#Mionemymind

[mionemymind]

To Be Loved Is To Be Considered

Summary: The moments that Wanda considered Y/n aka the moments her loved showed.

Warnings: Fluff, Established Relationship

A/n: I know y’all love angst but please give this fluff a chance too. GIF credits to @causeitswhatjesuswouldfreakingdo

Word Count: 1.3k

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Love is not always about the sacrifices you do but rather the moments in life where you consider more than yourself. To be loved is to be considered. And this is how Wanda considered Y/n.

On no particular evening, Y/n lay asleep on the living room couch after finishing her part of the shared chores. Wanda still had one more thing on her list when she noticed her girlfriend was sound asleep.

Tiptoeing closer, the red head saw the slight shiver on Y/n’s skin. Wanda clicked her tongue in disapproval and used her magic to get the blanket from the living room. Grabbing it from the air, she placed the blanket on top of Y/n and placed a small kiss on her forehead.

The music in the background was lowered to a small hum as Wanda continued with her chores, the last thing being on her list was to water the plants.

Taking her time, Wanda danced around their apartment as she watered the plants, even murmuring small affirmations to certain plants that were taking a while to grow.

And after 20 minutes, feeling satisfied with the clean apartment, Wanda slipped under the blanket and cuddled into her warm girlfriend. It didn’t take long for the red head to fall into a small slumber.

Y/n has a certain lazy personality when it comes to her safety, something Wanda has always hated. But no matter how many times the red head will berate her girlfriend, Y/n never listens. In her head, as long as she gets back to Wanda, that’s all that matters.

So as Y/n sat in the long pre-mission briefing, Wanda had always checked Y/n’s suit for safety. Any time gadgets need an update, Wanda would be the first to put in the request. When she notices a hindrance in Y/n’s performance, Wanda could always tell why and how certain modifications can help.

Wanda paid attention to make sure that Y/n could focus solely on her job.During the times where they are partnered up, Wanda was always glad to double check over her work.

Y/n knew that when her suit always felt up to date, never without holes before a mission, and surprisingly clean, that Wanda must’ve done something.

So in turn, Y/n never failed to come back to Wanda.

The warm dim vibe of the restaurant contrasted the loud activity that happened throughout. Wanda and Y/n sat closer to the bar, already dinning in.

It was date night, Wanda had been wanting to try a new spot in LA with great views and amazing food. “You made a great choice, babe.” Wanda smiled at Y/n’s praise.

“Should we get a couple of drinks?” As Y/n nodded in agreement, the waiter came with the food. “Here you go ladies.”

As he sat the food down, Y/n bit back the frown when she noticed the greens she specifically didn’t want mixed with her alfredo. Looking over Wanda’s food, Y/n smiled at how perfect it turned out.

“At least they got her’s right,” Y/n thought.

“Does everything look good?” The waiter asked, waiting for approval.

“Yeah everything-,” Wanda glanced at her girlfriend’s food with a disapproving look ready to say something but Y/n had interrupted her.

“Yeah, everything looks good. Thank you.” The waiter smiled and walked away. Once he was out of sight, Y/n sighed at her food.

“You should’ve let me say something dekta.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders, not wanting to argue with Wanda.

“I really don’t like complaining to them Wanda. Wait staff already have a lot on their hands.” Although Wanda knew they were both right, she was still unhappy to see Y/n unable to eat.

So as Y/n drank her water, Wanda switched their plates. Y/n almost disagreed, but the look on Wanda’s face silenced Y/n. “Now eat, let’s not waste a lovely date night now.”

Y/n smiled and took a bite of the steak, the juicy and flavorful feeling filled her mouth. As they continued the date, Y/n gave Wanda a couple pieces of steak as a small thank you.

“Dekta, I’m home!” Wanda placed her keys in the bowl and walked into the kitchen, dropping the grocery bag on the counter.

“In here, babe!” Y/n yelled from the office. Once Wanda put away the groceries, her eyes finally set on the gift waiting for her at the kitchen table.

Walking to it, Wanda smiled at the bouquet of flowers wrapped in brown paper. In the middle, a note read ‘For my beautiful and lovely girlfriend, Wanda. Love, your dekta.’

She picked it up, enjoying the smell. Right beside it sat the Sokovian treats that she had mentioned craving the other day.

Already opening a pack, Wanda walked into the office, a gift in hand. Y/n was in the middle of playing video games, her back facing Wanda.

“Pause the game and close your eyes, dekta.” Y/n paused the game.

“Am I in trouble?” Wanda giggled as she placed the gift in Y/n’s lap, giving a small peck on her forehead.

“You’re not in trouble. But open them.” Y/n opened her eyes, mouth slack at the sight of a new gaming controller. The plastered smile on her face made Wanda smile even more.

“I hope you like the color.”

“Like it?!!” Y/n was flabbergasted by the gesture, immediately pulling Wanda in for a massive hug.

“Thank you so much, babe! I can game so much better with this.”

“Maybe then you can aim.” Y/n pouted at the slight jab from Wanda but still kissed her nonetheless.

“I’ll have you know, I blame the drift on my old controller.”

“Yeah, yeah. Give me another kiss so you can play your game.” Y/n pulled Wanda in for a deeper kiss, feeling happy for the unexpected gift.

As Wanda’s smile broke the kiss, she gave her girlfriend another peck on the lips and went back to the kitchen to grab her snacks. She ate them in their office as she watched her girlfriend still miserably lose in Overwatch.

In their shared bed, Wanda sat in her spot, reading the new book assigned for the month. Laying beside her, Y/n watched a new show on Netflix, making sure to keep the volume low to not disturb Wanda.

“Babe, can you mess with my hair?” Before Wanda could utter yes, Y/n had already laid her head down on her lap, settling herself in a comfortable position.

Without a word, Wanda used her free hand and combed her fingers through Y/n’s hair. A soft groan escaped Y/n’s lips, as she said, “What page are you on?”

“Only in the second chapter, she’s being transported to a new place after killing the wolf.” Y/n hummed in response and continued to watch.

While Wanda combed through Y/n’s hair, she began to notice how her hand hadn't felt plastic frames. Realizing that her girlfriend had been unable to see the show this whole time, Wanda stopped her book. She briefly put it down to notice her girlfriend’s glasses were on the desk across the room.

Rolling her eyes, she continued to read as her magic floated the glasses right in front of Y/n. As if it was a silent command, Y/n put on her glasses, a small smile on her lips as she could finally see clearly.

Y/n placed a small kiss on Wanda’s thigh as a thank you. Together, the two continued to enjoy each other’s activities in the presence of each other.

Love is not always grand. Love is mostly kind. Feeling considered is something the heart will forever crave. And Wanda will always consider Y/n.

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[abimess]

MCU Wanda having a happy ending or Leigh Shaw having a happy ending

.... Damn it, Kaith

Even though Leigh is my favorite, I think Wanda's been through so much worse, she deserves the happiest of endings

Make me choose between: _____or_____

#abimess answers #mionemymind

[kenziekay]

Marvel Recommendations

Recommendations Masterlist (here)

Loki Smut-

Mine @give-me-a-moose

No Mercy (w/c 1.8k) @lokisgoodgirl

A Welcome Distraction (w/c 883) @sarahscribbles

Loki Squared @the-princess-of-loki 

Truly Desperate @simplyholl

Hostile F*cks Collection @lokisgoodgirl

Clandestine F*cks Collection @lokisgoodgirl

Satisfaction @vampworks

Fluff-

You are my Home @vbecker10

Aftercare (w/c 650) @sarahscribbles 

Coffee Coffee Coffee @vbecker10

Bestfriend Loki (who loevs you) @oswildin

Ill-intentioned "compliments" (w/c 955) @muddyorbsblr 

Dating Loki @independentwarlocksworld 

Painful Drinking @lokiisdaddyblog

Never Wanted a Throne @kat651

Never Wanted a Throne (part 2) @kat651

Bad day @ashdreams2023

Little Dancing Queen @holdmytesseract

Loki as Your Partner @munsonshire 

Short Funny Things-

Baby @oswildin

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Your Honour @oswildin

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Inside Your Brain @oswildin

Sigyn Boo Boo @giltandgreen

Karma @jiyascepter 

Pranks @vbecker10

Knives @youretellingmethisdidnthappen

Exotic Dancer @giltandgreen 

Childhood @worstloki

Everypony @giltandgreen 

Washing Machine @super-marvel-dc 

*Le Gasp* They Went There @munsonshire 

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Waffle @rxmqnova

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[reminiscingtonight]

kisses that travel from your lover’s nose to their lips

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 380

A/N: Yeah, I lowkey forgot about these blurbs too

[100 Kisses Masterlist] // [Main Masterlist]

It’s dark out. You don’t know what time it is, but you’re fairly sure it’s way too early to be awake.

You’re not sure what it is that wakes you. But whatever it is, consciousness slowly creeps in, pulling you out of your slumber. 

The first thing that registers is the warm weight around your waist. The gentle huffs blowing against your neck. 

The smile that breaks out on your face is automatic. 

It’s the little moments like this you treasure. You and Wanda lead pretty hectic and dangerous lives. You never take a single day for granted. All it takes is one wrong move, one wrong mission for you to lose everything you hold dear. 

You twist out of Wanda’s hold, careful not to wake the sleeping beauty behind you. You’re pretty sure you do a good job of not jostling her around, but Wanda wakes all the same. 

You watch as hazy green eyes blink lazily awake. “(Y/N)?” 

The sound of her raspy sleep-laden voice makes your heart skip a beat. It’s during moments like this that Wanda’s accent comes out in full force. When she’s too tired to remember how to form your “silly American vowels” and “proper American vocals.” Wanda’s accent has always been one of your favorite things of hers, you hated how the team wanted her to mask her accent for mission purposes. 

You must have stayed silent for too long, as Wanda’s suddenly leaning up towards you, concern written all over her face. “Is everything okay?”

Rather than answering, you lean in to press a kiss against her nose.

The scrunch is automatic. 

You laugh as Wanda bats you away.

“You’re a menace,” she murmurs, letting out a big yawn. 

“But your menace,” is your comeback. When Wanda settles back down onto the mattress, you’re quick to follow. 

There’s a soft sigh of content that escapes her lips when you slot yourself between her arms. “Yes, my big fat lovey dovey menace.” Wanda’s eyes are already slipping close again as the warmth of the blankets and your body heat gently lulls the Sokovian back to slumber. 

You press a gentle kiss against her collarbone. “I love you.”

The last thing you hear before you drift off again is the raspy, “love you too.”

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[ginnsbaker]

This is just a rec to you about my second favorite Wanda Maximoff series (yours is obviously the first)

It’s called Fake Memories and it’s by mionemymind, if you give it a try I’d love to hear your thoughts on it so please share it with the class ✨

i dont think ive read that! I'll check it out. Thank you!!!!

#Asks #Anon

[idk-what-i-stan]

Fic Rec Masterlist (W.M)

(N.R) EVRYTHING ELSE Updated: 16/07/22

please let me know if any of these have been deleted

All Recommended Fics

Cannon divergence - CD

Highschool/collage au - HS

Alternate Universe - AU

MARVEL

Wanda Maximoff:

@randomshyperson:

I Bet I Love You -  HS

Friends Never Love Me Like You - HS

The One And Only  - CD

Sorry For Your Loss - CD

Left Behind,  AO3 - CD

The Scarlett Witch Prophecy -  HS

Road To Healing - CD

Right Answer, Wrong Questions - HS

@wellsayhelloaagin:

Cross My Heart, Part 2 -  CD

Beyond The Door -  CD 

Backseat Rider -  AU

Dirty Little Secret - HS

Choises - @idkwhygregg CD

Mission Gone Wrong, Part 2 - @mcuwritin CD

Teenage Dirtbag, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Extra Part - @helloalycia HS

Break My Heart Again - @reminiscingtonight AU

When The Stars Come Out - @shmaptainshada AU

Turmoil, part 2, part 3 - @silver-lotus CD

Another Love -  @uraveragelonelygay CD

Red, Part 2 - @givemea-dam-break CD

Broken Promise - @wandsolsen HS

Were out In The Open Sea - @nervoustrack HS

Unnamed Fic - @crackedoutwalnut CD

We Can’t Have Everything - @aquamarinescarlet HS

Fake It Till You Make It - @captains-simp CD

Warming Her Pearls - @delfiore AU

Together As One - @veteranwerewolf95 CD

August, Part 2 - @twilight-99-tm CD

Back Together - @maximons CD

The Party - @mionemymind CD

An Unforgettable Christmas Trip - @abimess AU

Better Than Loosing You - @delfiore CD

Cruel Summer - @somewhatgreatexpectations HS

My Tears Ricochet - @mediocre-writerr (Part 1) CD

Betty - @mediocre-writerr (Part 2) CD

Peace - @mediocre-writerr (Part 3) CD

Can’t Take The Heat - @tastetherambeau AU

Collide - @fortuositywritings CD

New Hope Club - fortuosity

Forget About Us - @abimess AU

Snap Out Of It - @imagine-knowing-a-name CD

Royals - @oksana-moods HS

The Lies We Tell - @peabrain112 HS

Silver Lining - @natsxaddiction CD

Mother's Day - @natsxaddiction CD

I'll Be Home For Christmas - @mediocre-writerr CD

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[randomshyperson]

Her Secret - Chapter 2: Who are you to me? [Smut Scene]

Summary: It’s never easy being Wanda’s secret, but Y/n could care less, or at least that’s what she tells herself. But senior year is ending. Y/n is tired of hiding. Wanda is tired of Y/n asking. Will the two actually become a couple before graduation? Or will there be goodbyes as they part for college?

Warnings: (+18), smut, underage sex, fingering, explicit language, oral sex, angry/rough sex. Words: 1.442 K

A/N> Hello everyone, this is the extra scene for "Her Secret" / Chapter 2 "Who are you to me" by @mionemymind. The summary is above, and I recommend this amazing work to all of you.

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Chapter 2: Who are you to me? [Smut Scene]

You're not sure what you came here for.

What you know exactly is that you are both yelling, and cursing. And she is just as angry as you are.

You wonder if it's for the same reason.

But when the hurtful words leave her tongue, and hurt your heart, you don't want to deal with it. You just want to push those feelings out of your chest at once.

So you step forward, and kiss her mouth firmly, and your hands push her waist against the wall behind her, silencing the cry of frustration she lets out.

Wanda gasps against your tongue, and you explore her, all anger turning to lust.

Your hands go up, exploring without gentleness, only firmness and a certainty that you will show her exactly what her words mean.

We can never be together. I’ll show her exactly what she's losing.

As your mouth devours her, you let your hands move up the inside of her blouse, your fingers trailing against her skin, scratching and making her whimper, throwing her hips forward.

More. Just fucking more. Wanda wants it all, and you're going to give it to her.

You fit your hands against her breasts, squeezing the skin over the fabric of her bra, and she melts under your touch, barely able to match the kiss. You squeeze hard, forcing the material down in one swift movement, as you thrust her body forward and your mouth descends to her neck.

At this point, you know exactly which places to touch, where to kiss. And you follow your instincts, but in a much more predatory way.

You kiss hard on that sensitive spot just below her ear, and Wanda is throwing her head back, breathing hard as she closes her eyes, and all you do is grab her breasts firmly, playing with the hardened nipples between your fingers as your mouth starts sucking and biting her collarbone.

Wanda lets out a loud moan when you mark her skin, low enough to cover with a shirt, but the mark will still be there when it's over.

She will remember your mouth on her skin after this is over, and the thought will make you grunt softly in satisfaction.

She starts thrusting her hips forward again, and you take your hands off her breasts because you are pissed about it.

She has no right to ask for anything after what she said. She will get whatever you want to give her, when you want it.

Then you use both hands to steady her hips as your body holds her completely against the wall, and Wanda whimpers, digging her nails into your arms, overwhelmed by your presence; you are touching her everywhere.

Your hands come out of her shirt, and then you are pulling it off faster than this has all happened. Wanda tries to do the same to you, but you grab her fists and force them against the wall, over her head. She lets out a mixed moan of excitement and frustration, and looks ready to protest, but your mouth shuts her up.

Your tongue explores her mouth with expertise, making her whine in pleasure. She struggles against the grip on her wrists for a moment before giving up, too aroused to continue, your hand back on her breast taking her focus completely away.

You release her breast only to remove her bra, your mouth returning to Wanda's neck as you unzip it.

You lick your way down, and when the piece falls off, your mouth goes straight to her nipples, and Wanda bites her lips to keep from whimpering in pleasure as you begin to suck and lick the tip, making her squirm against you.

Your leg fits between hers quickly, and Wanda moans with the new pressure where she wants you so badly.

You can feel her dripping even against the fabric, and you grunt against her nipple, feeling your own intimacy pulsing.

You release her breast with a pop, your hand that was on her other breast descending as your mouth climbs back up to hers.

The kiss is deliciously slow, but your fingers are not.

Your hand moves quickly across the skin of her thigh, up inside her skirt. You invade the fabric of her panties, and without warning you are inside her pussy, feeling it pulsate around your fingerprints. Wanda breaks the kiss immediately into a loud moan, her hands struggle against the grip, but you keep them on the wall.

It's too much. Too much pleasure.

She barely gets used to one finger, and you insert another, deep inside her. She moans with her head back, and you are moving.

Your mouth returns to hers, your hands on her wrists, and your fingers moving in and out of her with firmness and speed, and Wanda thinks she will collapse.

You don't wait, you take her. She barely manages to finish a moan before you enter her again, hard. She chokes between gasps, dripping between your fingers. She is so close. So tight. So hot.

And then you stop.

The moan of insatisfaction doesn't last, because you release your grip to drop to your knees in front of her, and she only has time to blink confusedly at reality before you taste her.

"Oh, fuck." She gasps affectedly, her hand going straight to your hair, keeping you in place, because you shouldn't leave. Please don't leave.

And you are devouring her like your last meal. Your tongue around her clit, licking, and sucking, and then in and out, and Wanda can barely control her own body, trembling and whimpering.

You don't stop, not even when she comes, cumming on your tongue, moaning your name with her eyes closed, her grip on your hair tight.

She wants to protest the overstimulation, but your tongue works against her folds, drinking her and her arousal back in, and she's moaning instead of fighting, and she wants to protest the smile she feels on your lips, but she can't because you slide your hands up her thighs, until you insert a finger under your tongue and Wanda chokes, throwing her head against the wall.

Your panties are soaked, the sounds and taste of Wanda are more than enough to drive you over the edge. But you are taking her for yourself, again. And she is coming, again.

And it feels even more intense than the first, as her legs throb against your face, and you grunt with pleasure against her swollen pussy, moving your hands to hold her upright until you do the same.

You waste no time in hooking Wanda's legs around your waist as you stand in front of her again, and she's having trouble kissing you back, dizzy with the taste of herself on your lips, but you don't care.

You throw her back on the mattress, and she falls with her hair spread and her eyes completely dilated, and you are removing your blouse and pants as she finally has time to recover from two orgasms in a row.

The pause is short-lived in the meantime, and you kneel on the bed to pull her skirt off, and lie across her body, kissing her firmly, your hand on her neck.

She begins to squirm under you, her hips thrusting forward, and you bite her lip, breaking the kiss and smiling at the way she pursues your mouth. Wanda lets out a hoarse moan as you tighten your hand around her neck, keeping her on the bed.

"You look so beautiful moaning my name." You tease as you move your hand down her body, and Wanda swallows dryly.

You sit against her thigh as your fingers enter her again, and Wanda bites her lips, stubbornly about giving you the sounds you want from her.

But she has no choice. You press your fingers hard inside, slipping effortlessly in, and Wanda moans loudly, squirming against the mattress.

And you can't help but start moving against her thigh, fighting the urge to close your eyes as your fingers move in and out of her. And Wanda keeps whimpering, now doubly aroused at having your wet intimacy against her thigh and your fingers inside her.

You establish a similar rhythm between your fingers and your hips against Wanda, and your grip on her neck increases softly as her walls tighten against your fingers, and Wanda gasps, forcing her thigh against you and making you see stars.

You cum first, dripping against her skin.

And your hand presses hard against Wanda's intimacy and she comes next, moaning your name into the ceiling.

She really does look beautiful when she moans.

Continuation for Chapter 2 "Who are you to me" by @mionemymind

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[myfavoriteficss]

Hello love, do you happen to have remembered a Wanda x Reader fanfic where R accidentally gets turned into a kid or a baby? Like experiment or maybe mission gone wrong

Hey babe! The only one I remember with this storyline is the one below. Let me know if it’s not the right one!

Great, my girlfriend is a toddler

#inbox response #mionemymind #dom tries to help

[lesbian-deadpool]

I was wondering, do you have like a big big masterlist for just your incorrect quotes?

Oh, no no no no no.

Considering I have like 4k+ quotes or sm, that would be sheer insanity for me to do lol

#mionemymind #ask me some things #i answer some things #ldspeaks

[a-simple-imagine]

I was the one wanting to cowrite an imagine with you. You see, I have trouble finishing an idea, but I do like to start them. Would you be up for it?

Sure we could talk about it!! I think both can be difficult depending on the idea. My main blog is chilling-agents-of-deanoru if you’d rather dm and we can go from there

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Involuntary Skydiving (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello everyone!

I don't have much to say other than you can breathe a sigh of relief because there is no angst in this fic. :) I would like to dedicate this one-shot to my bestie @mionemymind who came up with this idea once during one of our conversations and requested it. I hope it's everything you hoped for bestie! And to everyone else, I sincerely hope you all enjoy!

Summary: The team doesn't know much about your abilities. Well, everyone except your girlfriend, Wanda.

The team was exhausted, the quinjet was in tatters, but everyone was safe and without a single scratch on them. As a matter of fact, everyone seemed to be in good spirts as they as chatted casually on the flight back to the compound. Even Steve, who was fairly reserved for the most part after missions was laughing at a joke Sam made.

Burst of laughter steadily came and went on flight back as everyone decompressed and unwound from the usual stress that came with being an Avenger.

“Alright, Team. We’re about 30 minutes out. Stay away from the back, don’t want any of you falling out without your chutes.” Steve called from the pilot seat before turning back to his conversation with Sam and Natasha, who was leaning against the back of Steve’s chair. Tony and Bruce were in their own conversation. Meanwhile you and Wanda were quietly huddled together towards the back of the jet. As inseparable as ever.

The atmosphere was light and easy for the majority of the trip back to the compound, the volume steady until the pitch shifted ever so slightly. A shift so minuscule that it would have gone undetected by even the most trained ears.

The only one who seemed to notice the slight shift in atmosphere was Natasha as she looked over her shoulder to see Wanda stand, her expression clearly displeased as you followed her up with a small smile on your lips. She was annoyed and you were teasing her. That was clear to see. It didn’t take years of practice as a trained assassin to figure that out.

You both wore your emotions clearly. Too clearly in Natasha’s opinion. She could read you both like a book.

Wanda feigning annoyance while you watched her in amusement wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. In fact, it was a fairly regular occurrence. Natasha had to admit though, it was intriguing to see your dynamics play out before her since you both tended to keep to yourselves most of the time. As the two newest members you were both still enigmas to everyone else.

You especially since you were linked to Wanda’s past but removed from the events in Sokovia. Fury brought you onto the team after the event.

This meant that most interactions the team did get to see from usually fascinated them.

Maybe a big factor of the fascination was founded in the shroud of mystery you were so comfortable in. Each interaction presented itself like pieces of a puzzle that none of them were ever capable of piecing together.

You were such a mystery that the team wasn’t even entirely aware of your abilities. Fury just told them that the information was on a need-to-know basis, and they didn’t need to know. And you certainly weren’t sharing considering how timid you had been since joining the most intimidating team in the world. Most of the time you were either training alone or attached to Wanda's side. There was never a right moment for them to ask.

After a few minutes of silence from Natasha, Steve and Sam’s interest was also drawn as they all quietly watched you seemingly attempted to appease Wanda from something. There was a half-smile on your lips as you placed your hands on her hips and pulled her closer. Steve put the jet on autopilot as they all watched Wanda gesture dramatically towards the front of the quinjet with her hands, her words low but seemingly serious. You stared at her in silence for a moment before emitting an extremely boisterous laugh. Wanda’s face pinched in annoyance, but your laughter didn’t falter in the slightest. Everyone watched with rapt attention, yet both you and Wanda remained oblivious to your audience.

The same audience that watched in horror as red whisps wrapped around Wanda’s fingers before floating over to you and forcing you out of the gaping hole in the back of the quinjet. As soon as you were stuck in a free fall, Wanda took a seat with a look of smug satisfaction.

Steve scrambled to his feet, rushing to the back of the jet as if he didn’t believe his eyes. Much to his horror, when he looked out, he saw you falling steadily further and further down. “Wh-Wanda!” He sputtered in a fear-stricken shout. “Sam!”

Sam nodded through thinly veiled panic, “Already on it!” He leapt out the back of the quinjet as Natasha was hastily putting on one of the parachutes.

Steve marched over to Wanda hoping for a reasonable explanation to what he had just seen. “Wanda! Why?” He shouted. “Can she fly?” That would have been the only logical explanation.

Wanda picked absently at a piece of lint on her jacket. “Nope.” She replied, popping her lips on the p.

After seeing what happened, Tony pressed a button on his watch, the infamous Iron-Man suit making an appearance as he looked wearily out the back to see if Sam had caught you before impact. “What the hell, Maximoff? Why would you do that?” He hissed.

Again, Wanda indifferently picked at her clothes. “She annoyed me.”

“So, your first thought was to throw her out of a plane without a parachute?” Natasha shouted as she finished strapping the parachute to her body, ready to go help Sam in whatever way she could.

Natasha was completely baffled; she never would have pegged Wanda to be so heartless. None of them would have.

“Kid, if I pushed every person that annoyed me out of a plane, I’d be in prison. PRISON.” Tony bit out angrily.

Steve continued the thought. “I thought Y/n was your girlfriend, why would you want to hurt her?” He demanded. “Maybe even worse if Sam couldn’t get to her in time!”

Before Wanda could utter a word, Sam flew back into sight, carrying you back into the jet. Everyone watched in confusion as you leapt out of his arms, laughing all the while.

“All that because you were jealous?” You asked, pushing a hand through your hair as you made your way back over to her.

“I wasn’t jealous.” Wanda replied immediately, her arms crossing in annoyance.

Amusement filled your eyes as you got closer to her. "That was uncalled for." You added, simply.

"That was uncalled for." Wanda mocked under her breath.

As a retort was forming on your lips, you noticed the tense atmosphere in the quinjet which caused your laughter to taper off as you looked around nervously. The attention of the entire team on you made you shrink back slightly. Wanda’s arms uncrossed as she watched you with concern. She knew you weren’t fond of attention, and she felt faintly guilty that she created a situation where the attention was all on you.

Your eyes brushed over to Natasha who was staring back at you with eyes that were wide with concern, over to Tony whose jaw was clenched so tightly you thought his teeth might chip under the force and finally over to Steve whose brows were furrowed in a serious expression.

“W-why is everyone staring at me?” You stuttered nervously. Your expression filled with confusion.

Sam was the one who finally broke the silence, disbelief painted clearly on his features. “Are you serious right now?” He demanded.

“Y/n. Wanda just pushed you out of the quinjet at an elevation of 38,000 feet in the air without a parachute.” Steve said seriously, his tone sharp.

You squinted your eyes slightly. “And?” you questioned, Wanda huffed a quiet laugh, but immediately covered her mouth when she realized it wasn’t the time or place. The sound of her laughter, no matter how short made the tension melt away from your body as you collected yourself and stood up a bit straighter. A small smile now on your lips.

The team all shared confused glances. “How are you being so casual about this?” Natasha questioned as she unhooked one of the straps to her parachute.

“Do you have a death wish or something?” Tony demanded, pressing his wrist again so the suit retracted. “Is this some kind of sick thrill you and witchy need for the bedroom?”

Your jaw clenched slightly at the dismissive nickname Tony labeled on Wanda. “Watch it, Stark.” You hissed. In response the man just raised his hands in surrender. “Did… Did Fury not tell you?” You finally mumbled when the mixed looks of confusion and concern didn’t fade from the team.

“All Fury told us was that any information regarding you was on a need-to-know basis.” Steve replied.

When the confusion didn’t fade from your expression, Wanda leaned forward in her seat. “They think I wanted to hurt you, moya lyubov.” She explained.

You melted at the term of endearment and almost forgot there were other people with you until Sam coughed pointedly. “Oh. Wanda would never hurt me.” The woman smiled at you in silent agreement and again, you almost lost your focus until Tony began tapping his foot impatiently. “Wanda couldn’t hurt me even if she wanted to. None of you could.” You added smugly, proudly wearing a smirk.

“Alright, hot stuff.” Natasha interjected. “We’re going to need more details than that. Some elaboration for why you didn’t mind going on an involuntary skydive.”

You smirked in amusement at her choice of words. “Hot stuff you say, Romanoff?” You teased, a flirtatious tone lacing your words. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Y/n.” Wanda warned sharply.

You raised your hands to feign innocence before continuing. “Right. I’m… how would you say it, love?” you turned towards Wanda for assistance.

She stood up and made her way over to you, her hand resting comfortably on the exposed skin of your arm, a possessive stance. The cold rings on her fingers sent a small shiver down your spine. “Long story short, she’s basically indestructible.”

Bruce finally chimed in, the logical part of him making an effort to understand your powers. “How is that?”

You turned your head slightly to face him and raised an eyebrow in challenge. “I don’t know. Kind of came with the various serums Hydra injected into me against my will.”

“So, you’re basically immortal?” Sam questioned.

“Well... no. I age... And I can die.” Wanda’s grip tightened around your arm in fear, and you quickly rushed forward. “It's just more difficult. My body adapts to attacks though. If I had made impact with the ground, I would have been okay. It just would have been annoying getting back to New York.” You added with a pointed stare.

Wanda merely kissed your cheek in response. “So, when Wanda pushed you out of the jet…” Natasha began.

“I knew she would be okay. Maybe just a little inconvenienced.” Wanda replied with a smile. “I love her too much to cause any real damage.” You flushed at her words.

"I love you too." You mumbled shyly.

The team practically all shook their heads in unison. “Well… Just don’t do it again.” Steve grumbled as he made his way back over to the pilot’s chair.

“We’re going to have to test this out.” Sam said excitedly. Tony rolled his eyes and turned away.

“What did Y/n do to make you throw her out the jet though?” Tony questioned curiously.

Wanda squinted her eyes as your gaze shifted to Natasha and quickly back to Wanda. “She got jealous.” You eventually settled on.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

Sam and Natasha watched in amusement as you both continued to bicker. “Yes, you were.”

“No. I wasn’t.” Wanda hissed, her eyes beginning to glow.

Your eyes widened slightly as you created a safe distance between you both. “O-okay. You weren’t.” Natasha and Sam laughed a final time before leaving you and Wanda to continue your conversation in private.

And just like that everyone settled back into their conversations.

The situation was never really brought up again until months later, on the way to a mission. That was the day that the team quickly learned that there were limits to testing your abilities. Limits to testing Wanda’s love for you. They kind of went hand-in-hand it seemed.

You had been having a discussion with Tony regarding who knows what when suddenly Tony tapped his watch, the Iron-Man suit wrapping around his hand as he blasted you out of the back of the quinjet.

When he turned to meet the wide eyes of the rest of the team, he was laughing. “You know, Maximoff, you’re right. That is kind of therapeutic.”

Wanda’s eyes glowed red as she leapt out of the quinjet without a word. “You’re in trouble.” Natasha mumbled under her breath as she watched the smile immediately fall from Tony’s face.

A moment later, Wanda floated back into the jet with you wrapped safely in her red energy. The team watched as she slowly lowered her hand, as if she was taking every precaution to be gentle with you.

Tony gulped when she spun around to face him, her eyes ablaze. “No one and I mean no one will ever lay a hand on Y/n, but me.” The red whisps around her hands floated over to Tony and roughly pushed him back into the wall of the jet. “Next time I won’t be so forgiving.”

The red glow in her eyes faded as she turned and pulled you into her arms tightly, protectively. “Are you okay?” She mumbled into your neck.

You chuckled and stroked her back soothingly. “I’m fine, my love.” You looked over your shoulder to meet Tony’s eyes. “Though throwing me out of the jet because I said I thought Steve could win in a fight against you was uncalled for.”

In response Tony rolled his eyes and Steve let out a boisterous laugh from his place in the pilot’s seat. “Good call, kid.” He called out.

“Good call, kid.” Tony mocked under his breath before taking a seat off to the side.

Wanda’s arms tightened around you as she looked out at the rest of the team. “I mean it. No one touches her except me.”

Sam whistled lowly. “No more involuntary skydives, got it.”

Wanda turned her head back into your neck to hide her smile and you laughed at the phrasing. “From now on I��d like to skydive on a volunteer basis only.” You mumbled quietly which made the whole team laugh in response.

And that's all folks! Just some light hearted humorous look into an indestructible reader. With some light fluff thrown in for good measure. Hope this made up for "Good For You" haha.

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[mionemymind]

Can you plsss do an imagine with Wanda (or whoever u feel is right) where reader is a formula 1 driver? It'd be so cool. But you don't hv to ofc. I'm a new follower and i absolutely adore ur works <3

Getaway Driver

Summary: Based off my incorrect quote, Y/n is the getaway driver for Wanda's mission.

Warnings: Shooting, Cursing, Slight Blood, Fluff

A/n: Before y'all comment, I really suck ass at action sequences lmaoo. Please try to imagine something better. But this is for the folks that love F1 and Wanda (@thatdudeusimpfor @canyonyodeler @pikachooo3 @rayisaknight) also gif credits go to Redbull

Word Count: 3.5k

Masterlist

“Lights out and away we go!” The rumble of engines passed by as cars zoomed past the start. The roaring cheers coming from the fans grew louder with each second. 

Starting in pole position, Y/n gets away unscathed from the mess in the back as well as her current teammate, Max Verstappen. They stay side by side through the chicane, protecting the front positions as many drivers behind them try to slip past. 

In between turns two through five, multiple close calls occur as the the Stake F1 team showcase breaking issues this early on in the race. Y/n hardly got out of the chicane without hearing mishaps from the back. 

“Fucking cunt,” George Russel stated to his race engineer, Marcus Dudley. The fans screamed and laughed as the message was played out loud for the whole broadcast to hear. 

To mediate the tensions, a commentator stated, “For this British Grand Prix, we have a total of 52 laps with a forecast of dry conditions.” 

Coming from the paddock, Will Button announces his guesses for the race today, “It will honestly be a close call for first between the young driver of Redbull, Y/n, and her older teammate, Max. I know a Redbull 1 / 2 position will happen but my money is on Y/n as they’ve been on a winning streak for the past three races. As for third position, Lando Norris in the McClaren would be my final guess.”

Will moved closer to the McClaren garage as multiple shots show off the engineers, mechanics, and leaders. “They’ve recently redesigned their floor as well as the front wing. This big upgrade in the middle of the season might be the break that McClaren has been hoping for since the start of the season.” 

Coming up on their first lap, Y/n still leads the race. “51 more to go,” she thinks to herself. Although her head should be in the race, her heart couldn’t help but wish for this race to be already over. A certain red head was all she could think of. 

Two hours away from Silverstone, Wanda listens closely for enemies. She could sense two of them guarding the very door she needed to be in. “On my signal,” Steve mouthed. 

Just as Steve gave the go ahead, the sound of F1 commentary started to play in Wanda’s ear. “Lights out and away we go!” Wanda walked through the hallway, incapacitating the guards, allowing Natasha and Steve to drag them to an empty room. 

Natasha gave Wanda an ‘are you serious’ look as the commentary also played in her comms. “Why am I hearing about a race right now?” They all stood outside the entrance to the headquarters room. Around five guys and one guard were currently there from the looks of it. 

“Sorry, I had meant to only set it to my comms.” Wanda brought out the hologram and changed the settings before looking at Steve for the next set of instructions. 

“Since when did you care about racing?” Wanda shrugged in response as Steve signaled with his hands on which people to take care of. 

“I’ll tell you later.” 

“Are you fucking blind?” Y/n yelled to her race engineer. Lance Stroll had almost hit her side at turn seven, almost costing her the race had they actually made contact. “If he keeps racing like that, he’s bound to hurt somebody.”

“Copy that. We’re already in contact with the FIA about that.” Y/n’s grip on the steering wheel hardened. It was only lap 19 of 52 and her nerves were getting the best of her. She knew the race was going to be easy but her excitement to see Wanda again was causing her to lose focus. 

“I hope she’s watching me somehow,” Y/n thought. It was stupid to hope though as the driver knew Wanda was currently on a mission. It would be highly unlikely that she would watch her race, there were more important things than watching cars go round and round. 

Regardless though, winning this race was important to Y/n. This was the first race as an official couple. While the media hasn’t found out yet, she certainly didn’t want to give Wanda a bad impression. After all, if your girlfriend was continuously saving lives, the least she could do was win a race. 

“This ones for you Wanda.” 

“That should be the last of them.” Steve tied up the last enemy on base and sent the coordinates to backup for retrieval. “Let’s get to the rendezvous point. It’s around 30 minutes west from here on foot.” 

Wanda pulled out her secured phone as they walked out the secured building. She opened up the F1 app and immediately tuned in for the last couple minutes of the race. 

“We have a battle between the two Red Bulls, Max Verstappen and Y/n Y/l/n, for P1.” Steve gave a disapproving nod as they walked through London, trying their best to blend in with the crowd. Wanda could care less of Steve’s approval for her antics. The mission was nearly over and she wanted to at least support her girlfriend from far away. 

“Oh God! There’s a crash at Luffield! It’s a Mercedes!” Wanda watched in horror as the car flipped through the gravel multiple times before hitting the fence, landing in an awkward position. Had the gravel not been there, the car would have surely gone through the fence. A safety car was brought out, allowing people to pit. 

“I believe that was George Russel’s car that had just crashed.” Wanda flipped through the drivers until she found Y/n. Although she knew that wasn’t her car, seeing her safe and sound brought Wanda relief. 

“Jesus, is George okay?” Y/n asked. Wanda smiled at her girlfriend’s natural concern. Although it was one lap away from finishing, it was nice to know that the safety of others was the first thing that Y/n thought of. 

“Wanda.” Looking up, Natasha gave a silent command to put her phone away. “We have people tailing us. When I say go, run as fast as you can. Make sure to stay close.” 

Slyly looking back, Wanda could point out the people that looked out of place. “Fuck me.” 

“Thank you all for the wonderful race! The car was practically a bullet and everyone did so amazing today.” Y/n slid into first place and did a mini celebration on her car. 

As the camera crew came closer, she jumped in front of them and grabbed the camera. Taking off her helmet and balaclava, Y/n yelled, “This win is for my beautiful girlfriend! Can’t wait to see you babe!” 

Looking at the time on the screen, Y/n rushed past the cameras and went straight into the paddock. She ignored all the weird glances and congratulations she got on the way, the race win still fueling her adrenaline.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” Christian yelled but Y/n ignored it. It wasn’t like Red Bull had the balls to fire her for not celebrating.

Her assistant, Niya, had followed suit as Y/n took off her helmet into her dressing room. “Is my car ready Niya?” She nodded as she typed up a statement on her iPad. The team was going to be unhappy at the lack of answers but she knew they were ultimately happy with the points she scored for the team.

In no time, Y/n was out of her race suit and in an all black attire. She ran out of her room, yelling a thank you to Niya. Up on the screens, it showed Max at P2 while Lando was at P3 just like Will guessed. Several news outlets tried to catch up to Y/n, but she was not having it. 

“For the first time in F1 history, we don’t have the P1 spot filled. It seems our winner of the race had an emergency situation to attend to. Regardless, congratulations to Red Bull for the 1 / 2 positions.” 

Y/n smiled at Will’s comment as she passed the gates. This was going to be all over the news ‘Y/n runs off after P1 victory’. Yet Y/n could care less for all the speculations. She had to see her girl and nothing was stopping her. 

Hopping into her jet black Ferrari, Y/n sped out Silverstone. It was around an hour drive to the rendezvous point, but knowing the country like the back of her hand, she was guaranteed to make it on time.

“Does anyone know who the getaway driver is today? Fury stated that we’ll know the day of the mission, but I was never briefed about it,” Steve inquired as the team finally got away from the enemies. 

Wanda glanced up from her phone, “It’s my new girlfriend.” Not a lot of things shocked the assassin and the super soldier, but that comment did. 

“Is she qualified?” Natasha quipped. She found it strange that Wanda hadn’t mentioned her new partner. In addition, the lack of information on Wanda’s girlfriend was also alarming. What if she was the enemy? What if she was an assassin? So many questions ran through her head, but kept her anxiety at bay. 

“More than qualified,” Wanda stated with a proud smile, “She’s a driver at her day job. Plus Fury gave the approval for it just for this mission only.” 

Natasha and Steve digested Wanda’s words and continued to walk. However, Natasha wanted to know more, even if Fury did approve of it. “How did you two meet?” 

“Funny story, I was actually running away…” 

Wanda was surrounded. At every single avenue and exit was a marked enemy and with no back up, she only had herself to rely on. “Shit.” 

Wanda hurried herself out of the hotel, still noticing all the eyes around her. Thank goodness that it was still broad daylight. The enemies weren’t that careless to attract a crowd. 

As if sending a silent prayer, all attention diverted to the red ferrari that pulled up to the hotel. Before the valet could go up, Wanda rushed to and opened the passenger seat. She hopped in and closed the door.

Turning to the driver’s side, Wanda fully expected some old man to occupy the seat, but when her eyes met comforting brown eyes, a pretty smile, and furrowed eyebrows, she was hooked. The red head was distracted for a couple of seconds, before asking, “Do you know how to drive?”

Wanda knew she looked ridiculous. Any sane person would immediately kick her out, heck even call the police. Furthermore, the chances of a rich stranger even offering help was little to none, but when Wanda reached for Y/n’s emotions, she was even more surprised to see that this stranger didn’t feel any of that. 

“I do.” The accent almost made Wanda forget everything, but the sight of enemies getting closer made her focus. 

“Then drive.” 

“So you hijacked your girlfriend’s car, asked her to get you out of a sticky situation, and then survived?” Steve chuckled at Natasha’s question. The story felt like something out of an action movie, but then again, they were superheroes, so anything could happen. 

“I don’t know how, but she managed to get me out of Spain safely. I even asked her to drop me off at our pickup location. Her car wasn’t bulletproof, but she was so fast, they could hardly get a scratch on her.” Wanda smiled at the memory of their first encounter. 

“At the end, she didn’t even ask why I needed to run away. I think she recognized me from the news and just wanted to help. But before I left, she asked for a date.” How crazy does one need to be to ask the very person that put you in danger on a date? 

“I said yes because why not? I liked her and it was the least I could do after she spent a whole hour driving.” It was Natasha’s turn to laugh at how made up the whole story sounded. But when the assassin could not pick up on a single lie, it made her chuckle more. 

“Well I can’t wait to meet her,” Steve remarked. They were 10 minutes away from the pick up point. 

“And she better knows how to drive,” Natasha added. Wanda nodded quickly, the nerves finally making its way to her head. 

“I promise. She’s good.” 

“Where is she?” Natasha didn’t mean to sound aggressive, but they were still on a mission, something she ran a tight ship on. The crew were a minute early to the pick up point and Wanda had forgotten to ask Y/n to share her location. Right now, the witch paced back and forth with her phone in hand. 

The assassin didn’t want to add to Wanda’s already nervous state but they needed to leave. Before Wanda could send another message, a loud car screeched to a halt in front of them. Once the smoke settled, Wanda smiled at the sight of the getaway car. 

Opening the car door, Y/n got out, wearing a suit similar to her driver attire but in all black. “Am I late?” The wide cocky smile on Y/n’s face was hard to hide. The driver knew she was on time but didn’t dare to comment. 

Immediately noticing her girlfriend, Y/n closed the door and picked Wanda up by the thighs, spinning her around. The giggle that escaped Wanda’s lips almost made Natasha barf at how love sick the two were. 

As Y/n placed Wanda back down, she pulled her in by the waist and gave her a long kiss. The two almost forgot that they were in front of a crowd as Wanda ran her hands through Y/n’s hair. 

Natasha wanted to grumble at the unprofessionality but Steve’s look stopped her. Wanda was in love. This was something Steve had never seen before, and he was not going to dare to ruin it. This wasn’t to say that the assassin wasn’t happy for Wanda. She really was, but the mission was still the priority. 

Breaking the kiss, Y/n mumbled, “I’m not too late am I babe?” Wanda shook her head no as a large smile was plastered on her face. 

While holding Wanda’s hand, Y/n looked at Steve and Natasha, “Hi. I’m Y/n Y/l/n. It’s nice to meet you.” Letting go of Wanda’s hand, Y/n reached out to shake their hands. 

Steve was the first to shake Y/n’s hand and said, “Nice to meet you. My name is Steve.” 

Natasha bumped Steve out the way and shook Y/n’s hand, immediately liking the firm grip Y/n had. “I’m Natasha. It’s nice to meet you, but I think we should get out of here.” 

Stepping back to Wanda’s side, “You’re right, let’s get y’all out of here.” Y/n stepped around to open Wanda’s door, something both Steve and Natasha mentally noted.

Once everyone was buckled in, it was like a switch flipped inside Y/n’s brain as she zoomed from the meetup location. 

“I think someone is following us.” Everyone besides Y/n turned around and noticed the entourage that was trying their best to follow. 

They were barely 10 minutes away from the location before more enemies found them. “Do you think you can lose them?” Steve asked, ready to fight. Two of the five cars started to get closer. Y/n looked at her side mirror, hearing the sound of turbo being applied. 

“Those two will be a problem,” Y/n stated. 

“I’ll handle that.” Natasha rolled down her window and began to shoot the tires of the cars. After a couple tries, the red head got back in the car with a huff. “They’re bullet proof. Wanda can you handle them?” 

Before Wanda could reply, a rocket exploded in front of them. Due to her quick reflexes, Y/n managed to evade the direct blast. The debris got all over the side of their car and to the two cars behind them. Steering the car back onto the road, Y/n noticed Wanda eyes flashed red. 

“I’m getting rid of them.” Wanda rolled down her window, and focused on the closest car. The enemy had switched their turbo on, hitting their car from the back. Y/n grabbed Wanda’s leg, making sure her girlfriend didn’t stumble out. 

Using her magic, she casted the enemy car to a different direction, causing them to hit a nearby tree, exploding on impact. The wind, heat, and debris flew by Wanda as she focused on the last car. 

As she used her focus to misdirect them, the enemy had gotten out and started to shoot. A bullet has grazed Wanda’s shoulder, causing her to go back into the car.

“Fuck-”

“Language-”

“-they got me.” Y/n’s hands turned white as her grip on the wheel tightened. At this speed, the driver knew that Steve’s shield was useless. Not only that, bullets were useless to the enemy car as well. 

“My turn.” Shifting her gears, Y/n whipped the car around as she started to drive backwards. Lining her shot up, Y/n waited till the enemy car was directly in front of her. 

Looking at the rear view, Y/n knew a sharp ledge was coming. “Babe,” Wanda said in an alarmed tone. 

“I got this.” Still driving backwards, the enemy car finally was in line, pressing the grapple button, the car tethered to the enemy car causing them to slightly swerve. 

In a second, Y/n whipped the car using their momentum to drag the enemy car off the ledge. Y/n pressed the release button as the enemy continued to shoot at them. Within the next second, the enemy car was sent off the edge. 

As Y/n straightened the car once more, she noticed the explosion in the rear view. Feeling satisfied, Y/n stepped up and drove even faster to the rendezvous point.

“Are you going to be okay babe?” The crew had made it safely to base. Unfortunately for Wanda, it meant Y/n had no clearance to enter. 

Holding the cloth tighter to her shoulder, Wanda smiled. “I’m going to be okay. Are you sure you don’t need me to ask them to provide you safe passage back home?” 

Y/n shook her head no as she pulled Wanda close. By now, the adrenaline was still in her bones, but the high intense feeling was something she was used to. But what she felt for Wanda was something scarier, something the driver never felt for anyone before. 

“I’ll be safe. Plus, I’m hoping you friends can put in a good word for me. Do you think they were impressed?” Y/n and Wanda looked back, noticing Steve and Natasha were staring at them. Pretending like they weren’t just caught, the pair started to act like they were working ‘working’. 

“I think so. Even if they don’t, I think you were amazing today.” Wanda placed several kisses on Y/n’s cheeks, feeling overwhelmingly happy that everything turned out well. “And I’m sorry I couldn’t attend your race today.” 

Y/n held Wanda’s free hand. “No need to apologize babe. There’s plenty more that you can attend.” 

“I didn’t get to see it, but did you win?” 

“I did. Couldn’t let my girl down now.” Wanda bit her lip as she blushed at Y/n’s words. 

“Your girl?” A cocky smile was on Y/n’s face. She placed a quick kiss on Wanda’s rosey cheeks, causing the red head to blush even more. 

“Yup, my girl.” Unable to take Y/n’s gaze anymore, Wanda pulled Y/n in for another kiss. Although she knew Steve and Natasha were still looking, their gazes didn’t bother her. Especially when Y/n dipped her, deepening the kiss. 

As they slowly broke apart, Wanda couldn’t help but glance at Y/n’s lips, loving the way they looked plumped after kissing them. “As much as I want to continue kissing you, you need to seek medical attention babe.” 

Wanda rolled her eyes, not enjoying the reminder of having to go away. “Are you going to text me?”

“Of course. I’ll try and facetime you as soon as I get back to my hotel.” Wanda pouted, hating the fact they had such busy schedules. “I’ll be back to you before you know it.” 

With a quick peck, Y/n started to walk backwards to her new assigned car. “And watch my celebration! I think you’ll love it.” 

Y/n blew Wanda a kiss as she entered the car. The sound of the roaring engine was heard throughout the base as Y/n sped out.

Natasha walked to Wanda, placing an arm around her back. “Her background check passed.” 

Wanda glanced at Natasha, “Did you seriously just run a background check on my girlfriend?”

Natasha shrugged as she led Wanda into the base. 

“What? I have to know since she’s going to be our getaway driver again.” 

“Again?”

Natasha nodded. “Again.” 

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[abimess]

CYM Harry Potter edition :)))

Hi, friend! I've never done this and I'm terrible at this kind of things but let's go haha

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@yourtaletotell -> Lily Potter

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@mionemymind -> Ginny Weasley

@stephanieromanoff -> Nymphadora Tonks

Thank you for the ask, friend!!

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[blackxwidowsxwife]

Fanfic Author Support and Recs!

This is honestly a random post but I just felt the need to get something out there in support of some of my favorite writers in this tiny corner of the mcu community who all write wlw fanfic (specifically Nat or wanda x reader) bc I've been seeing a lot of my favorite writers upset about their lack of reblogs/support. 

Not on my watch!

So to help remedy this! here is a list of some of the BEST writers on this app and in the fanfic community in general, whose fics are burned in my brain and whose handles I damn near have memorized so I can keep up with their incredible works of art. I recommend any and all of their works please go give them a read! When I tell you I consider multiple fanfics written by this group to be the best pieces of writing I've ever read in GENERAL not just fanfic wise, and I truly mean that.  @vancityfire13 

@vulpe-fox 

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If you’re a new writer, or don’t see yourself on the list just know I see you too! This was mostly based on my most frequent reblogs. I love and support everyone in this little fanfic community always and will totally do something like this again for those i've missed. I plan on making a masterlist of some of my favorite fics sometime soon so stay tuned for that!

Anywho i just felt like giving back and supporting a few writers whose story’s I constantly reblog just bc consuming their media without going the extra mile to support just feels like a crime. I literally would pay good money for any one of your fics. That being said!! their works are such masterpieces i just had to recommend them to others. PLEASE GO READ GO OBSESS OVER THEIR WORKS LIKE ME YOU WONT REGRET IT. ❤️

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[reminiscingtonight]

Hardest Thing

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 311

A/N: Based on “Hardest Thing” by Sasha Alex Sloan

[Angst Week Masterlist] // [Main Masterlist]

The car was running outside.

You could see the puff of the engine from where you stood in the doorway. Although you made up your mind days ago, your feet still felt heavy. 

Your life’s been a hard one. It’s had so many ups and downs, so many twists and turns. You’ve had so many hard choices to make. But this might be the hardest. 

There’s a burning sensation from where you know there are green eyes fixed upon. You don’t have to fully turn towards her to know there are tears in her eyes.

You turn to face Wanda anyways. 

“I’ve never been good at saying goodbye.”

Her response was instantaneous. “Then don’t say it.”

You sigh. “Wanda.”

“Stay, please.” Her hands come out to grip yours. You don’t have the heart to pull away.

You swallow hard, ignoring the way the words stick to your throat. “You know I can’t.”

A gentle hand comes up to cup her face. Wanda’s eyes fall shut at the feel of your touch.  

“Please don’t cry.”

She breathes out shakingly when you wipe away a loose tear.

Choosing to press a kiss against her forehead wasn’t a hard one to make. Your eyes slip close, hoping to commit this to memory.

If this was the last time you saw her, you never wanted to forget this.

“I love you.”

And that was the truth. Even though you were walking away, there was no mistaking how much love you held for her in your heart. 

“Someday.”

You nod, doing your best to swallow away the lump in your throat.

“Someday.”

There were a lot of things you couldn’t give Wanda right now. But this, a promise that one day you’d find your way back to each other, you could give her that.

Because hope was the only thing the two of you had left.

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[messedupfan]

Should've Told You (Leigh Shaw x Reader) Chapter 8

Summary: Y/n and Leigh arrive in Palm Springs.

A/N: I'm really bad at this sort of thing but thank you to everyone who has been reading and leaving wonderful comments. A special thanks to @mionemymind for sharing this story and of course to the many others that shared after. All y'all have a special place in my heart. Anyway, let me know what you think and enjoy!

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“Hi, welcome to Palms Club Hotel. Do you have a reservation?”

“I do, under Shaw,” she sets her bag in front of you as you lean against the surface and hide your face with the lid of your old Dodgers baseball cap. She called you ridiculous for trying to disguise yourself with a hat and sunglasses but you told her it was necessary.

“Shaw?” The man at the front desk types in a few keys to confirm. You notice that his name tag says Julio. “Miss Shaw, I see you’re booked under the romance package. Let me arrange two keys for you.” Leigh turns to you with a small smirk playing on her lips.

“That would be great, thank you.”

“Okay, can I have someone help you with your luggage?”

You adjust the lid of your cap with a shake of your head as Leigh answers, “No luggage.” She refused to let you pack a bag for yourself because she couldn’t pack one. You offered to lend her clothes or even take her back to her house to grab some of her things but she was dead set on just heading straight to the hotel, you were lucky enough to get her to change into something she left at your place. Well she kept the shirt on from last night but she exchanged the sweatpants for a pair of her yoga pants. You weren’t too worried about not having luggage though, you always had a getaway bag stashed in the trunk of your car. Maybe that was another thing you needed to work on.

Julio is a little confused but doesn’t question it and places two keycards down. “Got it. And I apologize, your room isn’t quite ready yet but we do have two pools, a spa, a full gym, and tennis courts.”

“Oh nice two pools. Maybe if someone let me pack I could’ve gone for a swim,” you mutter under your breath and Leigh swats your shoulder. “Hey!”

“Sorry about that, do you have a gift shop?” After he finishes checking the two of you in, Julio points the way to the gift shop. You tip your hat to him with a thank you and when his eyes narrow in recognition you rush away. Leigh wanders through the gift shop and talks with the employee, meanwhile you’re more focused on making sure no one finds out that you’re here and staying in a romantic suite with a recently widowed woman. Oh the headlines you could imagine. At this moment you really wished that you had your phone but Leigh made you turn it off and leave it in the car. “You know, you’re not that special, Y/n.” Leigh says as she flips through the pages of some book Mari, the employee, had recommended.

“And here I thought you loved me,” you say with a hint of actual hurt.

Leigh rolls her eyes, “What I mean is, maybe you’re being a little paranoid. Relax, let’s enjoy this little bubble of ours.” She grabs a second copy for you and leans up to give you a kiss. You say her name in warning and she replies with, “Come on, Y/n. Let’s pretend to be some lovesick couple with no baggage for the weekend ––”

“Literally and figuratively,” you chime in.

“Yes, I think it could be really good for us.” She plays with the cross on your necklace again. A reminder that life is short.

“Okay. Okay. Okay,” you nod as you consider the idea. “Okay. What happens in Palm Springs will stay in Palm Springs. Deal?” You offer your hand and she shakes her head with a mischievous smile. “You want to seal it with a kiss don’t you?” She nods and you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that grows. This time you don’t argue and lean down to kiss her, it doesn’t last too long with the both of you smiling like idiots. “So what are the rules? And are we ourselves or do we have different identities too? I feel like that could be fun.”

“You’re overthinking this, we don’t need rules. But I do like the second idea. Maybe we could do that. Let me pay for these books and we can read them by the pool while we wait for our room. Okay?” She places her hand on your chest to give you another kiss.

“Alright,” you kiss her and grab the bag off of her shoulder, she asks what you’re doing. “Oh, you thought I was going to let you buy them with your own money? That’s cute. Here, you know the pin,” you pull out your card from the wallet that was in your pocket.

“You never let me pay for anything,” she pouts.

“And you think you’d have gotten used to it by now,” you retort.

“Fine,” she walked to the register, deciding not to argue about it today. You wander around the rest of the store searching for the candy section.

“You and your spouse are such a cute couple. How long have you been married?” Mari asks as scans the books. Leigh short circuits as she stumbles in telling the woman that the two of you aren’t married. “Oh I’m sorry, I saw your ring and… You know what. It’s none of my business. I apologize, ma’am.” Leigh wants to correct the woman again but she doesn’t want to be pitied about her dead husband right now. Adulterous whore actually sounded better than widow today. You join Leigh’s side once you’ve found the candy you were looking for and added it to the purchase.

“Really? Lollipops and gumdrops?”

“What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic,” you pull her against your chest by her waist and lock your arms around her middle, kissing the blush on her cheek. She steals one of your hands and laces her fingers with yours as she settles comfortably in your embrace with a content smile.

“Oh, is there a story to this?” Mari asks with a kind smile, she thought you were adorable together and really didn’t want to misjudge the situation.

“Do you want to tell the story or should I?” You ask Leigh, clueless to the woman’s mistaken assumptions of the two of you. Leigh gives you the go ahead and you excitedly tell the name mishap and that you recently learned the origin of your nickname. “Which is super cheesy but I think I will keep that between us a little longer.” Leigh thanks you by placing a soft kiss on your jaw. She thought it was cute that you wanted to preserve it a little longer. Mari compliments you on being a cute couple but is now more confused about the situation than before. You warmly thank her.

You and Leigh find a couple of chairs to lounge on by the pool and sit. “She thinks I’m cheating on my spouse,” Leigh admits. You raise your eyebrows in question and she lifts her hand as an answer. Your eyes widen slightly in recognition as you’re reminded once again that you are not the person who put it there because of fear and waiting. Maybe Leigh was right. Maybe there was no point in waiting any longer to be together because time isn’t guaranteed. “I can take it off if you think it’s going to ruin our thing,” she offers in a soft voice. With a frown you take her hand and rub your thumb over the ring as you contemplate your approach.

“Are you sure that is something that you want to do? I would never ask that of you because you should only take it off if you're ready.”

Leigh shifts her gaze between you and the ring as she chews on the inside of her cheek. “Thank you,” she pulls her hand out of yours and slips the piece of jewelry off of her finger and places it into her purse. “But I think it’s time.” You are surprised and she sits up and leans over to kiss you. "It's just us this weekend." You smile and are about to say something when a couple of kids jump in the pool and the two of you are caught in their splash radius.

“Boys!” Their mom chases after them. “Oh I am so sorry.”

You and Leigh laugh and wipe yourselves off. “It’s okay,” she waves the woman off.

“Oh no, boys, apologize to the couple.”

“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine,” Leigh continues to laugh.

“Yeah, it’s no problem. It’s a pool,” you say as you take off the sunglasses to wipe off the water. The woman then recognizes you and you flush sharing an I told you so smile with Leigh, to which she rolls her eyes. The woman frantically approaches and asks for a picture. "Uh I'm trying to enjoy some privacy with my… friend. I don't really…" you try to let her down but she is persistent and hands Leigh her phone. You do your best not to look annoyed in the photo because people on the internet will have something to say about it.

After a few pictures you think it's over but then she calls her boys over, "They are such big fans!" An uneasy guilt and feeling of obligation worms it's way into your stomach so you agree to take a few more photos with her kids who light up when they recognize you. They also apologize repeatedly for getting water on you and you reassure them that it's fine. You tried to politely excuse them but the boys wanted to talk to you more and their mother encouraged them to. At this moment you have never been so irritated by a person but you kept your features kind and answered some of their questions.

The only thing keeping your smile up is Leigh's amused expression as she watched you interact. There was a special light in her eyes when she found something to be funny and you loved every second of it.

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"Scarlet Witch?"

"Huh?" You pull your eyes from the drawing and blink in confusion from your surroundings, searching for the voice that broke you out of your trance and brought you back to reality. "Oh! Hi there. Yeah. Uh… when I'm bored I practice drawing comic book characters," you explain to the tall nerdy looking student.

"That's a pretty awesome drawing of her. It’s a lot different than the ones from the comics though,” he observes and you blush.

“That’s uh because I also tend to cast my friends as the characters when I draw them. This one is my best friend as the Scarlet Witch. It’s entertainment for now and will probably be a birthday present for her later.”

“Wow, I wish I had a friend that would draw me as a hero. That is so cool. So you like comic books?" The stranger asks as he fills the empty seat next to you.

"Yes sir, comic books are awesome. A totally underrated form of storytelling." Your words cause his face to light up and you can tell he's excited to have found someone with a key similar interest.

"What did you think about the Iron-Man movie?"

"That was so fucking awesome. Robert Downey Jr. was born to play Tony Stark. I was excited about that thing the second Marvel announced it at comic-con last year."

"You were there too?"

"Hell yeah, dude. I’ve been going almost every year since I moved out here in the ninth grade. Well, I missed this year but that’s a long story.” You had to miss this year because you couldn’t afford to go. Your brothers cancer had relapsed and your dad was being difficult about helping with the medical bills so of course you stepped up. At the moment you were working three jobs to help with the bills and pay for your tuition. You had close to no time for yourself and never had money for anything fun or personal. You feel lucky to have made it to your sophomore year. When Iron-Man came out, Leigh surprised you with tickets because you had brought her to the comic-con when it was announced and she knew how excited you were for the movie. It was one of the best nights ever. This stranger, of course, didn’t need to know any of that. “I don't dress up though, I usually just find the coolest thing there and get a t-shirt from that. What do you usually do?"

"If you're asking if I'm a cosplayer, that is a definite no.” You could tell that he was lying. “Uh… I don't usually get things when I'm there but I did grab an Iron-Man shirt. I mean, how could I not? That was definitely the coolest announcement there that year. I'm Matt by the way," he holds his hand out to you.

"Y/n," you shake his hand and the conversation goes on. It's paused as the lecture starts but neither of you is as interested in the subject as you are in deciding whether or not Robert Downey Jr. was the right choice for Tony Stark. You believed that he was perfect for the role but Matt was skeptical. It eventually moved onto favorite Batman actor and then to favorite comic series and whether DC or Marvel was more superior than the other. You both agreed, it's Marvel. Of course, no hate to DC comics. You do, after all, own a Batman onesie. Not that you can wear it without being reminded of Jade and her Wonder Woman onesie… You push the thought away. Eventually the conversation found its way around to discussing favorite X-Men, his was Rogue and yours were (your favorite X-Men).

A few months later, the two of you were studying together for the midterm. After his incident there was a little bit of awkwardness between the two of you. Largely on his part because he was embarrassed that you had seen him so vulnerable but you did your best to show him that you cared anyway. He was grateful to you. For weeks after, you made sure he got to his therapy appointments, even if it made you late for work because you were worried that if he wasn’t supervised then he wouldn’t go and he’d have another episode. Luckily, he saw the value in therapy and after his diagnosis he relieved you of the responsibility. You saw a big difference in him after he started to take care of himself and you considered getting help yourself but you had no time for it. Halfway through the study session Matt realized that you were being unusually quiet for a study session. You were zoned out because you had a lot on your mind and he felt that something was up. "Y/n?" Matt called to grab your attention. You hummed in acknowledgement as you wrote something down but you didn't look up or feel up to saying anything. "Is everything ok? Usually by now you're going on and on about some ridiculous kids show."

"First off, a show about a girl that is secretly a pop star is not ridiculous. It’s brilliant. Second, everything is fine. I'm just tired," you shrug. It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth. You weren't sure if you were allowed to unload your problems on someone who already had enough of their own so you kept them from him. Besides, it's not like you didn't have anyone to talk to about your brother's cancer relapse and the financial burden it has caused you. You had Leigh to vent to and she was enough. The current problem that had you silent was that you were barely surviving on the few hours of sleep you got and is basically on autopilot until your golden day. The one day that you had no work and no school, you were so excited to just sleep the whole day away. You yawn thinking about it and Matt doesn’t ask anymore questions.

"We should make our own comic book," Matt startles you during your afternoon nap between classes in the library. “Sorry, were you asleep?” The obvious answer was yes but you shook your head instead with a yawn. “Okay, good. We should make our own comic book,” he states again.

“Um… Okay? Where is this coming from?” You wanted to be as enthusiastic about this idea as he was but at the moment there was so much on your plate. It was nearing summer but that wasn’t going to bring you any peace. You were stretched thin as it was taking summer courses and working on four student film projects plus the three jobs that you were surprised to still be maintaining. All of your free time – not counting the time you studied – was spent sleeping, which wasn’t much. So adding another project didn’t seem as exciting to you.

“Think about it, we could make something awesome together. We have a decent set of skills between the two of us and a vast knowledge and love of comic books.” You nod tiredly, but sense that there is something more to it and you ask if there is. “Okay, okay, you caught me. I told my therapist about the comics I used to make for Danny when we were kids and she thought it might be a good therapeutic exercise for me to start another one. I haven’t been able to come up with a concept I like yet but then I remembered you had some really cool ideas and thought that maybe we could develop them together…? Please say yes!”

You scratch the back of your head with a deep frown as the crushing weight of all of your other obligations start to take hold of you. “Can I think about it?” Matt accepts that as an answer for the time being and then leaves the table you had been studying at in the university’s library. It was probably the only place you got any quiet these days.

At home, your little brother was regularly having friends over to play on your gaming consoles and they were the loudest group of teenagers hogging up your Xbox and Playstation. This meant your room was off limits for peace. When your older brother was home from the hospital, he was having a revolving door of visitors since it wasn’t looking good for him which made it impossible to be anywhere on the first floor. Plus you would be distracted with wanting to spend as much time as possible with him because you didn’t know how much longer you had with him. The park near your house was suddenly very popular and screaming children was not the ideal sound to focus on your coursework.

You tried to study at Leigh’s house since she said she was alone most of the time but lately it was so much harder to pretend that you only saw her as a friend. Especially since she let you lean on her so much. If you had the time, you would jump into the first relationship offered to you so that you could redirect those feelings onto someone more appropriate. But seeing as this is the longest you’ve been single, it was almost a blessing that you had no time at all for that kind of relationship.

It didn’t help that Leigh has been everything you needed her to be and more. She was making it nearly impossible not to be in love with her. Whenever you needed to vent, she was there to listen and hold your hand. Sometimes she would hold you completely and that made it hard to stay awake but she never let it happen. She would make you a cup of coffee or keep a secret stash of terrible energy drinks in the basement refrigerator just for you. Then on the days that might have been hazardous for you to drive, all you had to do was say the word and Leigh gave you a ride. Which gave you a few minutes to rest and time to be around her. Leigh would even help you run lines for a few film projects you were a part of just like she used to for the plays you did in high school. Best of all, whenever you needed a distraction she always found a way to provide one. Leigh was taking very good care of you and you were beyond grateful to her. You only hoped that someday you could return the favor and take care of her when she needed you to.

You groaned as you checked the time because you barely got any work done and your next class started in twenty minutes, it was going to take you at least fifteen to get there. You gave yourself five seconds to freak out and worry before shutting your laptop and books. The rest of the day dragged on and after your last class you had an hour before work. You kicked your little brother out of your room and used him as a sort of alarm clock by telling him that he could resume playing in forty-five minutes. Exactly that amount of time later he was anxiously shaking you awake saying that you promised. You thanked him and let him on the console after getting ready for the restaurant.

During your break you needed to study more but it was nearly impossible with how overwhelmed you felt so you decided to write to Leigh’s advice column for her school paper. She was always complaining that not enough people write to her so she hardly got published. She felt that she had really good advice to give and really needed the practice. So being the good friend that you were, you would send in easy and anonymous requests every so often. You thought she might be catching on, especially since you accidentally used her own advice on her once. You played it off as only being a supportive reader but it made her suspicious. Because of that the amount of requests you send fluctuates from really bizarre to really good.

Right now, however, you needed actual advice and again, she needed practice. You vaguely described your busy schedule, careful to not go into too much detail just in case you vented to her in person then you brought up the current predicament: Matt’s comic. You went on to say that you wanted to add the project to your insane schedule and that you didn’t want to disappoint your friend but it was going to be a big commitment and you weren’t sure that you had the time to make it. You signed it as anonymous and sent it in.

The next week you drove to Leigh’s school to pick up the issue and found her advice to be helpful and exactly what you needed to hear. You went over to Matt’s dorm prepared to tell him no but as soon as he saw you he excitedly pulled out the rough drafts of things you talked about in past conversations that made it impossible to turn the guy down. So you got trapped in yet another commitment. Luckily, two of the student films began and ended back to back. There was a week break between those and the third project, then two weeks free before the fourth one. You mentally shook your head and wondered why you did this to yourself. But you convinced yourself that it would all be worth it eventually.

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“Champagne and chocolate covered strawberries,” you narrate as you walk into the room with the very romantic setting. The natural instinct to freak out about being here alone with Leigh is much harder to tame than you originally thought. That old part of you is itching to go to the front desk to request a new room with two beds. Preferably without the romance package. “The flowers on the bed are cute, a little cheesy but… that's romance right?” You pop a couple of gumdrops in your mouth and make a disgusted face. “Yech! You actually like these?”

Leigh snatches the bag from your hand and fishes out a handful of gumdrops, “I love them, now shut up about it.”

You hold your hands up in surrender, "You know it's fitting that you secretly love something I absolutely hate."

"Mmm why is that?"

"Because I hate myself and you've secretly been in love with me for who knows how long," you laugh when she swats at your shoulder and admonishes you for saying that about yourself. "I'm kidding!" You exclaim. "Well… kinda," you laugh again, this time dodging her. You grab a strawberry off of the tray and moan loudly in surprise after taking a big bite. They were perfect. The sweetness of the fruit paired well with the bitterness of the chocolate and is completed with the satisfying crunch that the layer provided.

“Are they really that good?” Leigh asks skeptically because in the past you have tricked her by making a big deal about something that was awful. In your defense, you didn’t want to suffer the experience alone. You nod and pick up another one but motion for Leigh to open her mouth to feed her the treat. She eyes you for a second before she decides to trust you. “Oh, that is good,” she says with a full mouth.

“Right? I bet the champagne takes it to the next level,” you say as you begin to open the bottle. Leigh places her hand over yours to stop you and you look up at her confused.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?”

“It’s like four, relax. Besides, we’re on vacation. Come on, the strawberries will go bad if we wait too long,” she reluctantly agrees and you open the bottle. The champagne definitely made the difference.

"That was delicious,” Leigh sighs after the two of you have finished feeding each other the rest of the strawberries on the bed. “What now?" She grabs the bottle and refills the glass.

"I don't know… what do normal people do on romantic getaways? I mean other than fuck like bunnies."

"That’s pretty much it,” Leigh deadpans with a shrug. “But if you want to get that far with me, you at least have to buy me dinner first.” She leans in to kiss you and you accept, enjoying the normalcy of it all.

You pull away and shake your head, “How about... I buy you dinner and you can keep your clothes on.”

“Oh, I’ve never done it with my clothes on before. That will be interesting,” she scoots closer to you but you make sure to keep distance between the two of you.

“No, oh my…” You drop your face into your free hand and laugh. Suddenly, an idea pops into your head, you abruptly stand from the bed and place your half full glass onto the nightstand. "You know what, I think I have a plan. Figure out something to do with yourself for an hour. I'll be right back," you lean down and peck Leigh on the lips one last time before leaving the room.

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After months of excruciating non-stop work and sleep deprivation you had a couple of free weeks before fall semester started. You took some of that time to spend with Leigh, Jules, Drew, Lexi, and Frankie at a beach house the group of you rented in Santa Monica for a little vacation to end the summer with. You were able to join the vacation because in the previous month your father finally decided to contribute to your brother's care. This of course was way after the bills got lighter since the new treatment was working. He wasn't out of the woods yet but things were definitely looking up. With your father's assistance, you didn't have to work as much and decided to depart from one of the jobs. You were considering leaving another but haven't made any official plans especially when your father wasn't the most reliable. You had to be prepared for that.

It was possibly the best week of your life. Going to bed and waking up to the sounds of the waves was a true dream. The dream was complete with Leigh having to share the bed with you due to the low number of beds compared to occupants. Then hanging out on the beach everyday with your friends, playing volleyball or chasing each other with water guns, you and Drew tossing the others into the ocean together. It was especially fun to mess with Leigh because she hated the ocean. Something about watching Jaws at a young age. Frankie was the first one in the group to turn twenty-one and she was happy to supply the group with beer so every night ended with a few drinks around a bonfire. Leigh was always cold and she would trap you in a blanket with her so she could steal your body heat.

"I thought I was like a furnace," you referenced when she kicked you out of bed the previous night because you were too hot to sleep next to. It wasn't your fault that sometimes your body overheats.

"That was a million years ago, Gumdrop. Let it go and hold me," she gripped your shirt and pulled you closer under the blanket. She also grabbed your hand so she could warm hers up. You didn't blame her, they were freezing and yours were uncomfortably warm. In a way, you needed her cold hands.

"That was literally last night, Lollipop," you retort but comply as you stretch your arm over her shoulders.

"Awe look at our parents. Aren't they so adorable?" Jules teases which turns the attention of the other three onto you and Leigh.

"Awe hun, look at our adorable little Julie Bear. Holding the bottle all on her own. Before you know it we won't have to hold her hair back or carry her to bed anymore," you tease back. "Oh wait! That's exactly what we'll have to do!"

Leigh pretends to wipe tears from her eyes, "They grow up so fast, dear. I'm counting the days she goes off to college, finds new people to take care of her and doesn't need us anymore."

Jules raises her middle finger with a laugh as she takes a drink. "The two of you are so meant for each other."

This makes you and Leigh turn to each other with scrunched noses and say the word gross in unison. Which then leads to a surprisingly long and creepy game of jinx. Drew and Lexi place bets on who is going to win. Jules excuses herself to grab another drink and Frankie gets the bright idea to fill up a water gun. When she does blast the two of you with water it makes you lose the game and you chase her around the area until you get a hold of the water gun. You spray her a few times while she's laughing on the ground and walk back to the group. "So who won?" You ask Drew and Lexi. She points to Drew and you shake your head. "You bet against me? Buddy, come on. I thought we were friends." You raise the super soaker up and aim it at him but he scrambles to his feet before you pull the trigger. "Damn, you guys know I hate cardio," you grumbled as you chased after him.

A group of people nearby spotted you pinning Drew down with your foot and aiming the large water gun at him and invited you and your group of friends to a party at the place they were renting. You and Drew accepted after you shot him in the face with the toy and headed back to the house to inform everyone else. The group of you went and had a lot of fun, it wasn't anything crazy. A very low-key gathering with beer, music, and college students a couple years ahead of you and your friends. You do a double take when you recognize someone and you greet him with a hug.

"Hey Danny, how are things? I haven't seen you all summer!"

"I got an internship so I've been busy. How do you know these guys?"

"I don't, they just saw me holding my friend Drew at gunpoint and thought hey, let's invite them," you joked. "Is Matt here too?"

"No, I tried to get him to come out but he said something about needing to meet one of your deadlines?"

"Oh, the comic. Right. Yeah, he was frustrated that we weren't getting anywhere. I had to explain to him that he was the one who kept pushing it off because he thought he had all the time in the world. So I gave him dates that he had to have certain things done by," you take a sip from your red solo cup. "It's helped a lot but he still procrastinates to the last second. He'll get how annoying that is when he starts teaching."

Danny laughs, "That's right. He finally picked a career path. How did he land on teaching anyway?"

You shrug, "I don't know. I'm not his therapist."

"Y/n!" You turn at the sound of your name to find Lexi approaching. She had that predatory look in her eyes and you mentally groaned because you and Leigh shared a wall with her and Danny was a really easy catch. "Who is this hottie you're talking to?" She asks, eyeing Danny while drinking her beverage.

Danny had a similar interest in your friend and you started to really hope he had a room here. "I'm Danny, we go to school together," he introduces himself. "And you are?"

"Alexis, but everyone calls me Lexi," she holds her hand out.

"Quick question, Danny. Are you staying here?"

"Not really, I was just going to crash on the couch. Why?"

"Damnit," you curse under your breath. "Have fun you two… just please. Not too loud." They didn't listen and all of your fears came true. As you were lying wide awake in bed next Leigh, you could clearly hear Danny and Lexi in the next room.

"Why did you agree to go to that stupid party?" Leigh complained as she tried to block the noise with her pillow.

"Because I thought it would be fun," you smiled at her. "You have to admit that you had a little bit of fun. I saw you give that one guy your number," you wiggled your eyebrows and she hit you in the face with the pillow. "Ow! Hey!"

"Actually, I gave him your number just so that he would leave me alone."

"What? Why didn't you scratch your nose? You know I would have stepped in." That was the help signal that was agreed on within the group if anyone was stuck in an uncomfortable situation.

Leigh shrugs, "I've gotten used to just handing out your number instead because of the few parties I was dragged to at my school and I didn't have you or anyone else that knows about the signal."

"You know, that explains a lot of messages now." The two of you laugh together but stop as soon as you hear more sounds from the other room. "Do you want to go for a walk with me? I feel like taking a walk."

"Yeah, okay. Just give me a second to grab my jacket, I left it in the living room." Leigh exits the room but returns seconds later with her hand over her mouth, no jacket, and a shocked expression. You ask her what's wrong and she takes a moment to respond. "Um I just saw Jules and some guy going at it on the couch."

"Awe man, I don't want to see that."

"What are we going to do? We can't leave."

"I've got an idea," you stand from the bed and grab your Baja hoodie from the closet and toss it to Leigh. She points out that you'll be cold and you tell her to touch your hand. When she does she gives you a concerned look when she feels the heat and you shrug it off. According to the internet it was something that anxiety caused. Which was something you’ve been dealing with your whole life so you didn’t worry about the uncomfortable way your body would heat up.

"So how are we getting out of here?"

"The window."

"The window?"

"The window," you confirmed as you opened the latches and pushed the plate of glass up. You hopped out first, "Come on Leigh. Let's go!" She wasn't sure but she climbed out of the window anyway.

"What now?" She asked.

"We walk," you point the way off of the porch. Together, you and Leigh walk along the shore of the beach in silence at first. "Are you ever going to tell me why you call me Gumdrop?" You ask randomly.

Leigh shakes her head, "Are you ever going to tell me why you run away from me?"

"Okay, first off, I haven't run away in almost two years. Trust me, I've wanted to and not because of you. Second, will you ever stop answering my question with that question?"

"Maybe one day, when you answer my question first."

"But I asked my question before you asked yours so technically, you should be answering mine first."

"Technically, I don't ever have to tell you. I could just torture you the rest of our lives and never tell you why I gave you the nickname."

"Oh you are evil," you state with a slight amazement. "I like it," you grinned and she rolled her eyes. The two of you carried on with another conversation, turned around when you got a little too far away from the house and at some point just sat down next to each other to enjoy the sound of the waves crashing. "Why do you hand out my number?"

Leigh shrugs, "Because I know that you'll get rid of them and it’s safer to hand over some number than it is to tell them I’m not interested."

"That's true," you go silent again and find a shell in the sand to clean and keep your hands busy. "I know why I haven't been dating, but can I ask why you haven't?"

She begins to shift uncomfortably, Leigh is reminded of prom night and fears that if she tells you the wrong thing you'll run off again. "Uh I'm just really focused on school and putting myself out there is a lot of work. I'll do it eventually, it's just not a priority right now." You nod as you calculate your next words.

"Hey, you know what we should do?" She hums in acknowledgement. "We should make one of those pacts." Under the moonlight she gives you an adorable confused expression that makes you smile. "Say we're thirty and both single—"

"Oh that! Wait, thirty? That's a little young to give up on finding someone and settle, don't you think?"

"Damn, okay,” you do your best not to sound offended. “Fine, if we're forty and both single we should get married. Deal?"

"Is it still valid if I have been married before but am divorced?"

"Sure, why not? You'll be single."

"What if I have kids from that marriage?"

"You know I'll love them, they are yours after all," you knock your shoulder against hers. Leigh does her cute smile that has her bottom lip tucked under her teeth and you swear your heart skips a beat. "What about me? Will the pact still be valid if I have all of that before then?"

"God no," she laughs at your offended noises. "I am not dealing with whatever crazy ex you have at that point. Let's be real, you're not exactly the best judge of character. I'll still be a cool aunt for your kids but I highly doubt whoever you divorced would let me help parent them. Oh! You know what it is. I refuse to be your mom's husband. Y'know… the guy you refuse to call your step-dad because your actual dad is a nut job."

"Okay, that's fair. I can understand that," you laugh. "Hey, wait a second judgy. It's not like you call Sabrina your mom so…"

"True, but that's because we both agreed that I didn't have to but when I introduce her to other people I say that she is my step-mom. You never had that conversation with y/s-d/n and everytime you introduce him you like, malfunction and wave your hands around until you end with m-my mom's husband," she laughs at her own impression of you. "Plus I actually like Sabrina. Can you say the same?"

"Okay, we don't need to have this conversation again. He has kids he barely sees and I have a dad who's feelings would get hurt. Me and him don't need to have a relationship. As long as he makes my mom happy I'm fine living with a stranger a little longer."

"That is so sad. Your brothers talk to him all of the time. Why can't you?"

"Because I can't. Can we drop it?" You snap and tense because of the talk you had with your dad all of those years ago. It was unfair for him to act the way he did by manipulating a nine-year-old into distancing themselves from someone who is supposed to be part of their family. To this day you don't know why your dad only had that conversation with you but after twenty years of knowing the man, you learned that it was impossible to understand why he ever did anything.

Leigh lays her hand on your back and rubs calm circles. "Gumdrop," she calls softly. "Y/n,” she tries again. “Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I promise to never bring it up again."

"It's fine," you turn to look at her not knowing that she was so close to you. Another moment that you choose not to do the one thing you want to. "We should head back inside."

"Or we could lay down and look at the stars," she suggests.

"Alright, fine. But only for a little bit. Then we go back inside." The two of you wake up to the cold water washing over you because the tide had risen while you were asleep. "I told you we should've gone back inside!" You shout as you stand from the sand. Leigh is laughing too hard to say anything which makes you join in. Then the next wave wraps around your ankles and pulls you down making you laugh harder. It takes twenty minutes for the two of you to return to the house soaking wet and when you do everyone gives you a funny look, but says nothing as they enjoy the breakfast Frankie had spread out for everyone.

"Where's Danny?" You asked Lexi as you sat down.

"That was his name! No wonder he stormed out when I called him Dante." You shook your head with a hearty laugh and served yourself.

A few weeks later Matt invites you to his mom’s house for the first time, you didn’t think it was weird until you got there and you realized they were celebrating his dead father. You felt weird about staying but Matt said he could really use a friend and no one else knows about his problems so you figured it couldn't hurt to be there for him.

After meeting his mom, she asked you to call her Bobby. You felt bad for her because she lost her husband, who you assume was the love of her life. She was trying to be as positive about the occasion as possible but you could tell she was struggling to hold it together and her sons were no help. Matt and Danny were miserable and couldn’t even pretend to enjoy everything that Bobby had planned. Instead they were grumpy when she was around and making lists of things they would rather be doing every time she stepped out of the room. They would go back and forth starting with easy stuff like going to the movies or getting hit by a bus. Then it moved on from sitting in an exam to more absurd or extreme things like jumping down to earth from a space shuttle and traveling to a dimension where they actually liked their dad.

It was an odd way to cope but you chimed in from time to time so that you weren't completely out of place. Whenever their mom was around you made sure to engage in conversation with her so that they didn't have to. It did lead to the boys sharing their few favorite memories of their father and she was happy to reminisce. Excited, even. Once the night was over Bobby gave you her stamp of approval and told Matt to bring you over more often. He didn't really see the point since the two of you only hung out in his dorm to watch movies and work on the comic book series. A part of you knew nothing was going to come out of it though you did work hard on it. You promised to come around and visit with Bobby anyway.

"Thank you for that," Matt said in the car. He was dropping you off at your house because a ride to his house was included. "This day is always hard for Danny and I because we remember our father very differently from our mom. But she insists on painting him as this perfect husband and father. Which he most definitely was not."

"Dad's are… something else. Trust me, I get it."

"You're lucky because you have two dads."

You scoff, "How presumptuous of you. I have one dad, Matt. And he's pretty disappointing."

"Technically you have a spare dad too."

"A spare dad? What the hell? Dude, you have no clue what you are talking about. Just because he's married to my mom does not make that man my spare dad. My goodness I must be radiating some sort of daddy issues energy or something." You mutter the second part to yourself. Luckily, Matt doesn't hear a word of it.

"What?"

"Nothing," you quickly change the subject to the comics and you open his glove compartment to grab the folder.

"I'm glad you brought those up actually, I think we're going to need to pause on that since school has started and I'm already swamped with assignments." A voice in your head wants to tell him off because of how little time you had when the two of you started the damn thing but you gave it to him regardless. Instead you take the high road and let it go, if he doesn't have time then he doesn't have time.

"Yeah, alright. It could be like a summer thing or a 'whenever it's right' type of thing. Thank you for the ride," you hug him goodbye and exit his car.

Chapter 9

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