#sorry that i'm maximoff trash

[lizzieislife94x]

Professor Maximoff (w.m)

Wanda G!PxFem Reader

legal age gap y/n is 22 and lizzie is lets say 28

Just a little update to keep the book updated requests are open always Also over 10k reads holy shit I didn't think that many would see this 😳 but thank you (the fact this was the 10k read mark originally and then the whole book got removed at 700k reads still hurts my heart lmfao)

 Y/ns POV: 

"Hey can I have an iced coffee please" I say to the woman serving me "that will be $4 please and ill get your coffee right away" I smile and hand over the money as I wait for my drink after a minute she hands me my drink I smile and say thank you as I head out the store I pull my phone out to check the time and notice I'm later for my first class fuck I have professor Maximoff this morning I've already been later twice this week she's gonna kill me, she is intimidating but I can't help but drool over her every day in class she's fucking perfect and always wears these suits that do things to me I'm snapped out of my thoughts by my phone dinging I quickly look at the screen and see a text from my best friend Natasha. 

Nat<3: Dude you better get here ASAP maximoff is looking at your empty seat with an annoyed look, youre gonna be in so much shit get here like now! 

Fuck fuck fuck 

Me: Shit I had to get coffee I'm on campus ill be there in 5 minutes try and stall for me make up an excuse or something on my way. 

I take a few sips of my coffee and throw it in the trash as I run through the halls like a madman towards professor maximoffs class after a 2 minutes of sprinting I pull the door open and bend over trying to get my breath back "I'm...so..sorry I'm late professor " I say panting as I walk towards my desk I hate being in the front she's gonna stare me down "miss l/n this is your 3rd time late this week I'm not impressed you have detention" she says in a cold tone "I'm I'm really sorry my alarm didn't go off" I lie with a whisper looking down at my desk "no excuses y/n you're a grown girl youre big enough to make sure you arrive on time, open your book to page 60 and read ill deal with you later" she hisses as I pull my book out and start reading I can't help but feel sad for some reason as if I've let her down

looks like I'll actually be reading today I can't bare to look at her I don't wanna see the disappointment in her eyes, I continue to read until professor maximoff hands some tests out "pop quiz I hope you guys took in what we learned last week" fuck of course I didn't I was drooling over her I'm in so much shit "Nat you have to help me I can't remember what we where studying last week" I whisper leaning over to Nat "you need to stop having little fantasies about maximoff and start paying attention in class y/n but I'll try my best to help" she whisper shouts at me great Nat is pissed at me maximoff is pissed at me I sigh and grab my pen as I begin to read over the test paper "A, C, C, B, A, A" Nat whisper as I quickly circle the answers half way there I can do this "miss romanoff can you go to room 336 and get the books for next week please" I hear professor maximoff say out loud as I look up at her then at Nat with a pleading look "of course professor" Nat says as she stands up to leave, fuck fuck fuck I'm screwed I just have to guess the last 6 after 15 minutes I put my pen down and sigh as I lean my elbows on the desk and over my face with my hands "miss l/n get your work done no time for breaks" I move my hands slightly and look at her "I'm done professor" I say with an icy tone full of attitude "less of the attitude miss l/n and bring your test over anymore of that and ill give you detention all next week do you understand me" she states blatantly

I walk over to her desk and hand her the test "I understand professor maximoff I'm sorry" I say looking down "go and sit at your desk quietly don't disturb the rest of the class" I nod and walk back to my desk and sit for a bit as the bell rings I go to get up to leave "y/n sit you have detention for the next 2 hours" wait how did she know she's not even looking up she's marking the tests "yeah of course sorry" I say as I sit back down the classroom soon empty "grab a chair and come sit beside me you can help sort this paperwork" I just stand and grab my chair walking to her desk as I sit she looks at me for a minute studying me "what's going on with you why are you late so often, why are you giving attitude in class" she says as she places her hand on mine making me freeze "I uh I um I've not been sleeping great I'm sorry and I snapped because you where being rude and im tired I'm sorry" I say looking down she grips my chin pulling my face up to look at her "you need to start behaving y/n" she says with a tone I haven't heard, I feel my heart pound as a little moan escapes at the action she just did "I fuck..I'll um try professor"

she bites her lip as her thumb gently rubs my chin slowly moving up to pull my bottom lip slightly "you can't be making those cute little sounds y/n or you'll make it harder to keep my cool around you, you have no idea how much I wanna fuck that attitude out of you" I let out another moan feeling the pool form in my panties I don't know what came over me before I know it I'm climbing into her lap straddling her "maybe that's what I need someone to fuck the attitude out of me" I whisper into her ear making her groan I slightly grind into her to get comfortable but feel something hard forming, uh fuck she has a dick the thought alone makes me drip in an instant I'm bent over her desk with my skirt up around my waist "fuck y/n you drive me crazy it's been so hard to keep my cool I can't help but watch you walk around in these little skirts day In day out" she whispers into my ear as my panties are pulled off "fuck professor maximoff I've been so naughty I need you to fuck me hard" I whimper as I hear her pants being unzipped she spreads my legs and moans at the view I can't help but feel a little shy as she stares at me my cunt dripping I quickly cover my mouth and scream as I feel her sink deep inside me "uhhh fuck princess so tight for mommy" I moan and nod looking round "fuck to big mommy I I can't" I breath out as she leans over making me moan at the sudden movements "you can do it kitten shhh you're being so good for mommy I promise it will feel good in a minute" she moans rubbing my shoulders as I feel her thrusting slowly I can't help but moan "so good so good" I whimper as her hands run down my body to my hips as she increases her thrusts "uhhhhh fuck fuck fuckkkk"

I moan louder as she starts to pound into me harder slamming her full length deep inside me hitting my gspot repeatedly "if I ever hear another bit of attitude coming from that pretty mouth I'll fuck it out of you kitten" she moans thrusting harder "well looks...like...I'm gonna have an attitude..every...everyday" I moan out as I feel my orgasm approach "I'm gonna I'm uhhh" I scream as I cum making professor maximoff groan at the sensation she doesn't stop she only gets faster pounding my cunt relentlessly "fuck this pussy is mine do you understand " she moans I lay spread across her desk unable to form words as she pounds me over and over I feel the second orgasm hit me as she groans "fuck kitten your walls are  squeezing me so fucking good you're doing amazing give me one more" she moans as she keeps her thrusts going I can't help but whimper and drool all over her desk it feels so fucking good but I swear I'm gonna pass out "gonna...cum mommy...I " my eyes roll as she slams deep inside me cumming deep inside me as I cum all over her cock she leans her body on mine moaning into my ear "fuck kitten I've never came like that before you're such a good girl for mommy" I whimper and nod "only for you mommy" I pant trying to get my breath back as she slides out and I stand up fixing my skirt as I feel my legs shaking "I'm keeping these" she smirks holding up my panties putting them into her pocket making me bite my lip "I can't wait for monday" I smirk as I walk away on shaky legs not saying anything else. 

AN: I think I'm going to do a part 2 of this in the next hour of the events of the weekend requests are open haha stay hydrated people word count is 1.6k 

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #fanfic #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #mcu #oneshot #smut #wattpad #lizzieislife94x #wanda maximoff #wanda marvel #wandavision #wanda mcu #mommy wanda #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximommy #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda smut

[fukanouna]

i worry because i care (i need you)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: All Wanda is trying to do is tend to Natasha's wounds, but the spy is being difficult.

Chapter Word Count: 550

A/N: Tried to write wholesome WandaNat and even asked @mostlymarvelsstuff for input and gave me this drabble idea, but I couldn't resist sprinkling a tiny bit of Nat trauma

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��Please hold still, Natasha. I’m almost done.”

Natasha made a disgruntled sound and looked off to the side while Wanda stood in front of her to tend to several cuts on her forehead she received from her last mission. If there was a way she could have hidden these cuts from Wanda, she would have because she knew how much the other woman fret over nothing.

Natasha stole a glance at Wanda, whose attention was focused on gently dabbing antibiotic ointment on one of her cuts with a cotton swab and exhaled slowly through her nose. Wanda heard the quiet burst of air and spoke up, though her eyes were still fixated on the task at hand.

“Is there something you’d like to say?”

“I could do it myself, you know.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

Natasha sighed. “You’re starting to sound more and more like Clint every passing day.”

Wanda took a moment to pause and stare at Natasha before tossing the swab into the trash can and sitting down on the stool in front of the redhead. “Because Clint cares about you, as do I.” When Natasha fell silent again, this time, it was Wanda’s turn to sigh. “You know how much you mean to me, Natasha. While I refuse to let you push me away when you decide to be stubborn, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when you do...”

Guilt stabbed at Natasha’s conscious. She forced her rigid jaw to relax and her eyes to soften as she placed her hand on top of Wanda’s, brows furrowed together while she struggled to string together the right words to express herself.

“I just... I just don’t want you to worry,” Natasha mumbled quietly. 

“But I’ll always worry, Natasha. I’ll worry every time you are selected for a mission, and I’m forced to stay behind because I’m not ready,” Wanda responded just as softly, her fingers playing with Natasha’s calloused ones. “I know you’re still getting used to the idea of...” She motioned to the space between them. “... this. Us. But please understand that it’s cruel to ask me not to worry about you.”

Natasha slowly took in the other woman’s words and bit down on her lip. When she’s with Wanda, emotions she thought were buried begun to resurface. It made her feel less like a weapon and more like a human, which was something that truthfully scared her. Yet nothing scared her more than losing Wanda.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha murmured with sincerity.

Wanda finally smiled and reached over to tuck some red locks behind the older woman’s ear. “You can make it up to me by letting me sleep in your room tonight. I also demand that we cuddle because you made me very emotional today."

A chuckle slipped past Natasha's lips before they curled upwards in amusement. "I accept your terms and conditions. And… I'm sorry that your girlfriend is an idiot."

Wanda leaned forward to press a reassuring kiss to Natasha's lips then pulled back with a playful glint in her ocean-blue eyes.

"She is, but she is my idiot."

With a roll of the eyes, Natasha tugged Wanda back into her personal space, allowing herself to drown in those eyes that somehow held so much love for her, and laughed into another kiss.

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #wanda x natasha

[chiefduckgarden]

Memories

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Based on Conan Gray's Memories.

Summary: After a painful breakup with Wanda, things are looking up in your life again until one night she shows up at your door.

A/N: I hope you like this one, any feedback is appreciated! :) Happy reading!

Words: 3059

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It was past 7:30 pm when you finally made it to go home after finishing the long piles of reports that you found on your desk that morning.

Placing your soft scarf around your neck and taking a sip of your coffee you said your goodbyes at everyone left at the office and made your way to your car.

Before your could say goodbye to the door security guard, the janitor's voice called for you.

- Sorry miss Y/LN, I know you're in your way out but I wanted to ask you something - his elder voice told you.

- Oh sure Mr. Brown, is there anyway I can help you? - you said

-Well, before your vacation I found this picture on the trash can in your office and I didn't got the chance to ask you if it was a mistake or you wanted to throw it away - he said showing you the picture of you and your ex girlfriend that you used to have on your desk - I wanted to ask you about it, but then I got my vacation time and I just find it again today at the warehouse.

Your heart skipped a bit at the sight of the picture, you thought it would be damn far from you in a distant garbage dump by now, but no. It was there in front of you, the face you've been avoiding for almost 5 months.

The sight of the broken glass made you relive the night you broke it.

It was almost 11 pm, your chest was pounding in hurt. It really felt like your heart was broken, and by the pain you were experimenting, you were sure you were kind of dying.

The office was quiet and alone, you've told the night guard that you came back for some files on your computer but it was only because you didn't knew were to go so you drove to the only place you knew she wouldn't be able to get in.

Once in the safety of your own office your tears began to run desperately, the aching never ceasing. Your eyes closed for a moment and the image of your girlfriend in arms of that man came instantly to your mind.

Vision.

Hours before your were parking in front of your house. Your boss told you to go home early because he would be needing you earlier the next morning for a meeting, and he didn't wanted you to be tired. So you went for your girlfriend's favorite dinner and drove back home to surprise her.

The joke was on you.

Moans and the sound of the bed against the wall were filling the silence in the house.

Leaving the dinner on the counter and making your way up stairs your heart began to race in anticipation. The moans intensified and then your heart broke at the voice of your girlfriend:

- Vis...

In front of you, in your house, in your shared bed, the love of your life was tangled in the sheets with another person.

- Wanda... - you said in a low voice with your hand still on the doorknob.

Suddenly they stopped their actions and she looked at you, her lipstick all over her face and covered on sweat.

- Y/N - she said before covering her body with the sheets and putting distance between her and the man on her side.

- Oh Wanda... - you trapped your lower lip between your teeth, tears running down your cheeks. Your gaze fell to the floor with disappointment.

- No Y/N, i can explain - she said making her way to you - I'm sorry, I can explain.

Her hand made her way to your cheek to run her thumb on it, but her touch felt like fire against your skin.

- Don't touch me - you said taking a step back - Don't you dare to touch me.

- No baby, I'm so sorry - she repeated - Please let me explain.

Wanda was also starting to cry but you couldn't focus on anything else but getting out of that house.

And now you were there alone, in an empty building with a broken heart. Your eyes landed on the picture on your desk. A photo of you and Wanda on your last Christmas, you were sat together by the fireplace and smiling at the camera.

Anger ran through your blood and you take the picture just to smash it to the ground.

After a few minutes you took what was left of the frame and threw it to the trash can along with the picture.

Wanda Maximoff was out of your life.

You blinked twice before answering the man in front of you.

- No Mr. Brown, it wasn't a mistake, please threw that away - you said firmly and he just nodded before putting it in his trash bag.

- Okay, thanks for the clarification Miss, have a goodnight - he said before returning to his duties.

You smiled and told him goodbye too.

Once in your car you take your time to put your thoughts in order. Seeing her face after all those months wasn't as terrible as before. Feeling proud of yourself you started driving.

After breaking up with Wanda she left your house. She used to live with you despite having her own apartment, but you decided for her to be at your place because it was bigger for the two of you.

But after finding her with his co-worker she moved again to her flat.

You weren't there when it happened cause after the meeting with your boss you asked him to have your vacations and he accepted.

So your best friend Peter made sure that she left your house and he supervised everything.

A month later when you came back you found a cold house. But you knew it was for the best. In the following months you kept finding things that Wanda left, but you just put them in a box at the basement to ask Peter to hand them to her later.

Despite your lack of response Wanda was still blowing up your phone with calls and messages asking you for a talk.

Ignore her was easier for you during your time out but now you didn't had any distractions from her.

Please Wanda stop, I don't wanna talk to you

That was the only thing you texted to her before blocking her number.

Now you were in a new phase in your life, getting over your past relationship hasn't been easy but you were progressing. Your job kept your mind busy and your friends helped you taking you out and trying for you to met new people. You had even gone on a date once, with that Yelena girl Peter introduced you to at a Party. It was fun but nothing serious, now you just texted each other from time to time.

You knew it wasn't been that much time since Wanda, but moving on with your life was really helpful. At least you didn't cry anymore.

When you finally made it to your home it was about to start raining, and judging by the clouds, you could tell it would be a strong storm.

You were starving so the first thing you did was put some water to boil for making some pasta. The day had been long for you.

You changed your clothes into something more comfortable and turn on some soft music. You started to cut some carrots to make a sauce for your spaghetti when the doorbell rang.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, looking at the clock it was around 8:30 pm, the storm outside was heavy and you weren't expecting anyone. Maybe you were just imagining things.

You went back to your dinner duties when you hear a second rang in your doorbell but also knocks on the door this time.

Cleaning your hands with a towel you made your way to the door, looking through the peephole. But as soon as you saw who it was you quickly looked away.

She couldn't be there. No, this couldn't be happening.

- Y/N please... It's me, Wanda - she said knocking on the door again - I know you're home, your car is parked and the lights are on, please...

Your breathing became heavier. After a few seconds your shaky hand took the doorknob.

Slowly opening the door her figure appeared in front of you. Her clothes were soaking because of the pouring, her face was a mess, and you weren't sure if it was because the rain or because her own tears. Her big green eyes met yours and you felt like dying for a second.

- Wanda...

It was the first time you've saw her after that night. The last image you had of her was naked along Vision on your bed.

- What are you doing here? - you said still in shock.

- I... I'm here cause I need to talk... We need to talk - she said looking sternly at you.

You shook your head.

- There's nothing i want to discuss with you - you said.

- Just give me one last talk if that's what you want but... Please.

Looking her all wet from head to toe at your door made you feel kind of sorry for her, so you just take a step aside to let her in the house.

- Thank you - she said.

She walked in front of you and you could smell alcohol on her scent.

- You're drunk - you said without looking at her and closing the door.

She shook her head.

- No, not completely, believe me, I'm well aware of what I'm doing. I just took a shot of whiskey before coming here, I swear.

You nodded and crossed your arms facing her.

- What do you want Wanda? - you asked firmly.

She stared at you for a few seconds without saying anything. It felt like she was analyzing your face after so long.

- Your hair, you cut it - she said.

You huffed.

- What? Yes I cut it, but that doesn't answer my question.

She cleared her throat and moved uncomfortably in her place.

- I'm here cause I wanna talk about what happened between us - she said looking straight at you - I want to apologize.

You just looked at her incredulously.

- I don't need an apology Wanda, what you did is unforgivable - you said raising your voice and crossing your arms.

- I know I hurt you Y/N, but if you just give me one chance to explain everything... I know apologizing is not enough and it will never be enough but it's the least I can do - she said taking a step closer to you.

- No Wanda, the least you can do it's leave me alone and disappear from my life.

- I already disappeared for 5 months Y/N! I gave you time and space to process and think about you, now please listen to me - the redhead said raising her voice.

You laughed bitterly.

- You've been stalking me with calls and messages, until I blocked your number you stopped, so don't say you gave me time and space, that's bullshit!

- That's because I wanted to talk and explain everything to you, but you preferred to escape from the problem and hide before talking to me!

You couldn't believe what she was saying.

- You're an asshole - you simply said.

- How can I be an asshole when I'm here facing you and apologizing for my actions?

- Do you even know what are you apologizing for?

The sudden noise of the water boiling on your kitchen took place between your conversation.

- I need to go see my pasta - you said walking to the kitchen, but you heard her steps following you.

- I'm sorry for hurting you... - she was about to start talking when anger took power over your body, so after turn down the flame you turned back to face her again.

- Oh no Wanda, you didn't just "hurt" me - you interrupted her, remarking the word she used - You destroyed me, broke me into pieces, you betrayed me, you humiliated me in my own house, you have no idea of the pain you put me through, and yet, you have the audacity to walk in here and tell me you want to apologize - you said, you were basically screaming and crying at this point but you didn't care - If you could have felt what you made me feel that night, I'm sure you would've hated yourself.

She stared at you speechless, tears running down her cheeks.

- Oh please, now you want to cry... - you said throwing your arms in the air chuckling bitterly.

- As I said, i know I did wrong, i cheated on you and I'm so sorry, but Y/N, you ran away from the problem without a second thought and I...

- And what did you expected? That I would sit on the couch calmly and wait for you and your stupid boyfriend to finish your business to have a talk?!

She shut her eyes at the mention of Vision.

- He's not my boyfriend - she said

- Like I care - you answered.

Tears rolled down her face. You wanted to cry, to yell at her and take out all the anger you had kept for five months. Maybe this was the right time for her to finally come clean with you.

- Or perhaps we really need to discuss this Wanda - you said ironically - You said you wanted to talk, so let's talk

She looked at you, sniffling her nose.

- What do you mean?

- Tell me Wanda, how long did you fool me huh? A week, maybe a month?

- No Y/N, i don't think this is...

- Oh c'mon, it doesn't matter anymore, how long did you fucked Vision?

She went silence.

- Tell me...

- One month - she suddenly said - It was only one month.

You closed your eyes at her confession.

- Gosh...

You felt so stupid. The woman fucked her co-worker for a whole month and you blindly believed every word she said.

- Was I always right? Whenever I asked you about what was going on between the two of you? I was always right about my suspicious...

She nodded.

- But Y/N I swear it meant nothing, it was just sex.

You forrowed your eyebrows.

- What the hell are your saying? Do you really think that saying it was 'just sex' makes it any better?

- No, no, no, I know it's still a horrible thing to say but what I mean it's that I never stopped loving you, he never made me feel anything.

She had to be joking.

- If he meant nothing to you, then you're the most stupid person I've ever met, you threw a relationship through the window for nothing.

- No baby, we don't have to throw anything away - she said in a lower voice taking your face between her hands - Now we're talking and maybe we can make this work again, rescue our love.

- What are you doing? - you asked taking a step back - There's no love to rescue because I feel nothing for you anymore. These past few months helped me a lot to understand that, despite any reason you could have gave me that night, or even now, there's no excuse for what you did. I wasn't enough for you and I learned to live with that, now it's your turn to understand that you are not enough for me.

She shook her head erratically.

- No, no, no, no, don't say that my love, I made a mistake but you will always be enough for me, you are the love of my life, i refuse to lose you without a fight - she said between sobs.

- There's no use in trying to save something that isn't here anymore Wanda. We can't keep holding back each other from moving on.

The woman in front of you fell on her knees crying, but you didn't moved from your place.

- This can't be over, we can't end things like this, we love each other - she said desesperately.

- I don't love you anymore Wanda. In fact, I was doing just fine before you decided to show up at my door to ruin everything, I was happy...

- I will never be happy without you - she said cutting you off.

- Well I will never be happy if I'm still with you. Wanda you will always be part of my life but just in my memories, there's no space for you in my future. I wish you could stay in my memories, but no where else.

She looked up at you from her position on the floor, but then shift her gaze to something else.

She had lost you, she knew it very well now. Everything was over between the two of you and she felt broken about it. You weren't hers, not anymore.

After some minutes of silence she spoke.

- At least let me stay the night, or until the storm is over.

You stared at her incredulously, you were about to say something but then you remembered the box on the basement with her belongings in it.

- Well, now that you mention it, you can stay for as long as it takes you to pick up your things and leave - you said walking to the basement.

She looked at your way confused, a moment later you came back with the box in you hands. Standing up from the floor she walked towards you to the front door.

- Here are the books that you left in my spare room - you said placing them in her arms for her to take them - The coat and the scarf you bought on New York that you left in the basement closet, and the stupid perfume you use - You said harshly handing her all her stuff.

- But Y/N, you can keep all these things, you love that perfume - she said sadly.

- Well not anymore, I don't want my house to smell like you Wanda, please take it with you - you told her and opened the door.

She stared at you for a few seconds, her big sad eyes were trying to find a last chance with you. But you didn't looked back at her, so she just cleared her throat and take a step outside.

- Goodbye Y/N, please know that I will always love you if you decide to give us another chance.

You remained silence briefly but spoke to her one last time.

- Goodbye Wanda.

And you closed the door.

You loved Wanda Maximoff, but she was better in your memories.

#Spotify #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff #wandavision #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen fanfic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction

[justsomerandomfanfic]

My Hero - Peter Maximoff X GN Reader

Title: My Hero

Peter Maximoff X GN Reader

Additional Characters: N/A

WC: 653

Warnings: Arachnophobia (fear of spiders), Reader's gender is not specified, and that's it really

Peter was just relaxing in one of the living rooms in the mansion, playing on his Gameboy, when he heard a familiar scream. Shooting up and off the couch, Peter ran over, instantly making it to the kitchen entrance, seeing your frightened expression staring at something on the floor. Peter followed your line of sight and saw a small black spider.

"Peter! Please! Kill it!" You exclaimed, taking an involuntary step back as if it would bite.

You were trembling as the fear gripped you even stronger, watching the thing move around on the floor, crawling towards you. "Please!"

Peter smiled a bit, amused, but seeing the tears threatening to escape your eyes, he frowned before nodding.

"Yeah, alright. But, I'm not killing it." He spoke, grabbing a piece of a newspaper and a mug from the counter.

Walking over, Peter crouched down and quickly trapped the spider in the cup, sliding the paper under and picking the trapped spider up. Walking to the kitchen window, you shuddered away from the cup, eyes trained on the spider as Peter opened the window. Peter then shooed the spider out of the mansion, before closing the window, tossing the paper away in the trash, and putting the cup in the sink.

You let out a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. You felt disgusting. You felt as if there were many tiny spiders crawling all over you and in your hair. You knew it was just your fear and imagination. Peter walked over and you backed away, eyeing his hands.

"Could... Could you please wash your hands?" You asked and Peter nodded, using his mutation to run to the sink, wash up, and back.

Bringing his arms back out, you sighed, immediately falling into his arms, feeling the tears well up in your eyes once more. He held you tight, patting your back softly until the sobs started to subside, allowing you to take deep breaths again.

"I'm sorry," You whispered. "I didn't mean to freak out like that... I just hate spiders."

Peter smirked and kissed your forehead. "It's fine, It's not your fault. It's the spider's fault for breaking in." He joked lightly.

You sniffled again and looked up at him, frowning slightly. "So you don't think it's weird? I mean I can fight bad guys but not a spider?"

He shook his head, reaching up to wipe your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs. "No, no. It's okay. I think, even if you have a fear of spiders, that you are still very brave." He chuckled, nuzzling his nose with yours, "You're the bravest person I know."

You blushed, looking down. "Thank you, Peter..." You mumbled. "And, thank you for saving me, my hero."

Peter placed his hand on your shoulder, the other hand tilting your chin up, making you look at him. "No need to thank me, my dear. I'll always come to your rescue."

Even though Peter had spoken in a terrible British accent, your heart soared hearing those words, feeling warm inside. You gave Peter a light peck on the lips and he smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Every time I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love." You muttered, snuggling your face in Peter's chest. "I’m so glad I met you.”

"I feel the same way. I mean, have you taken a look at yourself? You are gorgeous." Peter smiled and kissed random parts of your face as you giggled. "You're absolutely perfect."

You smiled, before placing a hand on Peter's cheek. "I'm so lucky to have you, Peter." You said, kissing his other cheek.

His smile grew wider as he pulled you closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips. "I'm lucky to have me too." He teased, as you gently hit his chest, pouting.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding... No one is luckier than me."

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #xmen #fluff #cute #slight angst #arachnaphobia tw #marvel mcu #mcu #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x gn reader #peter maximoff x you #peter maximoff x y/n #spiders #arachnophobia

[steinfellds]

Gaming Cuddles

Pairing: Gamer!Carol x Fem!Reader

Summary: Even when Carol's playing her video games, you still want to cuddle up with her.

720 words

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You have had the most tiring day in all of existence.

You woke up at 6:30am and were immediately put in a grumpy mood when you saw your girlfriend wasn't in bed with you. You trained with Clint for 2 hours and then worked with Bruce in the lab for another 5. You then had training with Natasha for 2 hours and a half and she left a massive bruise on the side of your ribs.

You also only got 3 hours of sleep last night because you were busy working on a lab piece with Bruce.

You were just thankful your day was coming to an end so you could finally go back to your little apartment to where Carol would be waiting for you.

Before you even got to the front door of your apartment you heard Carol screaming inside.

"Maximoff, I swear to god, if you don't get your ass over here and heal me!"

You chuckled softly at her angry cry. She and Wanda had only met a couple of months ago but had quickly gotten along by talking about their video game obsession.

You were happy Carol was making friends. She barely had any due to her being up in space for years but when she met you, she decided to stay on Earth more often and only help planets if they desperately needed her.

You jiggled your keys into the house and opened the door. The smell of Carol's famous spaghetti hitting your nose.

"Hey, Babe!" You called out, walking into the kitchen to check on the spaghetti. It was ready so you took it out and set it on the counter to cool down.

When you didn't get a response, you sighed and walked into Carol's gaming room.

Carol was sitting with her knees against her chest with her head leaning on her knees. An awful position for her posture.

You walked behind Carol and hung your arms loosely around her neck. Carol pulled her headphones down to her neck and looked up at you with a big smile.

"Hey, when did you come in?" She asked softly before pulling you into a kiss.

"A couple of minutes ago," You whispered softly, smiling when Carol brought her knees down and patted her lap. She knew you enjoyed sitting on her lap while she played.

You straddled her thighs and buried your face in her neck, letting the exhaustion of your day wash over you. Carol pulled your body closer to hers and positioned herself so she could still play her game.

She brushed some hair out of your face so she could see you, "You cool if I talk to Wanda?"

You nodded, "Mhm, don't let me stop you from talking." You were completely fine just to quietly sit on her lap.

"Listen, I've got Y/n on my lap and if you make me yell at you because you're trash at this game-" Carol threatened, in a serious but non-serious way.

"Oooh, how romantic," You heard Wanda tease Carol through the headphones.

You looked up at Carol to watch her face turn a deep red.

"Shut it," She huffed, glancing down at you with a smile on her face.

You leaned up and peaked her lips with a smile of your own before falling back to your original resting place.

You don't remember when but you fell asleep on Carol. Though your nap was destroyed when Carol jumped in her chair out of excitement.

"Ah, sorry! Go back to sleep," Carol threaded her fingers through your hair, rubbing the back of your neck in an attempt to lull you back to sleep.

You let out a whiny groan. She had awakened you from your lovely nap and now you didn't feel tired anymore.

"I'm sorry-" She tried apologising again but you quickly brought your hand up to cover her mouth.

"Hush." You grumbled, tapping the tip of her nose softly before standing up.

"Hey, where you going?" Carol asked, pouting dramatically. She still wanted to cuddle with you.

"To eat, and you're coming too so get up." You walked out of her gaming room, knowing Carol would follow you. After a couple of seconds, you heard her heavy footsteps behind you which caused a small smile to spread across your lips.

#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol x reader #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel #carol danvers x you #carol x you #captain marvel x you #marvel #mcu #fluff

[catnipandjaegerpilots]

There's Wanda/Zemo fics but not Pietro/Zemo fics and it makes my heart hurt.

#wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #helmut zemo #wanda/zemo #pietro/zemo #hello yes i am trash and i'm not sorry

[lowkeyerror]

I'm Yours

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3264

Warnings: Angst, Cheating ( Wanda not reader), Smut

Summary: You belong to Wanda. Your mind, your body, your heart; they are all hers. She's not yours, she has Vision. You force her to choose and she does just that.

An: You guys I really like this one

Masterlist

Her kisses peppered your neck. It was angel like and sinful altogether. You've got guilt riddling your bones. However, guilt was no match for the feelings of her fingers firmly on your waist. They were pressing into your skin, possessively.

" You should go"

There it was. You had to leave before her boyfriend got back. Her hold on you, still possessive.

You sighed, your hand removing hers from your waist. You felt disgusting as you climbed out of the bed.

It was silent as you slipped on your clothes from the night prior. You kept your back turned to Wanda. You could feel her eyes on you, but they always were.

She was so possessive. You were hers, but she wasn't yours. Wanda brought out the weakness in you. The truth was you were a hardened individual. Life hadn't been kind to you, but Wanda had.

She was soft, the softest thing you would ever hold in your arms. Which is why you understood that Wanda couldn't leave Vision. You would break her, like you break everything else.

Vision was collateral damage. He rarely crossed your mind in the beginning. But the longer this went on, the more he stayed in your mind.

You wanted to stop this. It was morally wrong, but… but Wanda made you feel more human than ever.

" I can't keep doing this," it was a whisper escaping your lips; the first time you verbally expressed this to Wanda.

She slowly crept up behind you. She engulfed you from behind, her head on your shoulder.

" Why not?"

There were her hands, possessive again, trapping you in her hold.

" It's wrong," you tried to pry her hands off of you, but her grip just tightened.

" It doesn't feel wrong, does it?" Her breath was warm on the tip of your ear.

" Nothing feels wrong with you. It's the only time I feel right," your eyes shut, reveling in this moment.

"Then why stop?"

You both heard it, the jingle of the doorknob. All of a sudden, her grip on you was a guide as she shoved you into her closet.

This is why

You knew she heard your thoughts loud and clear.

" Darling, I appreciate the effort, but I'm not in the mood tonight," you watch through a crack in the closet as the man enters the room.

" You're never in the mood, Vision," she shoots at him.

" I'm sorry," he mutters.

You see her saunter over to him and grab his shoulders. She made him look at her and placed a gentle kiss on his lips," No, I'm sorry. It was uncalled-for. I've just got a lot on my mind."

You were going to be sick. Seeing them close up like this was enough to make you barf. It was different from being at an Avengers event with so many others around. It was just them and you.

You look around frantically, searching for something you could hurl in. Your hand shoots to cover your mouth as the vile climbs its way up your throat.

I'm going to be sick

Your whole body lurches in the closet. Wanda's eyes quickly shift over to where you are hidden. You grab a handbag prepared to empty the contents of your stomach inside of it.

The closet is yanked open violently, and you rush for the bedside trash can, vomiting into it. You firmly grip the trash can as you try to control your breaching.

Your head rested against the wall," Where'd he go?"

" I sent him to the store"

You stand clutching your stomach," I'm going to go"

" You're sick"

You shake your head," No, seeing you with him, knowing everything that we just did in that bed made me sick. It makes me feel disgusting, and I can't do it anymore"

She blocks your exit path," Don't leave me"

You look at her in disbelief," Then pick me. You want to keep this going? Dump him. Be with me."

" You know I can't do that"

You move her aside," Goodbye Wanda"

Her hand grabbed yours," Y/n please."

Her hand was almost pulling you towards her, possessively. You couldn't say anything else, you simply ripped your hand from her grasp and stormed out of the house.

Vision had pulled up in time to see you walk out of the front door. It wasn't necessarily unusual, you were colleagues, after all. When he entered the house with the things that Wanda asked for, he asked about it.

" What did Y/n want?"

He paid attention to the way his girlfriend stiffened," What do you mean?"

He furrowed his eyebrows," Well I saw her walking out of the house"

She let out a disarming laugh," Oh, she was actually looking for you, but I told her you weren't home."

He nodded to himself. That part didn't make sense to him. What could Y/n want from him? They were more coworkers than friends. Y/n hadn't really developed much of a relationship with anyone on the team, except for Wanda.

The android snuck a glance at his girlfriend. She was lying and he knew that. He was one of the smartest entities on the planet. The pieces were coming together in his mind.

Before he could confront Wanda, she had disappeared into the restroom. While she was in there, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Tears silently escaped her eyes as she put her hand over her mouth to keep from sobbing. The moment you walked out of that door, she felt her heart shatter. She had thought she could reject the emotions that you riled up inside of her. It was just supposed to be sex, but it was so much more than that now.

She cared about you. She wanted you to herself. In her mind, you belonged in her grasp. You were hers, and that's where the problem started.

She knew the more you felt like hers, the more you questioned if she was yours. Wanda wanted to be yours, but something was stopping her. Vision was stopping her.

He was a good man. He just didn't excite her like you did. Vision was a "by the book" kind of guy. Things with him were always the same. In the beginning she liked the stability, but now it felt boring.

" Wanda."

She drew a shaky breath," Just a second."

" How long have you been sleeping with her?"

Wanda swung the door open, coming face to face with Vision. He stared down at her with sorrowful eyes.

She looked up at him with tear stains on her face. It was silent, no one said anything. They just stared at each other.

" I'm sorry"

Vision turned his back to her, looking squarely ahead of him," Do you love her?"

Wanda's gaze shifted to the floor," I do."

" Okay… I think- I think that you should leave then," he said, still not facing her.

There was so much turmoil building up in Wanda. The fucked up part was that she wasn't thinking about Vision. How she just mangled his heart. She was thinking about getting to you and pleading her case.

She wanted to say she was sorry one last time before she walked out of the front door, but she didn't. She left quietly, not daring to look at Vision as she exited the house.

You had done the right thing. So why did you feel so empty sitting in your apartment? Your mind and body were both upset with you. They craved Wanda, and you had just sworn off of her.

It was like you were an addict, and she was your drug of choice. In an effort to get sober, you've gone cold turkey, but that in itself made you uncomfortable.

Your head dipped into your hands as you tried to pull yourself together. You could practically feel her hands on you, claiming your body as hers.

Her breath was tickling the back of your neck, right before she placed a kiss there. Her left hand loosely wrapped itself around your throat and her lips grazed the tip of your ear.

You shot up from where you sat on the bed, trying to grasp onto reality. None of that was real, and it wouldn't ever be real again.

There was a knock on your door. You planned to ignore it, but it was persistent. You reluctantly went to the door, ready to curse out whoever had been banging like a psychopath.

Instead, you were met by Wanda. You took in her appearance, in the short time you had been apart her appearance became an absolute wreck.

" Can I come in?"

Your arms crossed over your chest as you made eye contact with the red head," I don't know if that's a good idea."

" I just want to talk."

" We don't have anything to talk about," you countered.

She shook her head," That's not true, Y/n. Please, I need you."

She had never said those words to you. You were always the one who came to her, the one that would beg her. Now with the tables turned, if in those moments you looked as vulnerable as she did, you knew why she always gave in.

You stepped aside and she walked into your home. She had been there before, but not enough for her to make herself comfortable. She followed you to your room. When you sat on the bed, she stood awkwardly.

" I'm listening," you were waiting for her to gather her words.

She took a deep breath and walked over to your bed. Instead of sitting on it, she got on her knees in front of you. Her hands gently held yours.

She couldn't look you in the eyes as she finally spoke," Vision found out."

You wanted to console her, but didn't know what to say. Her thumb mindlessly swiped over your knuckles," I'm glad he found out."

She met your eyes," Because when you walked out of that door and I realized how badly I fucked everything up, it broke me."

" Wanda," it was a whisper in your lips.

" Y/n, I love you. Your mind, your body, your heart."

You look away from her," I want this to be real, so bad."

She uses her finger to guide your chin so that you are looking at her," It is real."

You shake your head," It can't be because I know how you work, Wanda. I'm yours, but you'll never be mine."

Wanda's heart breaks hearing those weird leaves in your mouth," I've always been yours baby. I know I was with Vision, but you stole my heart when we first met."

You closed your eyes, preparing to do something you didn't want to.

" Baby, please, I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to you," Wanda's pleading with you. She's being so vulnerable with you at this moment, and you can't possibly deny her.

You opened your eyes peering down at her, on her knees in front of you. Wanda was always in control of your body. You were hers in that way.

Your hand trembled as it reached for the back of Wanda's head. She was looking at you quizzically until you tugged roughly on her hair. Her lip tucked itself between her teeth.

You kept your hold on her hair as you stood from the edge of the bed.

" You're always so possessive when it comes to me. It's the way you grab onto me. You never place your hands, you always grab. Always tugging at my skin because I'm yours, right?"

Her seemingly innocent eyes peer up your uncertain ones," Yes"

" I want it to feel like you're mine," you release your grip on her hair to caress her face.

Her eyes flutter at your touch," Can I do that, Wanda?"

She nods and breathlessly whispers, " I'm yours"

You pull her off of her knees and slam your lips against hers. Wanda matches your experimental pace, wanting to let you have control. You had never been in control, and she could tell that you were exploring what it was like to take the lead.

You were gentle as you guided her to the bed. Her back against the mattress and you on top of her. Your lips found her neck. You knew where her sweet spot was, so you sucked everywhere but that area to tease her.

Her breathing became slightly heavy when you finally gave that spot attention. Her back slightly arched off the bed.

You trailed kisses up to her earlobe," I want to hear you."

A whimper left her mouth as your hand slipped into her pants. She shut her eyes, relishing in the moment.

" Look at me"

She forced her eyes open, and she watched as you tore her shirt down the middle. Your tongue glided over her nipple. She was tempted to keep you there, but you were in control.

You sucked her bud harshly, your teeth slightly grazing the area. She moans lightly as you tug on her nipple with your teeth before sliding down to your knees.

You tugged her pants and underwear off in a swift motion. You placed your hands on both of her thighs, spreading them so that you could have better access.

A singles finger slipped through her folds, collecting her wetness before you slid it into your mouth.

Wanda's eyes grew dark at the view. She wished nothing more than to shove your face into her pussy. Before she realized it her hands were reaching for your head.

You shot her a look that she's never seen on you before. The look was a warning, a command," I'll tell you, when you can touch."

You shoved your 3 fingers inside of her without warning, causing her to sit straight up in her spot. You keep a fast pace, as you finger fuck her. The sounds of her soaked pussy echoing throughout the room. Her cries are filled with rasp from the intensity of which you fuck her.

Your movements were ramped," This is how you fuck me. Relentlessly giving me everything that I want. Until you don't."

You retracted your fingers from her cunt and she nearly screamed. Her eyes were wide in disbelief as you quickly snatched the pleasure from her.

Wanda scrambled to form a sentence, but all that left her mouth was a string of nonsense.

" Beg for it," the uncertainty in your eyes had finally disappeared. The look in your eyes was scary but exciting to the red head.

"Please, I want you Y/n, I need it." Her doe eyes meet your sinister ones.

" What do you want me to do, Wanda? You know, I need a little direction."

The witch visibly gulped under your intense gaze," Take me however you want. Fingers, mouth, strap, hard, fast, slow; whatever makes you happy baby. I just need to feel you on me."

There was a smirk on your face as all the ideas rushed through your head. You inched closer and closer to her pussy, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly.

You blew cool air onto her cunt, sending a shiver up her spine. Your arms rested on her thighs, spreading them open.

The anticipation was killing her. So when your tongue slowly dipped into her cunt, she gripped onto the bedsheets.

Your plump lips took her clit into your mouth. You sucked loudly, a satisfying pop bouncing off the walls of the room.

You removed yourself to get a better look at Wanda, who cried at the loss of warmth.

You pulled your own shirt over your head, as slowly as you could, before going back to Wanda's pussy. This time you didn't tease her, opting to ravage her with your mouth and tongue.

You didn't hold back as you worked her cunt and clit with your mouth. Hands gripping her thighs, forcing her to endure your high intensity tongue fucking.

" P-please."

You paused your movements to look up at her. A mixture of her wetness and your own saliva coating your chin.

" Please, what?"

You were breathless as you questioned her. You watched as her face turned a bright crimson as she avoided your gaze.

You had never seen her like this before. When she finally steels herself enough to look at you, she speaks," Fuck me."

You shed your bottoms quickly, rushing to the side drawer where you keep all of your toys. You settle yourself in the harness before selecting a suitable attachment. As you reach for the lube, a hand grabs your wrist.

" Don't need it. All I need is you inside of me, right now."

A groan exited your mouth at her words. You pulled her up from the bed, pinning her against the wall instead. Her legs locked around your waist, and you slowly entered her.

She bit your shoulder as she sank down onto your cock," oh my god."

Your thrusts were slow and impactful at first. You made sure she felt every inch of the strap stretching her out.

Once you feel as though she's adjusted, you begin slamming into her. You pound her against the wall. One of your hands places itself under her chin, guiding her lips to yours.

The kiss is sloppy. She moans into your mouth as she tries her best to keep up with you. Her hands looped around your neck.

You feel her walls clenching around the toy, so you slip it out of her. She wails as the cream coated toy leaves her feeling empty.

You carry Wanda back to the bed. With her legs still wrapped around your waist, you lay down.

" Ride me"

Wanda reaches for the toy and sticks it in herself. She seemingly waits for you to tell her how you want it. Instead, you give her a gentle kiss," Make yourself cum all over this cock, baby."

She begins to slowly bounce up and down on the toy. Making sure to keep heavy contact with you as your hands scale her soft skin.

The ravenous look you'd had was replaced by adoration. Everything about this moment was perfect. Wanda was perfect.

You couldn't help but to sit up from your position and wrap your arms around her back. You were face to face, emotions running high.

" What?"

" I love you too."

She kisses you passionately before her hands push you back down flat on the bed.

" I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," she laments over and over as she rides you.

Her words have you at the brink of satisfaction. Even when she does let you have control, you're still under hers. There's just something about her that drives you mad, but that doesn't matter now.

She's nearly glowing on top of you. Sweat shining on her skin, with her brow furrowed, and her eyes closed as she works the strap. Her mouth is forming the little 'o' until you finally feel her clenching again.

" I need more, baby."

You match her thrust for thrust. Meeting her half way, causing her to throw her head back," yes, yes, yes. Fuck, Y/n I'm going to cum. Cum with me, oh my god. Fuck."

You both release at the same time. She falls onto your chest. She could probably feel the intense pounding of your heart.

For once, it's you wrapping your hands around her, holding her possessively close to your chest. You place a kiss on her forehead.

" Mine."

She smiles softly, exhausted from the events that had just transpired.

" Yours."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #lowkeyerror #wandavision #wanda maximoff x vision

[ofwiccvn]

"they died screaming."

a hundred random starters / accepting !

HIS EYES WIDEN as he listens to his grandfather talk.  It wasn’t an easy story to listen to, no, it shouldn’t be. It’s important though so he crossed his legs and continued to face Erik while he talked. He knows that apologizing wouldn’t present a chance to fix what happened. He does frown though, that much he couldn’t help. “That’s just … awful.” The words don’t begin to cover it. He reaches a hand out to rest on Erik’s arm. “I’m sorry. I know that won’t change anything, and I know it must not have been easy to talk about it, but I think you’re brave.” 

#this is trash #but also sad #i'm sorry #we have each other. that’s all we’ll ever need. | maximoffs ; ‎ #memes ; #magnctowasright

[wandaromanova]

Hi! I just thought of sending one before I lose myself in reading your works (and also I'm really glad your requests are open hihi)

May I request one with Wanda where she thought R is checking someone out (openly staring maybe) while they're in the mall walking or waiting for the sign while they where trying to cross the street or smthg then after a while R says that the doughnut or ice cream (food of your choice) looks really good and asks Wanda if they can get some. Then she was like 'yeah I forgot she really likes food' or smthg. It's up to you from there hehe. I'm sorry if this is too specific and I do hope that it makes sense. I'll be so glad if you decided to write it. Thank you so much! Drink lots of water and take care! 😊

More kudos to your work and writing ❤️❤️❤️

Jealousy Over Dairy

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none, just cute domestic relationship stuff :)

A/N: hi! thank you so much for sending in a request and im happy you like my writing! i hope this was close to what you were hoping for. not proofread. join my taglist <3

Summary: Wanda and her girlfriend, Y/N, go on a little mall date. However, Wanda gets a little jealous during the trip.

Word Count: 1.2K

(gif is not mine)

As an Avenger, Wanda was always very very busy. She would always be off fighting Hydra agents or protecting the world from threats. The world was at risk more than you’d think. It was as if there was a new threat every week.

With all the missions she’s sent on, she never exactly had time to just relax and spend time with her girlfriend; Y/N. Wanda had actually saved Y/N during one of her missions. There was a huge battle going on in the middle of New York and Y/N was a civilian that was unluckily in the area. Little did Y/N know that, that seemingly unlucky day ended up being the luckiest day of her life.

After Wanda had saved your life, you had a fruit basket sent to the Avengers tower addressed to her. You hoped to god she would get it, as you’re sure the Avengers get sent things all the time. You included your name and number on the little thank you note you had attached to the basket.

Wanda did indeed receive the gift and was extremely happy that you had reached out to her. She couldn’t help but think about you after she had saved you. She thought you were the most beautiful person she had ever laid her eyes on.

From that day on, you and Wanda would text back and forth everyday and eventually the text conversations turned into conversations in various cafes and restaurants. You and Wanda had fallen in love with each other and began dating. Now, you had been dating for 2 years and things could not have been going better.

Days where it was just you and Wanda hanging out and doing normal couple things were extremely rare. Despite you both living together in your apartment, you never exactly spent quality time together. Today was one of those rare days.

At the news that Wanda was off today, you immediately insisted you both go shopping at the mall together. Wanda hated shopping, you knew that, but you really needed to buy some new clothes and Wanda’s opinions would be of great help while choosing outfits.

Wanda agreed because she was absolutely whipped for you. You could ask her to jump off a cliff and she’d ask you which one. Anyway, you both made your way to the mall and have been going to a countless amount of stores as you dragged Wanda along by her hand.

As much as Wanda hated shopping, she loved how excited you were about it. She couldn’t help but smile as you showed her different tops that you thought were cute.

“Do you think this would look good on me?” You asked Wanda as you showed her a cute black crop top.

“Babe, you could wear a trash bag and you would still look hot as hell.” Wanda spoke so seriously that it had you bursting out into laughter. Wanda laughed after you and you were sure people around you both would think you were insane.

“Baby! Stop I’m being serious! I don’t want to buy something I won’t look okay wearing.” You pouted as your laughter died down, crop top still in hand.

“And I’m being serious too. You’ll look perfect in anything moya lyubov. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.” Wanda smiled brightly at you as you blushed hard. Even after all this time, Wanda still had the ability to turn you into a tomato.

After that, you had bought the crop top and a few other articles of clothing you found cute. You and Wanda walked out of the store hand in hand and walked throughout the mall. Wanda turned to face you and her eyebrows furrowed together as she noticed you completely entranced by something ahead.

Wanda followed your line of vision and rage filled her body. You were staring at some blonde haired girl that was stood in front of a shop window. Why the hell were you staring at another woman? Did you forget that you were with her? She’s not even that pretty!

Okay that was a lie, the girl was gorgeous, but that fact only pissed Wanda off even more. A hint of red began to make its way to Wanda’s irises as jealousy began to make its way through her.

She was about to give you a piece of her mind when you abruptly stopped a few feet away from the blonde girl. Wanda turned around to face you as she stared at you questioningly, your eyes bright with excitement as you still stared at the blonde girl. Wanda was livid.

“Babe! Can we please get some ice cream? I’ve been wanting ice cream for awhile and there’s a shop here!!!” You asked Wanda, giving her puppy dog eyes as Wanda followed your eyes towards an ice cream shop that was next to where the blonde girl stood.

Oh god, Wanda thought you were staring at the girl, but you were actually looking at a damn ice cream shop. How could Wanda forget how much you liked ice cream?

Because Wanda was so lost in her thoughts and mentally scolding herself for being jealous, you grew concerned at her lack of response.

“I mean we don’t have to get ice cream if you don’t want to Wands, we can jus-“ Wanda immediately cut you off seeing that you were a little upset.

“No! No we can get ice cream detka (baby). I- I thought you were staring at that girl over there and I was kinda, sorta, a little jealous, maybe…” Wanda said a little embarrassed as she looked down to the floor with a frown. God she felt so stupid right now.

You stared at Wanda then looked toward the girl she was talking about. You suddenly let out a laugh that caused Wanda to look back up to you. She grew even more upset thinking that you were laughing at her.

“Aw Wands, I love you so much. I’d never look at some other girl because all I see is you. You’re the love of my life, why would I want anyone else?” You say softly as you grab her other hand.

“I know I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to think that. I shouldn’t have gotten jealous.” Wanda said as she stared deeply into your eyes.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s normal to be jealous. HAH! But you were really jealous of dairy, huh?” You joked as you began to laugh even harder than before. Wanda rolled her eyes at your joking before letting out a laugh of her own.

“Shut up and let’s go get some ice cream.” Wanda said trying to change the subject. She wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you guys walked past the blonde girl who began to walk into the store she was looking into.

As you and Wanda made your way into the ice cream shop and sat down with your ice cream, Wanda had thought that the situation before was long forgotten already, but she was wrong. You suddenly spoke, breaking the silence between you both.

“Besides baby, I’m not into blondes. I kinda have a thing for redheads.” You said with a playful wink as you scooped some ice cream into your mouth. Wanda let out a loud, dramatic groan at your comment before she looked at you and smiled with a red tint gracing her cheeks. God, she loved you so much, more than you loved ice cream.

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[wandsolsen]

Champagne Problems

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: In which Wanda rejected your marriage proposal, inspired by Taylor Swift's song Champagne Problems.

Warnings: pure angst, cursing.

Word Count: 1.8k

↳ Please, be aware that English isn't my first language, fell free to tell me if there are any mistakes.

You booked the midnight train for a reason, you wanted to contemplate your pain with your head against the train window.

The reason for your suffering had a name, Wanda Maximoff.

You sat down in one of the seats, feeling the hurt in your chest burning hard just for thinking about her. The train wasn't too much crowned, however, it wasn't all empty. There were people talking and people sleeping, you were not sure which was worse.

People looked at you, certainly worried about how miserable you were.

You finally rested your head on the train window, looking at the view from the outside. Unintentionally, you remembered Wanda's hand holding yours as the two of you danced on the dance floor.

Wanda smiled at you, and she looked happy. But she wasn't, at least, not complete. Not happy enough to say yes.

However, nobody could ever have thought that she would say no.

You felt the tears coming out, your mouth trembled as you remembered. Your heart was made of glass and she let it drop it.

You had prepared a speech, but when you got down on your knees, you didn't find the expression of emotion and excitement that you had imagined she would had. Instead, you saw Wanda's body tense and fear in her green eyes.

You were speechless.

She didn't even let you ask, she ran away, leaving you there, on your knees and crestfallen on the dance floor.

You were so broken that you hadn't the strength to reach out to her, Wanda's love escaped beyond your reaches.

You saw the pity look that your family and friends gave to you. You had told them that you were going to propose Wanda that night, you couldn't keep it a secret.

You had bought Dom Pérignon and one of your family members had already popped the bottle in an early celebration, it was humiliating.

"Maybe it's just one of her...What does she call? Oh, yeah," Steve remembered before anyone could answer him. "her champagne problems." Steve was trying to calm you down, but he wasn't succeeding.

Fuck Wanda, you thought, your veins filled with angry. Fuck her and her champagne problems.

But even with all the fury you were feeling, Wanda's picture was still in your wallet along with your mom's ring.

You didn't hate her for leaving, you could never hate her.

You remembered the first time you made Wanda blush, it was in November.

You both met in college, and you thought you were the luckiest person in the world for having Wanda as your roommate. She was organized, friendly and didn't ask too many questions, everything a person could want from a roommate.

"Someone said to me that this door was once a madhouse." You said to her, wanting to make small talk.

"Well, it's made for me." Wanda made a joke, and you chuckled.

"A beautiful and intelligent woman like you in a madhouse? I find it hard to believe."

"Beautiful people do have problems too." Wanda's face was getting flush.

"I know, I know." You said. "I just wanted to praise you because, well, you're definitely one of the most beautiful girls on the campus."

And there it was, Wanda's face all red and her shy smile on her lips. You felt your heart beating faster than usual at that moment.

"So do you?" You continued.

"Do what?"

"Have problems."

"Just champagne problems." She answered.

"Champagne problems?" You asked, with your furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, nothing meaningful or worth mention," She explained. "when compared to the others issues around the world."

"Well, champagne or not, they're still problems."

She thought about your words for a moment, but didn't say anything. Wanda continued to devalue her own problems, claiming that her issues were insignificant and there were worse things in the world.

Wanda was very reserved in the beginning, it was usually you who started the conversations. It didn't take long for you to fall in love with her.

I mean, how could you not? She was gorgeous and caring. Wanda was kinder than the most people you had ever met. She was a dream girl, with her hair loose and long, her sweet smile and her funny laugh. The way she was always up to help someone in need, and how she tried to empathize with everyone.

Wanda was absolutely flawless.

You only asked her out on a date when you were sure she wouldn't reject you.

Now, seeing from afar, you could see how stupid you were. You should have waited, just kneeling after knowing for sure that she would say yes.

But that's the problem.

You had sure that Wanda would say yes with tears dropping from her eyes. Then, your song would have played, you would have kissed her and held her hand tight while dancing. Your friends would have cheered with joy, and Wanda would have hugged you with a radiant smile on her face.

You let out a breath of pain. You now lived with only wishes. Because she dropped your hand while dancing, instead of holding tight.

Just champagne problems, she would say, about this dramatic situation.

You had a black Chevy that Wanda loved, she enjoyed riding in your car, even if you never go anywhere special. And when the car stopped running and you decided that was time to buy a better one, Wanda didn't let you. Often you saw her on the passenger seat murmuring whatever song was playing on the radio.

Nevertheless, the Chevy wasn't going anywhere. Just like your relationship.

Feeling tired of sitting there in this hurt, you left the train and went to the nearest hotel that you could find, you didn't want to come back home anytime soon.

You lived in a small town, your failed marriage proposal was probably spreading in the mouth of people like a disease.

Your turn on your phone, there were many messages and missed calls from your friends, but no one of them matters to you. Except one.

There was one voicemail from Wanda. Just that. She didn't send you a dozen messages like your friends, just a voicemail.

You set down on the bed, before listening to her voice for the last time.

Hey, Y/N, it's me, Wanda. I think I owed you an apology for leaving you out there standing. I-I can't do this, I'm sorry.

Wanda's voice was trembling, it sounded like she was crying. Why was she crying? She left you, not the other way around.

You didn't know it was possible for your heart to break more, but it did. The sound of her painful voice would haunt you forever.

I really can't give you a reason, I guess I never was ready for commitment. Sometimes you just don't know the answer until someone gets on their knees and asks you, you know?

There was a long pause, so long that you thought the message was over. However, Wanda's voice filled the room again:

You deserve someone better than me, you always had. Someone who is not fucked up in the head like me, someone who will never hurt you like I did. You'll find a real thing out there, she will pick up the pieces of your broken heart and she will patch up your tapestry that I shredded. She will be so perfect that you will not remeber me, or all my champagne problems.

Your vision was blurred because of the tears that fall uncontrollably from your face.

Ours... your friends called, they all are worried about you, please contact them.

There was another long pause.

I lov...

Your heart started to race at the words she was about to say, but Wanda gave up halfway, as if realizing that the words were not true.

Goodbye, Y/N.

And that was it.

Four years of relationship saying goodbye in a voicemail of less than five minutes.

Your throat burned from holding on to crying for so long, you wanted to scream until your vocal cords burst.

You loved her more than anything, and she left as if it were nothing. As if your love meant nothing.

You took the picture of Wanda that was still on your wallet, and tore it into several pieces before throwing it in the trash.

Eventually, the sleep caught you while you were crying in the hotel bed, similar to a friendly hug in the midst of so much pain.

━━━━━━ ᗢ ━━━━━━

You heard that Wanda left town, without looking back, on the same day that she rejected your proposal.

Wanda's sweet perfume was still impregnate, along with your memories with her, in every room of the house that the two of you used to live. You didn't manage to stay there, it didn't take long for you to sell the house and buy an apartment in the city center.

You sold your black Chevy, there was no one around to stop you.

You also sold Wanda's things that she left behind, you didn't want anything to remind you of her. Because after the end of the day, you were still mad at Wanda. For leaving, for didn't give you a good reason, for making your waste four years of your life.

"She would've made such a lovely bride, what a shame she's fucked in the head." That was probably the last thing that someone spoke about Wanda, before another big gossip emerge in your town and they eventually forgot the humiliation that she put you through.

At first, you stayed in your new apartment with your heart broken, just watching futile reality shows and eating junk food. Steve, your best friend, was there all the time giving you emotional support, even though he didn't always know how to say the right thing.

But eventually you had to face reality, after all, you suffering or not, life still went on.

It took two years before you were ready to fall in love again. And two years since you had heard from Wanda, you didn't know about her even on social media, since she had deleted them all.

It was as if Wanda had simply disappeared, little by little, she became a myth in your life, a ghost that haunted you from time to time. Not even your friends and family mentioned her name.

Sometimes you wondered if she really existed, if you haven't invented her in your head.

It was in a bar outside the town, that you met Natasha Romanoff. She was self-confident and carried a death look in her eyes, rigid on the outside, but soft on the inside. She had short red hair and was not very fond of wearing jewellery.

Totally different from Wanda.

Natasha was fun to be around, it was easy to understand her because she was always honest with you.

You started to date her on the very first day of summer. Then, after spending all the four seasons together, you started to carry your mom's ring in your pocket and Natasha's picture in your wallet.

And when you got on your knees, she didn't leave you crestfallen on the dance floor. She said yes, and held your hand tight while dancing.

However, in the end, Wanda was wrong.

You still remeber all her champagne problems.

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[sunflowergirl522]

You Need To Remember Part 2

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Your best friend Peter gets sucked into a different reality in front of you and you use your power to go after him. You find yourself in a new reality but you don’t remember how you got there.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1875

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While you go downstairs to see what the twins were up to, Peter stays on the bed, stirring in his thoughts. The more he thinks of his dream, the more he remembers, the more he starts to break out of the fog around his mind. And the more upset he gets that Wanda’s gotten into your head when you just wanted to help him. He rushes to confront his so-called twin before she can get back into his mind.

Meanwhile you head downstairs to see the twins playing video games in front of the couch. The house looks different and as much as that tickles something in the back of your head, it doesn’t seem out of place, it seems normal to wake up in an entirely new decade. You plop down behind the twins not bothering with getting anything to eat when you hear muffled arguing coming from upstairs. You and the twins share a look before they go back to playing their game. When it starts to glitch out and revert back to games from past decades they look at you as if you could fix it.

“We have to go.” As the twins run up yelling for their mom, Pietro appears next to you, pulling you up into his arms so he can hold onto your neck.

“What, why?” He speeds the two of you into an alley behind a group of houses before he lets go of you. You stumble a bit feeling a little ill from the motion, but you can’t help but feel as if you should be used to it by now. 

“Stay right here, I’ll grab us some clothes and when I come back I’ll explain, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. Are you okay? I heard you fighting with your sister.” He runs a hand through his hair thinking of how easy this would be if he could’ve gotten Wanda to release her hold on you, she was adamant that she wasn’t doing anything to you though.

“She’s not my sister, just stay right here. I’ll be back in just a minute.” He kisses your forehead, something the two of you would do back home when one of you was sick or worried, and places his hands on your shoulders. “I mean it, don’t go teleporting off somewhere.”

“Teleporting? Pietro what-” But he’s gone before you can finish speaking. What is he going on about? Of course Wanda’s his sister if she wasn’t why would you guys have come to this town. And teleporting? You? He knows you don’t have powers like he does.

True to his word Pietro’s back in just a minute now dressed in colorful clothes, a blue beanie resting atop his head. In his hands are clothes for you, which he holds out for you to take. The clothes consist of bell bottom jeans and a rainbow shirt that you’re sure will be tight on you. He turns around with a quick ‘get dressed’ after you take them from him.

“Right here, anyone can walk out and see me.”

“If you don’t hurry up and get dressed I’m gonna do it for you.”

“Can’t we just go back to the house, Pietro?” He sighs before turning around to face you.

“Peter. Sorry Y/n, but I’m sure you’ll forgive me.” And the next thing you know he’s tossing your pajamas into a trash can and you’re in the form fitting clothes. He whistles as he turns to look at you. “Damn Y/n you sure clean up nice.”

“Okay, now what?” Your hands go to your hips as you stand there impatiently.

“Right, do you remember what you said to me last night? About the school, about how we don’t belong here, about us.” All you can do is shake your head and as you’re about to ask him if he’s okay once more he speaks again. “C’mon you need to remember. There’s a presence in your head, yeah? I know you can feel it, feel her. You’ve always been good at fighting Jean out of that head of yours, there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to fight Wanda out.”

“I don’t know what you want from me.” He’s right you can feel the presence but you don’t know how you’re supposed to get it out of your head.

“Just try, okay? Try for me.” You nod at him seeing the desperation in his eyes before shutting your own and trying to focus on getting whoever was in there out. You find the strength to push just enough to get the attention of the person in there and a glimpse of your actual life.

You again, I thought I told you to stop fighting? 

Get out of my head.

I thought you were happy with the life you got here. It’s so much better than longing after him from afar, with no happy ending in sight. She shows you the memories you have of watching Peter with Jubilee and the times he told you about a date he was on. Memories of Jean teasing you for being jealous and of nights that you would cry into her shoulder over how much you loved him.

You’re wrong, there’s always a happy ending. You force memories of the two of you hanging out and laughing together to the front of your mind. Memories of playing games and listening to music and taking care of each other when the other is feeling down. Even if he doesn’t feel the same.

When you open your eyes again you’ve succeeded in pushing her out and you’re back to being you again. “Peter?”

“Y/n? Are you back to being you?”

“Back and better than ever, baby! What do you have me in by the way?” You back up and fully take in your outfit that clung to your skin like glue. “Are these heeled sandals?”

“Yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry I just grabbed the first outfit I could. You look good though.”

“You have a point there. My ass looks great in these jeans. You couldn’t get me a pair of sunglasses or anything?” He’s in front of you dangling a pair of sunglasses on his finger. “Thanks, look at us looking like a pair of stoners.” You both laugh at your words before Peter gets serious again.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get here?”

“Well when your best friend disappears right in front of you what else are you gonna do other than follow the loser to a new reality. As for how I got here, I’m not sure, it hasn’t come back to me yet. What I do know is we’re both back to being ourselves and it’s not Wanda, at least she wasn’t the voice in my head.”

“Who is it then?”

“I don’t know, but we should go tell Wanda about it. You think stores around here have bubblegum?”

“One way to find out.” Peter smirks at you before grabbing you and dashing off.

***

When you get back to Wanda’s house she’s being escorted away by a neighbor leaving a familiar looking woman behind. Peter goes to follow Wanda but you hold onto his hand as you take off the sunglasses to get a better look at her.

“I think I know her.”

“How would you know her? She's never been here before.” But you knew that was wrong, how though.

“I just...do. You go on and see what’s going on with Wanda, I’m gonna figure out who mystery woman is.” 

“Be careful, Y/n.” 

“When am I not, Maximoff.” You smirk at him as you step back and teleport away. 

“All the damn time.” Peter mumbles to himself before heading in the direction Wanda went.

“Who are you?” The lady jumps at your sudden appearance in front of her. You’re chewing your gum obnoxiously and blow a bubble leaning on a car next to you. Her face scrunches up in confusion. “You don’t seem like you belong here.” You push the sunglasses up onto your head and something seems to click in hers.

“You! Did you ever find your friend?” She walks up to you as if you’re an ally she’s excited to find.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh, right, I’m Monica. I'm from the SWORD headquarters you showed up at at first.” You take her outstretched hand and the memory of you getting here hits you like a ton of bricks. 

The memory of you all but tearing your way into their reality after talking to the professor and Hank about if it was possible comes to mind. And then storming into the headquarters when the sight of him on the tv stopped you. The tension was high in there, even higher now that you showed up. The man who seemed to be in charge was just arguing with someone. At the sight of your angry appearance he spoke into his comms, something about guns. An alarm goes off, the red of it matching your anger at having your best friend stolen from you.

“Where is he?” You had asked the man in charge while pointing at the image of a laughing Peter.

“Who are you?” The woman, Monica asked you but you weren’t there for introductions. Men armed with guns start to flood into the room and you fling them back into the walls.

“Where. Is. He?” You take a few steps closer to her before the brunette behind her speaks.

“He’s in the hex.”

“What?” Your head whips over to look at her.

“One of our mighty heroes went rogue and is holding people hostage in her own reality.” You start to choke the man speaking without a care as you turn to face him.

“I wasn’t speaking to you, was I? Where is it?” You turn back around to face the brunette again. She just points out the window to respond to you.

“She’s controlling everything in there, she’ll control you too.” The man forces it out of his mouth, gaining your attention once more.

“And you’re not doing anything about it? You’re not working on getting him out?”

“We don’t know how.” Monica speaks again and you scoff, cracking your knuckles.

“Then I’ll do it.” With that you release your hold on the man's neck and all of his guards before teleporting to the static wall. You can feel the power coming from it as you reach out with your hand. You had mumbled a quick ‘I’m coming Pete’ before getting sucked in.

“Y/n.” You say as you shake Monica’s hand. “Sorry about choking out your boss.”

“He’s a dick he deserved it anyway.”

“Anyway,” you blow another bubble, “yeah, I found my friend and snapped him out of it. I should meet up with him anyway, you going after Wanda too?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go then.” You push the sunglasses back onto your face before following Monica. You watch her as she looks in windows and doors before opening up the cellar doors to unveil vines and a way into what seems to be a dungeon. 

“Snoopers gonna snoop.” Peter zips so he’s right next to her and you smile at his words while Monica looks at him shocked.

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[samwilsondiaries]

; welcome home

PART I — PART II (soon)

© @pietro-maximoff

sam wilson x fem!reader. masterlist.

summary. sam comes back home after being a week in europe, not replying to your calls or text messages.

words. ± 1.3k.

warnings, tags. after tfatws 1x04!reader insert, more or less. nsfw, +18!!! nothing really smutty, just a few touches and language.

a / n: none of my stories contain reader's body descriptions to be inclusive.

You couldn't help but feel worried after what you watched on the news. Sam left almost a week ago, asking you to stay with Sarah in Louisiana until he was back, only wanting to protect you. In the hospital, your boss gave you a sabbatical month, after collecting too many personal days. But being locked in Delacroix was eating you alive, carrying your phone wherever you used to go, waiting for a call or a message from your boyfriend that never came.

Helping your sister-in-law to extend the fishing net all over the floor to clean it from algae and trash, you weren't able to ignore it and to not check your notifications again. Nothing more than some emails and posts on your social media. Sarah puckered her lips disappointed for how his brother was behaving when she watched you sighing. She knew his ass was in big trouble, that was for sure. At least, help her with the family business kept your mind occupied the whole day, and it wasn't too bad to spend time with your nieces. They adored you and you used to have so much fun.

“I'm gonna put the boys to sleep”. Sarah informed you, coming into the kitchen while you were finishing your second glass of red wine. “You okay? Has he replied?”

“Nope”. You mumbled, taking another sip.

“He'll be okay”.

You knew it. Sam could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but you were aware of how hard he was. Your sister-in-law gave you a tight hug and left a kiss on your cheek before going upstairs to finish her day with some good sleep. She deserved it after too much work. On the contrary, you stayed there sitting at the dinner table, spinning your glass as if it could make it fill up by itself magically. Like every night, you used to wait an hour before heading to Sam's old room and try to sleep for a couple of hours, mostly waking up every thirty minutes to check your phone again. You weren't understanding why he hadn't replied to any of your texts, at least, with an emoji.

“Baby…”

The whisper dragged you back to reality with just one push, abruptly turning on your chair to the back door in the kitchen. Sam was there, standing in silence with a hand rested on the knob. He didn't seem hurt in any way, but he knew you probably would give him a silent treatment until he compensated you enough. Pressing your lips together and frowning, hiding how much you desired to hug him, kiss him and tell him how much you had missed him, you turned again to face your glass of wine.

Behind your position, you heard him heavily sighing while closing the door. His steps came closer, taking a seat on the chair next to yours. A shiver ran down your backbone when his right knee touched slightly yours, putting your head to the opposite side of his. Sam was conscious that telling you he was too occupied to use his phone only would make it worse, stretching his hand above the table to hold your free one. He was aware of what a simple touch from him could cause on you, taking it in advantage as you sniffed back your frustrated want to cry and yell at him.

“I've misse—”.

“Fuck that, Samuel. And fuck you”. Interrupting him with such a painful hiss, you stood up to empty the glass in one gulp, walking towards the sink to leave it inside.

After what happened with the blip, the minimal thought of losing him generated you a kind of anxiety that suffocated you till making you pass out. Five years. You had been looking for your soulmate for five years. You waited for him, even praying to God to bring him back to you. And when he did, he promised you to never leave again. A week without a single report from him wasn't exactly a way to keep it.

You supported part of your weight against the counter, with both of your hands tightly gripping the edge of it, bowing your head down. Sam pressed his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue, not being sure of what to do. He knew he screwed what he pact with you, even if it wasn't his intention. Believing that it was better if there wasn't any more distance between the two of you, he got up from his chair to reach you in two strides. Your boyfriend urged you to turn around and face him, but you tilted away your head not wanting to look at him.

Crossing both arms on your chest to let him know with your posture that you were more sad than angry, Sam placed his hands on the sides of your neck, cleaning a wild tear running down your cheek by using his thumb.

“You're the only thing in my mind when we're not together”. He guaranteed you, looking for your reddened eyes. “I'm sorry. I truly am… Look at me, please, baby”.

“I saw it on the news, Samuel. I saw what that Captain America did. And you were there, standing next to James. Don't ask me to not be worried”. You spoke then with so much rage still stuck in your throat.

“We will talk about it tomorrow, I promis—”.

“You promise. That's what you said the last time and look at my phone. Nothing. Nothing from you in days”. You reproached him, clicking your tongue and interrupting him again.

“Then, I don't promise. I assure you I'll answer any question you have tomorrow”. His orbs stayed in place, not moving a single minimal inch from yours.

You didn't reply. No word came from your mouth. Mouth that he didn't hesitate to bring to his. Sam only gave you an ephemeral kiss, causing you to close your eyes just like him. A sneak peek of what was about to happen. It was no more than a second when you were devouring each other's lips. Desperate, eagerly. His tongue soon invaded your cavity, drinking the sweet moan you couldn't retain as his left hand went straight down your ass. He squeezed it making you slightly lean upon your bare tiptoes, as he made his way to between your legs.

The heat started to strangle you when he slid his free hand under your shirt to grip it around one of your boobs, freeing it from your bra. Your tongue continued fighting his, not caring about the lack of air within your lungs, as you rocked your needed core against the lump growing beneath the rough fabric of his jeans. Sam grunted against your lips, wishing for an instant to be in your kitchen and not in his sister's, so he could simply rip off your clothes and fuck like two animals in heat. He needed to control himself, but he just simply couldn't, hearing your lower pleasing vocals.

“No, no, no, please, Sam...” You sobbed in a whisper, tangling your fingers in his shirt when he tried to take a step back.

“Shit, baby girl… You drive me insane”. He uttered into your ear as your mouth landed on his neck. Kissing, biting, and pulling up his skin between your teeth.

Sam's hands pawed your body strongly, pressing your body against the counter to make you feel what you caused on him. Having to take care of not being heard or caught on action just turned him on high-sky, but he was conscious that it wouldn't be a good scene for his nieces.

“C'mon… lemme take you to my room”. He asked you, finally settling some distance barely breathing, holding your hand to quickly guide you upstairs.

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[fukanouna]

Pour me a cup of your attention

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Barista!WandaNat AU where Natasha is tasked to teach the new girl (Wanda) how to prepare coffee. She was supposed to teach the brunette things like how to make a latte or to tell the difference between pour-over coffee and americanos; she was not supposed be a gay mess and fall for Wanda in the process.

Chapter Word Count: 5490

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Once again, Nick failed to inform Natasha that she would be training a new hire during her Saturday shift.

The moment she walked into the coffee stop with her barista apron hanging from her arm, Steve approached her with an ominously perfect boy scout-like smile that made her internally groan and prepare for the worse. "Alright, don't give me any bullshit. What did I walk into today?"

"Got a new budding barista in the back for you," Steve beamed as he playfully patted Natasha on the shoulder. She wasn't sure if the gesture was supposed to come off as encouraging or give off an "I'm-sorry-you-have-to-suffer-today" kind of energy. When Natasha continued to wear an unamused, deadpanned expression, Steve continued. "If you really don't want to train the new hire, you can be the shift supervisor in my stead, and I'll be the trainer."

"God, no!" Natasha quickly snapped. While she wasn't too keen training someone today (she wanted to practice latte art with soy milk during her down time), she'd rather be a trainer than have to run the shift. Too much responsibility when she was not in the mood. Releasing a resigned sigh, Natasha grumbled. "Fine, fine. I'll train them."

"Great!" Steve's already massive smile somehow grew wider and that same smile turned playful. "I think you're going to like her. She's pretty cute. Definitely your type."

"Eye candy isn't going to make the shift bearable, Rogers," Natasha huffed irritably and strode past him.

It was an unspoken ritual that Natasha came to the shop at least fifteen minutes early to grab and down a shot of espresso. It helped her wake up and mentally prepare herself for her shift. Seeing as her role for the day was going to require extra focus and a professional facade, she asked Steven, who was on espresso bar at the moment, for two shots of espresso topped with a dollop of whipped cream.

"You usually only ask for a single shot. Already preparing for the worst, Romanoff?" Steven questioned with an amused brow as he handed Natasha her small cup of espresso.

"Don't judge me, Strange. After the mess I had to deal with when I had to train that Parker kid, you can't blame me," Natasha grumbled then instantly downed her coffee and tossed her cup into the closest trash can. She greeted Sharon, who was in the process of grinding coffee beans to prepare tomorrow's batch of cold brew, and waved at Sam, who was helping a customer at the register, then took a deep breath as she headed to the back to meet the new hire.

The moment Natasha locked eyes with bright bluish eyes, she was fucked.

Steve wasn't joking, the girl was cute - extremely cute.

It took an incredible amount of effort for Natasha to keep a straight face and ignore the annoyingly smug look Steve was throwing her from behind the girl. "You must be the one Steve mentioned. I'm Natasha," she introduced smoothly and extended her hand. The girl's' hand felt smooth and soft, and god, those eyes were way too mesmerizing.

"Hello, Natasha. It's nice to meet you. I'm Wanda. I'm very new and very clueless when it comes to coffee as I'm not much of a coffee person," Wanda admitted with a soft chuckle.

"Is that so? Why apply to a coffee shop then?" the redhead questioned.

"I've applied to a bunch of other part-time positions, but this was the only place to accept me without any previous experience. Besides, getting free chai tea lattes and London Fogs are really good perks," Wanda explained with a grin Natasha couldn't help but find incredibly adorable.

It's been barely five minutes since I've met this girl and I'm already a mess, Natasha internally groaned.

"I've already finalized her paperwork in the system and gave her a new apron so she's all yours, Nat," Steve beamed and subtly winked at Natasha. God, she really wanted to punch him and his perfect teeth.

"Thank you, Rogers," Natasha forced out a smile and glared daggers at the blonde. Fortunately, Wanda didn't seem to notice the playful animosity she was throwing at Steve and turned her full attention to her.

"I'm ready to be a barista," Wanda declared confidently after putting on her apron and took a step closer to Natasha.

Natasha tried not to think about the minimal space between her and the new girl, then motioned with a hand for Wanda to follow her out onto the floor. As they turned the corner, Natasha quickly threw up her middle finger at Steve.

---

She led Wanda to the back corner of the store where an extra espresso bar was set up. It was typically used for training purposes or for baristas to practice their latte art, but during busy hours, it was actively used to cut wait times. While the espresso bar was turning on, Natasha showed Wanda how to prepare pour-over coffee and how to use the French press, then poured sample cups of different roasts for her to sip. It was important for Wanda to be at least familiar with all the different tastes and flavor notes if she had to recommend a roast to a customer.

Although Wanda was vocal about her distaste for coffee, she willingly tried every roast Natasha poured her. While Natasha preferred darker roasts, she was surprised when Wanda picked the lighter beans as her preferred roast since the flavor wasn't too heavy on the tongue.

Once they switched over to tasting espresso, Natasha was secretly eager in seeing the brunette's reaction to tasting the concentrated drops of coffee. Wanda's reactions did not disappoint. Wanda's face scrunched in disgust when she sipped the bold-flavored espresso, but when Natasha forced her to try a dead espresso shot, the other woman physically recoiled backwards, completely repulsed by the taste.

"That's what oxidation does to espresso if you let it sit out for too long without milk. It becomes extremely bitter, and it almost has this burnt taste feeling on your tongue," Natasha continued to explain, holding back her laughter as Wanda's face was still contorted in disgust.

"Please tell me that's the last of the coffee I have to try."

"For now. You'll tackle iced coffees and cold brews another day, otherwise, you might actually get heart palpitations from all the caffeine you're drinking."

It was a breath of fresh air for Natasha when the first day of training with Wanda wrapped up smoothly, even a little earlier than anticipated. The brunette was a quick learner. There was a systematic flow when it came to making lattes back-to-back, and Wanda was able to make three basic lattes faster than some of the veteran baristas by the end of her training. Hell, Wanda's foam for her first cappuccino was impressive considering it was a first attempt. Natasha was impressed.

Natasha made herself a flat white and a soy Chai tea latte for Wanda in the shop's ceramic mugs before they went to the back for a break.

"Great job today," Natasha complimented. "You've completed all of your Day One training ahead of schedule. If you want to head out early, you can. You'll get paid for the full training hours."

Wanda took a sip of her Chai, letting out a satisfied hum from the taste. "What can I expect for tomorrow's training?"

"Cold coffees, tea lattes, and non-caffeinated drinks like the various kinds of hot chocolates we offer. The thing is, I'm off tomorrow so you'll have someone else train you for Day Two," Natasha smiled apologetically. For once in her life, Natasha wished she didn't have Sundays off.

"I'm sad to hear. I enjoyed having you train me," Wanda confessed and gave Natasha a smile. "You explain things very well in ways that’s easy to understand."

"Considering there have been times I've had to repeat the same step several times to some trainees, maybe it's actually all you. You're a quick learner," Natasha chuckled. She noted that Wanda seemed embarrassed by the praise. Cute.

"When will be the next time I see you?"

The redhead pursed her lips. "Well, I'm here for mornings on weekdays since that's when we're the busiest because of people going to work or college classes, and then for Saturdays I'm either in the morning or I start at noon. Usually depends on where Fury puts me. What's your schedule like?"

"The semester at HYDRA State University starts next week. I put my availability for weekend mornings and Tuesday and Thursday evenings."

“I guess that means we’ll only see each other on Saturdays,” Natasha chuckled under her breath to mask her disappointment. She really enjoyed Wanda’s company. The universe must hate her or something if she was only allowed to talk to the breathtakingly beautiful brunette once a week.

Wanda let out a thoughtful-sounding hum as she took another sip of her latte. Then she turned her gaze back to Natasha and grinned. “Then I guess I’m going to start looking forward to Saturdays now.”

Natasha blinked several times, her mind still trying to process what she just heard (though it was difficult because she was also distracted by the way Wanda was smiling at her), eventually opting to take a sip of her flat white to try and hide her smile.

—

Two weeks passed since Natasha last saw Wanda.

Typically, Natasha was not the kind of person to call out from her shifts, no matter how foul of a mood she was in, but Liho threw up multiple times last Saturday morning, and Natasha wasted no time rushing her cat to the vet, resulting in her having to call out. She was relieved when the veterinarian confirmed that Liho would be fine, catching some sort of stomach bug, and prescribed Natasha antibiotics to administer to Liho.

Now it was the following Saturday, and Natasha was doing her best to focus on making drinks and ignore the clock hanging on the wall to her left. The moment she clocked in for her shift, she checked the day’s schedule and saw that Wanda would come in two hours later. It was honestly ridiculous how something so small as knowing when Wanda started her shift gave her the energy she needed to not give a fuck about the usual crowd of teenagers and middle-aged women bitching about how their frappuccinos don't have enough caramel drizzle around the cup and do her job without stress.

When Natasha heard the door open and realized it was a brunette from her peripheral, she immediately knew who it was. Her eyes locked with Wanda's and gave the younger a quick smile and a nod of acknowledgement before turning her focus back on the flat white she was making. Natasha forced herself to ignore the oncoming footsteps and the sweet scent of strawberries wafting into her nostrils while she slow-poured the pitcher of steamed milk into a ceramic cup.

"Hello, Natasha. Long time no see," Wanda greeted with a smile. "I hope your cat is doing better."

"Liho is recovering fine, thanks for asking." Natasha rinsed the pitcher then capped the flat white, briefly leaving Wanda's side to call out to the customer, then returned to where she stood. "How's it been adjusting to the life of a barista?"

"Pretty well, I think. I can make almost all the hot drinks."

"Which ones are you having trouble with?

Wanda scrunched her nose. "Cappuccinos and flat whites. I'm jealous at how you made that flat white look so easy. My foam for cappuccinos look… passable, but they don't look as pretty as others."

"Those take practice to make. I can teach you a few tips to make that journey to mastery easier," Natasha offered. She bit back a smile when Wanda's eyes lit up.

"Would you really?"

"Of course. But how about you clock in first? You're already five minutes late," Natasha said while pointing to the clock, snickering when Wanda cursed under her breath.

"I was so excited to see you that I completely forgot!" Wanda blurted out and shuffled away to the back.

Natasha felt her chest swell happily at what Wanda just said, biting back a smile once again, and tried to ignore that growing feeling by picking up a sanitized rag and wiping the area around the espresso bar till it was clean.

---

She didn't look like it but Natasha was the type of person who always made an effort to be punctual for work. If she was ever late, it was due to factors she couldn't control like if there was an accident on the way to work.

This Monday morning, Tony called her the moment she sat in her car asking her for a favor. Apparently, their shipment of toilet paper and hand soap didn't come in the night before, and there was no doubt the store would run out before noon. Natasha didn't mind taking a quick detour before going in for work and told Tony she'd get the supplies.

What Natasha didn't expect going into work today was Wanda stationed at the espresso bar. She recalled Wanda had classes weekday mornings, and while the mere sight of the brunette made her heart skip a beat, Natasha was also confused. Her mood immediately soured when she realized some guy was yelling at Wanda over the counter.

Natasha set down the bathroom supplies on the back counter and quickly made her way over to the bar. "Sir, may I ask what is the problem that you had to resort to raising your voice at our barista?" she intervened with icy calmness as she stared him down.

"The problem is that your barista is too slow at making the drinks! She's taking too long!" he complained and directed his obnoxious voice towards to Natasha. "My kids are going to be late for school!"

Natasha has heard this excuse before and she internally sighed while forcing to keep her customer-service-voice intact. "Sir, with all due respect, we are not responsible for your children's attendance."

"That's—“

"It is almost 8am on a Monday morning. You made the conscious decision to prioritize grabbing a cup of coffee during a morning rush at our shop instead of taking your children to school," Natasha cut him off sharply, glaring him down as she motioned to the other customers standing around the man. "These people also have places to be, but they are patiently waiting for their order."

Natasha felt goosebumps on the back of her neck when she felt a shaky hand from Wanda slide into hers. She gave the brunette's hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze back. "You are not helping yourself, or anyone for that matter, by yelling at our barista to work faster."

The man's face was red from the neck up as there were murmuring coming from the people behind him. "Then what would you have me do?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"You still have your receipt, right? If you leave now and take your kids to school, come back to our shop any time today and we'll make your drinks for you then. I'll leave a note to the other baristas working today so they know. Or you can get a refund for your order. Your choice," Natasha compromised with crossed arms. Truthfully, she wanted to kick him out for yelling at Wanda, but she needed to push her personal bias aside and try to be the better person, for the shop's image or whatever as Nick put it.

After several moments later, the man eventually chose to come back later for his order. Once he was gone, Natasha stood in front of the espresso bar and immediately began prepping the next order's drink. "I got this, Wanda. You go take your ten," she said while steaming a pitcher of almond milk.

"But Natasha… I feel bad for leaving you with so many drinks to make," Wanda mumbled softly.

"It's fine. I got this." Natasha paused to study Wanda closely. "You were shaken up." She reached out to gently rub at Wanda's upper arm, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. He was an asshole."

"But Natasha…" Wanda said again but with less firmness than before. "I still feel bad regardless. I picked up Carol's shift, thinking I could handle a morning shift since my morning class was canceled, and yet…"

Natasha hated that Wanda was close to crying. She remembered the feeling of being yelled at by a customer for the first time when she was starting out. “It’s shitty, but he’ll probably be one of many customers who’ll take their anger out on you,” she said honestly while capping the almond milk latte and handing it out to the customer. “But know when it’s not your fault. Like I said to him, we’re not responsible for his kids, and no one else had an issue about your coffee-making pace, right?”

“No…” Wanda confirmed with a slow nod. Natasha smiled when she saw that Wanda looked more relaxed.

“Then you did nothing wrong," she said with finality then began working on the next drink in the queue. "If you could take those supplies to the back and restock the bathrooms before your ten, I'd appreciate it."

Wanda swiftly nodded. "Of course." She fidgeted with her silver ring on her index finger. "Um, would you be free after your shift today?"

Natasha quirked up an eyebrow at Wanda while she pumped hazelnut syrup into the latte.

"I know this really good local dim sum spot. My brother and I went there a lot when we were in high school, so the owners know me, and I don't have class till late afternoon, and it's the least I can do so…"

"Maximoff, are you asking me out on a date in the middle of rush hour?" Natasha teased with a crooked grin. Her grin widened when Wanda fidgeted even more.

"I… I just… think you'd really enjoy the food," Wanda mumbled.

Natasha chuckled. "Sure, I'm down. I don't have any plans today. Dim sum sounds great."

Wanda immediately perked and flashed a beaming smile at her. "Great! I'll, um, go do my task now."

From her peripheral, Natasha watched Wanda shuffle to grab a couple of toilet rolls from the pack and a bottle of hand soap before heading to the lobby bathrooms.

She tried her best to focus on making the peppermint mocha in front of her, but she was too focused on the fact Wanda didn't deny that she was trying to ask Natasha out on a date.

---

After weeks of subtle flirting while working Saturdays together and the occasional invitations to grab food weekday nights, Natasha was almost sure there was something between her and Wanda. 

Normally, Natasha admitted she could be clueless when it came to noticing people hitting on her, especially girls, but the entire store could "see the chemistry" between her and Wanda, as Tony put it so loudly one afternoon shift. Carol would nudge her side whenever Wanda walked into the store, Peter would instantly leave the break room the moment Wanda walked in to join her, and even Steven Strange, who displayed little to no emotions normally, was finding amusement in their interactions behind bar.

Still, Natasha never made any move to jump over that final hurdle because there was a boundary. She was a shift supervisor and Wanda was a part-time barista. Someone of her position wasn't allowed to date someone of a lower position due to power imbalance. Nick had a soft spot for her, but he would have no choice but to step in if he caught on. The most likely scenario would be he'd transfer her to a different location. It would suck ass because Natasha genuinely enjoyed the team she had here at this location, but it would be a much better alternative in comparison to the worst-case scenario: Wanda would have to be let go. It's what happened to Laura after Nick discovered Clint was dating her. In the end, Clint quit too.

Natasha decided that the way things were currently were for the best.

---

While Natasha was taking a year off from university, her sister, Yelena, was still a full-time student and in the middle of studying for a major exam for her class in child psychology. Yelena lamented to her that she'd be pulling an all-nighter, so Natasha decided to drive back to the coffee that night to stop and grab a jug of cold brew for her sister. It was a win-win situation because Natasha knew Wanda was working tonight.

Natasha pushed through the familiar coffee shop doors and a broad grin curved on her face at the sight of Wong. "Hey, stranger. Long time no see. How was Hong Kong?"

"Right back at you, Nat," Wong laughed and stood in front of the register. "It was a lot fun since it had been years since I went back. My family fed me well. It's good to be back though. I'm guess you're here because of Yelena?"

"You know me so well. She's currently dying from studying as we speak," she chuckled while pulling out her credit card. "The usual cold brew jug for her and a decaf flat white for me. Throw in a scone too, but it doesn't need to be warmed."

"You got it," Wong confirmed with a nod and entered in her order. "Send my regards to Yelena and tell her not to study too hard."

Natasha gave him an amused look and slid her card into the reader. "Will do, but no promises. You know how she is."

"That I do."

Natasha looked up and saw Wanda emerging from the back with a couple cartons of oat milk in arms. The moment Wanda made eye contact with her, she immediately burst out in a full-blown smile. "Why hello there."

"Hey, you," Natasha coolly acknowledged with a smirk and slipped her card back into her wallet. She didn't miss the way Wong looked at them with a cheeky glance before heading to the back for Yelena's jug. God, she must be so obvious.

After placing the oat milk into the fridge below the espresso bar, Wanda ripped off Natasha's order receipt from the printer and skimmed it. "A jug of cold brew and a decaf flat white."

"The former is for my sister. She needs the fuel because she'll be pulling an all-nighter."

Wanda pursed her lips thoughtfully and poured whole milk into the pitcher. "I'm familiar with that pain. I wish her well. I'll get started on your flat white since Wong is already preparing your jug."

"Take your time. Thanks, Wanda."

Natasha felt her body instinctively hold her breath when Wanda's beautiful blue eyes met hers with an almost playful glint.

"Of course, Natasha."

She shivered at the way her name rolled off Wanda's tongue.

Minutes later Wanda finished her drink and placed the cup in the hand-off area. When Natasha glanced down at her coffee, there was heart-shaped latte art. Her gaze shifted to Wanda's to find the brunette grinning at her. "Impressed?" Wanda asked. "I've been practicing."

"It shows. This heart is beautiful," Natasha praised as she capped her cup. "Shame I'll have to ruin it after the first sip."

"As long as you don't ruin the real thing."

Natasha felt her heart thud against her ribcage, exhaling slowly. "Wanda…"

Wanda didn't look away. "Yes?"

"I—"

"Here's your jug, Nat!"

Natasha's shoulders relaxed when Wong came up from behind Wanda and slid over the jug of cold brew to her. "Thanks again, Wong."

"Not a problem. Take care." Wong waved and headed back to the register to help another customer.

"Have a good night, Wanda," she murmured.

"You too, Natasha," Wanda whispered softly. "You too."

---

After handing off the cold brew and scone to Yelena, Natasha went to her room to leave her sister in peace. She had her smart TV placed on a low table so she could comfortably watch on her giant bean bag chair, though at the moment, she was mindlessly scrolling through her list of saved shows to watch on Netflix. Natasha figured she should be more productive, but her earlier conversation with Wanda refused to leave her mind. She never expected the other girl to be so forward when they first met. It was becoming more and more difficult to control herself.

Natasha felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and tugged it out. When she realized it was a text from Wanda, she swallowed. "Speak of the devil," she muttered to herself and opened the message.

Hey!

I know this is sudden, but do you think you could give me a ride home?

My brother failed to tell me that his car is in the shop till tomorrow so he can't pick me up.

If you can't, that's fine. I can call an Uber.

you don't need to get an uber

give me 20min and i'll be there

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When Natasha returned to the coffee shop, Wanda was standing in front of the closed store with Wong.

"Sorry for taking so long. I kept hitting every damn red light," Natasha huffed in annoyance as pushed her car door shut and made her way to her friends.

"Not to worry. We weren't waiting long," Wong insisted with a laugh.

"Wong was kind enough to wait with me till you arrived," Wanda explained to her then turned to Wong. "Thank you again."

"It's no trouble at all, Wanda," Wong said with a slight bow of the head. "It wouldn't be safe for you to be standing out here all by yourself. Get home safe, ladies."

Natasha gave Wong a fist bump then unlocked her car for Wanda. The brunette placed her tote bag in the backseats before she joined Natasha in the front. Once they were both buckled in, they both gave Wong one last wave and drove out of the coffee shop's parking lot.

Wanda's house was a fifteen minute drive at most from their workplace (assuming Natasha didn't hit every light again). There were times she had to take her home after they bought some deliciously cheap Chinese takeout together or grabbed some authentic Italian gelato, so she knew the way to Wanda's place by heart at this point. But this night ride felt longer than usual. Wanda was quiet, answering Natasha's attempts at striking a conversation with tiny smiles and hums, sometimes a nod. She wondered if their earlier conversation was still on the brunette's mind, but she wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring it up again. At the very least, Wanda wasn't upset at her, given that she still looked at Natasha with a smile. It was kind of crazy how the sight of Wanda simply smiling at her made Natasha feel comforted. No words were needed.

The drive reached its end when Natasha parked against the curb of Maximoff's driveway. She shut off the engine and shifted to face the other girl. "There ya go, Miss Maximoff. Home sweet home."

"Thank you again for driving me home," Wanda said as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Anytime. Have a good night, Wanda." Natasha raised an eyebrow when Wanda remained where she was, biting down on her lower lip while wearing a contemplative expression. "What's up?" she gently prodded. Natasha's breath hitched in her throat when Wanda placed her hand over Natasha's that was gripping the gearshift "Wanda?" she breathed out more softly.

Wanda leaned in closer over the armrest compartment between them. In the cramped space of her car, Natasha was hyper-aware of Wanda more than ever and the charged atmosphere and hung around them. She should have moved away, she really should have, but Natasha was frozen by those captivating blue eyes she could fall into forever, shuddering when Wanda moved her hand from the gearshift, up Natasha's arm, to the back of Natasha's neck, coming closer.

"Wanda," she said again, more quietly, more weakly than before.

"Is this okay?" Wanda whispered, but to Natasha's ears, it almost sounded like the younger was pleading to her. And Natasha knew what she was really asking - there was no denying the tension between them anymore. The rational part of her brain knew it was a bad idea to jump over that final hurdle, but her heart couldn't take the sound of Wanda's voice, so soft and uncertain, and didn't want to push her away any longer.

"Yeah… it's more than okay," Natasha answered back and kissed Wanda.

Natasha often daydreamed what it was like to kiss Wanda. She imagined it'd be gentle and slow with a hint of cherries like that one Katy Perry song. Instead, their kiss tasted fruity in a herbal tea kind of way, and while Wanda's kisses were initially gentle, she craved Natasha's lips more than oxygen. Natasha reveled in the whimpering noises Wanda made when she suckled on the brunette's lower lip, then pushed her tongue into her mouth so their tongues met in desperate, messy kiss that stemmed from weeks of repressed tension. Natasha's mind was reeling in a way that reminded her of the way she felt when she was tipsy, but in this case she was intoxicated by Wanda, and she damn wished she could feel this way all the time.

"Sestra! I baked extra pečené buchty and Mama said to give it to your friend as thanks and— WHOA!"

Wanda pushed Natasha away and snapped her head in the direction of the voice.

"PIETRO!" Wanda hissed from inside the car. This was the first time Natasha's seen Wanda's twin brother, and she should be flustered he caught them making out, but she's oddly attracted to a pissed-off Wanda.

"Sorry, sorry! I was just trying to give you pastries!" Pietro bowed his head excessively but his eyes were twinkling in amusement. Wanda huffed and got out of the car to take the brown bag of bread from him. "Thank you for accepting my delivery. You and your girlfriend can continue~"

"Go!" Wanda hissed again and Pietro happily jogged off back into the house, but not before giving Wanda a thumbs up. With a sigh, Wanda slipped back into the passenger seat, clearing her throat with flustered cheeks. "Um, I'm sorry about my brother…"

"It's okay. Kinda should've realized it was risky doing it right outside your house," Natasha chuckled. A pleasant, sweet aroma wafted into her nose and she eyed the bag. "Those smell really good. Are they really for me?"

"If Pietro said so, then yes. He's been into baking recently. Which is strange considering how impatient he is." Wanda cleared her throat again, gazing turning meek when her eyes met Natasha's. "About before…"

"I don't regret it if that's what you're about to ask," Natasha cut in. "I've been wanting to kiss you for awhile now, if it wasn't already obvious. It's just… difficult with my position at work."

"I'm open to the idea of keeping our relationship a secret. I know how much you love working at the coffee shop and wouldn't want to jeopardize that," Wanda hummed quietly as she played with Natasha's fingers. "I know we can make time to see each other outside of work, but I also treasure our time together on Saturdays.

Natasha could feel the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around happily as their fingers intertwined. "Secret but official?"

"Secret but official," Wanda agreed and pressed a kiss to Natasha's cheek. "I should go. My twin senses are telling me Pietro is watching us through a window. I'll see you on Saturday."

Natasha brought the brunette's fingers to her lips and kissed each one of them. "Can I see you Friday night instead?"

"Are you asking me out on a date, Natasha Romanoff?" Wanda teased, head tilted to one side, giggling softly at the gesture.

Natasha recalled the way she teased Wanda with the same question weeks ago, but this time they were both serious. "I am. I can't wait till Saturday morning to see you."

Wanda gave her a shy smile. "Then you will see me Friday night. Goodnight, Natasha."

Natasha smiled back.

"Goodnight, Wanda."

She reluctantly watched Wanda exit her car and made her way back to her doorstep. Wanda looked back at her when she stepped inside her house, neither looking away, until Wanda finally closed the door shut.

Natasha sighed happily and slumped in her seat. She placed two fingers on her lips, still tingling from the feeling of Wanda's lips on hers, still somewhat in disbelief that they really kissed. She wasn't sure how difficult it was going to be to hide their relationship at work, but somehow, she'll make it work.

For now, Natasha turned on the engine and drove away, already mentally planning how she'd like to spend her first official date with Wanda.

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A/N: Fun fact: I used to work for the green mermaid coffee corporation, so parts of this fic were inspired from personal experiences. You'll have to figure out which parts though ;)

Anyway, this was my first non-MCU WandaNat AU. Hope you enjoyed the fic and thank you for reading! :)

Till next time.

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #wanda x natasha

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Mr. Pac-Man

(A/n) : Hey! so this is one of my first fanfics, so feel free to correct anything I did wrong. (although I don't take criticism very well). I did over - expand the plot, I'm sorry. I hope you like it <3

Peter Maximoff x GN!Reader

not my GIF

Slight Warnings : brief mentions of sex, and oh, Language !

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Pink Floyd played as you scribbled random words on paper hoping they make sense, spoiler : they didn't! As you try your best to finish your history paper u hear the doorbell ring. You go down quickly because you would do anything to avoid your homework, you opened the door finding no one on the other side. You looked towards the left and right, but no one was there. You examined the area, and smelt a slight fragrant of something sweet, knowing exactly who was at the door. Going back up to your rooming hoping to find your boyfriend Peter maximoff. One of the X-men, "quicksilver" as he calls it. You didn't find him, but u did find a note which read "Hey, so I saw you've been worried about school and stuff, so I planned something special for you at my house ! I won't kidnap you don't worry...

Love

Peter"

You let out a low chuckle upon reading the last line as your mother came in "Who was at the door?" she asked with a concerned look. "Oh, it was Peter don't worry" you said effusively. "He's asked me to see him at his house, Can I go?" "Did you finish your history paper?" "Yeah! I wrote about the civil rights war" you said with a confident smile "Ok just don't be late" your mom said leaving your room. After your mom went to do finish some work you let out a sigh of relief, because technically you didn't lie nor told the truth it was a grey area.

You didn't really need anything flashy, so you wore a loose top which said "NIRVANA" tucked into some jeans and a pair of silver sneaker Peter got for you on your birthday. You didn't bother putting any makeup on as it was too much of a hassle for you. You used your powers to teleport to his house, granted you showed up in between Lorna's tea party, it still worked !

Looking around for Peter, you found him in the kitchen mumbling to himself. "Hey Lover Boy!" He got slightly startled but pulled u in for a comforting hug. "Got your note" you said pulling it out from the pocket of your jeans "thank you for this, but make it quick I have to finish my paper" "Y/n, quick is basically my name, besides I have a special evening planned for us" he said with a cocky facial expression. Speeding past you he left a quick kiss on your cheek and said "Come on down!" motioning towards his "room" aka his mom's basement. You followed him down to see that it didn't look like a trash museum for once. "So your mom finally got you to clean" "Nope, I did it myself!" he replied earning a smile from you. "So for tonight we'll be watching y/f/m, eating junk food and trying to see if u can beat my high score at Pac-Man". "That sounds amazing! And of course I can beat your score I've done 3 times already" you said gestured to the Pac-Man machine. He sped over to the game and gave you a playful smirk "So you wouldn't mind beating my high score again?" "If you do beat my high score I'll let you do whatever you want with my hair" he continued remembering that you always wanted to style his hair, it was always in a mess due to him speeding everywhere. You walked over to the machine and stood beside him, with a smirk you said "Well then prepare to lose, don't cry when you do" you moved your head to his ear and left a subtle kiss on his neck. "Or we could do something else you know?" he said raising an eyebrow looking back to his bed. "Oh shut up!" u blurted with a cocky tone. You took the controllers and started playing. Peter stared at you, he didn't care about the high score, most of the time he likes to stare at you.

Not in a creepy way, but he has always loved admiring your features. "Shit-" You mumbled under your breath breaking peter out of his daydream. "I TOLD U!! I let you win all those times!" He said jumping with his fist in the air. "Sometimes I can't find the difference between you and a golden retriever" u said laughing at his state of joy. He chuckled at the comment and sped over in front of the TV "well since you lost you're going to do what I want" "Which is??" you questioned moving your eyes to him "you're going to spend the night here" "but peter-" he cut you off by saying "don't worry I just want to watch a couple of movies and spend more time with you" "You've been busy with school so I missed you" he continued looking down at his shoes. The corners of your mouth formed a huge smile as you went in for a hug "Then we're watching y/f/m" He pulled back from the hug and you felt a blur go by as peter showed up beside you with 2 cans of soda, a bag of popcorn and a VHS tape for y/f/m.

You giggled and sat down as he started the movie. In a swift motion he sat back down with his head on your chest. "We do need to fix your hair though" you said as he grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. "No can do you lost our bet remember?" He said in a muffled voice while eating popcorn. You both continued to watch the movie, here and there you both would scream at the TV. Peter ended up finishing all the popcorn by throwing it on the screen when his least favorite character comes on. After the movie ended Peter saw you fell asleep on the floor with a soda can in your hand. He quickly threw all the trash and carried to his bed. He snuggled up beside you and pulled the covers over the both of you. He kissed your forehead and whispered "Good Night Twinkie"

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[heylookatthatwow]

Would I be able to get a male ship for supernatural and xmen? I'm female, with long wavy green hair side shaved. I'm a virgo. I have a few piercings and tattoos. I'm very confident. I love to joke around and make my friends laugh. I like to be around people who can make me laugh too. I do fire eating as a hobby and I play the drums. I kind of low key like attention even when I act like I dont. And I really love cheesy pick up lines especially if they're funny. I also like to draw, go ice skating, go to concerts, watch horror movies, binge watch trash TV or just lay around listening to music. I have a pet parrot whom I love very much. As far as negative traits go I have some depression issues but I try my best to make light of it and joke about my problems to other people. I also get moody easily and can be a petty little gremlin when I'm mad but I get over things pretty quickly because most of all I just want to have fun.

I ship you with:

Dean Winchester!

You two would have sooo much fun together. Dean would have instantly taken a liking to you. Your strong aura of strength, attitude, and confidence drew him in.

The cheesy pick up line he used to start the conversation made you laugh, and ever since then you’ve been a dynamic duo.

You & Dean would watch horror movies on his computer on your days off, splitting a pizza between you. For the cheesy tv, Dean was embarrassed about it at first, but he couldn’t hide his love for Dr. Sexy forever.

Sam got reallllly tired of the Dr. Sexy MD references. He wouldn’t admit it, but it made him smile to see his brother joking around, and genuinely enjoying himself. Even if he was seriously annoyed with the constant quotes.

Dean would constantly compliment you, and shower you with love & attention. He couldn’t help it, he was head over boots.

Like himself, he understood when you didn’t feel so well sometimes. Some days he had a hard time feeling happy & light. So he did his best to make to make you feel comfy & loved. Probably would ask you if you wanted to listen to some of his cassettes.

Over all the two of you make eachother happy in a world where God, quite literally, has it out for you.

Peter Maximoff!

Peter ran into you one day. No literally, and it hurt.

You might have said some not very nice things, but when you noticed the dopey look on his adorable face, you couldn’t help but sigh & help him up.

Thank Xavier he wasn’t going a zillion miles per hour.

He offered to buy you ice cream as an apology. That’s where it started.

From then on, the two of you were always together. Your mutual love for music kept you talking in the beginning, and became a big part of your relationship.

Peter would sneak you into concerts. You want something, literally just ask. He will have it for you in 2 seconds.

He’d probably ask you to draw him in goofy positions. “Draw me like one of your French girls.”

He’d love your body modifications to the moon. The two of you would look very smashing together.

Although he is a total goofball who usually hides his feelings with a smile, he’d be very in touch with his emotions with you.

Probably needs lots of attention. Clingy. You’ll never get a moment alone unless you ask him.

Definitely considers his best friend to be your parrot. *see below*

“So we talked about it, and they are sorry for nipping at my finger when I tried to put a hat on them.”

“....Peter..?”

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I hope this was okay! Thanks for requesting :)

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[dirhwangdaseul-archived]

The new team members of new warriors sound like 2012 tumblr ocs a teenager made

Look I wish, cause at least that would be like fun within fandom and we could laugh about it... but these are actual idiots working within an actual media force, it's not just writers who saw this shit, it's like three artists or more that probably said, "yeah ok how do we make people cringe at this?", it's the editor of the book and then an editor in chief, a marketing person, and there's more I'm forgetting, but like the reality is that a lot of people greenlighted this whether actively or with their silent acquiescence.

They watched this be developed by some idiot that fucking thought it was a good idea to have black characters named after buzzwords used to devalue people that care about other people, like just... There's no way this is good in any form because it just calls back to a degradation of social movements.

And tbh I don't think they're gonna represent that and like whoever wrote those damn names has zero imagination, like it could have been a play of words, it could have been another language, Latin roots, I don't fucking know but it doesn't sound either like they're taking it seriously rather than using it for either shock or straight up parodying, and the worst part is precisely that it's with the backing of a company with actual power.

However decadent Marvel is right now they still have readers, and I wanna maybe believe that it's not done in bad faith but there's no hope in me because we're talking about a publication house that straight up catered to nazis, NAZIS, with an entire event, that one of its writers had antisemitic imagery in one of the Thanos solo books, that an editor in chief dismissed the concerns brought up by Jewish readers of the consequences of catering to Joss Whedon and Disney's cinematic antisemitism within the comicbooks and the story of the Maximoffs, a house that promoted a white man taking the lives of nameless Asian wizards in the pages of Doctor Strange, a house that consistently lightens Kamala's skin tone and changes her features to palatable whiteness when she appears anywhere but her own fucking comicbook, a house that still draws Storm as an amalgam of what a black woman should look like so that future artists can lighten her skin, make her whiter when it suits them, make her easy to digest to fetishists and racists, a house that protected and rehired a man that pretended to be an Asian writer to get away with writing racist fucking Asian tropes so that he wouldn't be criticized for his racist portrayals of Asian cultures, a house that in short repeatedly ignores its readers and steps on entire demographics in the name of profit and an invisible white cishet man to cater.

And the worst part is that all the examples I gave belong only to the last five years or so ffs.

I do not trust them for one second with this. And sorry I let it out in this ask but Marvel is utter fucking trash and its moral practices? Non-existent, for me to actually see this heading into any direction that isn't somehow denigrating of the people they claim to represent is just wishful thinking. I have no basis of trust not even with writers I like.

@Marvel

Edit: and yeah I get they're supposed to be ironic but that's why? Their entire characters? Are black people just your social mouthpiece instead of actual fucking people with fucking personalities???

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