what brought Nick Fury to you in the first place. You were what some would call a genius, you had a high IQ and skipped two years in middle school. Your teachers thought you would become the next big astrophysicist but no, you rather wanted to do something with computers and with your hacking history, you caught the attention of SHIELD.

In the time span of two months, you got transferred from your old job to your new one as an Avenger, but one behind the scenes. While, yes, Tony Stark had his AI Friday, you were sometimes a bit quicker which he would be forever angry about. You knew what you had to look out for and you were always quick to inform the team over comms if there were agents on their way to them. You were responsible for the safety of the team while they were on field missions and it was quicker when they had to save some documents from the other agenda. Instead of needing hard-drives now, they just turned on the device and you hacked into it and saved everything you could get your hands on. You also talked to them while on missions, occasionally flirting with a few of them.

But back to why the jobs combined made the situation a bit more uncomfortable. Considering your skills in hacking, you also managed the Avengers‘ safety. Simple things such as making sure they weren‘t hacked and putting up firewalls to assure nothing would happen. But as you did your job, you also had to check their intel and, wow look at that, what a surprise that one of your top tippers was none other than Natasha Romanoff or your probably sweetest dom per private shows, Captain Steve Rogers. You even saw some other team members following you but you wanted to wait until you see when they start commenting things.

When you got introduced to Steve, one of the team‘s leaders and one of your favourite viewers, he flushed a deep red, coughing awkwardly and he couldn‘t look you into your eyes. Maybe that was because after your stream the day before, you expressed your fears over your new job. You had a private session with him where you took a thick plastic cock and squirted directly into the camera while he came in thick spurts of white cum.

In fact, almost all of your followers turned coworkers seemed to have a similar upon seeing you. They had seen your streams and some of them stayed for you pillow talks after the real show as well. They‘d listened to you rambling and worrying about what your coworkers would think of you and if you‘re going to do a good job there. Upon seeing you, Natasha raised her brow with a small smirk, you never saw her face in private sessions but you‘ve seen her body and the bottom part of her hair and compared to the Black Widow, it looked to be the same person.

Full respect to her though, she had a very nice body.

Fast forward a few months into the job and it couldn‘t be better. The Job developed a whole new routine but you can‘t complain. You woke up at the same time, went to work for nine hours that included training with Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky and after that, you were in your office and working on the Avengers‘ safety. After work, you went home and in every three afternoons, you streamed just like you planned to do now.

The camera was already set up and your followers already got a notification.

Bunny 🐰 is going live any moment now!

The numbers of people that already joined the live rose from moment to moment and you took off the oversized shirt you wore. Underneath the shirt, you wore a deep red laced bodysuit. The neckline was deep and your nipples could be seen through the bra cups. A pink vibrator and a dildo sat by your side just out of screen. The colour of the dildo matched your bodysuit and you could already see the comments because of that from your followers. Your hair was go framing your face.

The loading screen of ‘Bunny 🐰‘s stream is loading…‘ turned into a countdown of 3… 2… and there you were, gracefully sitting on your knees in your bed.

„Hi guys!“ you giggled lightly and the chat started to flood with various comments, some already demanding you to start and some sweetly greeting you. „Look at my new set, isn‘t it so pretty?“ You stood on your knees and turned a bit to show off the lacey sides of the little thing you wear. Some comments were smalltalk as well like @widowknowsbest84‘s comment. Ever since finding out that her favourite camgirl is her new teammate, she decided to tease you a bit.

@widowknowsbest84: How is my favourite bunny doing, lovely? How is your job doing?

„I‘m great, miss, how are you? And my job‘s going great, I‘m working with some really sweet people.“ you giggled slightly, something you do a lot while streaming but your viewers loved it, plus it added to your innocent/corrupted act. But Steve knew better, he heard you flirting through the comms on missions, especially with him and Natasha.

You continued a few minutes with small talk, reading comments about your viewers last days and how they‘re doing. In that time, you often got donations from those who are on these platforms in need of company instead of getting off. „I got a bit of an surprise for you guys.“ you turned to the side where your vibe and the red fake cock sat, shaking your body a bit when you knew that your ass is in perfect view. You grinned and bit your lip a bit when you showed them the new red toy you got yourself as a treat after a hard mission. „Look! It has such a nice size and girth but I‘m scared it will be too thick for me, y‘know I can‘t take this much.“ you had a slight pout on your face as you said that and your followers bought the whole act like Tony Stark buys cars.

@grantsr11: Look how excited she is, new set matching her new toy, aren‘t you such a good girl, honey?

@soldier41: come on, doll, push that pretty set aside and show us how you take your new toy.

„Is that what you want me to do, Soldier? Want me to get dumb already?“ your cute pout can never be replaced with anything else. The curve of your lips is just too sweet not to get hard and wet at. „Thank you, Grant! I love being your good girl, makes streaming much more fun.“ You continued teasing the viewers a bit until you started obeying the comments of pleas to finally stop teasing.

Laying down on the mountains of pillows, you spread you legs while getting comfortable, a noticeable dark spot on the bottom part of your body. „I‘m so excited to test that toy out, read good things about that online and I was so excited when my package finally arrived.“ you pushed the crotch part of the bodysuit to the side and rubbed the tip of the dildo on your slit while talking. The comments seemed to appreciate your teasing.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Come on honey, get that thing all nice and wet for us, show us how it makes you feel

@sugarysweetmom: Oh honey, look at you already so wet and we‘re just getting started

@sugarysweetmom was another good tipper of you. From chatting, which she obviously paid for, you knew that she was a single mom of two who had later in her marriage realised that she was into women. Sometimes your watchers confided in you and while they knew you couldn‘t really help them, they just liked to have s person they could talk to, even better that the person is pretty.

When you read @daddyfucksgood6969‘s comment, you pulled the red toy away from you and held it to the camera, your arousal glistening in the lights in front of you and giving your viewers the perfect sight of it. Everytime you used toys, you always showed them how wet it made you by holding the toy in the camera before you properly used it. Your tips always increased a lot in that time and currently with about 35.000 viewers in your stream, your tips were at-

looking at the tips you took a double look at the high number. $389.70 was it by now and you only streamed about half an hour now. This stream could top every other stream you ever did and you once did a stream for two and a half hours where you got tipped about $1200.

God, you were so happy that your face wasn‘t in public. In fact, the world only knew of „the rose“ as an Avenger but they could never place a face to that name.

You laid back down on the bed and sighed out when you lubed the toy more with your own arousal. It was a funny thing, no matter how thick the toy was, you never use lube. Steve- sorry, @grantsr11 had noticed that before and spoke to you about it on a private call before you two.

The man on the other line of your call sighed out while watching you use his favourite toy. It wasn‘t very long (just) about 6 inches but it was thick, very thick. The toy was wet with your arousal but that was it and Grant, that‘s what he told you to call him, noticed. „Why do you never use lube, honey?“ his hand was around his cock, slowly rubbing up and down.

„Don‘t like lube very much, like the pain more when the toy stretches me out.“ your voice was airy and you were already a bit dumb on the session. He find you the best that way if he was being honest with himself. All dumb, pretty and submissive. That bratty side of yours that sometimes showed in your streams. „Like the feel of a cock stretching me out so much.“ 'Grant' groaned out lowly when you said that, stroking himself faster. He watched with hooded eyes as you pushed the toy into your wet pussy, your gasp of slight pain and pleasure being the only sound that‘s heard. Your eyes rolled to the back of your hand as you pushed the toy deeper, moaning pornographically when you reached the hilt of it. „Fuck, doll, you‘re killin‘ me here.“ the hand around his cock tightened before he came all over his chest while watching you take that thick blue cock. He continued watching you as you came all over the thick toy.

Snapping back to reality from the memory of your private session with him, you noticed the comments.

@callmehoneysweetheart: You okay there, darling? Looking a little lost and spacey

@widowknowsbest84: Are you all spacey again, lovely? You getting dumb from a little grinding already?

@bestoneoutthere: You back here or still all airy?

You giggled shyly, „sorry guys, been thinking of the time I took a really thick toy, it was so nice.“ You didn‘t even notice that you were grinding against the length of your red toy before you sighed out. „I‘m back again, I‘m sorry.“ You cheeks heated a bit like they did every time you spaced out. It happened quiet a lot of times in your streams, you‘d get all lost in a little memory and by now, your regulars were used to it, even enjoyed it. The way you turned so stupid and noisy, like a little bitch in heat. That was their words actually and it stuck with you ever since.

@grantsr11: No need to apologize, honey. You‘re doing a great job, so pretty when you get all dumb.

@soldier41: All good, doll. Now be a good girl and show us the way you‘d take a real cock.

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: Yeah, don‘t wanna get punished now do you?

You fuzzy little brain couldn‘t grasp that they didn‘t mean everything they wrote in the comments but little airheaded you didn‘t want a punishment, especially in that little headspace you are in again. „No, daddy! Don‘t punish me, please. I‘m gonna take it now, promise you.“ It‘s almost embarrassing how wet you are, slick coating the toy and your inner thighs, making the toy even easier to slip in. You gasped dumbly when you lined the tip of the fake dick up with your pussy, slowly sinking it in before pulling it out again to change positions. You switched from laying on your back to kneeling on your bed again, the sheets where you once sat being a few shades darker. Lining the toy up again, you slowly made your way downwards, sinking inch after inch down until all they could see was the red base of the toy.

You moaned loudly when you sinked down all the way, the fake cock kissing all your nice places. Beginning to lift your hips again, just until only the tip is inside you, you sinked down on the toy again, the sound you were making something between a painful sob and a pleasurable moan. You look straight into the camera while repeating the action, the comment section going wild at you.

@daddyfucksgood6969: Isn‘t she just the prettiest when she‘s fucking herself dumb? Such a stupid whore

@widowknowsbest84: Oh honey, aren’t you just such a sight for sore eyes?

@soldier41: Come on, doll, you can do more, can‘t you?

@callmehoneysweetheart: I‘m so glad I found your streams, you‘re truly worth every penny, sweetie

The comments flooded in like a tsunami, so fast you couldn‘t read all of them but you nodded dumbly at them anyway, agreeing with whatever they were saying about you. Slowly leaning forward while still riding the red fake cock, you grapped your pink vibrator and looked at the camera while licking it. The chat going wild at your actions and many screen recorded your stream to post it on Twitter. You rubbed the smaller toy against your pussy to wet it a bit and turned it to the slowest setting while holding it against your clit, a sharp gasp escaping your body at the feeling. „Oh my god!“

You started grinding desperately against the toys, switching between different sections of the vibrator that had you going crazy and bouncing up and down on your newest addition of ”pleasure helpers“ as you liked to call them. Your actions grew more frantic and the ones who watched you already a bit longer knew that this was when you were close. The sounds of tips clinging in your ears as you bounced faster and set the vibrations as high as possible, holding it tightly against your clit while grinding into it. A few uh, uh, uh‘s escaping your lips before you drew in a sharp breath and closed your eyes. Your juices squirting onto the toy under you as you kneeled above the toy, hips in the air and leaning on one arm behind you to give your followers the best view possible. The pink vibe was already on top of your now wet sheets, still moving a bit around as your other hand quickly slapped your pussy, more juices gushing out of you as you came down from your high.

@soldier41: Oh, fuck. That was so hot!

@grantsr11: Oh, sweet girl, you‘re treating us with this. Such a good girl!

@widowknowsbest84: Aren‘t you just the prettiest little thing? Coming so beautiful, wanna taste you so bad, lovely

@notmadeofstonebutstillrockhard: You‘re the very best there is, Bunny!

@daddyfucksgood6969: wish she would do that on my face

@callmehoneysweetheart: oh I just know that little pussy tastes better than anything else!

@bestoneoutthere: such a hot fucking thing! You‘re amazing Bunny!

Slowly coming down from your high you turned off the vibrator, cheeks feeling heated as you realised it was still on. The red new toy under you laid now on the bed and you put it to the side, your freshly put sheets are already ruined again. „That was nice.“ you giggled cutely after you found your voice again, ducking your head a bit at the dirty comments that praised and degraded you at the same time. „I think I‘ll pass out if I come once more so I‘m gonna end the stream soon guys! Don‘t forget to follow me on here and in my bio is a list for more content such as pictures, videos, chatting and private sessions, videocall or not. It was nice having you all again!“

You looked at the statistics of your streams after your ritual goodbye to the ones who only stayed for the steamy part of your stream and your eyes widened at the numbers that it showed you.

Top tipper: @widowknowsbest84

Top 3 viewers: @soldier41, @grantsr11, @widowknowsbest84

Your tips/donations: $1829.00

Number of viewers: 270.678

„Oh, and thank you to the top tipper, widowknowsbest84, I appreciate it very much thank you, and thank you everybody else who donated. Hello to every newcomer!“ You were bashful at the numbers, never once where they that high! And to think that you didn‘t even do the streaming for money anymore but rather for fun is incredible. Thank God, no one knows you‘re an Avenger.

@soldier41: Bunny, don‘t forget to change your board, don‘t wanna have to spank your ass red after that show.

„Oh, right! I‘m sorry, Daddy, please don‘t spank me!“ You kneeled and turned on your bed to the small white board on the wall that you out up for your streams. It‘s not that big, just barely portable but it was a nice feature. You had special coloured markers for it; pink and red ones and blue and purple and they were all so pretty! You remembered the adorable reaction from your sweet followers when you first showed them the board. Now it‘s routine that at the end of your streams, while you‘re doing your pillow talk and self-aftercare, you update and check the board.

Bunny’s top tipper: @soldier41 @widowknowsbest84

Bunny’s top viewers: @callmehoneysweetheart @soldier41 @grantsr11 @widowknowsbest84

BUNNY LOVES ALL OF HER VIEWERS!!

🐰❤️

This was all written on your board, small bunnies, hearts and stars around the edges to give it more of an innocent flair. Well, that is if you can still say innocent after that show you just out on.

„Sorry callmehoneysweetheart and soldier41, you‘re not the first place anymore but I still love you lots and lots!“ You had a tired but soft smile on your face as you sit back down on your knees, exhaustion creeping up more and more as you talked to your slowly decreasing audience before you call it a night and end the stream, saving it and uploading it to your channel for the ones who missed it.

Sometimes you wondered if Steve, Natasha, Sam, Carol and Bucky even knew they were all watching you, sometimes even at the same time.

#steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #carol danvers x reader #chris evans x reader #sebastian stan x reader #camgirl!reader #camgirl AU #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #chris evans #sebastain stan #anthony mackie #brie larson #scarlett johannsen #steve rogers smut #carol danvers smut #natasha romanoff smut #bucky barnes smut #sam wilson smut

[therese-lokidottir]

The Avengers: Earth Mightiest Heroes series watch

459 written by Joelle Sellner

Ant-Man and Wasp visit Carol Danvers at a deep space observatory to help identify a mysterious object picked up by the telescope. They are introduced to scientist Phillip Lawson. They find that the object changes direction and heads straight for the observatory, the trio must act fast to stop it.

While Carol and Wasp drive to the crash site, Carol warns Jan that continuing to play these jealousy games will ruin their relationship but there is no time for debate as they are set upon by an invisible attacker that shoots green bolts of energy. Wasp shoots into the forest while Ant-Man calls ants to reveal an invisible alien robot heading for the observatory.

Carol goes to evacuate the staff, while Ant-Man and Wasp fight the robot, and Ant-Man gets thrown through the skylight. During the fight, Ant-Man causes an explosion that hits Carol and Lawson. Lawson protects Carol with a green energy dome that reveals his true form as a Kree captain named Mar-Vell. The robot destroys the observatory, but everyone escapes the explosion.

Carol has been taken to the hospital and the Avengers have gathered to discuss the situation. Mar-Vell reveals his true identity and mission; he is a member of the Kree empire who is in a war with the Skrulls, an alien race. Both sides view Earth as a crucial battleground. The robot that attacked them was a Kree Sentry designed to eliminate any perceived threats from Earth's native population. If the Sentry deems a threat too significant for it to handle alone, it's equipped with a Nega-Bomb that can annihilate all life on the planet. Mar-Vell agrees to help the Avengers stop the Sentry believing humanity deserves to survive.

The Avengers try to deactivate the armed Nega-Bomb. Opening up the robot proves to be a difficult task. Wasp and Ant-Man start an argument Just then a whole bunch of projectiles head straight for Wasp and Ant-Man takes the blows for her. Ant-Man takes a blow for Wasp and becomes seriously injured. Jan tears apart the Sentry from the inside and gives Hulk the opening he needs to open the Sentry's chest.

The deactivation of the robot prompts a transmission from Mar-Vell's superior officer Yon-Rogg. Yon-Rogg accuses Mar-Vell of sympathizing with humans and reveals that the invasion will proceed with or without him.

The bomb is about to explode. Mar-Vell flies it up to space to keep Earth safe, but he freezes in the atmosphere. Iron Man catches Mar-Vell and saves him while Thor further launches the bomb into space before it explodes.

Mar-Vell departs, offering sincere apologies and a commitment to advocate as much as possible for humanity's survival in front of the Kree government. Hank and Jan realize that they have feelings for each other. Carol wakes up to discover that she is glowing and hovering several feet above her bed.

So, to be brutally honest I fond Mar-Vell a boring character that left almost no impression. He just felt like a character to set up for the skrull kree war and Miss Marvel. It doesn't help that his big heroic sacrifice is undercut by Iron Man and Thor being the ones to actually save the day. Maybe it was to show he cares, but he was already helping and again to see Iron Man and Thor imminently fly up in space after him and be the ones to get ride of the bombs make it seem a little sad. Like, Well you best, buddy.

The main focus on this episode is mostly on Janet and Hank and it has both what I really like about the character and what I really do not like about romantic plots. I am really not into will the or won't inability to express one thoughts and feelings. For Janet it makes me question why she's even into Hank in the first place. But again it still does have what I like about the characters. Janet's conference in being a super-hero and Hank always being like Science, yeah!☺ It's fun

I really wish Carol had more to do. She was shown to be friendly and proactive. Then she's gets knocked out half way through the episode and she won't show up again until season 2. Her and Janet are already friends before the episode start. I want to know more about that and less boring Mar-Vell.

All around it was an alright episode.

[rhodestoruin]

≛ main ≛ bio ≛ face ≛ muse ≛ starters ≛ wishlist ≛

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

Rhodey is a mix of Earth-616, MCU, and headcanons, all of them meshed them together for Earth-3490. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into AUs and fandom crossovers. His characterization is heavily inspired by The Components of Construction. All post-CW threads in an MCU timeline are written with the faceclaim Gabrielle Union. I do not acknowledge any of the D+ shows in my verses.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I'm happy to ship Rhodey with other Marvel characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they're on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Carol Danvers, Clint Barton, Tony/Natasha Stark Possible Ships: most Avengers NOTPs: n/a Family: Safe to say he'd love to be the Cool Uncle to all of Tony's various canon and AU children, but given the age difference, this is probably not the Rhodey they grew up with. Other: TONY TONY TONY. Whether it's bros, romance, or platonic soulmates, I'd love all the Tony connections.

default verses:

616: A mix of comics and headcanons where Rhodey and Clint Barton were dating pre-Civil War and chose opposite sides, ending the relationship. As this is not an MCU verse and Vision was not involved, Rhodey wasn't seriously injured.

3490: A blip universe in the comics where Steve Rogers and Natasha Stark are married, and the Avengers' Civil War never happens. I'm most comfortable writing this version of him, so feel free to have your muse playing tourist in his dimension or vice versa, especially if the age is off.

multiverse!madness: Various comics universes collide, whether Marvel/DC/etc. have always existed on the same Earth, or other-dimension shenanigans are at work. Duplicate friendly!

verses by request only:

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

alt!3490: A blip universe in the comics where Stephanie Rogers and Natasha Stark are married, and the Avengers' Civil War never happens. (fem!rhodey / fc: vanessa morgan)

alt!postblip: An MCU timeline where Steve Rogers stays in the present timeline, Tony Stark doesn't die, and the snap brings back Natasha Romanoff. Jane Rhodes was paralyzed from the waist down in the Avengers' Civil War and uses Stark tech leg braces to walk. She identifies as homosexual and only ships with female muses. (fem!rhodey / fc: Gabrielle Union)

college!verse: A modern/realistic AU where Rhodey is an engineering and ROTC student at MIT.

#mobile navigation #welcome

[whyhaught]

I really identify with Kamala Kahn because I to am in love with Carol Danvers

#kamala khan #ms marvel #carol Danvers #captain marvel

[cluelessrebel1988]

Some thoughts on Ms. Marvel

I want to preface this by saying that I genuinely like the series and I’m excited to see more of the character and how she interacts with Carol Danvers and other characters going forward, as well as what’s next in her own journey.

But this season needed to either be 7-8 episodes or have a more focused plot (or possibly both) because as it is, it kind of feels like two seasons worth of ideas condensed into one which makes things feel rushed and most of the characters who aren’t Kamala or her mother feel kind of one-dimensional.

My biggest issue with the season is that there were two main antagonists for Kamala and her friends – Damage Control and the Clandestines – neither of which felt like they got enough focus. The Clandestines had a bit more and were arguably the bigger focus of the season, but they don’t even show up until the end of episode 2, then in episode 3 they ask for Kamala’s help and less than a day later are ready to kill her because she didn’t give an enthusiastic yes to helping them right away (and she didn’t even actually say no. She just said that they should take things slow because what they were asking her was potentially dangerous). 

And on the other side of things, you have Damage Control, who first pop up at the end of episode one, serve as a kind of minor antagonistic nuisance for most of episode two, are seen interrogating Zoe at the beginning of episode 3 and then...disappear until the finale when the lady agent goes rogue for...no obvious reason (that I can recall) other than a semi-implied hard-on to stop people with powers. 

Like either one of those on their own could have made for a compelling arc (and admittedly, the stuff with the Clandestines was part of an interesting arc for Kamala, it just felt rushed because it was all in three episodes) for an entire season, so I don't love that both are there and feel rushed. It didn’t help that two whole episodes are set in Pakistan/the past, making the stuff with Kamala’s friends and Damage Control feel even more superfluous.

My suggested solution would have been to have this season stay in Jersey City, have Damage Control and their search to identify ‘Night Light’ be the primary threat, while keeping the focus on Kamala figuring out her powers, her relationships with her friends and family as some of them figure out that she’s the girl with powers and end it with a showdown like the one in the finale. You can introduce Kamran and the Clandestines and lay the groundwork for what they want Kamala to do, but have them be a sub-plot for this season to set up for them as a threat in the second season (assuming there is one). Or, short of that, add another episode and/or more scenes into this season focusing on Damage Control (the female agent in particular) as well as Kamala’s friends (particularly Nakia and Zoe, who I feel kind of got the short end of the stick development-wise)

But, you know, because this is the MCU and nothing can just stand on its own anymore but has to tie into/set up some other thing that’s coming down the road, and they seem to have locked themselves into this ‘six episodes per season’ model, we get a season that is good, but imo feels just unfocused enough to keep it from being the great story it could have been.

#Ms. Marvel #Ms. Marvel spoilers #can i be real a second #for just a millisecond #let down my guard and tell you people how I feel a second #damage control #the clandestines #ms. marvel season 1

[ao3feed-petermj]

If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it (darling I would do it again)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5diLqO0 by allthestarsofneptune Drabbles for various pairings within the MCU. *** The soul stone demanded a sacrifice on Vormir, what better than one soulmate losing another as both desperately tried to save each other? Words: 1776, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of invisible strings Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Pepper Potts, Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov, Melina Vostokoff, Antonia Dreykov, Thanos (Marvel), Ego the Living Planet, Peggy Carter, Angie Martinelli, Jane Foster (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Loki (Marvel), Kamala Khan, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones (Marvel), Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson Relationships: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark/Ho Yinsen, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov | Alexi Shostakov/Melina Vostokoff, Antonia Dreykov/Natasha Romanov, Maria Hill/Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov, Hulk/Thanos (Marvel), Gamora/Peter Quill, Peggy Carter & Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli, Bruce Banner/Thor, Jane Foster/Thor, Yelena Belova & Kate Bishop, Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Steve Rogers/Howard Stark, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Phil Coulson/Nick Fury Additional Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Planet Vormir (Marvel), Drabbles, jetskis as romance, Not Beta Read, Author Is Sleep Deprived, part of a series, Drabble Collection, Multiple Pairings read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5diLqO0

#spideychelle #PeterMJ #petermjane

[dailybuglenow]

BREAKING NEWS: TRAGEDY AT THE AVENGERS MANSION

The Bugle is the first to report that an explosion was called in on 5 April 2026 in Midtown, Manhattan at the Avengers Mansion. The explosion appeared to originate on the first floor of the Mansion, but no source has yet been identified. According to first responders onsite, the scene was catastrophic. “This was no normal explosion,” said NYFD Captain Dan Lee. “There were body parts on the floor. Anything that can blow up a superhero is bad news.” Although the press has tried to get into the Mansion for exclusive pictures and content, Mayor Luke Cage has made strict warnings that the crime scene is potentially contaminated. Captain Lee did point out a high level of radiation at the source of the explosion, leaving many to wonder if this attack came from a superpowered source.

Due to our prominence in the field, the Bugle has obtained a list of killed and injured parties. Walking away from the tragedy are Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel (Earth-199999), the super lawyer Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk (Earth-199999), Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel (Earth-616), Clea Strange (Earth-616), the Avenger’s member Valkyrie (Earth-616), Dr. Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange (Earth-616), Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch (Earth-616), the Scarlet Scarab (Earth-199999), Moon Knight (Earth-199999), S.H.I.E.L.D.’s newly minted Director Daisy Johnson/Quake (Earth-084) and the Vision (Earth-616). Mount Sinai hospital in Midtown admitted a new of heroes with injuries ranging from broken ribs to concussions, including Scott Lang/Ant Man (Earth-199999), Wakandan royalty Shuri/Black Panther (Earth-199999), Mockingbird (Earth-616) and Rosalind Solomon (Earth-616).

Unfortunately, the day was not without tragedies. From Earth-199999, the press has received confirmations of death from Hope Van Dyne/Wasp, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Spider-man, Sam Wilson/Captain America, Shang-Chi and Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange. From Earth-616, losses include Clint Barton/Hawkeye and Tony Stark/Iron Man.

It is worth noting that a number of mutants were also at the meeting. The nature of the gathering has yet to be disclosed, leaving many to wonder why mutant and Avengers came together in such a high profile meeting. Reported alive at the scene were the Earth-616 mutants Exodus, Charles Xavier, Emma Frost, Hope Summers, Kate Pryde, Logan Howlett/Wolverine and Scott Summers/Cyclops. The mutants were not without their losses, however. The once villainous but now reformed Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto, and the X-Men members Illyana Rasputin/Magik and Jean Grey.

ENTER THE PHOENIX FOUNDATION

While a tragedy like this would normally predate a memorial service, the recently announced Phoenix Foundation has released a statement that they would kick off the project with the resurrection of those killed in the Avengers Mansion blast. “This truly is Jean Grey’s baby,” Emma Frost said in an exclusive interview, “but since Jean was unfortunately a victim in the Mansion bombing, I speak on her behalf to state that we are thrilled to use our resurrection protocols to help return these valiant heroes to life. We expect everything to be completed by the 7th of April. The Phoenix Foundation normally functions to save those overlooked by society, but even the wisest of men will you tell that there are times when exceptions must be made. After that, we will resume our normal operations.”

This announcement has come with questions from the public. Where the mutants got the D.N.A. needed for the resurrections has been posed multiple times, but the information has not been disclosed. 

The Bugle will continue to report as need be.

— Christine Everheart, Daily Bugle News Senior Reporter

COMMENTS:

slut4cyclops: scott summers was single again for 2 days and i missed my shot AGAIN. guess i’ll wait for the next time his wife dies 😆

krakoakid: i heard a rumor they found jean grey in pieces. mark my words: this is a cover-up job and not some “explosion”.

hennyking: rest in pieces, heroes (get it???)

#sins of sinister #breaking news

[jaytodd1129]

y’all know you don’t have to shit on wonder woman in order to love captain marvel, right?

Carol isn’t romantically interested in a guy in her film. Diana fell in love in her film. Carol feels empowered in a full body suit. Diana feels empowered in an amazon skin-revealing armour. Carol doesn’t mind being shabby at times. Diana looks perfect all the time. One could say Carol falls more into the “butch” stereotype while Diana in a more “girly” one.

I mean you can have a preference and like one better over the other, but y’all do know it’s ok to be both kinds of woman, right? and that both are equally powerful and valid and badass?

#carol danvers #captain marvel spoilers #princess diana #wonder woman #i keep seeing comparisons between the two #and i mean it was inevitable #but #y'all don't have to put diana down in order to raise carol #why not just say -honestly i feel more identified with carol than diana this is a movie that is more for me- #or -i find it refreshing that we get to see this type of female hero as well. #captain marvel