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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 9 months

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Babysitter (2)

Cookies And Cuteness

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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Chapter 2- W/c 3.2k

Cookies And Cuteness Ringing the bell, you waited patiently outside the Maximoff's residence for Mr Jarvis, or Vision as Wanda had told you to call him despite what he says, to answer the door and let you in from the slight chill from the wind. After a minute or so, the blonde man appeared, dressed in another suit and ready to leave.

"The boys are inside," is all he says before brushing past you, walking towards his car and climbing in without looking back at you. You ignore his lack of greeting and make your way inside to see the twins sitting at the table, grumpily slouched over their work that's on the table.

"What did the paper ever do to you, Tommy?" you tease, noticing the scowl he was giving the sheets in front of him.

"Y/n!" Both boys cheer, jumping out of their chairs and sprinting over to you at the door frame, their small bodies colliding with your legs as they hug you. "Can we go to Mars now?" Tommy looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, his brother mirroring the look making your composure almost falter. "Please?" he tries again, your heart struggling to deal with the way they were looking at you with such hopeful expressions.

"Once you finish your work," you manage to say the right thing instead of giving into them and doing as they wish. You hear a noise of complaint from Tommy and merely give him a semi-stern look to make him not argue back. You sit with them as they finish off the last few questions, Billy finishing before his brother and trying to patiently wait, his body practically buzzing with excitement.

Tommy soon completes the last question, both of their heads snapping over to you with grins on their faces. A chuckle leaves your lips at the anticipation on their faces and wonder how a game could get two boys so easily excited. The sound of your chair moving backwards has them leaping out of their seats and into the living room, you following swiftly behind.

"Pshhht, this is your captain speaking again," your hand makes the same shape as it did on Friday, a fist that was supposedly supposed to be a radio thing to talk into. "Are you ready for the Mission to Mars?"

"Yeah!" they both exclaim, standing on either side of you.

"Taking off in 5..." you let them take over the countdown once again, watching how their faces light up.

"4...3...2...1!" This time you wrap an arm around both twins, lifting them up and spinning in a circle to make them squeal with excitement and joy. You walk around the sofa with them in your arms and gently drop them onto it, their bodies bouncing on the cushions while cute giggles spill from their lips.

"Oh no," your voice feigns worry, "There's a tickle monster on Mars!" you chase the boys who scream as they rush off the sofa, running around trying to escape you. You pull Tommy back gently, trapping him with one arm while the other tickles him relentlessly. Laughter tumbles from him as his body squirms in your hold, you eventually letting him go by dropping him on the sofa again with a teasing smile. Your attention turns to Billy, whose face momentarily pales, and walk towards him, face softening. "The only way to stop the tickle monster is to hug them," you whisper, him crashing into your body to stop you from tickling him. Cuteness overloads you as he clings onto you, hugging your leg and looking up at you with a grateful smile. "Ahhhh," you fall back onto the sofa, Tommy watching next to you as Billy falls with you, "You defeated the Tickle Monster!"

The two of them start to laugh as you dramatically act dead, them poking you making you laugh as well, poking them back until you hear the sound of a belly rumble.

"Seems like defeating the Tickle monster made you hungry," you tease Billy, who shyly smiles, his brother grinning at him.

"Can we make cookies, Y/n?" Tommy questions, Billy's eyes lighting up at the idea of food, especially cookies.

"Do either of you know how to make cookies?" you sit upright, back cracking slightly as you move from the awkward position the tickle monster died in. They shake their head at you with sheepish smiles, you trying hard to remember how your father used to make them with you. "I guess we're doing it the Y/l/n style way then," standing from the chair, you make your way into the kitchen, a small 'wow' leaving your lips as you properly take in the grand room.

With the gaze of two intrigued boys on you, you search the cupboards for the ingredients you would need before placing them on the kitchen island and finding the equipment you would need.

"Have you ever helped your mom make cookies?" you ask, turning your attention from the flour bag to the twins.

"We help..." Tommy says, Billy hiding his smile behind his hands as his brother tells a half truth.

"Oh really?" they both nod their head, "What do you help with?"

"We taste the chocolate chips and make sure they're ok to put in the cookies," Billy says, his brows furrowing when he can't see any with the other ingredients you've put out. "Where's the chocolate chips?"

"I hate to break it to you but there aren't any in these cookies," their faces drop at the news but you're quick to fix it, "But you get to decorate these cookies with icing, and we can cut them into shapes." Excitement reignites in their faces, and you chuckle at how cute they are.

"So, the first thing we need to do is preheat the oven and get the trays ready," you turn the oven on to 180 degrees and grab trays to grease and line with cookie sheets, the boys focussing as they watch you prepare the basics. "Now we measure out the ingredients," you help the boys measure out the ingredients on the scales until you have 225g of unsalted butter and caster sugar in separate bowls, along with 330g of plain flour in another.

Laughter echoes around the room as flour manages to get everywhere, Tommy ripping open the bag a little too enthusiastically resulting in you being covered in flour. Neither twin tells you about the massive streak of white powder on your face, deciding it would be funny to subtly giggle when you would look at them.

"Good job," you say when they manage to get everything done, "Ok, so now we need to beat the butter and the sugar together till it's light and fluffy. Then we'll add a splodge of vanilla extract and the egg."

"How much is a splodge?" Billy asks, turning to you when it's time to add the vanilla in.

"Uhh," you say, a little embarrassed as you're not sure how to describe it. "About a teaspoon?" he looks at you blankly as he has no idea how much that is. "I'll tell you when to stop," he starts to pour it in and when you consider it enough you stop him, Tommy then adding the egg while the food mixer beats it all together. "The next step is to put all the dry ingredients together," you watch closely as Tommy holds the bowl of flour still while Billy adds two teaspoons of baking powder with your help. "Now this is the important part," you say, them looking at you with concentrated looks, "We add the flour bowl into the wet bowl, but we have to do it slowly and not put it all in at once." Carefully, you get both of them to add in the flour and baking powder, the mixture becoming a dough.

"Why are you doing that?" Tommy curiously asks as you sprinkle a little flour onto a spare baking sheet.

"Putting flour down helps stop the dough sticking to the sheet when we roll it," you explain, him nodding in understanding, "We also do this to help with that issue," your hand sprinkles a little more onto the rolling pin before handing it towards them. "Who wants to roll the dough?" Tommy decides he'll roll it with your help while Billy searches for cookie cutters.

Within a few minutes, you have all the dough cut into various shapes, some simple circles while others are in heart or star shapes, one being a weird blob as it was the excess dough that wasn't enough to fill a cutter.

"While they're in the oven, how about you two draw some designs of how you want to decorate the cookies?" Their eyes widen in excitement, especially Billy, before they rush off to grab pencil crayons and paper. You watch with a smile on your face, remembering the many times you did this with your father. While you clean up all the dishes you've used, washing and drying them in record speed and moving to grab what you need for the icing, the memory of icing sugar getting everywhere when you made it with your dad invades your thoughts, his beard covered in a white dust while he would chase you, trying to hug you and get you covered in the powder.

Around ten minutes later, the oven beeps and you take the trays out, moving them to a cooling rack and ushering the twins back to the table to continue drawing after they leaped from their seats at the timer going off. You make piping bags out of plastic wallets, hoping Wanda wouldn't mind the fact you just cut the tips off two bags for the boys to use, and fill them halfway with the icing you made.

"Ok, so you each get a few cookies to decorate," you give them each an equal amount and watch as they start to try and copy a few designs. Billy adds a few sprinkles to his in an artistic way, your lips tugging up into a smile at how happy he looks while Tommy tries to add as many as he could to get a sugar rush, you having to give him a 'sprinkle ban'. Eventually, you end up with an array of...artistic cookies? Creative cookies? You weren't sure how to describe them, all you knew was that they looked good considering the age of the twins. When you looked over them once again, your eye caught a certain cookie that Billy had made.

"This is amazing Billy," the cookie was cut into a heart shape with the white icing spread almost evenly all the way across it, sprinkles spelling out 'Mom' while also lining the edge of the cookie. His face lit up at your praise, Tommy also looking at the cookie in awe of his brother.

"Thank you, Y/n," his voice quiet as he looks up at you, "I made it for mom, I hope she likes it."

"She'll absolutely love it Billy," your hand rests on his shoulder, squeezing gently before he moves to put it on a plate. The boys place all the cookies on a large plate, you clean up the mess while they wash their hands and try a cookie each. You hear them talking about how good they are, trying to ask for another but you put your foot down and say they have to wait for their mother. "No more," you repeat when they try and give you puppy dog eyes once again, "Go and watch TV mini Maximoffs." Billy's and Tommy's eyes widen at the nickname you've given them, smiling breaking out on their faces implying they love it.

You wash the remaining bowls that were used, the sound of keys in the door catching your attention. You hear the boys call out to Wanda, excitedly telling her to follow them to the kitchen. After drying the last bowl, you turn around to face Wanda, who is now being shown all the cookies, her face softening at the one specially made for her. When her gaze meets you, an adorable laugh escapes her, a nervous smile breaking out on your face as she chuckles at you, shaking her head slightly.

"Oh sweetheart," she sighs out softly, a smile gracing her lips as she walks up to you. Frozen on the spot, you watch as she stops just in front of you, the scent of her perfume invading your senses making your body buzz at how close she was. Her fingers delicately hold your chin, tilting your head up to look at her more clearly while her other hand grabs a cloth from the countertop. Your eyes take in her features as you're so close, gaze lingering on her plump lips a little too long before snapping back to her enchanting green eyes when you feel her press the cloth against your forehead, wiping the flour streak off your face. "There you go," she murmurs almost lovingly, her fingers brushing over your cheeks for a second before returning to her side.

"Thank you," you manage out, face red at the interaction. Wanda simply smiles at you before turning back to her sons, asking them about their day while biting into the cookie Billy made for her, a sound of enjoyment escaping her which implants itself in your mind.

"These are delicious Y/n," her praise makes you smile, a warm feeling bubbling in your chest at the way she smiles at you, nose scrunching a little. "And they are decorated so nicely," she grins at her boys, bringing them in for side hugs and holding tightly to make them laugh.

"We have one more cookie to show," Tommy says, wriggling his way out of his mother's arms and finding a specific cookie hidden away. "This is for you Y/n," he presents to you the blob shaped cookie, now decorated in an abundance of sprinkles and icing making you feel fuzzy inside.

"Oh, Tommy," you say sincerely, "Thank you so much." He hands you the cookie in a tissue, you wrap it up in another so you can take it home while the boys persuade their mom to let them have another one to eat. They run off into the living room, munching away, while Wanda leans against the countertop next to you, arms wrapping around her middle as she tilts her head slightly while smiling tenderly.

"You didn't have to clean up, you know?" her fingers twirl her wedding ring around while she speaks to you, the action reminding you of the fact she's a married woman and you shouldn't be enjoying her company as much as you were.

"I couldn't just leave them for you to do, you've been working, and I made the mess," your tone is confused as she shakes her head, smiling still gracing her features though.

"Your parents must really love you helping around the house," she teases, your mood dampening at the mention of you parents, a fake smile covering up the change in spirit.

"Yeah, they must do," your voice goes quieter at the end, Wanda not noticing though because the boys start to disagree on something in the other room. Both of you go to investigate, finding them bickering about which cartoon to watch.

"Boys," Wanda says, her tone switching to a stern mother as she places her hands on her hips and looks at them. They stop but scowl at each other a little, you chuckle at how they switched from playing with one another to being mad.

"Hey mini Maximoffs," you interrupt, Wanda's brows raising at the nickname, face softening from her serious state, "Don't start arguing with each other and being bad for your mom." They look down a little guilty, Wanda mouthing a 'thank you' before she tells the boys to find something they both like.

"I'm going to head off now," you say once everything is settled, Wanda walking you to the door and paying you a more reasonable amount than last time.

"Thank you for taking care of them," her body leans against the door as you step outside, body angled to look at her."

"It was no problem, Wanda, enjoy the rest of your night."

"You too, get home safely," the door moves to close when you start to walk away, Wanda staring at your figure for a moment longer before fully closing the door.

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Keys rattle in the door as you finally get home, shrugging your backpack off and carefully taking your cookie out your coat pocket and laying it on the table. You wander through your apartment, the only sound coming from the Tv in the living room makes you head there first.

"Hey mum..." you let the words die in your throat when you see your mother, her body slouched on the sofa, wine bottles scattered on the floor as her hand falls limp at her side. You let out a tired sigh, walking over to her slowly, picking up the empty wine glass and bottles to take them to the kitchen before going back to where she laid passed out. "Come on mum, wake up," you gently shake her, her sluggishly waking up a little.

"Go away," she slurs, trying to hit you away but failing miserably as she can barely keep her arm up.

"No come on, we need to get you in bed," you don't bother hiding the annoyance or disappointment in your voice, tired of how much she'd drink. It wasn't even eight o'clock on a Monday and she was wasted.

"Just fuck off," her words mumbled, you let out a defeated breath and making your way out of the room. You grab her a blanket and return to cover her with it, guiding her head from its awkward position and letting her sleep on the sofa.

"Love you too," you mutter in distaste, ignoring the groan coming from her and making your way to your own room. You crouch down, hands sliding under your bed looking for a box before pulling it out. Carefully, you open the lid, revealing the money Wanda gave you last week and now today as you put it in, smiling at the little progress.

With the money your dad left you and the money you were now saving, it wouldn't take long for you to have enough to rent out your own place and finally leave this home once you turned eighteen. You loved your mother like any child should, you did, but you couldn't help the way you started to hate her, despise her for the things she'd do or say to you. When you were younger you two were much closer, not as close as you and your father, but you still loved each other deeply until the incident happened and everything changed.

Before you could drown yourself in the hurtful thoughts, you pushed your body back to its feet, grabbing the cookie and taking it to your room to eat while finishing off the rest of your schoolwork. You thought back to today with the twins, a subconscious smile taking over your face when your thoughts drifted back to a certain older woman; the way her green eyes would gaze at you caringly, the soft and delicate touch of her fingers on your face, the angelic laughter that spilt from her lips.

You couldn't get her off your mind, and if you were being honest, you didn't want to.

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I totally didn't just take the cookie recipe from BBC food guides...

I'm not allowed in the kitchen, ok? I'll end up burning the house down.

I hope you enjoyed :)

Please leave any thoughts/comments, they're really appreciated <3

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kazzy-boo-baby · 2 months

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•Making Cookies.. at Night?"•

CG! Natasha Romanoff

CG! Wanda Maximoff

Little! Y/N (She/Her)

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Y/N had a plan. A plan that would make her mommy and mama so happy, that'd she get so many kisses once they saw the surprise! She was going to make cookies for Natasha and Wanda all by herself!

She waited all night for Natasha and Wanda to go to bed, and now it was finally time to put the plan in full motion. Y/N crawled out of her bed and started to make her way to the kitchen, making sure to be quiet so JARVIS didn't alert her caregivers.

Once in the kitchen, Y/N was getting out all the stuff she would need. Some flour, chocolate chips, oil, milk, eggs, sugar, and salt. She remembered all the things she would need when Wanda baked cookies.. how hard could it really be to do it by herself?

"Okay.. first, hafta get bowl."

She mumbled to herself, she opened the cabinet door and huffed at the sight before her. The only clean bowl was on the top of the shelf.. dang it! "Ugh.. now hafta use something else." Y/N pouted and tried to think of something else she could use as a bowl, eventually she thought of one of her toy buckets! That could work.

She went into the living room and emptied out her toy bucket, then placed it on the kitchen counter. Now she could officially start! Y/N started off with pouring the flour into the bucket, causing it to fly up everywhere all over her face and onesie. She giggled, "Okay! Next is sugar."

Y/N got out the sugar and started to pour it info the bucket, not bothering to do any measurements or stopping at the sight of almost half the sugar bag pouring into her bucket. "Perfect!" She babbled, clapping her hands.. baking was so easy!

She got out the milk and started to pour it in the bucket, she spilt a little bit on the floor, but managed to get most of it in the bucket. Then came the egg! She grabbed one of the eggs from the carton and cracked it, but a few shells got in there. "Uh oh.." she mumbled, she pouted and thought about what she could do. Then an idea hit her,

"It okay! Mommy and mama won't notice if I put lots of chocolate chips."

She smiled and started pouring the whole bag of chocolate chips on the bucket.

"Y/N? Honey? What are you doing..?"

A voice startled Y/N, she looked over to see it was Wanda. She didn't look mad.. just concerned. "You're supposed to be in bed."

Y/N whined and pouted up at Wanda, "Mama! You not supposed to be awake.. I was making you and mommy a surprise.."

She mumbled. Wanda smiled and walked closer to her, she was starting realize what Y/N was doing. Despite the huge mess on the floor and table, Wanda knew that the ingredients Y/N were using were for cookies.

"Aww.. that's very sweet of you, my love."

Wanda picked Y/N up and started to take her to the bedroom again, "Mama didn't mean to spoil your surprise. But how about me, you, and mommy bake some cookies together tomorrow. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Y/N sighed but nodded, just nuzzling closer to Wanda as she held her. She was feeling tired anyway. "Okay mama.."

Wanda brought Y/N into her and Natasha's shared bedroom, Natasha was already wide awake. She chuckled as Wanda placed Y/N on the bed, "Oh look who it is? Little Miss trouble maker got out of bed, huh?"

"No, no. She was doing something nice. She was trying to make cookies for us. Isn't that sweet?"

Natasha sighed and snuggled close to Y/N,

"Oh really? That's what you were doing? Oh baby.. you know we would've helped you. You don't need to do everything by yourself, honey."

Y/N yawned and just nodded her head, she was feeling very sleepy. Her eyes were doing their best not to close.

Wanda sighed and kissed her forehead, "See? You're so sleepy, my love.."

Natasha nodded and laid Y/N down between the two of them, Y/N was practically already asleep. The two redheads laid beside their little girl, excited about making cookies tomorrow. Eventually, they both fell asleep next to Y/N.. all of them getting a good nights sleep like they deserved.

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Chocolate and Promises..

Pairing: Platonic Loki x reader

Warnings: fluff, comfort, mentions of cheating

Summary: you have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it....

You ran into the common room, looking around furrowing your eyebrows "where are you?" You whispered to yourself running to the library seeing it empty. Sighing, you made your way back downstairs, knocking on Thor's door. "Lady y/n, what can I assist you with?" Thor asked opening the door. "Hey, have you seen Loki? It's been a few days and I'm starting to worry." You said looking up at the God. "Hmm, now that you mention it, it has been a bit. Last I heard he was going to his girlfriends house, other then that I am not sure." Thor said "ok, thanks, I'll try his room again. He didn't answer last time." You said walking off.

"Hey jarvis?" You asked to the ceiling "yes miss y/n, what can I do for you?" The AI asked "is Loki in the tower?" You asked crossing your arms "Yes miss, he is in his room." It said. Shaking your head "what is he doing?" You asked "He hasn't moved from his bed miss." It said. Furrowing your eyebrows "is he sick, or hurt?" You asked "no miss, my scans show he is in perfect health, no irregularities." It said. "Ok thank you." You sighed. You had been friends with the God since he came to live at the tower, you could say he was your best friend, and you knew it was rare for him to lock himself away.

You knew eachothers pasts, and never judged eachother. You were his rock and he was yours. In the time you had gotten to know him you knew he had nightmares, him finding his way to your room many times after one not wanting to be alone. And you knew there were times when he would feel low, sad even. And in those times you stood by him, pulling him out, and that's exactly what your were going to do now.

You ran to the kitchen, throwing the kettle on you grabbed two mugs and the hot cocoa, he never admitted it to anyone else but his love of chocolate was unparalleled. You grabbed a tray form under the sink, you set the mugs on it, grabbing the marshmallows and whipped cream you poured the water in, mixing it adding the finishing touches. You went to the cupboard, grabbing your box of chocolates and cookies you piled everything on the tray "perfect." You smiled, grabbing the tray you were off.

"Jarvis, please open Loki's door." You said to the ceiling "Miss, he has asked not to be disturbed, I cannot open the door." The AI told you. "Well tell him it's me." You huffed balancing the tray. A few minutes later the door opened, you walked in seeing Loki sit up in bed. Closing the door with your foot you made your way over to him "Hey Loki, are you doing ok?" You asked, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "I am fine y/n, I'm not really up for company though." He said "I understand, I just haven't seen you for a few days, I just wanted to check on you." You said tilting your head to look at him, his hair hiding his face.

"I said I am fine." He snapped as you crossed your arms. "Loki, if you want me to go I will, but you don't need to snap at me." You said, watching him slowly look up at you, seeing his eyes red and puffy. "Loki, what's wrong?" You asked sitting down next to him "i...it doesn't matter y/n." He said wiping his face "Yes it does, who do I need to kill?" You asked seeing him smile. "It's silly y/n." He said "no, someone hurting you is not silly, what happened." You demanded, his eyes meeting yours.

"I...I went to my girlfriends house. I wanted to surprise her, take her out." He said fidgeting with his fingers "I knocked on the door and a man answered." He sighed "well, he could have been her brother or.." you started "He was in his boxers." He said flatly "oh..." you said looking down. "She then came to the door in a robe, she told me I was emotionally unavailable, and she didn't want to be with me anymore." His voice becoming a whisped "I'm so sorry Loki." You said grabbing his hand. "Maybe eveyone is right, love will never find me." He sighed, laying his head back. "I don't believe that for a second." You said moving to sit next to him.

"I think you just haven't found your person yet." You said, handing him a mug of cocoa "My person?" He asked taking a sip. "Yes, I think everyone has a person, you just haven't found yours yet, but you will." You smiled grabbing your mug. "I see wonderful things for you Loki, you just don't know it" you said watching him furrow his eyebrows "can you see the future y/n?" He smiled "no, but I know you, I see you. You have a lot of love inside you, whether you want to admit it or not. Do you want to know what I see for you?" You asked seeing him nod. "Ok, close yours eyes, I'll set the scene." You smiled seeing him close his eyes.

"I see you, coming home from a mission, opening the door to your home, hearing your wife call out to you, rushing to hug you as you throw your things down, lifting her in your arms while she hugs you." You said, looking over seeing his eyes still closed "and as you set her down, your daughter runs in, picking her up you hold them both close as they tell you how much they love you and missed you. That's what I see for you Loki." You said, seeing his eyes open, a tear rolling down his cheek. "It is a lovely thought y/n, but I'm afraid I may never have that." He said looking down.

Sitting up straight you turned towards him "Loki, in the time I've had to get to know you, I have learned many things about you. You above all are kind, caring, stupidly intelligent, ridiculously funny, and devishily handsome." You winked seeing him smile. "And it is an honor to be your friend, and anyone lucky enough to call your theirs, will posses one of the greatest treasures in the whole universe." You said motioning around with your arms. "You think quite highly of me y/n." He said smiling "well, that's because you are epically amazing, and until you see what I see, I will remind you everyday." You smiled.

"What would I do without you?" He asked "Oh, I'm sure you would be fine." You smiled grabbing your chocolates, handing him one. "No, I don't think I would be." He smiled. You picked up a chocolate, holding it up as you knocked yours against his "to us, two fantastic, sexy people that no one is good enough for." You said popping the chocolate in your mouth hearing Loki laugh. "There he is, I knew I'd find him" you smiled poking his side. "I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal." You said wiping your hands on your pants.

"What's that love?" He asked sitting up, pushing his hair back. "If, in let's say ten years neither of us are married, we marry eachother." You said holding your hand out. "Seriously?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows "absolutely. Your a catch, and I'm undeniably amazing, so..what do you say?" You asked watching him. He smiled, looking into your eyes "I will hold you to that y/n." He said grabbing your hand, slowly shaking it. "I would expect nothing less." You winked, smiling at him.

You didn't know what the future held for either of you, what you did know was you would always be by his side....

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*just a little thing that entered my brain today that I had to get out.....💚💚💚

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justsomeclintasha · 8 months

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The bell chimes as he enters the coffee shop, but he doesn’t hear it. He clears his throat, eyes darting quickly to scope out the room. Twelve adults, three children, and three.. no, four people behind the counter. The brunette walks to the register to take his order.

“Hey, can I have a black coffee?”

The man says something, but the background noise is loud, and he was too busy reaching in his wallet to catch it.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked what size.”

“Biggest ya got. And an oatmeal raisin cookie please.”

“Out.. else?”

“I.. I didn’t catch that, sorry.” The man stares at him like he’s dumb and another woman sets a cup next to him. Cheeks flushed, he tosses a five on the counter, grabs his coffee, and rushes out the door.

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He’s several blocks away before he takes a sip and immediately throws it in the nearest garbage. Stupid. Stupid. He must have grabbed someone else’s drink. Who puts pumpkin in coffee anyway?

“Fuck,” he mumbles miserably. The walk back to his apartment is claustrophobic, busy with the lunch crowd.

“Watch it!” A man pushes past him angrily, and he takes the shoulder shove with a sigh, not even sure of what he did wrong this time. He swallows a lump in his throat.

It’s getting worse.

His hands are shaking as he opens the door to his apartment, trying to focus on the lock, on his breathing, on-

A hand on his arm makes him jump.

Natasha holds out her hand wordlessly and he gives her the key.

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She’s seen him cry before.

Not often.

Not like this.

And it’s fucking horrible. He’s glad to be in the comfort of his bed, the blinds drawn to hide the snot on his face and the tears on his pillow. It’s better that she can’t see him in the dark.

Her hand rubs soothing circles over his back.

“It’s getting worse, Nat, I can’t, I can’t-“

She squeezes his arm sharply and flicks on the bedside lamp.

You can, she signs. He tries to roll over but she doesn’t let him. They’re not going to judge you.

XXXXX

“What’s up birdbrain?”

The words appear in front of him as holographic text, and he swallows down a lump in his throat. Jarvis knows. Of course he knows.

Something smells like burning wires, and the metal in Tony’s hand is smoking. This was a mistake. He never should have come here.

“I just.. nevermind.”

He spins to walk away and runs straight into Natasha. She’s not impressed.

“He needs hearing aids,” she says, stepping around him. A flush creeps up into his cheeks as Tony meets his eyes.

“Subtle or loud and proud?”

“I.. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter?”

“I’ll make both,” he decides, as if it’s no big deal at all.

XXXXX

“Here. You can adjust them through the app on your phone. You might have to mess with the settings a little. And if they need tuning let me know. This is just a prototype. Well, it’s the sixth version.”

Clint turns over the tiny device in his hand. He looks to Natasha for confirmation and she nods, urging him to slip it over his ear. At first, there’s nothing, and then…

He slides the bar on the app and looks around the room. The tv is playing a baseball game in the next room. Steve boos, apparently not happy with it.

“Clint?”

Startled, he looks back at her. Her voice. It’s so clear. It’s so different, so much better than it has been in a long time. Just like he remembers. His eyes well with tears and he blinks them back.

“I can hear you.”

XXXXX

“Nice hearing aids,” Bucky comments as they step into the jet. Clint flinches, ready to defend himself. “I like the purple. Mine is all metal. Maybe I should add some color.”

He flexes his arm with a wry smile. Clint stares at him, with the sudden realization that maybe his disability isn’t a weakness, that it doesn’t define him. That he can still be useful. Bucky sees this all play out on his face. He drops in the seat next to him and motions toward the cockpit.

“Do you think she’s finally gunna let him fly?”

“Not a chance. He has no sense of direction.”

“Never did,” Bucky says with a quiet laugh. “After this I’m ordering Thai and watching bad sci-fi movies. You’re welcome to join me.”

Clint sees the invitation for what it is. A chance to talk about it if he wants to, or if he doesn’t. The jet starts to move. Natasha yells something to Steve, and after a moment the plane starts to rise. They can hear arguing from the cockpit. Bucky rolls his eyes.

“He’s such a punk.”

“And she’s just as stubborn.” He waits for a moment, then adds. “You know.. after this, a movie does sounds good.” Bucky grins, holsters his gun, and passes Clint his bow.

“Then let’s make this quick.”

#clintasha #clint barton x natasha romanoff #clintasha fanfic #steve rogers #tony stark #bucky barnes

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WELCOME TO THE 2024 CLASH OF THE WIZARDS!

Thats right! Mod Hermann got her shit together finallyt!

This year, we shall pit against each other 64 fictional magic users (double what we had last year!) in an attempt to see who the ultimate witch, wizard, mage, or caster is! Our winner last year was the lovely Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House (who will, from this moment on, be my profile picture until the new crown is distributed!), and today and for the next week and a half we will see who will take her crown!

Polls will be released daily at 6 pm est, with a day's break between each round (so, if a poll ends on saturday, the next round won't be up until 6 on sunday, and so on)

But you're not here for the semantics! So, ROLL OUT THE COMPETITORS!

YOUR COMPETITORS THIS YEAR ARE!

Khadgar - World of Warcraft M Rasmodius/The Wizard - Stardew Valley Jadis/The White Witch - Chronicles of Narnia Tara Maclay - Buffy the Vampire Slayer Robin - Fire Emblem Eggplant Wizard - Kid Icarus Rincewind - Discworld Harry Dresden - The Dresden Files Jafar - Aladdin Dr Facilier - The Princess and The Frog Nico Minoru - Marvel's Runaways John Constantine - DC Comics Harrison - Camp Camp Simon Snow - Carry On Cookie Jarvis - Cookie Crisp Cereal Magical Trevor - Mr Weebl Ice King - Adventure Time Merasmus - Team Fortress 2 Schmendrick - The Last Unicorn Starlight Glimmer - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Wizardmon - Digimon Bloom Peters - Winx Club Basil Hawkins - One Piece Raelle Collar - Motherland: Fort Salem Gale of Waterdeep - Baldur's Gate 3 Strahd von Zarovich - Curse of Strahd Yennefer of Vengerberg - The Witcher Harrowhark Nonagesimus - The Locked Tomb Marcia Overstrand - Septimus Hemp Sunny Nwazue - Akata Witch Maleficent - Sleeping Beauty Gandalf - Lord of the Rings Corpse God - Dead Mount Death Play Alice - Bibliomania Howl Pendragon - Howl's Moving Castle Wizard Animal - Wizardisananimal on tumblr Vaarsuvius - Order of the Stick Usidore the Blue - Hello From the Magic Tavern Asra Alnazar - The Arcana Pluto - The Library of Ruina Rasputin - Anastasia Dreisang - Octopath Traveler Hamid Saleh Haroun al Tahan - Rusty Quill Gaming Hiserdoux Casperan - Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Taako Taaco - The Adventure Zone: Balance Adaine Abernant - Dimension 20: Fantasy High Benjamin Thackerey - Widdershins Mah Yun - Sword Interval Donald Duck - Kingdom Hearts Vivi Orniter - Final Fantasy IX Moiraine Damodred - The Wheel of Time Raistlin Majere - Dragonlance Cedric - Sofia the First Kamek - Super Mario The Green Mage - Everhood Leif - Bug Fables Eridan Ampora - Homestuck Himiko Yumeno - Danganronpa V3 Galinda Upland - Wicked Merlin - Merlin (BBC) Archmage of Mampang - Sorcery! Noita - Noita Wei Wuxian - The Untamed Qifrey - Witch Hat Atelier SCHEDULE (SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS MOD HERMANN APPROACHES FINALS)

Friday, May 3 -- Round 1 side A Saturday, May 4 -- Round 1 side B Monday, May 6 -- Round 2 side A Tuesday, May 7 -- Round 2 side B Thursday, May 9 -- Round 3 Saturday, May 11 -- Round 4 Monday, May 13 -- Round 5 Wednesday, May 15 -- FINALS!!! (THIS POLL WILL BE OPEN FOR ONE WEEK!) Thursday, May 23 -- WINNER IS ANNOUNCED!

#clash of the wizards #clash of the wizards announcements

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Wrapped in Red

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (AU)

Wanda x Vis ; x Monica ; x Bucky

BlackHill / Bishova 🥰

Song inspo: Wrapped in Red-Kelly Clarkson

Warning: Angsty (suppressed love | Happy ending), Scrooge!R for like a second.

Smut: Mommy (R), Good Girl (W), Face-Riding (Wanda), Strap-On (Oral-R / Wanda-Receiving), Slapping, Teasing, Praising/Degrading. Aftercare 🥰

18+ | Minors DNI!

With a warm mug in your hand you peered out of your second story lofts window, drinking in the sight of the supposed Winter Wonderland. The snowy streets were bustling with all those who'd waited until the last minute to feed into this Capitalist nations image of Christmas, and you envied their beaming faces. The wonder of the holidays that had once lived in you, now only lives on in the faces of your friends, and family, and now even strangers as they go by.

Christmas at one point was all you ever focused on for the second half of the year, even back when you hadn't the finances to gift those you loved most what you deemed they deserved. So, every year, without fail, you would use your developed crafting skills to make their gifts. Then you used your charms to get them to do loads of inexpensive things like going ice skating, baking cookies, and your personal favorite was walking around the city to experience the wonder of the twinkling lights.

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Natasha, your best friend, and Wanda, your muse, would always walk with you at the front, their arms looped with yours as they watched with a fondness as your face lit up at the sight of the decorated houses in upper Manhattan. They'd giggle wildly every time the boys would groan as you stopped to take a picture of a Winnie the Pooh display, or whatever other character you found to be worth the spectacle of your attention—which was most of them.

Then as you all transitioned into adulthood, many of you going off to college, the time for such frivolities had come to an end. Still, you managed to convince them of the importance of having one big Christmas bash, and so every year without fail they've managed to bring it together for you. Everyone, except for Bucky, Sam and Steve who spent a few overseas were at every single party. Christmas to you had always been about the traditions, not from a religious perspective, but more so from a place of genuine connectivity. Getting together with the found family you'd managed to create over a lifetime meant the absolute world to you, but now it felt like a daunting experience.

As the years have pressed on the parties went from fun-filled ragers, full of cheap booze and belly laughter to more refined get togethers. Vodka was exchanged for flutes of champagne, and seven minutes in heaven was no longer a plausible game when most were coupled up. Watching everyone moving forward was truly an enjoyable experience, all you'd ever wanted for any of them was success and happiness. The only thing was how painful it was to see your life in a place of stagnation, with no one to love you how you craved, and to be made to watch the actual love of your life enter with a new piece of eye candy on her arm year after year. You gradually went from Cindy Lou Who to the Grinch—with a heart wrapped in barbed wire, and protected by your guard cat Max.

It used to be easier, when you were still in high school, and your silly crush was constantly crushed with her incessant need to talk about how hot Tony's cousin Jarvis was. Pretentious asshole that he was, he somehow charmed his way into the naive girls heart, and as hard as it was to see them dating it was relatively easy to endure. It wasn't until the third Christmas break that you found it was a bit harder to manage your unrequited love for the Sokovian.

Wanda and Vis's breakup was something you were made aware of, seeing as how you and Nat held her crying form up all Summer long. The sight of Wanda walking into the party had you smiling in an instant, the chance to ask her for a dance had you internally beaming, you were steadily approaching her too, but when you saw her accompanying date you stopped dead in your tracks in Tony's ball room.

To the right of your dream girl stood one of the most gorgeous woman you'd ever seen. For a second you weren't sure if you envied her or Wanda more, but your heart quickly reminded you who it beat for when she shared a gentle peck with the mystery woman. Wanda was in a suit, which looked amazing on her, different for sure, but amazing nonetheless. A bright yellow hanker chief was in the pocket, you noticed her date was wearing a gorgeous yellow gown that complimented her skin tone quite nicely.

Effortless is what you'd use to describe her, her hair was in its natural state, that complimented her face as she'd opted for only a layer of lip balm. Her beauty spoke for itself, there was no need for her to cover up, and though you could tell she knew that, she was also incredibly humble. When Wanda nervously introduced the pair of you, you realized hating her wasn't going to be an option, so you settled for polite conversation instead, and offered Wanda a soft smile. That night though you cried in Natasha's arms until you fell into a dehydrated stupor.

Every year since then she'd brought a new girl with her, they'd be having the time of their lives in one corner, usually making out within the hour, while you stood off to the side of whoever's place, nursing the drink in your hands, and wondering why she'd never be able to be yours in the way that she was all of theirs.

Last year's party was the final straw for your already breaking heart though when she waltzed in with Bucky's hands on her hips. Seeing your flimsy excuse of 'she just doesn't date her friends,' fall by the wayside hurt, like it left you metaphorically bleeding out for all to see. The sight of them all over one another left you in a constant state of nausea that you stupidly attempted to drown out in booze. In all your twenty five years of life you'd never been as drunk as you were that night, when your once massive heart shrunk into nothing.

Sure, you never outright made a move on her, but it was difficult with your differing school schedules, and her obvious inability to come to one of these parties alone that kept you quiet. Unwilling to lose her friendship, one that is twenty one years in the making, more than anything is what kept you the most silent about just how desperately you loved her. Even then, you knew your feelings were obvious, and at times you feel like she might've even played upon them to get you to make her life easier.

Like that time she ran her hands down your arms, giving you the best puppy dog expression while pleading with you to help her move into her house from her apartment. You'd been putty in her hands in the moment, and by the end of that day you were much the same as your limbs ached from doing all the lifting. Wanda knew you inside, and out, you wanted her to love you just the same, but you'd started to come to the realization over the year that her love for you would only ever be surface level. The revelation hurt, you like to believe it was a clarifying moment, but no one else agreed with just how devoted to work you've become, and how nonexistent you are in all of their lives.

This years bash was being held at the newly wedded couples house, which just so happens to include your best friend Natasha and her stunning wife, Maria. With a new baby in their care it only made sense that they hosted, and though you were thrilled for your godson's arrival, you'd yet to confirm with her that you were going to be there. Actually, you'd left everyone in the dark on your whereabouts this entire month. The group chat was nonstop flooded with messages directed at you, some invitations, others attempts to call you out in front of all to see if that would get a reply. The steady silence you offered your friends only urged them on, and for the messages to grow increasingly concerned with each passing day.

It's not that you didn't want to see all of them, because you always loved to play catch up, but you're just not sure your heart can handle another year of watching Wanda giggling while hanging off another's arm, the beaten down organ deserved a break, as did your liver. You'd had every intention of waiting until three hours before the event tomorrow to send off a text to the chat that you'd unfortunately be absent, but the incessant ringing of your phone told you Natasha had different plans for you.

As the phone continued to ring you felt your heartbeat quicken, the palms of your hands were clammy, and you took in a shaky breath before ensuring Natasha wasn't sent to your voicemail, because that would be catastrophic., "Are you coming tomorrow?," the dreaded question in lieu of a greeting fell from your best friends lips rather quickly, and your brain worked overtime to find a suitable answer, or better yet a pathetic lie., "Nat, I'm not feeling that great, I might just skip it this time."

You winced as she scoffed., "You listen here Y/L/N, lying, even through a phone call, will not get passed me. You can't avoid her forever, and quite frankly it makes no sense why you are. Just grow a pair and make a move, this pining nonsense must end, it's been nearly a decade."

"Nat, it's not that easy.," you groaned, a hand running down your face in frustration, you didn't get how Nat didn't understand that she would never feel that same love for you., "It's really just as easy as breathing Y/N/N, Wanda loves you, and there's no need to keep icing her out, making her question what it is she could've possibly done to make you disappear."

"I-Is she okay?," Nat frowned at the quiver in your voice, being stuck in the middle of this avoidable situation was exhausting for her obviously, but to hear your pain, while you only asked about her wellbeing gnaws at her heart., "No, because she misses you Y/N/N, she's been begging me for a reason why, and it's really hard not to tell her, she deserves the truth."

"Y/N Y/L/N! You better be coming! I'm tired of you taking my title as Scrooge away from me!," you snorted at the sudden, honest commentary coming from your best friends younger sister., "Tell me again how she bagged Kate Bishop?," you teased right back, smirking as you heard her gasp., "Because I am a 10/10 Y/N Y/L/N, and Kate Bishop is a beautiful puppy dog of a human that loves me even more than you love to do the pity partying all alone in your loft."

You heard the blonde groan, clearly Natasha had found her statement offensive, and you were honestly shocked to hear such a truth., "Seriously Y/N/N, you'll never know if you never talk to her, and if my spy like senses are as good as I know they are to be, then I know it'll be ending up where you want it to."

Her suggestive words brought you to roll your eyes, but you reasoned that it's probably best to listen to the redhead. After all, she's never not had your best interests at heart, and you too were honestly tired of your own pity partying. Either Wanda will reciprocate your love, or you'll get the final reality check you need, and be able to finally move on., "Okay, I'll do it."

You nervously chuckled as you listened to the loud roaring of cheers in the background, the happy couples were clearly all thrilled to have you potentially joining them for brunch soon., "Good, we'll see you lovebirds tomorrow.," Nat cheekily concluded with an exaggerated kiss sent through the phone, and you rolled your eyes as the dial tone met your ears.

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It was lightly snowing as you approached the front door to Wanda's two story house. Working in marketing really paid off for her, and even in your state of turmoil over the woman you smile fondly at the prospect of her having become as successful as she had. All those years she spent afraid to disappoint her parents who risked everything to bring her to the "land of opportunities," were a waste as she did just as you told her she would; she made it.

It makes the next moment where your hand is pounding into her wooden door a little easier. Knowing that if this does end in catastrophe, that at least she'll still have her successful life as you exit it, for some odd reason this brings you comfort as you stand there in your party attire, with her Christmas gift in your extremely shaky hand, and with your life changing confession on the tip of your tongue.

However, as the seconds tick by you realize she might've left already, so you turn to leave with a broken expression on your face, and just as you go to text Nat you weren't coming, having lost all your fight, you hear a loud creaking followed by a soft calling of your name., "Y/N?"

"I'll never feel you ; If I don't tell you.," while turning to face her you blurted out the reason you'd suddenly showed up at her door, only to be met with a frowning Sokovian., "This Christmas, I'm gonna risk it all.," it's not lost on you how sad she looks either, she's stood there in a pair of grey sweatpants, with reddened eyes that match the tip of her nose, but if you were to dwell on that for even a second you wouldn't get the words that have been killing you slowly for years out, and this would all have been for not., "What?"

"I'm not afraid to fall.," the muddled confession fully brought a confused Wanda into the moment; this was it, her chance to finally stop hiding her feelings for you in others, and to take the jump with you., "So, I'm at your door with nothing more, than those words I've never said."

"In all this white, you'll see me like you've never seen me yet.," as you said the words, it almost felt too corny, but you'd already committed to the gig., "Wrapped in red.," you extended your hands out, the little black gift box you held was securely closed with a red ribbon, and the brunette gently took it from your shaking hands, stopping only momentarily to offer you a reassuring squeeze.

With your lip caught between your teeth you waited for any sign of reciprocation, and you think it came as she pulled the top off of the box, gasping at the sight of the contents within. It was a collage of photos that you'd cut out, so many memories she'd let slip from her mind now sat before her, leaving her a bit nostalgic. Her fingers traced over a photo set of the two of you in particular, it was a photo booth strip from one of many trips to the mall you'd taken.

It was dated back to the Summer before high school started, and looking at the happiness radiating off of the both of you made her cheeks hurt as she couldn't help but to mirror your giddy smiles. This was the Summer that she knew you'd always be special to her, there was this indistinguishable warmth at the time to tell her this, but it wasn't until that Summer many years later when you held her as she cried over a guy that it had returned full force.

At the bottom of the framed collage you'd written your truth in French, Je t'aime., the one class the two of you always had together. Wanda's frown had gone, she smiled widely instead as she allowed your words to sink in, then her eyes shamelessly roamed your body. The form fitting black blouse, adorned in gold sparkles, tucked into the black slacks paired well with your red trench coat. Flecks of white clung to the material of your coat, and the poeticism of your words caused her to chuckle, only stopping when she saw your face fall.

"I'll never feel you.," she softly repeats your words, her hands reach out for you, a look of hope adorns her face, and she sighs when you settle your hands in hers. A squeal leaves you as she pulls your body flush to hers, moving her hands to cup your cheeks with a tenderness she'd always dreamed of offering you., "If I don't tell you.," she smirks at the sight of your widened eyes, and nervous lip biting., "That I love you too, I always have Y/N/N, I'm just sorry that I didn't say anything before, it was all so confusing, and I needed to be sure."

Instead of allowing her to ramble you leaned in to kiss her, something she reciprocated without a moment's hesitation. She slipped her hands from your cheeks, and clasped them together behind your neck to keep you against her. There was nowhere else either of you wanted to be than right here in this moment, kissing so passionately that you'd nearly run her out of breath. Once you'd reached that point she reluctantly pulled away, panting softly against your neck as she buried herself into you.

Wanda's wet lips pressed against the exposed skin of your neck, it was feather light, but it still managed to set your entire body ablaze., "Wanda.," you softly warned, but it fell on deaf ears as she pressed a more firm kiss over your pulse point, she didn't stop there either, her teeth sunk into your skin, pulling a moan from you that had her desperate for more of your mewling., "Detka, please, I need you so bad."

The tantalizing touch alone had you ready to take her, but adding the accented pet name was the icing on the cake. Wanda cheered when you spun her around by the strong hold you had on her hips, pushing her into her house, then as soon as you'd shut the door with your foot you spun her once more. A pleasurable groan left her lips when you slammed her into the door., "Tell me, just how much do you need me love?"

The question was in part rhetorical, your hand having slipped into her sweats already to see for yourself, but your other hand softly gripped her by the chin to make her hazy eyes focus on you., "Answer me love, I can't go on without an answer.," the obvious concern in your eyes had her melting even further into your touch., "Need you so bad mommy.," she pleaded, her cheeks rosy as can be as she whispered more., "I can't get off without you anymore, I have tried, but without listening to your voice on my phone I can't do it, I need you all the time."

"Fuck.," you groaned, her words alone had the pit in your lower belly tightening, but as soon as she granted you permission to touch her your fingers brushed over her panties to find her soaked beyond belief. All you'd done was kiss, and slam her into a wall, but she was still so turned on by just the thought of you that you couldn't help but to briefly marvel at the slick on your withdrawn fingers, the light reflecting off it only enhancing its abundance.

Wanda moaned in tandem with you as you settled your fingers into your mouth, the way she tasted already an addiction you knew you were soon to face., "Oh fucking hell my sweet girl, you taste so damn good.," your lips slammed into hers for a split second before you pulled back, staring into her doe eyes with an almost insatiable need behind your own orbs., "Undress yourself, and meet me in the room."

Wanda sprinted off, stumbling slightly as her eagerness to please left her to forget her legs were already feeling like jello in anticipation. You softly chuckled before entering her lower level bathroom, hanging your party clothes over her rack and leaving yourself in only a bra while you fastened yourself into the harness you brought just in case. With a nervous smile you looked yourself over once more before deeming yourself ready for this wild dream.

Once you made your way to her room you were in a state of blissful shock. Not only has she listened to you by undressing fully, she'd made sure to settle onto her knees on the mattress, facing the door with an innocent expression. Nothing about her was innocent, but the facade she was decidedly playing was fucking hot, and you were desperate to absolutely ruin her.

"Look at you honey, such a good girl for your mommy, sounds like you're due a reward.," the glint that crossed over her eyes told you she’d been expecting the offer, and though you were equally as intrigued to unrelentingly fuck her into the mattress, you also were more eager to taste her from the source., “However.,” you teased, watching the way the brunette’s throat constricted harshly to suppress her whines of disapproval., “I think since mommy’s had to wait so long to have you, that she should be rewarded first.,” her eyes sparkled with clear intrigue, and you gently pecked her lips.

“I want you to sit on my face baby, and while you do you’ll also be sucking my cock off.,” the way you hold steady eye contact with her while saying such dirty things causes her to whimper, and for her arousal to slowly drip down her spread open thighs and onto the mattress., “Don’t go wasting now my dear, come now.,” you beckoned her over with a curled finger, chuckling at the way she hurriedly crawled over to you, she leaned down to gently peck your lips, the love in her eyes shining through just long enough for the both of you to feel it before she takes her position above your face.

“Go on baby, be a good girl and serve mommy.,” she slowly lowered herself onto you, squeezing her thighs involuntarily as your tongue swipes through her folds, your moans travel directly to the pit of burning pressure settling within her., “Fuck, mommy, I-I.,” she tried to warn you that she wasn’t going to last very long, not that you needed such a heading, but then she whimpered as your hand came crashing into her ass, she was actually on the verge of tears as you held her above your face., “I said to serve me Wanda, your lips don’t need to be speaking to move, do what you’re told to do, get my cock ready like the eager slut we both know you are.”

Wanda found this side of you to be the hottest thing, you’d always been so sweet and soft, and to find out that you were her dream come true in the bedroom as well had her mind reeling at the future possibilities. Like on nights where you aren’t pressed for time, she whines around your strap as the ideas don’t cease to drive her even crazier, her hips buck down into your face as she loses all her sense of reason, but you decide to let her bodies defiance slide for now. There will always be room for punishment in the days to come, and with how her cunt clenched around nothing due to your filthy words you just know she’ll be living for it.

Wanda’s screams of pleasure are muffled as you buck your hips up in search of your own release now, deliciously gagging her, all the while continuously lapping at the her sensitive folds in desperate need to ensure you got every last bit of her orgasm that wasn’t on your face., “Fuck, mommy’s so close baby, keep going and soon enough I’ll fill this pussy of yours, mm.,” Wanda moaned as her head bobbed even faster with the promises of relief, pools of drool were now coating the base of your strap, while tears that bordered on a mix of pain and pleasure slid down her red cheeks due to your overall roughness. Her hands pushed down on the base of your strap, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you screaming into her cunt, and writhing beneath her in pleasure.

Once you’d been able to regain a semblance of composure you crawled over to Wanda’s form that was sprawled out beside you with a dopey smile., “You did such a good job baby, you think we have time for your reward?,” she looked to you as if you were crazy., “The party starts in thirty, I’m not sure if we have time.,” Wanda’s lip jutted out into a pitiful pout that you were quick to kiss away., “I’m just teasing, being late’s always been your brand Wands.,” you winked, but before she could protest your lies—hard cold facts—you were slipping right into her glistening entrance, stretching her walls out beautifully, and pulling short gasps from her as she adjusted to being filled.

The room became rather hot as you pounded the blabbering woman into the mattress, the sounds of your grunts, coupled with her moans and the squelching wetness of her cum soaked pussy had the space sounding like a well funded porno studio. Thin layers of sweat sheened over the both of your bodies as you continuously rutted your strap deeply into her in the hopes of getting her to her fourth, and likely final climax of the steamy evening.

“Mm, so close, please mommy, can I cum?,” you grunted against her neck as your thrusts power increased at the sound of her pleading., “Let go for mommy, be a good girl, and let me hear you fucking scream my name.,” the hoarseness in her voice only made it that much hotter as your title choppily spilled from her throat, the pit in your lower abdomen burst in tandem with hers as her nails dug so deeply into your shoulder blades that you could feel warm, fresh blood trickling down your skin., “Fuck, you did so good baby, so fucking good.,” she whimpered as you pulled out of her, but you settled her with your lips on hers in a sloppy kiss before you then collapsed into her.

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Wanda tiredly smiled up at you, the love she’d been consumed with for years was finally coming to the light, and the longer you stared back at her with a soft smile of your own the more the overwhelming emotions consumed her., “I-I.,” she stuttered, your face fell at the obvious signs of distress, part of you feared she was starting to regret this moment shared, and your heart couldn’t be made to deal with that., “What’s wrong honey?,” she couldn’t speak, but the worry in your eyes needed quelling so she pulled you down by your cheeks, kissing you rather sloppily, but nonetheless calming down with the weight of you settled atop of her.

“I love you Y/N, please don’t go.,” you found her fear to be unsettling, as if this was going to be some one and done situation., “I need you, I can’t live without you, this month was torture.”

“I’m not going anywhere Wands, I’m yours if you’ll have me.,” you gently scooped her up, carrying her into the bathroom where you held her close while preparing a warm shower for the both of you., “I’ll have you forever then.,” she whined into your neck, hands securing herself tightly against your shoulder in a show of possession that made your heart flutter., “Forever it is then my love.,” you stepped into the shower, your lips finding hers to seal the deal before you cleaned the both of you up.

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Wanda glared at you as the two of you stumbled into the Romanoff household late. Not only were the marks on your collarbones obvious, but so was the shake in her legs., “They’re going to tease us Y/N.,” she groaned, only making you laugh even harder., “Yeah, they will, but who knows, they might be too happy that we finally figured us out that they’ll take it easy on us.,” she deadpanned in your direction., “Yeah right, this is Natasha and Yelena we’re talking about, we’re doomed.”

Doomed you were indeed, because the sisters wouldn’t relent as they asked you every type of question one would deem inappropriate., “Who’s the top then?,” Yelena asked, causing Wanda’s cheeks to redden, giving herself away, and groaning as the teasing commenced.

Natasha looked over at you while the two of them bickered with an ‘I told you so’ smirk plastered on her smug face as she casually sipped her beer, you rolled your eyes while flipping the woman off, but made sure to convey your appreciation with a soft smile., “What are best friends for?,” she teased while walking passed you., “Babysitting duty this weekend is what.,” she added with a wink, evading your hand trying to slap her, and cackling as she left your astonished form behind to ponder how you even owed her this.

Then you looked over to Wanda, who was now holding the sleeping little guy, and you smiled at the sight. Like a glimpse into the future, and you did indeed have the redhead to thank for it.

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Blueprint for Romance

Chapter 1: Sparks on the Fourth of July

Characters: Chris Evans, Bekah Baker (OFC)

Plot: Chris, an actor, meets Bekah, an architect, and falls faster for her than he does for anyone else.

Word count: 2321

Warnings for this chapter: Language

A/N: Big thanks to @joannaliceevans-fanficblog and @cevansbaby-dove for proofing this! Y'all are awesome!

“Hey, Chris! Come on back, man!”

Chris Evans stepped through the gate and grabbed his buddy Jason’s hand and pulled him into a hug, “Thanks for inviting me.”

Jason nodded, “Of course! The party is just starting. Tara, Carly and Ryan are in the back with the kids. Your mom pulled got here about five minutes ago with Shanna. Lisa is currently talking to Tara’s parents. My parents should be here soon. There are a bunch of other people coming too.”

Chris nodded and made his way to the backyard. Music was playing and the kids were splashing in the pool. Carly waved, “Chris! I’m so glad you finally got here! Tara has a story to tell you!”

He laughed and grabbed a beer from the cooler. Tara began her story but Chris didn’t really listen. Zach Jarvis, Jon Leonard, Mark King and their families all wandered through the gate and with each arrival, Chris’ face fell a little more.

“Hey, you okay?” Tara wrapped an arm around Chris and he returned the gesture.

The actor sighed, “Yeah. I just… Sorry, it’s a bit ridiculous.”

The woman shook her head, “Not at all. I know it’s hard seeing everyone so happy. You’ll get there one day.”

Chris could only exhale lightly. Tara hugged him once more, “You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really. I’m gonna go get another beer. You might wanna keep an eye on Winnie. She’s about to go jump in the deep end and I know she doesn’t know how to swim yet.”

“Oh shit.” Tara turned and ran toward her young daughter.

Chris laughed as he watched Tara grab her child. Isaac Harden approached him and handed him a Stella Artois. Isaac smiled sheepishly, “Hey man, I hope you don’t mind but my fiancée invited a friend to come. I ran it by Jason and Tara and they said it was okay. Just wanted to give you a head’s up. I doubt she will cause any trouble but just in case, do you want me to keep her away?”

“No, it’s okay.”

The friend tilted his head, “I hear she’s cute. And single.”

A scoff escaped Chris, “Is that why Alaina invited her? Is it a set up?”

Isaac laughed, “Naw man. I wouldn’t do that to you. That’s some shit Jon or Kath would do. The friend’s name is Bekah.”

Chris shrugged, “Okay. So?”

With a sniff, Isaac replied, “I haven’t met the girl before but Alaina says she’s gorgeous and sweet. She also says that Bekah has like 7 properties around the world.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Chris bit back, “You think that impresses me?”

“Did I mention that she has a master’s in architecture from Oxford University? Alaina tells me that Bekah is amazing. I haven’t seen it yet though. Whenever she gets here, I’ll have Alaina introduce you to her.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna grab some food. You want anything?”

Isaac shook his head, “I’m good right now.”

Chris nodded and made his way into the house where people were milling about the table grabbing food. His mother pulled him aside, “You okay, baby boy? You seem a bit down.”

“I’m fine, Ma. I’m just hungry. You want anything?”

Lisa replied, “I’m okay. I’ve been snacking a little bit here and there.”

He smiled back at her, “Once I have a little food, I’m going to head back outside.”

“Okay baby.”

He walked around the table and piled his plate full of cheese, crackers, fruit salad and a couple of sandwiches. Then he went back outside to mingle,

Chris was sipping on his drink and talking to she walked through the gate. He stopped mid-sentence and could only stare. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and the sunlight made her green eyes shine. She was a bit taller, maybe five foot and seven inches tall and lean. In her hands, she held a twelve pack of Stella Artois beer, a container of homemade cookies and a bottle of wine. Alaina greeted her and her smile took Chris’ breath away.

The woman wore a light red and white sundress with a polka dot ribbon in her hair and white flats. Her sun kissed skin perfectly contrasted with the shade of red in the dress. Things started to grow dark for Chris and he realized he had been holding his breath. Now, though, he couldn’t start letting air into his lungs. The actor started to tilt.

“Chris!”

As he hit the ground, he felt his nose being pinched closed and air being pushed into his lungs. Slowly he took a deep breath then began to cough. His eyes opened and he saw her leaning over him. He sat up and tried to catch his breath. Lisa sat down next to her son, “Are you okay, Chris?”

With a gentle smile, the woman before him said, “Easy. Your lungs are hungry for air. Take slow deep breaths.”

The woman’s voice was soft and melodic, “Hi Chris. I’m Bekah.”

He slowed his breathing, “Thank you, Bekah.”

Jason extended his hand and helped Chris to his feet, “You scared us pal.”

Bekah stepped back, “You are feeling okay?”

Chris gulped slightly, “I’m better now. Thank you for helping me.”

She smiled again, “Of course. Take some water. I would slow down on the beer. Just my recommendation.”

Then she walked away. Chris’ eyes followed her the entire way. Tara tilted her head and looked up at her best friend, “I think she’s the one, Chris. Go talk to her.”

“It’s embarrassing. I just passed out in front of her, Tara. There’s no way that she’d ever consider me.”

His best friend of over twenty years bit back, “Just give her a try. You never know. I saw how she looked at you. She’s interested.”

“Not after what just happened.”

“Give her a fucking chance, Chris.”

“Honey,” Lisa broke in, “She’s glancing at you. I don’t think it’s out of concern either. She seems curious and interested. Go talk to her.”

Reluctantly, Chris looked over to where Bekah was sitting. His eyes met hers and he dipped his chin as if he was asking permission to approach her. Bekah tilted her head with a smile and nodded.

The actor made his way over to the brunette and she motioned for him to sit down, “I was talking to your friend about your time in the theater. I’m a bit of a thespian myself. Were you more musical or non-musical?”

Chris bit his lip, “I was more into musicals. You did theater too? What plays did you do?”

Bekah laughed again, a melodic sound, “It’s easier to say what plays I didn’t do. Honestly, I didn’t do a whole lot of theater. I was too busy with my acting career.”

“Acting career? I thought you were an architect.”

Bekah glanced away for half a second then focused her attention back to Chris, “I’m an architect now but I did some acting from the ages of eight to fifteen.”

Leaning back, Chris scratched his cheek, “Anything I might have heard of?”

A short pause filled the air then Bekah waved her hand, “Oh just small things. My first gig was a reoccurring role on a little show called 7th Heaven.”

“No shit? I knew someone on that show. And that’s not exactly a little show.”

“Yeah, I know. You dated Jessica Biel for five years. A couple of those years, I was on the show. It’s a small world because Jessica is a good friend of mine. Or she used to be before she went off her rocker with the anti-vax stuff.”

Chris let loose a long laugh and Bekah joined in, “I’m kidding of course. Jess is a great person and a good friend.”

The man beside her stood, “Do you want anything to drink? I’m gonna go grab me a beer.”

Bekah followed his lead and stood up, “I’ll join you. I could use a Stella right now.”

As the pair approached the cooler, Chris turned to Bekah, “So what other ‘small’ things have you done because I doubt they’re small.”

The woman beside him rubbed the back of her neck, “A cult following series called Harry Potter, a fantasy trilogy no one has heard of called Lord of the Rings and a little known sci-fi movie called Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith.”

Chris all but dropped his beer, “Say again? Those aren’t small things!”

“Oh and I did this silly little superhero film starring some guy named Chris Evans as the Human Torch. I can’t quite remember the name of it. The Incredible Quad? The Fabulous Foursome?”

“The Fantastic Four.” Chris cocked an eyebrow in amusement.

She smiled broadly at him, “That’s it! I never had any scenes with the guy but I hear he’s lovely to work with.”

Chris smirked, “I wouldn’t know.”

Retreating back to the shade of the trees, Chris and Bekah sat at a small table that had been set up for the party. As they talked, Chris found himself completely enamored with this girl. She made him laugh so easily and it was obvious that she may be interested in him so he pushed a little further, “So why did you quit acting?”

Bekah sighed, “Honestly, I was tired of the lights and the cameras and the exposure. I went to my parents when I was sixteen and told them I was tired of the limelight. I didn’t want to be a child actress anymore. They accepted it with grace. I was about to graduate high school so I wanted to focus on other things like college and relationships that were crumbling.”

“You graduated high school at sixteen? And you went to college after?”

“I did. But I feel like we are talking too much about me. I want to know more about you.”

Chris shuddered a bit, “My life isn’t all that interesting.”

“Nonsense. I’m sure over your twenty plus years of acting, you have seen and experienced some stuff. What is the most exciting place you have filmed?”

The actor leaned back and raised the bottle to his lips, “I filmed in Costa Rica once. South Africa and Namibia were cool too when I went there. As for most exciting? I would probably say filming in Costa Rica. How about you?”

“Oh, most definitely New Zealand. I went to a set in Auckland and shot on a green screen. I also went with a couple of others to the area of the Shire. It was beautiful. I have filmed in London as well and that’s quite the city. If you have to pick a comfort character that you have portrayed, who would it be?”

Rolling his eyes to the sky in thought, Chris thought a moment then answered, “I know the most logical answer is going to be Steve Rogers but as my comfort character, he doesn’t quite make the cut. If I really had to choose? Fuck, that’s really hard. Hmmm. I’ll have to think about that. What about you?”

Bekah opened her mouth to reply but her phone rang. Glancing down at it, she threw Chris an apologetic glance, “I’m so sorry. I have to take this.”

As she walked away, Chris heard her say, “Hallo, das ist Frau Baker. Was brauchen Sie?”

Chris sat in shock unable to comprehend the fact the woman knew German. Tara and Lisa wandered over. Plopping down in the vacated seat, Tara smirked, “So, how’s it going?”

The man looked between his best friend and his mother, “She speaks German.”

Lisa spoke up, "Well, that's new. You’ve never been with a girl who knows German before."

Tara gasped "Chris, she's amazing! You have to ask her out."

He looked over to the side of the yard where Bekah was speaking animatedly on her phone. Tara poked him, “Earth to Chris. Pay attention to us.”

Lisa shot Tara a look, “Take it easy. He’s obviously interested in her. He just needs time.”

Tara made a face, stood and walked away. Chris turned to his mother, “Do you think I actually have a chance with this one?”

His mother put her hand on his arm, “It will only happen if you make it happen. Whether or not you have a chance is up only to you.”

Bekah returned to the table just as Chris was about to respond to his mother. With a smile, she addressed Chris and Lisa, “I’m sorry for interrupting but I just wanted to say how lovely it was to meet you both. I’m afraid I have to dash. I wish I could stay for the fireworks but something has come up with my Germany office. I have to leave in the morning to handle it.”

The older woman returned the smile, “It was nice to meet you too. I hope we see each other again.”

But Chris stayed silent. Lisa prodded him in the ribs and he yelped. Bekah’s lips twitched for half a second, “I hope so too.”

She turned and wandered over to Jason and Tara where she said her goodbyes. As she walked to the gate, Lisa poked Chris again, “If you don’t do it now, you’ll never know.”

He jumped to his feet and followed Bekah around the house, “Bekah, wait.”

She turned and almost hopeful asked, “Yes?”

“I wondered if you would like to go on a date.”

A wide grin spread across her face, “With you? Sure.”

“Great! Um, when?”

Bekah tightened her ponytail, “How about Friday of next week?”

“That sounds amazing. Do you wanna do dinner or..”

“Dinner sounds wonderful.”

His heart soared, “I’ll see you then.”

Bekah tilted her head, “Hand me your phone.”

“Why?”

“How else will you get ahold of me, silly?”

Feeling a hundred feet tall, Chris did so and Bekah input her information. As she turned to her car she stated, “I like pizza.”

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captainsophiestark · 1 year

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Being the adopted child of the Jarvises would include...

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Requested by @bandshirts-andbooks :) This is my first time writing headcanons, so hopefully they’re good and you like it!

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: As the title says :)

Word Count: 1,096 lmao I’m incapable of writing short things

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Special shoutout to @ghostofskywalker for beta-ing this for me (QUEEN ily) and for the addition about Bernard lol

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Ok, so as we know from Agent Carter, Ana and Edwin Jarvis both DEFINITELY want kids

As we also know, Ana can’t have kids biologically after she literally almost died from a gunshot

They would be SO EXCITED to adopt a kid, and probably started the process as soon as the Isodyne/Whitney Frost/Vernon Masters stuff got figured out

They would be SO. PROTECTIVE. Omg, you can’t even imagine

And the rest of the crew? OH BOY. But we’ll get to that later

Basically, these two are the best parents. Ever.

They’re both patient and kind and caring, and the three of you are absolute GOALS. I’m talking tightest-knit family ever

And like, you still argue sometimes, because everyone does. But no matter how much you argue, you know they both still love you so much. It never, ever hurts your relationship

Ana is so sweet and soft and kind

You can talk to her about anything

Peak Mom Vibes™

She’s always ready to listen with ice cream, cookies, and milk at the ready if you need them (or whatever your comfort foods are)

You can tell her ANYTHING and she’s ready to listen with no judgment, only kind understanding

She just loves you so, so much, and it’s so clear in every single thing she does as your mother

Edwin is equally kind and caring and loving, although in a slightly different way

Especially once you get into dating-age, he’s running full background checks on anyone you bring home with his SSR and Howard Stark connections

He just adores you and wants to make sure you’re safe and happy, and with someone as wonderful as you are

He’s also pretty easy to talk to though, and you guys share a bunch of special, unique traditions

Following him around in the process of taking care of the Stark Menagerie

Bernard adored you from the first day you met him and your dad’s still salty about it

Making THE PERFECT cup of tea and sharing it together in the living room as you listen to your favorite radio program together

Sitting and talking together over some leftover snacks, long after Ana has gone to bed, just sharing about your days and your lives and everything going on in them

He is low key the BEST dad, it’s incredible

Speaking of snacks, y’all definitely cook and bake together as a family

Like omg, the level of food coming out of your family kitchen??? InSANE

You become such a good cook just from hanging around in the kitchen with the two of them

And you end up loving cooking because they always made it a family event

You gather together, work on things in the kitchen together while talking about your days, eat together, and then do the dishes together

Basically, you three are absolutely inseparable, and you’re completely unashamed to say your parents are your best friends

Additionally, unrelated to Ana and Edwin’s parenting styles, the rest of the crew is so SO protective of you

Like, Peggy Carter would absolutely kill any man that made you feel unsafe/uncomfortable

You grow up calling her “Aunt Peggy”, which is its own kind of incredible, and she’s the fun aunt mischievous influence that we all need in our lives

“Aunt Peggy, this boy’s being mean to me at school”

“Punch him and show him who’s boss once and for all. Here, I’ll show you the right stance”

Daniel, although less chaotic, would also absolutely kill for you

Pity anyone you bring home, honestly

Daniel’s also a good person to go to with anything you might not want to bring to your parents, although there’s basically nothing you can’t talk to them about. He’s always kind and understanding, and if you tell him something in confidence, he never shares it with ANYONE

Jack is the Bad Uncle™ with all the shady skills and questionable advice to go with it

Ana and Edwin left him on babysitting duty exactly one time, and then never again

Still, he comes around for holidays and stuff and always teaches you fun new skills like how to hotwire a car, for emergency purposes only of course

He’d never admit it, but he actually has such a soft spot for you. He loves hanging out with you, and once you get old enough to know when to ignore his bad ideas, he’s on babysitting/chaperone/whatever else duty whenever Ana and Edwin let him take it

One time when Ana and Edwin couldn’t make it to be chaperones on a school trip, Jack volunteered to take their place, and it was an adventure to say the least. But that’s a different fic.

Howard has no idea how to handle kids, but he ends up absolutely loving you

Low key, you’re the reason he decides to have Tony after he gets serious with Maria

It’s just so FUN for him to have a kid around to pass knowledge on to and to share lab time with and everything else that goes with having a science child

Whenever you spend time with him, Ana and Jarvis pick up a few gray hairs from the new information he’s given you that can easily be put to use in terms of mischief

Like Jack, Howard is only allowed to babysit once or twice before Ana and Edwin realize it’s definitely not worth the trouble that comes after a babysitting session

With all your extended family at the SSR and Stark Industries, however, no matter how infrequently they babysit, you are SO. LOVED.

You’re the first kid brought into the mix, and everyone absolutely adores you

And you know you have at least 5 other parents who are hovering around you and ready and willing to help with any little thing besides your actual parents

But as much as that’s a wonderful thing to have, you don’t really need them, because Ana and Edwin are the best parents you could’ve asked for

They’re wonderful, even when you have challenging patches, and you love them more than you could ever express

The three of you are such a loving, tight-knit family, and you’re absolute goals for everyone else

Basically, being an adopted child of the Jarvises is a dream come true, to the same degree that you’re a dream come true for them to have as a child

They love you no matter what and they have your back through everything

Even if it’s not by blood, you’re a Jarvis to the core, and absolutely nothing could ever tell you otherwise

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