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Life after Narnia

The Pevensies return from Narnia a bit discombobulated. They are adults in childish bodies. The war has ended, and they are to return home to their parents but they never forget Professor Kirke. Often visiting him during summers.

Their mother notices it first, how everyone seems to listen to Peter. Not because he is the eldest, but because they respect him. She hears them talking of 'Narnia' and deduces that something happened to them while they were away. But she can't put her finger on what. She has no idea what an 'Aslan' is, but she doesn't question them. She misses her children. They are there in their home, but they aren't. There's always a faraway look in their eye as if they are remembering.

When they eat, no one picks up a fork until Peter starts. It confuses their father. Leaving the table, Peter stands, then Ed. The boys take their sisters' hands and lead them from the table before coming to help with the cleaning. She notices the way they walk. Peter is always first, Susan next to him, then Edmund and Lucy. They walk with regality, Peter and Ed with straight backs as the girls take their arms.

They are out on the town, when their father notices it. The children stopped in front of a jewelry store; something had caught their eye. Without saying anything, Peter opens the door, and his siblings walk through before he does. It is a set of lapel pins they saw first. A Lion. He hears them all say "Aslan" before Peter pulls out his wallet. From that day on, he always notices a Lion somewhere on their person. Peter with a ring, Susan with a necklace, Ed with a pocket watch and Lucy with a bracelet. But all wear their pins when he sends them to school.

Peter often forgets that he is not to speak before his father, but one look from Lucy quells his anger. His father calls him "boy" and it takes everything in him not to correct him. He is High King.

He begins working when he turns fourteen. He tires of asking his father for things only to be dismissed of "silly childish things". All he asked for was a sword. When he saves enough money, he buys his sword, and Susan an archery set. Susan notices the tension between Peter and their father.

Edmund asked for a chess set and his mother obliged. He often plays with Lucy, resulting in a stalemate. The only person to ever have beaten him, was Susan.

Lucy is the one their parents notice the most change in. No longer is she a nine year old, but she talks as if she is older. Using words even they don't know the meaning of. She speaks of this Aslan the most. Their parents realize that "Aslan" is the name of the Lion they brandish when they hear various exclamations of "Aslan's Mane!" or "By the Lion!"

They return to their school, Whitmore Boarding School. Many people notice a change in them. Mostly their teachers. Peter commands respect, Susan is positively regal, Edmund has a silver tongue, and Lucy is more peculiar than strange.

On the first day of term, a professor addresses Peter as "Boy" amongst other professors and in front of his brother and sisters. Peter cannot help himself. He tells him to address him with respect; to call on him as "Sir", and he will receive the same respect in turn. He will never answer to "Boy" again. It takes all his restraint to not say "King".

The Professor never did ask him the question he had called on him for.

It almost infuriates their teachers, but they realize that they aren't arrogant, just way too mature for their ages.

Another problem arises when Lucy refuses to wear the school appointed skirts. She prefers pants, or dresses. Never skirts. The headmaster nearly calls their parents when her siblings storm into his office. Peter demands to know why Lucy is being punished for wearing clothes, and why he did not send for him. The headmaster explains that he is not her father and Peter rebuffs him by explaining that his father has put him in charge of his siblings if any problems arose. He reminds him of the letter sent to him explaining such matters. Edmund pulls out the handbook and explains to the headmaster that the rules do not say that girls are not allowed to wear pants. The headmaster calmly explains that the list of supplies sent to them specified black, tan or grey skirts for girls, and black, tan or grey pants for boys. Edmund then points out that the rules do not forbid girls from wearing pants or boys from wearing skirts or dresses. He then calmly suggests that he drop the matter or Lucy will spend the term walking around school without bottoms, as the rules do not forbid that either. Citing that they were told they had to purchase the uniforms, but the rules do not explicitly say they had to wear them. The headmaster does not know if he is annoyed or impressed at the loopholes Edmund finds. He drops the matter, and it is never addressed again.

All the Pevensie’s take up a sport or two. All of them take up fencing, aside from Susan. She took up archery. Peter and Lucy take up swimming. Edmund joins the debate and chess teams. And Susan and Lucy both excel in ballroom dance. Susan doesn’t even try out for the archery team. She’s just in the courtyard watching the team practice with Ed and criticizes their technique. The captain of the team overhears her and challenges her to do better. She smiles at the boy, saying she does not want to embarrass them. They laugh and vaguely insult her intelligence and Susan just looks at her younger brother and he smirks. He stands and holds out his hand, addressing her as “my Lady”. The team laughs and Susan takes the captain’s bow, gets a feel for the weight, and then requests a full quiver. Ed stands to the side and comments, “You asked for it.” She hits the bullseye on every target. The captain has the audacity to say, “lucky shot” So Susan shrugs. There’s a target that’s moving and she nocks another bow and hits the bullseye without even looking. She then hands the captain back his bow and walks away with Ed. She finds the captain’s pin on her desk the next morning.

The rumor goes around that Peter prefers to be called “Sir”. While he’s sitting in the courtyard with his siblings, a group of older boys walk up to him, one calling him “Sir Peter” in a mocking voice. Peter puts down his book and calmly answers with “yes sir.” He stands to look the boy in the eye, and as the boys spout insults. Susan can see that Peter and Ed are getting angry, so she stands between Peter and the boys, placing her hand on his chest and tells him to walk away. It isn’t until one of the boys pushes Susan away that Peter loses his temper. Edmund catches her before she hits the ground. The biggest boy grabs Peter’s collar and immediately regrets it as his shoulder promptly leaves its socket. The other boys come at him, and he side steps. All four of them are on the ground with various injuries and Peter didn’t throw a single punch. He received detention and attended with pride. No one ever touched Susan again.

The professors are surprised when the Pevensies join the student council and the school seems to run better than it has in its history. Edmund works mostly behind the scenes, but people usually come to him or Susan with their problems. They think Peter is scary, but Ed reminds them that they voted him in as the head of the council. He tells them to actually talk to him, he’s not as stoic as he seems.

The adults notice that the Pevensies do not dress as children usually do during their off hours. Instead of t-shirts and shorts and hoodies, the boys are always in slacks and a pressed shirt, sometimes with a tie. Susan enjoys sun dresses and flowy skirts and blouses. Lucy is always wearing boots and pants with a loose shirt. She is not like any of the other girls they’ve taught.

They have all grown taller in the three years they’ve attended the school after the war. With Peter now seventeen, standing at six foot three. Susan is fifteen and almost as tall as Ed at five foot eight. Edmund has always been tall and skinny for his age, but now at fourteen, he stands at five foot ten. Lucy is the one who has grown most noticeably, at thirteen she stands at five foot six.

Peter writes to his father, asking for money for when they go to the shops on the weekends. He receives a reply, saying he ought not ask for silly things. He learns that he can open an account at the local bank. He never asks his father for anything ever again. Even after he left school, anything his siblings wanted, he provided for them.

Lucy asked Peter why he refuses to write to their father. Peter looks at her and, in all seriousness, he replies “he treats me like a boy”. She then goes to Susan, and she tells her that she suspects their father is jealous that someone taught Peter and Edmund to be better men before he could.

During a weekend outing, the school chaperones notice Edmund and Lucy sitting at a table playing chess. He watches as Susan and Peter are perusing the shops. But instead of buying games and toys and candies, they are in a bookstore. Peter comes out carrying Susan’s books and they join Ed and Lucy at the table. Susan cracks open a book and Peter lights his pipe. They don’t know where he got it, but no one dares take it from him. When Lucy and Ed came to yet another stalemate, Susan put her book away and took Lucy to a dress shop. Peter put away his pipe and followed. Ed just reset the chess board. They are indeed more grown up than they seem.

A few girls pluck up the courage to ask Peter to be their date to the ball, but he tells them that he is already spoken for. No one is surprised when it is Susan on his arm at the dance. Yet, no one expects it when Lucy and Edmund join the two on the dance floor and dance the waltz as if they’ve been doing it for far longer than they’ve been alive. They are surprised, however, when Peter and Edmund extend their hands to their teachers to dance the cotillion. They are accepted.

Many professors have gotten used to Peter watching the courtyard during class. But no one could have prepared themselves for Peter suddenly standing and letting out what sounded like a growl before speeding out of the classroom. Many people knew the look in his eye and followed him to the courtyard where Lucy was. There was a new student in Lucy’s year. He hadn’t learned the rules of the school, or proper etiquette for that matter. Lucy had started to be more like Susan. Gentler. Lucy opted not to fight when she could avoid it. Sometimes she couldn’t avoid it. This boy had tried to touch her inappropriately and got punched in the stomach. But he was bigger than Lucy and had backed her against a tree. He didn’t get much further as he was pulled off her and a fist met his face. But this one was bigger. Stronger. He was then pulled by his collar and lifted against the wall by the absolute beast of a man he had never seen before. No one had seen him before. All he heard was “Peter” before he was dropped. His knees gave out and he looked up from the ground to see Peter standing before him, chest heaving. “Apologize.” Came the low growl. There was a small, slender hand on his chest. He supposed that was all that was keeping him from probably dying. He thanked every god he could think of. He was then heaved from the ground by his blazer and made to look Lucy in the face. This hand was different, but the fury was the same. “I believe there is something you need to say.” Came Edmunds voice.

“I’m sorry.” He said, terrified. Lucy just looked back and said, “I supposed you will learn to keep your hands to yourself.” Before Edmund let him go. Peter was still growling. He got off too easy in his book. None of the teachers said anything, noticing how the one hand from Susan kept Peter at bay, they kept that information in their proverbial back pockets. That boy never touched anyone again.

For fear of the beast that was the Pevensie siblings.

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insidemyhead5467 · 2 years ago

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Dumbass Question

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: out of boredom you ask Shuri what she considers to be quite an idiotic question.

"Are you cheating on me?" You ask walking down the lab stairs Shuri turns her bright eyes to you. Riri glances at you both before slowly walking up the lab stairs "and that's my cue that's my cue"

Shuri looks at you as if you're crazy "I'm sorry...am I cheating on YOU?" She asks to make sure she heard the words right the first time you nod she blinks a couple of times as if it will help register your words in her mind. "Have you seen yourself? Seriously why would I cheat on you? I'd have to seriously not be in the right mind...you cook for me come and visit me while I'm working and never complain even though I'm always busy you just enjoy the time that we are allowed together. Have you been smoking with Riri or something? Must have thinking crazy thoughts like that I should flick you in your head" you laugh and hug her she looks down at you still confused "would you cheat on me if someone prettier approached you?" She has had enough and slaps the back of your head causing you to wince "what was that for?" She laughs "stupid question number two you got a third?" You look at her and think for a moment she waits prepared to hit you in the head again. "That's what I thought coming in here with stupid thoughts this is a lab not American news" she shakes her head and rubs your shoulder "now move over a bit so I can see if these results match the last ones I just collected." She continues mumbling disbeliefs to herself as you kiss her cheek and walk back up the lab stairs you and Riri catch each other's eyes before bursting into laughter. "I told you not to ask her that dumbass question"

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insidemyhead5467 · 2 years ago

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can you pls write more sel x reader pls??? ❤️ I loved the original one you made and I am cravinggggggg more content

Of course! I'll link it on this post and I'll make some Blookmark themed ones once I finish reading the book :D

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insidemyhead5467 · 2 years ago

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Dumbass Question

Shuri x FEM reader

Summary: out of boredom you ask Shuri what she considers to be quite an idiotic question.

"Are you cheating on me?" You ask walking down the lab stairs Shuri turns her bright eyes to you. Riri glances at you both before slowly walking up the lab stairs "and that's my cue that's my cue"

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insidemyhead5467 · 2 years ago

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I got a few requests to do more Sel content so here's some more random hcs.

Protective boi

Anyone threaten him or treat you any less than with upmost respect he will threaten them in return. no one treats his Cariad like that

He most definitely calls you Cariad

Things between you and Bree are a little tense since she's been crushing on Sel since she's been with Nick (even if she doesn't want to admit it)

If you want, he's willing to teach you Welsh

Not usually a patient teacher but he is with you

He probably finds new things to teach you just for the sake of spending time with you

You listening to him vent about Nick and Bree and their recklessness

Lots of cuddles after

You see both sides of the story but make sure that Sel knows that you're on his side

He doesn't want to admit it but he's insecure that one day you'll leave him for someone else

If you get hurt in a battle so help him god he will blame himself

"But I'm your BOYFRIEND I'm supposed to protect you!"

Won't leave your side until you're better (which isn't that long because of Will's amazing healing skills)

Most protective and cautious boyfriend ever but he just can't bare the thought of losing you

#selwyn kane #legendborn #tracy dion #selwyn kane x reader #selwyn kane headcanons

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insidemyhead5467 · 2 years ago

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Isabela Madrigal, Heights and Vine Symbolism

Before “What Else Can I Do?”, Isabela is repeatedly positioned higher than Mirabel. She appears on the landing when they’re preparing the birthday party in a dramatic entrance and later rolls her eyes at Mirabel’s claims of the cracks on the landing, while Mirabel is on the ground floor both instances. During the argument she stands tall over Mirabel, who she has dragged flat on the floor. Heck, her bed is even on a raised platform with stairs leading up to it.

This shows the imbalances between them of others and especially Alma’s regard, apparent privilege and implicitly inherent worth. Everyone looks up to Isabela… and she looks down her nose at Mirabel. We sympathize more with Mirabel in these scenes, her feeling to herself and us not just a helpless victim of her sister’s pride, but more reasonable and, well, down-to-earth.

Flowering vine swings in particular symbolize this idea. Her bed as seen there is attached to vines strong enough to lift and swing it. Based on how she lowers it when Mirabel first enters her room, I infer she pulls it up into the enclosing curtains (said by the creative team to represent how she feels trapped) to retreat even further from the world when she’s upset, hiding her messy, ‘bad’ negative emotions out of anyone’s sight and earshot. Besides the bed being a big swing, she’s suspended from vines in the “Did somebody say flowers?” moment; in “We Don’t Talk About Bruno” complete with a spotlight, her vision seemingly the sole desirable one foretelling happiness and prosperity; and in promotional art designed to effectively present her pre-story character, suggesting it’s in-universe a thing she does often and is known for. Her trademark as “Señorita Perfecta Isabela”.

This demonstrates her skill, strength and precision with her gift, and does a lot to serve her perfect image - and Mirabel’s perception that she’s spoiled and has had everything handed to her. It’s an efficient method of transportation that no ordinary person could use. A glamorous, elevated vehicle reserved for a specific individual and allowing them to sit connotes privilege and superiority, like litters. Her being seated, the vines descending from somewhere unseen rather than us watching her grow them from scratch, their smooth, fluid movements and her not visibly exerting herself in the slightest make her command look totally effortless. It’s easy to forget she’s controlling the vines at all instead of getting (more) cosmic help. And look at her gorgeous hair and dress as they swish and flow with the elegant motion! Look at the flowers she didn’t need to add, but did, because all that she touches is beautiful to behold! Lovely Isabela, an angel deigning to visit Earth from the heavens. Perfect Isabela, too good to take the stairs like a normal person. What a vain fucking showoff.

In the early part of “WECID” when Mirabel isn’t actively listening to her, she uses vines again. Yet it feels different. She sits on another swing to travel to the location of the verse where she explicitly describes the monotony, oppressiveness and exhaustion of growing identical perfect flowers and always keeping up this shallow facade. “I grow rows and rows of roses/Fleur de mayo, by the mile/I make perfect, practiced poses” - oh. It does take effort. It takes energy and time and thought, enough to leave her drained of enthusiasm for life itself. She’s been silently giving her whole self away all these years. Furthering the revelation that using her gift is taxing, actually, she then manipulates the vines to swing her bed not ‘effortlessly’ through her magic but with her arms and weight. The movement is a defiant, forceful pull, as if straining against restraints or alternatively seizing her personal autonomy. The only time we’ve seen force anything like that from her before is…

emphatically ripping a flower off her own vine while ranting about how the arranged proposal she was going to accept, her ultimate sacrifice in the name of her family, has been ruined.

Now you realize: to Mirabel, the vine swings’ symbolism is that Isabela is better than her. To Isabela, they’re puppet strings. She doesn’t look in control of them because she isn’t in control of her life, merely a pretty doll Alma moves around, forced to be passively pulled wherever the supposed needs of “the family” call her. A precarious position she must constantly work to keep her balance in, lest she unforgivably, irrevocably fall from grace. She literally uses vines as a barrier between her and Mirabel. To try to remove the ‘imperfection’ of Mirabel from her room. They are tools of division, restriction and imposing your will on someone else.

But during “What Else Can I Do?” she thinks of ascension and heights positively. She wants to “climb”, to “rise” right “through the roof, to the skies”, and reflects this with her rising on a growing palm tree and going up to the roof, jumping and riding plants higher than she’d ever been before. What changes?

Instead of hanging, she’s standing on her own two feet. On the foundations of her family home and plants she constructs for herself. When she does swing from vines, like when leaping off the roof and later racing to save the candle, she grips them unsupported Tarzan-style, much more active and independent-looking. She even rides on thicker, sturdier moving vines! Initially she leaves Mirabel behind to climb after her, Isabela caught up in the rush of discovering and experimenting with freedom of expression and Mirabel still seeing her as a means to the end of protecting the miracle and family (hey, like Alma does… it’s as if they’re foils or something!), but by the bridge they’re both on top of the palm tree.

They’re both on top of the palm tree because Isabela actively helps Mirabel up. She wants to share her real self with her, for her to be part of this. This is the moment when she directly addresses Mirabel and asks for her opinion and thoughts: doesn’t she want freedom and authenticity too? Mirabel is inspired to really listen to her sister, reevaluate her assumptions about her and process the new side of her she’s seeing. Her conclusion - “All I know are the blossoms you grow/But it’s awesome to see how you rise” - is that she likes, loves, even admires the true Isabela and wants to understand her and see more of her, probably wishing they’d had this conversation sooner. She chooses to embrace and support her. Isabela sinks to her knees and Mirabel in reponse sits down next to her, so their standing height difference is totally eliminated.

They finally see eye to eye. They rise together.

After that, they stay on the same level throughout the rest of the song and movie.

The toxic imbalances of power, autonomy and ‘value’ are gone. They’re equals and respect each other accordingly. At the end of the song, Isabela lets herself fall into a cushioning pile of her new, vibrant flowers, safe in the knowledge she can catch herself.

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insidemyhead5467 · 3 years ago

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imagine badass lucy whose reflexes and aim are as sharp as the very blade she was bestowed to fight with.

one time, she and edmund had walked away from a negotiation. there were no hard feelings as far as either were aware; the nobles, although disappointed, seemed understanding enough. however, just as they were preparing to leave the city, an assassin (no doubt hired by one of these nobles) flicked out a switchblade and hurled it at her.

the startled gasps from behind were the first indicator to the valiant queen, the whistle of the blade her second. instinctively, she pushed herself and edmund to the side, pivoted on her left foot, and while turning around, caught the projectile by the hilt with one hand. such a sequence of steps left her face to face with the killer, who wavered under her fiery gaze. he clearly hadn't considered such an outcome. with a shudder, he stumbled backwards before making a break for it.

"whoever this assassin is," lucy mused, "he's not really good at his job."

to her relief, the civilians gave him a wide berth, which in turn allowed a passageway for her dagger. she took a few skips before applying force to her arm.

"it's like throwing a javelin," she noted to herself, except with something lighter and more compact. not to mention it would spin. the train of thought lead her to think of peter, who once offered to teach her the physics behind knife throwing. there was momentum to consider, a little bit of projectile motion, and whatnot. lucy smiled.

it was mathematical to him. it was natural to her.

with a calculated flick, queen lucy pinned the assassin to a spice seller's stall, the fabric of his sleeve stuck between the knife and the wooden rod. bullseye! a burst of glee surged through the young girl; she couldn't wait to tell susan all about this trip. susan would definitely be proud.

the assassin tried all his might to tear the dagger off, but when he heard edmund's booming call for the guards and the sound of boots against soil, he knew he wouldn't be escaping from here anytime soon.

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insidemyhead5467 · 3 years ago

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GENERAL MASTERLIST

see also: AESPA ✦ IVE ✦ KEP1ER ✦ STAYC || ENHYPEN ✦ THE BOYZ ✦ TXT

THEIR GF POUTING WHEN BEING FOCUSED

MEETING THEIR GF’S EX

THEIR SO‘S PET NOT LIKING THEM

MEETING THEIR S/O‘S FAMILY

THEIR CRUSH CONFESSING

THEIR S/O DANCING TO OR SINGING THEIR SONG

THEIR S/O FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM

THEIR ACTOR!S/O HAVING A KISSING SCENE

FALLING IN LOVE WITH MEMBER’S BEST FRIEND ( FRIEND!S/O)

GETTING A BUNCH OF FLOWERS

IDOL!S/O WRITES A SONG ABOUT THEM

THEIR S/O BEING SHORTER THAN THEM

ITZY AS MOMS

HICKEY PRANK

THEIR S/O BEING TALLER THAN THEM

GAMER!S/O YELLING AT THEIR MATES IN-GAME

DISPATCH LEAKING PICTURES OF IDOL!S/O WITH SOMEONE ELSE

S/O BEING ONE OF THEIR NEW MANAGERS

TELLING THE MEMBERS THEY‘RE DATING

SEEING CRUSH GOING THROUGH A BREAK-UP

ITZY AS OLDER SISTERS

BESTIE!S/O COMING OUT

SURPRISING STREAMER!S/O WHILE BEING LIVE

SEEING THEIR S/O WITHOUT MAKE-UP/GLASSES

S/O NUZZLING INTO THEIR NECK WHEN SHY

LEAVING A HICKEY ON THEM AND MEMBERS SEE IT

GETTING MATCHING TATTOOES WITH S/O

S/O GETTING PROMISE RINGS

FEM!S/O BEING ON HER PERIOD

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insidemyhead5467 · 3 years ago

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Hi hello you asked for reauests so here! (Hope its a good one lol)

Bruno x reader headcanons where they scratch subconciously? It happens a lot and they dont notice so at the end of every day reader's hands, arms, and neck hurt? They scratch harder and deeper when they're feeling upset or frustrated??

A/N: Hi there anon! I do that too, as a stim !!! It‘s really rough and bad :((. I hope you’re doing fine, and enjoy!

Warnings/genre: Scratching on skin, minor injuries, self harm (?), hurt/comfort, gender neutral!reader

Bruno x reader who scratches subconsciously Headcanons

• Once he first noticed you were scratching yourself a lot lately, he was just thinking you had sore or dry skin

• But when it got worse, he started to get worried and ask questions

• When you told him it’s a habit, and happens ever so often whenever you’re feeling down or nervous, he feels so bad!

• He really wants to help, and always keeps an eye on you

• He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself you know? He loves you a lot

• Whenever he’s with you, he watches over every surroundings just incase there’s something that might upset you

• If people asks questions, he says it’s just allergies or something like that

• If you don’t notice yourself scratching, he’ll tell you and ask what’s wrong

• He’d distract you with his rats! He’ll even come up with a better coping mechanism for you to maybe practice doing that instead of hurting yourself, if you’d like

• He gets really sad when he sees you hurt yourself, he’s always there to comfort you, even though he might not be the best. He’s a great listener!

• He’ll ask Julieta to heal you with food, and would sometimes sneak it in too

• He’s a total sweetheart about it, and tries everything to help you stop scratching so hard on yourself!

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insidemyhead5467 · 3 years ago

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98. Sandy Chillaxing on his island for @rotgsecretsanta

A moment’s quiet rest under the watchful gaze of the moon, for the one who gives us sleep.

(Sorry I can’t draw sand dunes for shit)

#sandman

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insidemyhead5467 · 3 years ago

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just thinking of kate bishop in that black suit still

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Bruno Madrigal x reader headcanons for Bruno dealing with the fact that his s/o is still upset with him for hiding in the walls for a whole decade and how he would try to make it up to them, please!

bruno madrigal headcanon

I've had so many ideas for this already, so let's go!

Pairing: romantic, relationship established

Reader's gender: not established, gender neutral and they/them

Warnings: mentions of neglect (i mean, the dude left for 10 years?), some angst but ends with fluff

I’m not so sure how I feel about this one. I tried my best though, so here you go! thank you so much for requesting and I hope you’ll like it!

Gif credit: @theimaginariemuse

okay first things first; Bruno felt abso-fucking-lutely miserable while being away from you. There wasn’t a day he didn’t struggle against the will to leave the walls just for you. However, he had to think about his family and forced himself to stay strong.

He’d see you, walking around Casita. Especially during the first few years, he saw you sulk around in constant worry and sadness. Though, those feelings slowly turned to worry, sadness and slight anger. How dared he leave? How dared he not say a word, to not tell you anything?

However, you never stop loving Bruno; always missing him dearly. The looks of pity his family sends you annoy you: they quite literally don’t talk about Bruno, ever!, but they are going to act sympathetic towards you?

Not gonna lie, Bruno would totally have a picture of the two of you in his little room. Oh and he would tell his rats about you! :<

Sometimes you go in his room (when no one is looking), just to sit in the sand.

Mirabel shows you the broken prophecy, soon as she finds it. She thinks that you’d want to help her.

You don’t, you tell her to not give you false hope.

Luckily, Mirabel was right.

When Mirabel reveals that she has found Bruno, you don’t believe your eyes. You have to make sure you aren’t hallucinating, because the man who you loved oh-so-dearly was back after disappearing for 10 years. In the heat of the moment you run to him, embracing his lanky figure as all pent up emotions come out of the both of you.

Like, you guys would just sob into each other’s arms. You’ll kiss all over his face while the family is just kinda- there?

You’ll thank Mirabel a billion times over and apologise for your behaviour towards her.

Eventually you calm down and slap his face. Like, come on. Your s/o left out of the blue for YEARS, kind of deserved tbh-

“10 years?” you’d ask, a tremble in your voice as your tears became ones of sadness and anger, “for 10 years you just- you left! I didn’t get a word from you!”

he’ll explain to you how he thought it was in everyone’s best interest. He’ll tell you everything that has happened.

And you understand it, really. You just didn’t understand how he couldn’t say anything to you! That he couldn’t let you know that he at least was okay.

“Where did you go?” you ask him.

As soon as he admits he’s been in the walls this entire time, you just get so overwhelmed by emotions.

“You were in the house this entire time? You just- You-” You let out an exaggerated sigh of disbelief, “You watched me cry for you! You heard me scream for you! I was searching for you whilst you were playing parkour in the walls!” tears of frustration and confusion were rolling down your cheeks. Your eyebrows drew together as you whispered: “All this time I’ve searched for you, the time I grieved, you were so close.”

Bruno stands there, his hands fiddling with the bottom of his poncho. Maybe you bought him that poncho, before everything, and that’s the reason he still wears that old thing. I don’t know, but it could be cute!

He just looks at you in shame, not knowing what to say or do. He has nothing to defend himself; you had every right to be as mad with him as you were.

“If Mirabel hadn’t found you, you would’ve stayed inside those walls for longer?”

Silence

“I-I need some time.”

And time you took.

Bruno would do his best to try and talk to you, but you avoid him. Too upset to talk to him at all.

He’ll give you small gifts, flowers and leave you notes.

You didn’t always read them, though.

That might sound like an asshole move, but imagine the anger you feel if he just left for 10 years??

After a couple weeks Mirabel comes to your room and talks to you.

She’ll basically explain everything and beg you to give her tío a second chance, leaving you with a lot to think over.

After a few more days you go looking for Bruno.

You find him sitting by the river and quietly go to sit down next to him. Bruno’s eyes grow wide as he looks at you, opening his mouth to speak.

However you don’t let him, “Let me talk, for a minute.”

“Although I am very much upset with you, Bruno, I have spent 10 years looking for you. I spent 10 years missing you. While I’m still mad, I don’t plan to waste any more time without you in my life.” you look at him, at his hopeful gaze, “It’s been 10 years, so we can’t just go from where we left off, but I’m ready to try again with you. To forgive you.”

At your words Bruno just starts crying, he hugs you. His fingers clutching on the fabric of your shirt, “I’m so sorry, mi amor. I don’t wish to ever hurt you like that again!” He’ll ramble on and on about how much he missed you and how sorry he felt.

Now, afterwards.

He will rarely leave your side, not without telling you where he’s going.

Obviously you asked this of him, in the beginning needing reassurance he’d stay.

But even as time goes on and you know he won’t go away again, he keeps this a habit.

He’ll introduce you to his rats.

Bruno is very set on spending (quality) time with you. He will take walks with you around town, swim with you in the river, play games; anything.

This man does everything in his power to regain and earn your trust.

He’ll make you food.

Well, he’ll try at least.

And when you eventually move back into his tower and his bed, he’ll make sure to hold you close every night.

You’ll pepper his face with kisses, having missed the way it got him all flustered.

He’s very proud about having you, too.

Long story short, you two leave happily ever after.

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insidemyhead5467 · 4 years ago

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I feel like I'm reblogging too much Yelena content but I can't help it haha she's just so *chefs kiss*

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Eventually

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader

Summary: In the wake of Yelena finding out about her sister's death, you are there to help pick up the pieces

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of Natasha and Tony's deaths, Yelena has a LOT of trauma, lots of crying, very brief mentions of a gun, talks about death and grief

a/n: this is a pretty heavy one, I did kind of cry writing it

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"Lena, I'm home!" You kick the door closed with your foot as you balance the paper bags full of groceries in your arms. Your brows furrow together when the normal welcome home greeting, you're used to getting, doesn't come. Maybe she went out... and left the tv on? You walk into the kitchen to dump your bags on the counter and you shrug off your jacket, leaving it draped over one of the dining chairs. Then you move toward the faint sound of the tv in the living room, there you find Yelena standing frozen in the middle of the room. She's clutching the remote to her chest as her mouth hangs open and she stares at the tv with glassy eyes.

"Yelena?" panic washes over you at seeing your normally well put together, strong girlfriend almost in tears. Quickly, you cross the room to stand in front of her, hands immediately rubbing the top of her arms as some form of comfort, "What's happened?"

Her sad eyes lock with yours and it's as if she's knocked out of a trance because every emotion washes over her at once. Then before you know it she's full-on sobbing, your eyes go wide as she sinks into your body. Her legs give out and slowly you lower the both of you to the ground and you hold her tight against your chest. You're so unsure of what to do, Yelena has never knowingly cried in front of you before. Only on a few occasions have you heard quiet sniffles in the middle of the night when you're both wrapped up in bed.

Her cries sound painful as they rip through her chest and you're sure this is one of those moments that will stay with you forever. Yelena grips tightly onto the front of your jumper, her muffled scream rings in your ears.

In a press release earlier today CEO of Stark Industries Pepper Potts confirmed the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff.

Your head snaps around toward the tv upon hearing the names roll off the news anchors tongue. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears as you shockingly watch pictures of the fallen Avengers appear on the screen.

Yelena always spoke so highly of her sister after they had reconnected, it truly warmed your heart at how close they had become. You however had only recently grown closer to Natasha, her wary nature and busy schedule had made it difficult to meet her in the first place but now after The Snap, the sisters spent any free moment together, grateful to still have the other. The last five years hadn't been kind but at least Yelena had you - and Natasha.

The pair supposedly sacrificed their lives in the battle against Thanos. Though some details surrounding their deaths are still unknown, Ms. Potts made it clear that the pair should be remembered for the good they achieved as members of the Avengers.

Yelena's sobs come back to the foreground and you turn your focus back to her. Your hand rubs against her back as she continues to loudly cry. Your heart begins to break as you realise you can do nothing to take away her pain. She'd only just got her sister back after years of torment and now she'd lost her all over again in the worst way possible.

The news continues to play as a constant reminder that Yelena and her sister had been torn apart yet again. You try to fumble for the remote that Yelena had dropped when she'd started to break down. You stretch your arm out as far as possible, just managing to pull the remote closer to you. Finally, you manage to turn the screen off and Yelena's cries sound even louder now there's no interfering noise.

You urge your brain to say anything but you keep coming up blank, the only thing circling in your mind is Nat's dead. You'd just seen her last week, she'd come over to your apartment for your weekly dinner and a movie night. The three of you had laughed and made fun of the cheesy rom-com you had picked. Then you'd all ate so much that you fell asleep on the couch and woke up with pains in your necks from the awkward sleeping positions.

Your own heart aches the more you think about it and you can't begin to imagine the amount of pain Yelena feels at that moment. In your effort to think of anything other than Natasha you don't hear Yelena's sobs suddenly stop. Then in a second she's on her feet and marching away from you. You look at the doorway she'd just stormed out of with wide eyes, then you're scrambling to your feet to follow her.

"Lena, what are you doing?" You follow her into your shared bedroom and see her pulling a duffel bag from under the bed, dumping it on top of the bedspread and turning to her chest of drawers. She pulls out clothes before stuffing them into the bag and then she moves toward the wardrobe, rummaging around until she pulls out a handgun. She acts as if she hasn't noticed you standing in the room when she moves past you to go to the bathroom but you jump in front of her before she can enter the room. You try to plead with her, "Yelena, talk to me."

She looks angry. Her cheeks are flushed and there's still wet tear trails all over her face but her eyebrows are knitted together and her chest is heaving.

"I'm going to kill them." She moves around you, roughly bumping your shoulder on the way and knocking you back a little.

"Kill who?" You follow her into the bathroom, full of worry because you've never seen her act this way. Your Yelena is soft and squishy, she always makes you laugh but this Yelena is hard and cold, she cares only for her mission.

"Them! That sad excuse of a family that let my sister die!" You flinch at the harsh tone, "she did everything for them and they let her die! My sister is dead!" Her entire body is shaking with anger now and there's a moment of stunned silence before her breathing becomes uneven and her eyes start to water again.

Before her legs give out again, you catch her, your arms enveloping her in a tight hug as she angrily thumps her fists against your chest. It doesn't hurt but you hope it gives her some relief from the overwhelming anger she feels. Her sobs bounce around in the small bathroom, creating an echo of cries.

"I'm sorry," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. Your hand strokes her head as you hold her up, "I'm so sorry, Lena."

"My sister's dead," the cry is muffled against your jumper again but that doesn't stop it from piercing your heart.

"I know, I'm sorry." It's the only thing you can think to say. What do you say to your former assassin girlfriend whose crime-fighting, world-saving sister just died trying to fight some purple space alien? There's not exactly a handbook.

“Stop saying you’re sorry,” her head lifts so you can see her teary eyes. You stop yourself before you stupidly say it again, your mouth opening for a second before closing. Yelena sighs deeply before she pulls away from you, gently walking past you this time. You quietly follow her as she enters the bedroom again, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at her hands. Uncertain as to whether she wants you close or not, you stand awkwardly in the middle of the room and wait. Uncertainty seems to be clouding your mind, not sure how to make the situation better, not sure what to say to make her feel better.

"She deserved better," Yelena wipes the end of her nose with the back of her hand and instinctively you grab a tissue from the bathroom and hold it out toward her. Yelena's head lifts for a second and the smallest smile spreads on her sad face as she takes the tissue. This time you decide to sit next to her on the bed, making sure to leave some space between your bodies.

"She always deserved better," she sniffles again, wiping her nose with the tissue before continuing, "I know we weren't real sisters but she was the only family I'd ever known. And I-I," more slow tears roll down her face as she gets worked up again, "I miss her already."

The second Yelena looks up at you and says those few words you finally start to feel the prickle of tears in your own eyes, you'd be so concerned for your girlfriend that you'd forgotten that Natasha was your friend too.

"I miss her too," your lip quivers and tears start streaming as Yelena reaches her hands out to grab your shoulders and tug you in for a tight hug. You hold each other for a long time, both crying and heartbroken for your fallen friend which after a while turns into teary laughing as you remind each other of good memories. Like the time Nat had unexpectedly fallen asleep during one of your movie nights and both you and Yelena decided to play a little game of human buckaroo.

Piling anything from pillows and blankets to mugs and bottles. You both laughed as Yelena reminded you of the way Natasha had woken up as you were placing a mug in her hand and it ended up flying across the room, smashing into millions of pieces. She'd given you both a stern talking to after that and she watched as you both cleaned it up.

Yelena even shared a broken memory from her childhood with Natasha, smiling fondly as she showed you the upside-down stance they used to do as children. You were both giggling on the floor as you attempted to copy her before falling on your back, Yelena laughed as she flipped back over to cradle your head in her hands. Her smile slowly faded as her eyes watered again, your hands moved up to hold hers that were resting on your cheeks.

"It'll be okay," you faintly squeeze her hands while giving her a gentle smile, "not right now but eventually." She pushes out some air, in what was almost a laugh and she gives you a tight smile.

You know this isn't going to be easy, it's going to be one of the hardest things Yelena has ever experienced - and that's saying something considering all she's been through. Immediately upon seeing Yelena's sad upsidedown face looking down at you as she holds your head, you make a promise to yourself. A promise that you'd stay, you'd be there for her no matter what, that you'd hold onto each other throughout this painful grief. Then maybe, just maybe, eventually you would both be okay.

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insidemyhead5467 · 4 years ago

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no braincells

a/n: heres day 6 of the 12 Days of Fluffmas! Make sure to go check out @hopingforromanoff for the master list and the fic from yesterday!

Word Count: 819

Warnings: none

Pairing: Yelena x Reader

There was something about that holidays that was just… miserable. You weren’t ever going to tell anyone that because Yelena was obsessed with the American Christmas experience, but you wanted it to end. Bouncing back and forth between families, buying people’s presents, the stress of being around family for such long periods at a time. It was a bit too much.

But when Yelena looked at you and said “please,” how on earth could you possibly say no?

That was how you managed to find yourself in an apartment that looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it. Scratch that, you found yourself in your apartment that looked like Christmas had thrown up all over it. Rudolph’s were everywhere, outnumbered only by the amount of mistletoe that didn’t even hang in doorways, it was just on every available surface.

And on top of that, Fanny was wearing the ugliest Christmas outfit you had ever seen. You didn’t even know they made ugly Christmas outfits for dogs.

“We need hot chocolate,” Yelena said as she tried - and failed - to shove an ornament into a space that didn’t exist on the already suffering tree.

“We need to put that tree out of its misery,” you mumbled.

“Don’t be such a…” Yelena paused, searching for the proper response. “Who’s that grumpy man?”

“Scrooge?” You asked.

“Yes! A Scrooge!” Yelena said with a smile.

“Lena, it’s barely standing upright, have mercy,” you tried to convince her. But judging by the smile on her face, she didn’t agree.

“It can take more, and it will,” she said with a firm nod.

“I think I’ve said that to you before,” you mused, laughing to yourself when Yelena slapped you in the stomach.

“You need more holiday spirit,” Yelena complained. “I think some hot chocolate would help.”

“Okay, I’m going,” you huffed, turning away before she could see your smile.

“None of that boxed crap!” Yelena yelled. “It has to be the real stuff!”

“You don’t even know what the real stuff is!” You shouted back, but got out all the proper ingredients anyway.

You went to work making the hot chocolate, just as your beloved assassin had asked. Meanwhile, she was still torturing the poor tree by continuing to put more and more decorations on it. If you were being honest, it looked like a little kid had gotten control of the decorations for the year.

As soon as it was ready, you poured it into two mugs; one had Yelena’s face on it, one had Fanny’s. Some of the only mugs Yelena actually owned, and you were a little offended that you didn’t have your own yet.

“Get in here before it gets cold,” you shouted as you finished getting all the toppings.

“Where’s Fanny’s cup?” Yelena asked as soon as she got to the kitchen.

“Fanny can’t have hot chocolate,” you explained as you handed her the tiny marshmallows and can of whipped cream.

“I don’t think that’s very fair,” Yelena argued. “Right, Fanny?”

Fanny barked in reply, and you rolled your eyes before turning around and pulling out the doggie hot chocolate you had found a few days ago. You were about to pour it in her water bowl when Yelena gave you a look.

“I’m not pouring out my drink for her,” you said.

“Yes you are because that’s her mug,” Yelena argued. “Go get your own.”

You groaned but listened anyway, pouring your drink into a new mug before washing Fanny’s out and pouring her hot chocolate into it. Did you complain the whole time? Absolutely. But did it make Yelena smile? Of course, and that was worth it.

“Now we can drink,” Yelena said as she started to put all her toppings in her drink.

You didn’t wait, instead tipping back your mug to take a big drink. Which you regretted instantly as your tongue lost all feeling except for the stinging sensation of death. Yelena saw you floundering and grabbed the can of whipped cream and immediately sprayed it into your mouth and on the rest of your face.

“What was that for?” You asked once you had finally managed to talk again.

“You burned your tongue!” Yelena exclaimed.

“I burned my tongue so you sprayed whipped cream in my mouth?” You asked incredulously.

“What else was I supposed to do?” Yelena asked again in a panic.

You both looked at each other for only a moment before bursting out into laughter. The situation was ridiculous, and every time you both started to calm down, all it took was one look at your whipped cream covered face for Yelena to burst into laughter once again.

And as Yelena continued to laugh and turned to spray whipped cream into Fanny’s mug, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing. As long as you had your girls, you had everything you could ever want.

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Mac and Cheese

Yelena Belova X Reader

A/N: this was a request that came in from @svftpetker, I hope I did it justice. Much love for you babes! Request are still open!

Warning: mention of depression and nats death.

Word count:668

The room was dark and all I could do was stare into the darkness. Sometimes I had days were getting out of bed was harder than others and today just seemed like one of those days. The depression comes and goes in waves. The tv was on in the living room, I think Yelena was just giving me space, which I needed, but I also really wanted her. In my head I got up and went into the living room, but my body didn’t even move.

I heard a gentle knock at the door and saw the light start to creep in, “Y/N/N, you awake?” a soft voice came through the door. I rolled over to face away from the door, because there was still part of me that wanted to be alone. “Baby.. come on its getting later in the day the sun is out. Lets go for a walk or something.” She said in a more positive tone. She reached over and put her hand on my back and started rubbing it. “Is there anything I can do?”

At this point I am silently crying, I shook my head no before scooting over closer to the edge of the bed. Yelena laid down next to me and pulled me into her body, holding me close. “We don’t have to talk, we can just lay here in the dark and in silence.” She said softly as she played with my hair. She started humming ‘American Pie” to me, I let out a giggle and I could feel her smiling. “Why do you always do that?” I asked her, while snuggling closer to her. “Do what?”

“Hum ‘American Pie’ to me when I am sad.” She chuckled, “When I am sad, I sing it to myself, it reminds me of Ohio and my childhood.” I wiped my tears on her shirt sleeve. “Alexa turn on the dim lights” She called out to our Alexa speaker. The lights dimly came on and she kissed my forehead. “Pain only makes you stronger” She said while looking down at me. “My mama taught me that.” I smiled. Yelena didn’t talk about her family very often, especially after Natasha died.

I felt her start to get out of the bed, “Come on, I shall put on a movie and make us mac and cheese!” she said excitedly. I groaned the thought of getting out of the bed felt more like a chore than something fun to do. I sat up and looked at Yelena standing in the doorway. “Do I have to?” I pouted. She walked over to me and kissed me softly on the lips. “If you want more kisses, then yes.” She said, all I could do was smile not just because she kissed me, but her accent made her that much more attractive. I watched her walk out of the room, mentally preparing myself to get up.

It took me 15 minutes to finally get out of the room, Yelena was standing by our stove dancing around in her underwear stirring the mac and cheese. Yes, its her favorite meal, if you can call it a meal anyway. I walked over to the table and sat down as she handed me a bowl. “Lunch is served to my most favorite human in the world.” She said before grabbing the hot sauce and putting it all over her food.

“Lena that is so gross, why do you even do that.” I said in disgust. She shrugged, “It is good, why does it matter Y/N/N” she drew out my name longer than needed just so she could be dramatic. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Thank you.” She smiled at me. “For what?”

“For always making me feel better on my darkest days.” She reached over the table and grabbed my hand. “I will always be there to take that pain away from you.” She smiled before looking back down at her food. “I love you, Yelena.”

“I love you too Y/N”

Main Tag List: @alotofpockets , @hot4milfs , @nats-dreamland , @atlas-nex , @svftpetker

Yelena Tag List: @gigistylestomlinson , @latincrimefan ,

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Imagine Natasha and Wanda teasing Yelena about her crush on you

"Wanda I got it catch" Natasha yelled sliding into the living room, and launching a small notebook with a padlock into the air.

"Nat no" Yelena cried coming in right behind her, and tackling her older sister to the floor. But her efforts were useless her diary was floating in midair surrounded in red energy. She was in the middle of trying to pin Natasha down when Wanda interrupted.

"Oh Yelenaaaaaa" She sang lowering the diary down so it was within her grasp. "Is there something you would like to confess to before I open this."

Yelena finally turned her attention to the brunette and her eyes widened in fear. If either of them saw what she had written in the notebook. Her life would truly be over, they would never let her live it down, and you would never look at her the same again. In a matter of seconds she was scrambling to her feet to get to Wanda, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Natasha made sure to catch her little sister's arms in her bear hug constricting them to her sides. Yelena let out a grunt struggling as Nat pulled her back. "Just tell us what we want to hear and maybe we won't read it."

"This is a serious invasion of privacy guys come on" Yelena complained. Not wanting to give in to their demands especially knowing they might read her diary anyway.

"I'm your big sister it's my job to invade your privacy." Natasha told her.

"Maybe if I was twelve" the blonde shot back angrily throwing her back in attempt to headbutt the redhead.

"I'm making up for lost time" Nat leaned her head back dodging her the attack.

"It looks like you're leaving us with no choice" Wanda finally spoke up. The lock on the diary was no match for her powers, and a second later show she was flipping through the pages trying to get to the good part. Yelena let out a cry of frustration slamming her foot down on Nat's foot causing the her older sister to finally let her go. "Ow damn it Lena you're going to pay for that" she said through gritted teeth.

Yelena made a beeline for Wanda just as the brunette started to read one of her diary entries aloud. "No Wanda y/n is awake she will hear you." The blonde was within arms reach when Wanda made a simple waving motion, and the diary was sent flying back to Natasha who caught it with ease. And that is what started the game of keep away with Yelena growing more desperate with each passing second.

The most ironic thing about the whole situation was that you actually weren't awake. Usually you would be awake and moving around in the tower by this time. But the newly added responsibility of training agents on top of missions wore you out. So you were dead asleep catching up on some much needed rest. When the sound of arguing mixed in with the occasional laugh woke you from your slumber, and it was safe to say you weren't happy.

You sat up rubbing your eyes focused on identifying who did the voices belong to. It didn't take you long to figure it out Yelena was usually in some type of trouble with Natasha for pranking her, and Wanda had become one of her favorite targets recently. It seems like the two of them finally got tired of it, and teamed up to get the blonde back. But you wished they would've done it in a more quiet way. Yelena made it a habit to be mindful of your sleeping schedule when she did such things. You decided it was time to show her how much you appreciated that. Plus from the sound of everything it was only a matter of time before things escalated to a serious fight, and those were never pretty.

You disappeared in a puff of black smoke reappearing at the top of the stairs leading to the living room. The scene before you made your eyebrows raise.

Natasha and Wanda were throwing a book back and forth to each other with Yelena in the middle trying to catch it. But Nat spotted you out of the corner of her eye and switched up tactics. Once the diary was headed back to Wanda she launched herself at Yelena who had her back to her. So she didn't see the takedown coming and it took Nat about fifteen seconds to successfully pin her little sister down.

"Wan why don't you start reading now she's not going anywhere" Nat laughed.

With a smirk Wanda opened her mouth to finally reveal Yelena's most sacred secrets. But before she could get one word out a hand came out of a puff of black smoke, and snatched the diary right out of her hands. You were gone before Wanda could react, and reappeared this time beside Natasha going in low wrapping your arms around her waist. You twisted your body around pulling her off of Yelena, and laying her on the floor gently. You held out your hand to the blonde who just looked up at you in confusion.

"Come on I'm on your side" You reassured her with a smile. She took your hand letting you help her up. Her eyes flickered to her diary which you handed to her. She let out a sigh of relief clutching it to her chest looking away nervously.

Yelena wasn't sure if you had heard anything or not, and it was driving her crazy.

"No fair y/n you never ruin her fun with us" Natasha complained getting to her feet.

"Yeah she pranks us all the time" Wanda agreed crossing her arms across her chest.

"Well she doesn't disturb my sleep it when she does it." You shot back missing the way Yelena turned to you with a look of surprise realizing that you hadn't heard anything incriminating. Her secret was still safe.

"Plus I find her to be more adorable than both of you" You added with a shrug.

Both Natasha and Wanda smirked as Yelena tried to hide her blush. There would be more chances for them to get their revenge, and right now neither of them wanted to face your wrath. "Fine we're sorry and we'll leave her alone promise."

"Thank you now I'm going back to sleep." You disappeared leaving the three women alone again. Trusting them to be civil and keep the noise down.

"I'm going to get both of you back so bad" Yelena threatened.

"No way you're going to be to busy daydreaming about y/n calling you adorable." Natasha said as her little sister shoved her back onto the couch.

"And coming to your rescue I bet she's your favorite hero" Wanda chuckled dodging the pillow that was thrown at her.

"Guys be quiet she's not asleep yet please." Yelena pleaded desperately.

Once again the irony of it all was that you were indeed dead asleep again. This time your head buried under pillows to block out any and all noise.

Taglist: @wandanatvoid @yelenabelovasgf @romanoffomixam @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @xxromanoffxx

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