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espinosaurusrexex · 9 months

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Give Me a Chance (2)

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader | SteveRogers x Female!Reader

summary: (post body switch) When Bucky finds out about your and Steve's secret, you have to find a way to deal with the aftermath of your slip-up.

a/n: I couldn’t help myself, and there will probably be another, (smutty) part coming 👀

word count: 3.2k

warnings: Steve is still pining, Bucky gets mad, reader is torn, just a whole bunch of drama, fluff, angst, injuries, swearing, allusions to smut - !MINORS DNI!

*✫ 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*

THEN

Steve had tried. He had sat down for several days in his - Bucky’s - room and he had tried to stop himself from being stupid. He had done everything short from locking himself in until the issues were resolved.

At least that’s what he told himself.

But somehow he had found himself back at your door again. It had only been a week. A week of his kissing you, touching your body, and being as close as only his wildest dreams had ever imagined being. A week since he bolted without explanation and ignored you. But it was impossible.

Impossible not to think about you, impossible not to imagine the way your soft fingers curled around his neck when you moaned into his ear, impossible not to want every piece of that moment back in his hands.

Steve adjusted his pants at the thought, the admonition of his betrayal seeping to the back of his mind with every second he spent not thinking about you. It was only a whisper now, a faint suggestion that bothered him like a task undone - a grocery run, a report to finish.

Except, it was so much more than that. It was the century-long relationship with his best friend balancing on the edges of free fall. His honor, his pride, and everything he believed in and stood for. But for some inexplicable reason, he would gladly push it off the cliff for a second longer in your presence.

His fist lifted to knock, but then he hesitated and wrapped his fingers around the door handle.

“Hey, baby,” you smiled at him, towel wrapped tightly around your body and another patting your hair dry. Your skin was glowing with the evening light reflecting on the sheen coat of water on your body, more drops rolling down your chest until they accumulated in your soft towel.

Steve swallowed thickly, his cock straining in his jeans. He didn’t think you’d leave your door unlocked when you were basically naked. This certainly made his plans to just spend time with you more difficult.

“Are you feeling better?” Your hand came up to cup his cheek and softly stroked over the stubble.

“Yeah...” His voice was hoarse from your closeness, a dazed look settling on his face when you touched him. He had told you he wasn’t feeling well the other day - it had bought him a couple days without running into you after assuring you he was okay and just needed some alone time.

“That’s good. I’m glad.” You kissed his cheek and Steve’s face heated up. Then he smiled and watched as you discarded your towels on the chair by your vanity, searching for some clothes in a low drawer.

Steve swallowed again. The way your body bent at the waist, the perfect curve of your ass in the position, skin still dampened and smooth. Another shoot of pleasure made him hide his bulge behind his hands.

“You know, I was thinking about what you said before you went on the last mission. And, so, I talked to Wanda today and she told me about this cute–“ You turned around to him and stopped. “Bucky are you listening?” You smiled but there was worry in your eyes. You approached him again and Steve shifted in his stance. “Are you...” You looked him up and down and then a sly grin replaced your worried frown. “Since when are you hiding boners from me?”

Steve didn’t know what to do. Since I’m Steve! He wanted to shout, but his mouth didn’t open. Instead, he just stood there awkwardly, not able to move, his eyes still glued to you and your perfect body.

“I–“ But you cut him off by moving his hands away.

“What’s going on with you?” A wicked smile spread on your face when your hands began to replace his and you moved even closer to him. Your naked breasts were pressed up against his chest when you leaned up to him.

Steve closed his eyes when warmth spread from his cock to his stomach. You were driving him insane, and he began to relax and fall a little further into your embrace. He was addicted to your touch, just an inch of your body on his and he would surrender to anything you said.

“I’m not complaining, it’s cute. But I’m curious,” your hand danced up his arm, your mouth gifting small hot kisses to his neck and Steve sighed defeatedly. He touched your waist, tenderly squeezing your side when your other hand teased the waistband of his jeans. “Why so shy, Sergeant?”

And instantly, the tension in his shoulders returned. He stepped back and carefully yet certainly pushed you away from him.

Steve wasn’t a sergeant - Bucky was.

Shit.

“I need to go.” God, Steve hated himself for being like this. But he couldn’t bring himself to go further. Even if his body was yearning for you, every fiber of his being reached out to you, but he willed it silent.

You reached out to him again and Steve took another step back. “Bucky,” your voice broke a little, “Are you really okay?”

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly, slightly lightened by being truthful for once. His heart was aching for you, his fingers itching to get your warm skin beneath them again, but his head was screaming at him to leave.

“Talk to me... please.” Your eyes were glossy, your face so worried for him. Except it wasn’t for him. It was for Bucky. And Steve never thought he would feel this way ever, but at that moment, he really hated being Bucky Barnes - the man who had the most perfect woman worrying after him but who was caging himself in misery under Steve’s control.

He shook his head sadly as he backed to the door. “I am so... so sorry.” Steve dared to look you in the eyes one last time and then walked through the door.

NOW

Steve pushed at his crotch and shook his head at the memory flashing in his mind. He tried to focus on his report, but your laugh was echoing through the halls as Bucky chased after you and past his office door.

❁ ❁ ❁

Bucky pushed you against the wall with his hands on your hips, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Can’t you wait until we’re inside?” You moaned as he sucked on your sweet spot, your hands instantly reaching up to bury in his hair. He was too good at it. The moment his lips reconnected with your skin the world around you seemed forgotten. He could make you shed your clothes right in the hallway with Steve’s open door only feet away.

Steve...

You thought of him and your heartbeat slowed a little. It had been a week since you found out about the incident, and it had only been a day since you had decided to forgive Bucky and Steve for not telling you. And it had been two weeks since you had made out with your boyfriend’s best friend.

But the weirdest part was, you felt almost indifferent to your unintentional semi-cheating. Well, indifferent might have been the wrong word for it. More like... it didn’t feel wrong. Which was honestly a horrible thing to say or even think. But you couldn’t deny that there had always been a strong connection between you and Steve and your memory becoming stuck on the small moment you had gotten to spend with him just showed you what kind of connection it really was.

Steve had liked you for a while - at least according to Natasha - and Bucky had also dropped a few comments about his best friend’s fondness for you. You never took it seriously though. Never paid it any mind. Because you had Bucky and you loved him, and you didn’t want to ruin a great friendship with Steve... or the decade of devotion he and your boyfriend shared.

But - damn - ever since the day you found out in Bruce’s lab, you couldn’t keep your mind off the way he kissed you. The way he had caressed you, and touched you in ways that now very clearly showed how much he was not taking you for granted. Not that Bucky did... but his touch had become familiar by now. Steve’s was - thinking back in it now - new, and excited a part in your body that had long been quiet.

Bucky guided you past the threshold of your room. His hands were all over your body, grabbing and palming until you felt dizzy from the way his tongue licked wet hot strokes up your neck.

The last time you’d kissed him in here, he had been Steve. Steve who had visibly fought with his own mind not to cross another line with you and his best friend.

Your emotions became sandy, every kiss of Bucky’s splitting into grainy flashbacks of Steve’s but, to your surprise, it just added to the pleasure building in your body.

Your hand grabbed for Bucky, desperate for something to hold on to, hot breath fanning past your skin when he moaned at the slight pull you did to his hair.

The door closed with a thud and seconds later, you were pressed against it. Your shirt had gone off somewhere between moans and kisses and your hands were working to remove Bucky’s already.

When it was off, he pressed his body to yours, caging you in his being. Stuck between hot skin and cool wall, you felt his legs next to yours. And kiss-drunk as he made you, you moved one of your feet between his.

“Please...” Your plea got swallowed in another hot sigh.

“Please what, princess?” Bucky mumbled to your skin, his hands now squeezing your breasts, teasing your nipples and pulling grasp after gasp from your lips.

“Do it again, please.” You pushed up against his thigh until the familiar friction shot bolts of pleasure up your body. A hazy slump overtook you as Bucky smiled into your neck, seemingly enjoying the way you got off on his thigh.

“You like that, doll?”

“Yes!” You lulled in pleasure, your head falling forward and into his chest. “Feels so good, Steve.” You moaned and immediately whined when Bucky retracted his body from yours.

“W- what?” You shook out of your trance. But Bucky just stared at you, an unintelligible expression on his face.

You couldn’t quite make it out. Confusion, worry, intrigue, maybe even a hint of amusement. But he stayed quiet.

“What did you just say?” His voice was husky and you couldn’t tell if it was from the heated moment just seconds prior or another reason.

“What did I say? Did I say something wrong?”

“You called me Steve.” And just like that, your heart dropped its excitement, a shiver replacing the steady thumb of it until you were fully back in the room.

Shit. Fuckingshitfuck.

“I- I didn’t mean to... I’m so sorry. I just- we have been talking about the switching thing all day and I–“ Bucky held up his hand, his eyes turning dark. Only a glimmer reached you when he stormed past you and opened the door.

❁ ❁ ❁

Bucky wasn’t stupid. He knew something had been off with Steve. And he also knew that his best friend had had eyes on you the moment you stepped into the compound. He just didn't think Steve’d go for you without his permission. And while Bucky was trying to fix their situation that was.

Before all this, Bucky might have considered letting him join in on the fun he had with you, but right now? He just wanted to smash his best friend’s head through a window.

There had been several tests to their friendship throughout the years. One of them - perhaps the most challenging one - being the Winter Soldier and his almost killing Steve, but this... it was all past them. They had agreeably opened a new chapter of their life and for Steve - prideful and righteous Mr. America - to go and betray him like this just punched another bruise in Bucky’s ego.

Nostrils flared and fists clenching at the sides, Bucky stomped down the hallway to the already open office door. The anger just kept building up until it was boiling over after the short walk.

Steve shot up from his chair, sending it flying backward when he noticed his best friend standing in the doorway - fuming.

“You kissed her didn’t you?” Bucky spat at him, his feet taking him forward until Steve was forced to take a step back.

“I what?” His blue eyes were wide, almost timid but stoic nevertheless. Bucky could see that scrawny Brooklyn kid buried within them - scared, but not willing to back down - reckless.

...and an idiot.

“Don’t even act stupid.” Spite licked up the brunette's neck in hot flames. It wasn’t necessarily that somebody touched you that agitated him - you could defend yourself fairly well - it was that it was Steve and without saying a word.

He could have talked to him, he could have asked, he used to tell him everything.

Steve was swallowing hard, the lack of height difference and build did nothing to make Bucky seem less intimidating. He was ready to kill someone, and Steve just happened to be the closest jackass around right now.

Still, the blonde stayed silent.

Unbelievable. The nerve he had to act innocent when he had Bucky’s girl moaning Steve’s name when Bucky had found a new way to pleasure her... Yeah, that stung.

After a while, Steve averted his eyes, the guilt seeping through them almost reaching Bucky. Though he wouldn’t give in, still.

“Where’d you kiss her huh?” He pushed his shoulders. “Her lips, her neck?!” Steve kept stumbling back until he hit the desk and sent a couple pens tumbling to the ground.

But he didn’t say a word. Which, in Bucky’s eyes, just fed into his guilt.

“I bet you jerk off to the memory of it still. God, you’re so pathetic.” Steve gasped nearly inaudibly. And Bucky almost regretted what he had said if he didn't believe it to be true. The person speaking right now wasn’t he. At least not the ‘he’ Bucky wanted to ever see the light of day.

“Bucky..” Steve swallowed thickly but trailed off without saying another word. The blonde's Jaw clenched as his eyes looked anywhere but his best friend’s face.

“Did you touch her too?” Bucky pushed further. The Desk prevented Steve from backing away anymore but Bucky would gladly pull him across it to prove his point. “Huh? Did you put your filthy hands on her and made her moan, made her come?”

That’s when Steve suddenly sprung to life again. His eyes wide and his hands falling he shook his head. “No, I-“

“Fuck, I knew you liked her but I didn’t think you’d betray me like that.”

“Bucky listen-”

“No you listen! She’s mine! You can’t just take what’s mine. Even when you are me! She’s not yours! She doesn’t want you. You weren’t oh mighty Captain America when you had her. You were me! She wants me!” Bucky blinked away his tears before Steve’s annoying stare could catch them, his heart hammering in his chest as he heaved before his friend. “She’s mine.” It was only a whisper now that Bucky was yet again reminded of his best friend’s betrayal.

Nobody would take you away from him. The fire reignited in him and Bucky fixed his posture again.

“Get that through your thick skull,” he tapped Steve’s forehead only to have the blonde swat his hand away and take a step forward.

“Didn’t seem that way when she moaned in my arms-“

“You bastard!” Bucky lunged forward, landing a punch to Steve’s facet emphasizing every word he spat at him.

“Don’t.” punch “Touch.” punch “What’s.” another “Mine.” And one more for good measure. But as Bucky swung back his fist, he felt another, much softer hand holding him back.

“Stop it right now!”

❁ ❁ ❁

You squeezed between the men the second Bucky turned to you. Back pressed to Steve’s chest and Bucky’s wrist still in your hand you watched as your boyfriend’s gaze softened ever so slightly under all the rage covering his features.

You stared at him, waiting, not quite sure what to say to him. Because you cared too much for either of them. And you were scared to actually tell Bucky how much you wanted them both. It’s wasn’t fair to him or Steve. And it was a shit move from your stupid fucking heart. And it seemed like Bucky knew that.

He was still breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring as his eyes swayed between you and Steve behind you. The tension, if even possible, rose and you could see it on his face - the way the vein popped on his forehead and his jaw wired shut.

He would never hurt you, you knew that, which was why you didn’t move an inch away from Steve, too afraid he’d take another hit for something you were just as responsible for.

An awfully long silence overtook the room. You hated it, and every second of that utterly hurt look on Bucky’s face and Steve’s heavy breaths behind you.

“Fuck this!” It suddenly burst out of the man in front of you. Bucky yanked his arm out of your grasp with a scornful look and stomped out into the hall.

You stood and watched until the sound of his angry footsteps disappeared and a lonely tear ran down your face. It was awful seeing him like this, angry and helpless - defeated almost. But you finally felt like breathing again.

“You didn't have to do that.” Steve’s voice was raspy, his gaze trained on the ground when you turned around to him.

Your hand wandered to his cheek, a careful thumb stroking his skin as your eyes locked on the split lip and the bruise already forming beneath his eye. I did, you wanted to say but stopped yourself just in time.

“Are you okay?” It passed over your lips as you tried to catch his gaze. But Steve’s stare was focused on the door Bucky had just left through. “Steve,” you tried again and tilted his head downward until he finally looked at you.

You could only imagine what he felt like. Much like you, the relationship he had with Bucky was intimate and strong. He was probably just as torn between running after him and staying close to you as you were. And you hated that Steve struggled just as much.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he reiterated, almost trance-like, and for some reason you understood his reaction too well.

You pulled him into a hug after checking him over one more time and then muffled a relieved ‘just say thank you’ into his chest when you realized Bucky hadn’t gotten too rough on him.

❁ ❁ ❁

Steve felt his muscles relax once your arms encased him. Hell, he’d relaxed the second you came in to protect him like his knight in shining armor. And even though you quite obviously knew that he liked you by now, he hoped you didn’t feel his heart hammering in his chest when you leaned into him.

Careful hands reached up to place on your back, aware of the last time he’d done so with far different intentions. Steve willed himself to have them glued to one place, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he closed his eyes briefly and took a second to forget about all the new troubles that had just arisen.

When he opened them again, they locked with all too familiar blue ones right across the room. A spiteful gleam decorating Bucky’s face as his fists clenched beside his body. Steve swallowed hard, shamefully feeling just half the pity he should have.

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a/n: Not too fond of how the “reader-steps-in-Part” turned out, so I might rewrite that some other time. But I haven’t posted in so long, it was time to come back 💞 How’s everyone? I’ve missed you 💓

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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So english is not my first language but i really like your stories

I was thinking for big Sister!reader

Some Girl (and i Will love If it's Carol) flirt and ask reader out on a date

Then Nat and Yelena be jealous

sorry if there's something wrong, my writing in english is not the best

This is so funny you sent this ask right before I was about to post this story because I had it written that our lovely reader was going to end up with Carol. This doesn't have the jealousy part you are looking for but I wanted Yelena and Nat to be protective and being annoying younger sisters first. I'm down to write more with Carol and the reader! Just let me know!

Patient

Warning: none, just gay panic lol

Word Count: 3.5k

“I’m sorry, sestra, but we can’t help you,” Natasha said, spreading peanut butter on the bread. She cut the sandwich in half and placed the plate in front of you. You didn’t ask your sisters for help freeing Widows because they had their own Avenger duties. But a higher level Widow was found in New York City and after what happened when you dealt with the last Widow no one wanted you to deal with those types of Widows by yourself. “Fury just assigned us to a mission in South America with Wanda and Vision.”

“Why don’t you ask someone else on the team to help?’ Yelena asked, biting into her sandwich. You sighed. You didn’t want to get the others involved in the mess the Red Room created. Besides you weren’t an Avenger so you felt bad for asking for help.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I’ll figure something out.” You could ask Soyna to help but the risk was far too great.

“Thank you for meeting with me.” You turned around to see Steve and a woman you didn’t recognize. She had shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She was wearing a green bomber jacket and black jeans. She was a former military, that much you knew.

“Anytime Captain,” she shook Steve’s hand. She looked in your direction and caught you staring. She winked. You felt your face heat up and turned around. Yelena giggled next to you, you slapped her leg.

“Hey Carol,” Natasha said. You heard footsteps coming up behind you. Carol walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up an apple. “How long are you on Earth for?” You weren’t sure what she meant by that but you kept your mouth shut.

“A few days. Maybe longer. I don’t have any pressing matters to deal with.” She took a bite of the apple. “Who is this?”

“This is our sister,” Yelena introduced. You told her your name and held out your hand.

“Carol Danvers,” she said, shaking your hand. Her hand was smooth and her handshake was firm. “This is the famous sister you’ve told us so much about.” You looked at your sisters.

“Did you tell everyone about me?” You asked. You thought it was cute but it was annoying when you entered a room and everyone knew who you were but you were lost on who was in the room.

“I would if I had a sister that did what you did. It’s incredibly admirable.” You felt your face heat up at the compliment.

“Uh thank you.” Carol smiled.

“I’ll see you around.” She left and headed towards the training area. Natasha and Yelena laughed.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, angrily taking a bit out of your sandwich.

“Your face was as red as that apple she was eating.” Yelena giggled. You sighed, standing up and putting your dirty plate in the dishwasher.

“Sestra, we are just messing with you,” Natasha said.

“I know,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “I have to go figure out this Widow situation. I’ll see you guys at dinner.”

It was late. You managed to not make a foul out of yourself at dinner and you wanted to go to bed but you needed to figure out your plan. Aline Belyaev was the Widow currently in the city. Her current job was working for the Red Lotus. It was going to be messy, and dangerous. You sighed, taking a sip of your beer. “Hey stranger,” you heard Carol’s voice as she opened the door. You were working outside, enjoying the night weather. She sat down next to you with our beer. “What’s got you up so late?”

“I feel like I could ask you the same question.” She smiled.

“It’s hard for me to sleep at normal times when I’m on Earth.” She said. You nodded. You did your research on her. Carol Danvers was a former air force pilot born in 1965. She was a Kree and her powers came from being exposed to the Tesseract. She was impressive. “So, what’s your reasoning?” You sighed.

“I have a Widow still under Dreykov’s control in New York. She's at a higher level so I asked Natasha and Yelena for help.” Carol nodded.

“Right. Natasha was telling me about this.” You suppressed a groan. Of course, she would mention it to her. You were gonna kill your sister. “Do you need help?” She asked. You looked at her.

“Do you want to help me?” You questioned.

“Yeah, I don’t have anything going on and it seems like fun.” You weren’t sure if fun was the way you would describe it.

“It could be dangerous.” You said. She smirked. You hated the way your heart skipped.

“I like danger.”

New York City

You were right. Alina was a very good fighter. You were chasing her through a shipping yard. “We need to get in front of her.” You said to Carol. She nodded.

“Leave it to me.”

“Don’t hurt her.” You didn’t miss the smirk on her face as she flew into the air. You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help but smile. You had to admit it was nice having someone with you that you weren’t constantly worried about.

“She’s headed to a small boat,” Carol said through your earpiece. “She’s taking the next right.” You turned right early to cut her off.

“We need to stop her before she gets on that boat.”

“On it.” You heard the grunts as Carol started to fight Alina. You came up behind them as Alina turned around to run.

“Hi,” you waved. Alina took out a baton and it charged with electricity. You made a mental note to have Tony make one. She charged at you. You dogged it but the sound of electricity caused a shiver to go down your spine. You kicked Alina on her chest. She stumbled backward and Carol grabbed the baton and brought it to Alina’s neck. The Widow struggled against her.

“Expose her anytime,” Carol said. You took the vial out of your pocket and broke it in front of Alina’s face. Her pupils glowed red and she stopped struggling. Carol let her go and stepped away from her. You told her that exposing Widows to the Red Dust can be overwhelming to them. Alina’s eyes darted around.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said, holding out your hands. “You're safe. The Red Room is gone. Dreykov is dead.” She looked at her. Her face dropped as the rush of memories washed over her. You couldn’t imagine what these girls went through.

“I didn’t have a choice,” she said. “He made me do it.” You nodded.

“I know. I know.” You caught the Widow in your arms as she cried against you. You held her tight and looked at Carol. She smiled at you.

“Do you want to get some drinks?” Carol asked. You brought Alina to the safe house you had set up in the city for Widows you’ve saved. It had all the supplies they needed to get back on their feet and Melina would reach out to them. You and Carol were headed back to the apartment when Carol asked.

“Sure,” you said. “We should probably change.” You weren’t sure if walking into a bar in a tactical suit was a good idea. Carol laughed.

“You are probably right.” So, you were staring at the clothes you had with you. You didn’t bring many options with you not expecting to go out. You sighed, half tempted to text your sisters for help but you did not need them laughing at you. You changed into a pair of jeans and a black top. You braided your hair as Carol knocked on your door. You opened it and thanked all your years of training to keep your jaw from dropping. She was wearing black jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket over her shoulder.

“You look good,” she said. You tried to hide your blush but you knew you failed by Carol’s smile.

“So do you. Ready?” She held out her hand and took it.

Carol insisted on getting the first round as you found a place to sit. You decided on a high-top table in the corner. Your back was to the wall and you could watch the door. Even at a bar, it was hard to turn that part of your brain off. The bar was a little busy on Thursday. There were two pool tables, a dart board, and a jukebox. Carol came back with two beers. “Can you even get drunk?” You asked, taking a sip.

“I’ve had some Asgardian ale before and that has kicked my ass.” You laughed. “How about you? Is your blood made out of vodka or something?”

“Was that a really bad Russian joke?” She nodded, hiding your smile behind her drink.

“I’ll have you know that yes I can get drunk like you it takes a lot.”

This was nice. You’ve never done something like this before. You’ve never had someone that you considered a friend to go to a bar with. But then you’ve spent the majority of your adult life controlled by a man. You took turns getting to know one another. Carol told you how she met Nick Fury and you told her how you took down the Red Room with Yelena and Natasha. You kept some stuff to yourself, not ready to share some parts of yourself. “Do you want to play pool?” She asked. You looked at the table.

“I’ve never played before.” You told her. You’ve been around the table but a mission never required you to play. She finished her drink and held out her hand.

“I’ll teach you. Something tells me you’ll be good at it.” You didn’t expect to have to be so close to Carol to learn how to play pool. The rules were simple enough but the hardest part was to aim with Carol so close to you. You leaned against the pool table as Carol stood next to you. “Your aim looks good. So does your stance. Let it go.” You hit the cue ball, and it bounced against the solid color and ended up in the hole. You looked at Carol. “See I told you.”

After a few more games, Carol beat you by one game but you won against her when you switched to darts, you headed back to the apartment. You were leaving early in the morning to head back to the compound. You weren’t drunk but the beers you drank made you feel warm. “That was fun,” you said. “I’ve done anything like that before.”

“Well,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

Unfortunately, Carol had to return to space and you went back to St. Petersburg to help Melina create more of the Red Dust and rehabilitate some of the Widows you’ve freed. You’ve kept in touch with everyone; facetime with your sisters, text messages with Wanda, and watched a baseball game with Sam over video chat. But the one person you couldn’t talk to was Carol. It was a weird feeling you’ve never experienced before; missing someone that wasn’t family, someone you considered a friend. After a month of being away, you were back at the compound in the training room. You punched the sandbag in front of you. Right hook, left hook, right hook again. “Hey, stranger.” You spun around to see Carol. You smiled at her.

“I feel like I should be calling you that.” She smiled, rolling her eyes as she closed the distance between you two. “How was space?” Her smile faltered.

“Tiring.” She said. You touched her arm, trying to comfort her in some way.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She looked down at your hand on her arm. “Sorry.” You pulled your arm back and blushed.

“I rather punch something than talk.” You smirked.

“I’ve been told I’m a decent fighter.” Carol chuckled.

“I would expect nothing less.”

You stopped out of your bathroom when a knock echoed in your room. You threw the towel on the floor and opened your door. “Hey sis,” Yelena was standing in front of you. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you want to join me and Wanda for a movie night.” You did enjoy movie nights with them because they introduced you to pop culture that you’ve missed. But you had plans.

“I can’t tonight,” you told her. “Carol asked to hang out and catch up.” Yelena blinked at you. Then her smile grew. “What?” You asked slowly.

“You have a date.” Your eyes widened and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“It’s not a date. We are friends who haven’t seen each other in a while. That’s it.” Her smile grew.

“Sounds like a date. Besides the way you look at each other, I wouldn’t classify you as ‘friends’ and rumor has it she was asking about you when she reported to Steve.” Your heart began to pound. The organ was beating against your ribs. “So what happened in the city?” She asked.

“N-nothing,” you stuttered. She didn’t look like she believed you. “I swear! Nothing happened.” You said. Yelena hummed.

“Well, I’ll let you get ready for your date.” She left you stunned as she closed the door. You stumbled back on your bed and stared at the ground. Did you look at Carol differently? You didn’t think you did. As a Widow you were trained in the art of seduction, your body was your greatest weapon. Carol was just a friend, right? Right? You moved your hands up and down your face and fell onto your back. Were you giving off signals without thinking about it because of your training?

“Breath,” you mumbled. “Breath.” If you put yourself into a panic attack it would help no one. You sighed. What if it was a date? You’ve never gone on a real date. Anytime you went out with a man or woman it was orchestrated by the Red Room. But now you are free. Your emotions and feelings were your own. But you didn’t know what you were feeling. “Stop!” You yelled into the quietness of your room.

“Are you alright, Miss. Y/n?” The AI asked. “Your heart rate is erratic. Do I need to notify someone?” You shook your head.

“No, I’m okay,” you sighed. “Thank you, FRIDAY.” You laid back down with your eyes closed. It was going to be okay. You kept telling yourself that and it had to be true.

Yelena ran to find Natasha. The AI said she was in a meeting with Wanda and Sam for an upcoming mission. She knocked on the door and entered without waiting for an answer. Natasha looked up with an annoyed expression on her face. “We are in a meeting,” Yelena smiled, walking over to her with her hands behind her back.

“I’m aware but I do need to burrow you.”

“Can it wait?” She asked. Yelena shook her head. Natasha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. Sam smiled.

“Go, we are almost done here anyways.” He said. Yelena always liked Sam. Natasha stood up before she could organize the files Yelena grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room.

“Yelena!” Her sister yelled. She heard Sam and Wanda laugh as she dragged Natasha to a more private area. “What the hell is going on?” Natasha asked as soon as Yelena stopped.

“Carol asked Y/n to hang out tonight.”

“Like on a date?” Natasha questioned. The younger Black Widow shrugged.

“She didn’t say it was a date but we know it could be a date and she could be a little oblivious to it like you were with Maria.” She loved her sister but it was painful watching her dance around her feelings. Natasha glared at her. “But we know how Carol is and I don’t want her to get hurt.” Natasha sighed. Carol was a textbook definition of a playboy.

“Let’s go talk to her.”

They found Carol outside reading over a case file. She glanced over the file as they walked over to her. “As much as I love seeing the famous Widow Duo I have a feeling this conversation isn’t a friendly one.” She said, closing the file and placing it on the table. Natasha crossed her arms.

“What are your intentions with our sister?” She asked. “And be honest with me, Carol. We’ve been through enough together to have that level of trust.” Yelena was tasked with watching her more than doing the talking. It’s amazing what the body could say when your words said something else. Carol sat up straighter at the mention of you.

“My intentions with your sister.” She said, slowly. Natasha nodded. “We are friends.” She looked down and away. She was nervous. Interesting.

“Look,” Natasha sat down in the empty chair. “If you are looking for a quick fuck go find someone else.” She was startled by the accusation.

“It’s not like that.” She defended herself.

“Then enlighten me.” Carol sighed.

“Your sister isn’t like anyone I’ve met before and I’ve traveled the cosmos.” She was being honest. “So, I would like to get to know her better and be her friend first. Then if something evolves from that go from there. I’m not looking for a quick fuck, I promise.” Yelena believed her.

“You're right,” Yelena said. “Our sister isn’t like anyone you’ve met which makes her very special.”

“But she’s not like us, Carol,” she pointed to herself and Yelena. “She gave herself to the devil for us to have a normal life which means she’s only been free for less than a year.” Carol nodded.

“I understand.”

“Just be patient with her,” Natasha added. “And if we find out that you hurt her in any capacity we will kill you.”

“Kree or not we will end you.” Yelena threatened. Carol laughed, shaking her head.

“If I hurt her, I will gladly accept anything you throw at me.”

A knock on your door startled you out of your thoughts. You took a steady breath and opened the door. Carol was standing in front of you, wearing jeans and a red flannel. But her smile was what took your breath away. Shit. You had to pull it together. “Hi.” She said.

“Hello.”

“Are you ready?” She asked. You nodded and followed her to where she was taking you in silence. She seemed lost in thought, something was laying heavily on her mind. She opened the door to a closed-off porch that had a small table that was set up in front of a couch with a collar of beer and food. This felt like a date. “Is this okay?” She asked, suddenly feeling unsure of herself.

“It’s great.” You said, sitting down. Before she joined you, she made a small fire in the fireplace and sat down. Conversation flowed easily between you two as you ate and drank. She told you about her time in space and you talked about living in St. Petersburg. Soon the conversation died down but the silence wasn’t awkward. Carol was playing with a bottle cap between her fingers. She looked at you.

“Are you okay?” You both asked at the same time. You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. Carol smiled.

“I’m okay,” you told her. “But are you? You seem a little distant.” Was it you? You’ve been conscious of how you’ve been acting to not lead her on. Carol sighed.

“Your sisters came and gave me shovel talk.” You groaned. It was pay back for the shovel you gave Maria. But if she got a shovel talk…

“Is this a date?” You asked.

“Do you want it to be a date?” She questioned. You weren’t expecting that question.

“Uh. I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “I’ve never done this before.” You sighed. “My entire life has been controlled. For once, I’m a little out of my element.” Carol smiled, taking your hand in hers.

“We can be friends,” Carol said. “I told your sisters that I find you incredibly fascinating. There isn’t anyone else like you in the entire galaxy.” You blushed at her compliment. “I want to get to know you better and we’ll see where it goes. Is that okay?” You nodded.

“Yeah, sounds good.” She let go of your hand. To your surprise, you missed the feeling of her hand.

“So, what’s your favorite color?” She asked. You looked at her, stunned by the question.

“My favorite color?” You asked. She nodded. Did you have a favorite color? You weren’t sure. You were never asked that question before. “I don’t know,” you told her. “I’ve never thought about it before.” You were focused on surviving and making sure your sisters were safe. You didn’t have time to busy your mind with questions like that. “I don’t know much about me as a person. I’ve always been a weapon for someone to use.” You didn’t realize how sad that sounded until you said it out loud. Who were you outside the person the Red Room made? Who was the real you? Carol smiled.

“I’ll be there to help you find out if you like.” It was your choice. Something so simple, she gave you a choice.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “I’d like that a lot.

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Surprise Set Visit

Florence Pugh x Female Reader

You and your daughter surprise Florence on her set

Note: This is based on this request. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Florence Pugh Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You wake up to the feeling of your wife snuggling up against you. She breathes deeply and you feel her breath on your neck. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around her. Her soft skin basks in your touch.

“Good morning, Florence,” you say softly, breaking the silence of the morning.

Evidence of the late night before lingers as she barely mumbles a morning greeting. She kisses your neck where she rests, and you take that as suitable greeting.

You kiss Florence’s head and try to sit up to grab your phone. She pulls you closer, not letting you go.

“You gotta get up, baby. You have to go to work,” you tell her. This time she grunts loudly, but she sits up and does her best to smile at you. You take in her messy blonde hair and her stunning sleepy smile. “You’re so cute.”

“You’re the best, darling. You can go back to sleep,” Florence says.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll go ahead and start my day. I’m sure Ivy will appreciate my early get up,” you say.

“Oh yeah. She’ll be thrilled to see Mama up so early,” Flo says. She drops a kiss to your cheek and goes to the bathroom.

You get out of bed and make Florence’s tea for her. You’re not as good at it as she is, but she always appreciates your effort. Your wife comes into the kitchen dressed in jeans and one of your hoodies.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Okay, Flo. Go crush it. I love you,” you tell her.

“I love you too. Tell Ivy I love her too,” Florence says.

With a kiss to your lips, she’s out the door. Your toddler starts calling for you not even a minute later.

It’s around lunchtime when you send Florence a photo of your daughter. She had finished coloring a photo and wanted to show Mum. Florence replied saying she missed you both and that she was bored on set.

An hour later, you are calling Florence and telling her that you are on set.

“My darlings!” Florence greets you and Ivy. The little girl runs to her Mum and hugs her. Flo lifts her up and kisses her cheeks over and over again.

“Hey, babe. We thought we’d surprise you on set. Is that okay?” you ask her, a little nervous about your decision.

“Definitely! I’m so glad you’re here,” Florence says. She kisses you now and you feel all of your worries dissipate.

Florence holds Ivy and takes your hand as she takes you on a tour of the set. You meet her costars and a lot of the crew. A particularly nice camera operator offers to let Ivy help them with the cameras.

You and Florence watch as your daughter has the time of her life playing on set.

“This is great, darling. I’m so glad you came,” Florence says.

“Me too, Flo. Honestly, we just missed you, but the set tour was a cool bonus,” you say with a smile.

“I missed you too, y/n. One more month and then I’m home all day every day. Soak it up before you’re tired of me,” Florence jokes.

“I could never get tired of you, Flossie. We’re in this for life.”

“Yes we are,” Florence agrees.

She kisses you perhaps a little bit too intensely for being in public and pulls away with a blush on her cheeks, which you kiss a few times a piece in response. You pull her into a hug and watch as your daughter continues to have fun. It’s the perfect day.

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#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh comfort #florence pugh fluff #florence pugh

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dropout-if · 9 months

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I absolutely love the clown drabble that you did for Stadler and my heart melts for them ❤❤❤ I'm sorry if I sound demanding on that ask, I was gonna ask nicely but my excitement (and clumsy hands) got the better of me and I apologized again.

So for this ask, imagine on a road trip, a purely wholesome vibe. I wonder how would the RO + polyam react when they caught MC sneakingly taking picture of them (MC wanted to save the picture as their phone background).

AND if they decided to confront MC, how would the ROs + polyam console the devastated MC who accidentally deleted the picture out of embarrassment after being caught red-handed...

Thank you!!! And don't worry pls I seriously didn't get the feeling that you were sounding demanding or anything^^💕

I really liked that drabble thanks for requesting it!

MC takes a picture

Jade/Jean- there's a bemused smile tugging at the corner of their lips. They tease, “Were you doing something?” J leans in to peek at your picture, telling you, “That’s nice and all, but— warn me next time.”

Uma- the urge to pretend nothing happened presents itself but, as it turns out, Uma can’t hold back the little chuckle of amusement. “Do you want a picture of me? You know you can ask.”

Statler- “You’re so cute,” Statler all but coos. Their arm encircles your waist, and they kiss your cheek. When Statler pulls back, they smile brightly, “I want one too— Of us. Do you want to?”

Wanda- As if a flick has been switched, Wanda strikes a pose—dramatically—she grins brightly. It’s an attempt to make you laugh—Wanda winks at you, “Can we get matching ones? I want Gabi and your pretty face as my lock screen!”

Kai- a mischievous grin spreads across their face. “Did you get my good side? Can I see it? I promise I won’t be too critical,” Kai laughs.

Travis- raises an eyebrow, Travis doesn't say anything as you take the picture. When he finally does, he grumbles a resigned, “If you share that with anyone...”

Alofray- “Hey [Name],” Kai grins, wicked, “Does J’s massive ego fit in the frame?” To which J has barely any outward reaction other than rolling their eyes and asking, “What about Kai’s massive head?” “I don’t have a massive head, dickhead.” “Of course not, dear.”

Camarat- Travis notices before Uma does, and he shifts slightly in their direction. When Uma does notice, they smile, tease you about your sneakiness—all while Travis gives you a glare, ‘Don’t you dare tell them I helped.’

MC deletes the picture accidentally

Jade/Jean- “Ah. Why’d you delete it? Did you change your mind?” J tilts their head. They give a little shrug— J has never been a huge fan of pictures. “You can take another one later if you feel like it.”

Uma- gives you a warm and understanding smile, “Hey, now. Don’t worry about pictures. The moment is what matters. And I’m having fun, are you having fun?”

Statler- “Ah. Sorry,” they cringe a bit awkwardly, shouldering the blame like it’s their second nature. “Does— I’d still want one of us, if that’s alright?”

Wanda- takes out her phone, grins, “My turn, darling,” Wanda takes a picture of you, she looks at it fondly, “You make a good model.”

Kai- good-naturedly, Kai chuckles, “Hey shutterbug, no need to get nervous. I think— This is way better lighting either way.”

Travis- “Why do I feel bad celebrating...?” he mumbles. Travis motions for you to take another— then, another vague gesture: just get on with it before he changes his mind.

Alofray- J sighs, “Look what you’ve done.” To which Kai gasps, offended, “How is this my fault!?” You don’t know how or why—well you are the why, aren’t you—but neither Kai nor J take the bait. They don’t bicker as always, they turn to help you instead.

Camarat- “Give it here,” Travis says quietly. He takes your phone from you, positions you and Uma on either side, and takes a selfie with the most deadpan face you’ve seen on him—amused, Uma smiles brightly beside him.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #ros #poly #alofray #camarat #j gray #kai alofa #statler amani #travis camaro #uma bharat #wanda pavon

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An excuse to come into ur inbox 🤍

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8LdPvrD/

In all honesty, how are u? Are u feeling better? How is life treating u? Have u been taking care? Pls take care. U know I'm only a message away if u need/want to talk 🫂 ur the only star in my Universe that I stare at every night to admire 💖

I’M LOSING MY MIND CAUSE I LEGIT SAVED THAT TO SEND TO YOU OH MY GOSH! Our fyps really be like 👯‍♀️ TWINS! Kissing you all over😘🥰

Me? Great fine fantastic (not exactly but I’m no longer dying). COVID’s gone so yay :) the infection…complicated. Kidneys are killing me but oh well I can’t really do anything bout it but it’s coolio :) and don’t worry about me, I’m taking care as much as I can. And of course, imma come bother you very very soon🤭😌

Also pls that’s the cutest thing I’ve heard😭 c’mere so I can squash you🫂

1. Funny story, I started swiping when I was getting ready to send this to you yesterday but I saw the jade tub and the music and suddenly I just started writing tons and tons and I ended up forgetting to send. But yeah. The jade is very pretty and calming but I feel the way it's set up would make me a lil claustrophobic. The pinks a bit lout but I'd never leave

2. The pink is so pretty and I wanted to choose it but I felt like if I had to smell it irl it would be too floral and make my head hurt :( so I chose the green(also I'd picked so much pink in this)

3. It reminds me of a perfume I had before it was soooo pretty and smelled so good. Baby Rose Jeans

4. The waistline for the green would look weird on me but I know the pink would look so cute on me. Plus all my pajamas are pink anyways so it's only fitting

5. Pink robe is giving dramatics! Beauty! Elegance! 'Oh no my rich husband has been found murdered in the parlor whatever shall I do now with all this money left to me in the will' ! I love it sm

6. Lil frog is so cute but the pink is more something I would have in my cupboard

7. A BEE OH MY GOSH🥰

8. Mmm raspberries. I haven't had them since I was a child so gimme gimme gimme

9. The pink is a bit too much over the top in the wrong shade but the green is so beautiful. Me in my green room in my pink pajamas would be the perfect combo!

10. Fahrenheit 451 has been on my tbr list for the last half decade maybe more and one day I'll get there hopefully

11. Can you imagine the green room with the soft pink light shining pink roses onto the wall? Ugh I'm in love. It would be so so so pretty

12. Pink Teddy bear reminds me of the blue Teddy bear I have

13. Green looks like it might be scratchy against my skin. Also the pink looks so cozy and warm

This whole tiktok is so Cosmo and Wanda and I'm loving it sm! You're such an angel and now that I'm feeling better, I'm gonna get to your other asks which I've been staring at with heart eyes🥰🥰(especially the aquarium one. I think about it sm its so sweet)

Anyways, I'd missed doing these with you so this was so so much fun. And trust imma be back setting up camp in your ask box soon 😌

Ilysm and I'm with you always. Mwah mwah mwah keeping you wrapped tight in my heart and my arms

Also did this before I slept so I'm feeling so many sleepy vibes from you rn😴

#val ❀#my beautiful rose🌹#this was so long goodness😭

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measuringbliss · 1 month

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Spider-Man Read-Through BONUS: Marvel Team-Up 2 (#36-79)

MASTERPOST

Continuing the same concept as the previous post, that is, a quick catch-up to not miss anything regarding Peter's social life.

In #36, Spider-Man fights with Frankenstein's monster. As in, they fight enemies together! That's nice. Peter says that with Gwen's clone, he's more inclined to believe in ridiculous stuff like his acolyte's existence. They try to save a woman in distress, but it was actually a SHIELD agent in disguise, who's after the monster-maker that trapped Spidey and Frankenstein's monster in the first place!

It's fun to see the three of them as allies. The monster eventually finds Spidey about to fight... Man-Wolf!

In #37, the story continues and the (hot) monster-maker traps Spidey and Frankenstein's monster AGAIN.

What an unfortunate bubble.

Don't worry, they escape. Again. Meanwhile, the SHIELD agent is with Man-Wolf, who eventually protects her from actual wolves. She flees at the first chance. Spidey soon finds Man-Wolf, and, uh...

Malehood, huh...

Well, that's just sad. That was a nice duo of issues!

#38 time!

Spidey meets Beast. They have a nice dynamic. Spidey also assaults a rich old lady!

In #39, meets an adorable kid, Manuel (I refuse to call him "Mosquito", his surname). Manuel has a tight relationship with pigeons, and I assume this is where Spidey's whole thing with pigeons (ITSV, Insomniac's SM) started.

Their cute scene is interrupted by an evil MEANIE who shoots a pigeon dead :(

Meanwhile, the Human Torch meets an Enforcer again (ASM 19!) Shenanigans ensue.

I prefer this outfit too, Marko.

#40 features a nice starting spread.

It's non-stop action, but the panels are entertaining!

So uh, anyway, Foswell had a daughter and now she's dead :(

In 41, Wanda Maximoff gets stoned.

Hahaha.

More importantly, 42 features this ad:

And we get to see Dr Doom, nice!

#43 is sure eventful, and #44 offers a really dark panel, what the hell.

In #45, Spidey hits Green Gobl'MJ. I will not explain further. In #46, time travel still (handy to not be too trapped by ASM's continuity).

Captain Jean DeWolff's introduced in #48, which sucks, but at least now I know who she is. She's very hardboiled, and her team up with Spidey and Iron Man is really nice.

It's juicy, even!

The Wraith is Jean's brother's brainwashed resurrected body, but the actual mastermind is Philip himself. It's actually a solid plot and it's wild that it was confined to Team-Up. And it lasts several issues too (48-51)!

In #52, SSM #1 is referenced!

In #53, we get a nice spread.

In #63, Misty Knight's there and she slays.

In #65, Peter has to house Brian Braddock, an English exchange student. He even introduces him to the Coffee Bean Gang, that's nice! But Brian is actually suspected of being Captain Britain by the EU branch of the Maggia, which wants to eliminate him.

Continuity in the apartment, nice! Brian barely catches Peter leaving his apartment costumed, and suspects Spidey might have abducted him. He transforms into Captain Britain to save him. That's actually a neat concept, but as usual, I wish it didn't focus so much on their fight. Still, I ship these two dudes.

You get it. I do think TU gets more interesting as it goes on, but the gimmick (teaming up with other heroes) ultimately prevents it from having too compelling stories for now.

#66 continues the storyline and traps both our heroes in a giant pinball machine, which is great. I hope we get to see more of this villain, Arcade.

#68 is a wild one. Peter and MJ go to the circus, see Man-Thing, then shenanigans happen and suddenly your 13 year old self's OC appears.

Uh-uh alright lmao.

72 finally continues the Jean/Wraith plot.

I love Jean's outfit in this one.

Her brother is alright now, yay <3

In #73, Peter asks Matt Murdock for help but the latter is distracted by the Owl.

You handsome beast.

In #74, Stan Lee's here!

MJ, I love you.

Oh I love this!!!! We also see Bill Murray, Dan Ackroyd, John Belushi, and probably other names I don't know about. I breeze through the issue, but it still has some of my interest.

Oh, MJ <3 There's a lot of battles but it's an uncharacteristically good issue. I might actually add it to my Recommendations post!

I thought it would be revealed to be in Peter's mind, but it seems not. It very much seems like MJ knows about Peter's identity, doesn't it?

In #75... Well first of all, I love the look of this place.

Andre and MJ proceed to kiss, and Peter's not very charmed. I love MJ's outfit in the first panel, it's really cool. The issue also see the return of Luke Cage.

#76 time!

I kinda love that first page but also what's up with Peter having the Three of Swords on his crotch?

Oof. The only other things I stopped on were Ms. Marvel's civilian persona looking gorgeous, and Peter looking gorgeous too.

I see we have the same priorities!

In #77, that suit is drawn wonderfully.

I think it's the heavy shading, I really love it.

In #79, we learn that Jameson fired Carol Danvers (I beg your pardon? Oh, that's funny. I wonder how many super heroes he recruited without knowing it.)

She's so funny, I love her.

The museum's in flames, Peter goes as Spidey to investigate, MJ wants to know where he goes every time but her internal monologue says she doesn't know he's Spider-Man, so... a bit inconsistent here.

Then THAT happens.

Forever wondering why there's not more of a creative fan community around Spidey because there's truly something for everyone.

Intrigued by a sword, MJ takes it and gets possesed Red Sonja, skimpy clothes and everything, hell yeah!

We get a nice ending, with MJ transforming back into herself, unaware of what happened, and Peter throwing the magical item in the ocean as a pink cloud shaped like Sonja looks over him.

Yeah, I couldn't put more pictures.

#spider-man #peter parker #comics #comic books #marvel team up

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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WandaNat x Reader : Falling For You

Summary: You finally get everything you ever could’ve wanted.

Covers the “Campfire/Fireplace” square for fall bingo.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,169

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This was a terrible idea. One you knew you would come to regret agreeing to, but at the moment you were asked to participate, you couldn’t possibly say no.

With the two pairs of gorgeous green eyes staring at you coupled with an annoyingly knowing smirk and an adorable pout, there was no way you could deny their request.

That’s how you find yourself hiking a trail over fallen leaves, shivers rolling over your body as your two best friends chat away at your side.

They keep their voices at a low whisper, not allowing you to hear or be a part of their conversation. While you would normally feel some kind of way about it, you’re far too cold to sulk about it.

You furiously run your uncovered hands up and down your arms, hoping the friction of your jacket would warm you up and combat the cold surrounding you.

Apparently neither of them remembered to check the weather for the day. When you asked Natasha said it was fall and shrugged.

So you dressed accordingly, jeans, boots, a sweater and a jacket. It isn’t enough. It’s much colder than a normal fall day, instead it feels like the beginning of winter.

You look down at your feet. The crunch of the leaves beneath your boots is a little louder than usual since the morning dew had frozen, adding a small layer of ice over the dead foliage.

A huff falls from your lips and you drop your hands, shoving them into your pockets instead. It’s not like your rubbing was doing anything.

“How much further is this secret destination?” You ask.

Both women look over at you, small frowns on their faces at your tone of voice. You hadn’t meant to snap at them but cold was starting to affect your mood.

You smile apologetically and Natasha rolls her eyes and chuckles. Wanda knocks her elbow against Natasha’s arm, then moves to your other side.

She wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you close,“ it won’t be much longer detka.”

“Yeah,” Natasha pulls your hand from your pocket and laces your fingers with hers,“ we’re almost there dorogoy.”

Detka, dorogoy, lyubov. You have no idea what those words mean but she and Natasha were always calling you them. Sly little smiles would form on their lips when they did and you’d wish you knew why. All they would tell you is that it’s Russian and not a bad thing.

When Natasha squeezes your hand, Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, and you sigh.

It was things like this that made your friendship with them hard.

The two of them have been dating since before you even met. You first ran into them at the coffee shop you worked at. They came in and took a seat at a table in the corner and you approached them, almost instantly commenting on how cute they were together.

Your one comment led to a friendship you couldn’t imagine you’d find with anyone else. Which also led to feelings developing that you fought tooth and nail to reject.

They first came for Wanda, the younger woman being the first to hangout with you one on one. Her sweet and empathetic behavior and words drew you in like a moth to a flame.

Then you started spending time with Natasha. Your first hangout was awkward to say the least. You aren’t the most outgoing and Natasha was closed off, it caused very little conversation and very long silences.

Both of you were tempted to not hangout again without Wanda, but decided to give it one more go. Which is exactly what you needed. You can’t recall how the day started but it ended with you two having a blast at a cat cafe. Your mutual love for the soft purring animal made you close.

Every second you spent with them made you fall faster. Rejecting your feelings stopped being an option once they’d gotten so strong. Now you try your best to ignore it, though that doesn’t work much either.

Especially not when they’re so affectionate with you like this.

“Look look, we’re here.” Wanda says, squeezing you excitedly.

Natasha smiles and shakes her head at her girlfriend’s excitement and as you all turn the curve, your destination now in sight, she looks at you.

Her smile widens as she watches your eyes brighten.

To anyone else, a cabin in the woods might not mean much but both women know that to you it's much more than that. A tradition to put it quite plainly.

Your parents made it a point to take you to a cabin when the season changed, wanting you to experience nature and such.

You hated it at first but it grew to mean so much to you. Not just growing to appreciate nature but also loving every moment spent with your parents, loving the memories you made with them.

“Wait,” your eyes move from the cabin to Wanda then Nat,“ are we staying here?”

Pink lips form into the perfect smile and she nods.“ We know you haven’t been in a long time.”

The passing of your parents was rough, without them you never found the will to come to a cabin again even though you’d considered it. When you were finally ready, you didn’t have the time.

Of course you’d shared these thoughts with your best friends and you knew they were listening, but you didn’t think they’d do something about what you told them.

While you were lost in thought, the women were worried. You weren’t saying anything and they couldn’t help but wonder if they’d overstepped.

Their plan would completely go up in flames if you were uncomfortable with this.

Swallowing, Wanda unhooks her arm from yours and steps in front of you.“ Y/n, detka, we don’t want you to be uncomfortable so if you don’t want to stay we won’t.”

Her words pull you from your thoughts and you register what she said, which makes you immediately protest.

“No, no,” you gently grab her hand, squeezing hers and Natasha’s.“ I want to stay I just, was thinking. This is really sweet of you two, thank you.”

They share a smile, then Wanda excitedly tugs on your hand.“ You haven’t seen the inside yet, come on.”

With more excitement than you and Natasha combined, Wanda pulls you both to the cabin. She shows you around as if this isn’t her first time being here. You notice she doesn’t mention the bedroom situation but you chalk that up to her excitement and figure there are two bedrooms.

“This place is beautiful,” you all stop in the living room where you plop down on one of the cozy chairs.“ but I can’t stay. I don’t even have clothes.”

“Oh we took care of that.” Natasha waves you off as she moves off to the side in search of something.

Wanda answers your confusion.“ What did you think I was doing when I went to your bedroom?”

You nod in understanding, recalling how she stayed behind you and Natasha the whole way down to the car and dipped away to the trunk before you pulled off.

“Always thinkin of everything huh?” You joke, slouching in your seat.

Frowning, Wanda comes over to you and reaches down to grab your hands,“ don’t get comfortable here, we’re gonna go sit by the lake and watch the sunset.” She adds a pout and pulls on your hands.

“But it’s so cold out.” You whine, dropping your weight back to make it harder for her to pull you up.

She doesn’t give up though, continuing and struggling to pull you up.

A sudden presence appears behind you, the redhead whom you love lowers herself, her mouth right beside your ear.“ Come on dorogoy, we’ll start a fire. Keep you nice and toasty.” Her hand gently rubs your arm and all you can do is nod, seemingly put in a trance by her sultry voice flowing straight into your ear.

Letting up, you allow Wanda to pull you up and you follow the two outside.

The younger woman laces her fingers with yours as you walk down to the lake. It’s across the trail through a small stretch of trees.

It’s a welcome sight, seeing the expanse of trees on the other side of the lake and the rocks and logs surrounding a makeshift fire pit.

You and Wanda sit on a log, taking in the scenery while Natasha set up the fire. The instant you shiver Wanda wraps her arm around you, pulling you into her side and rubbing your arm. You resist the urge to sigh this time, especially when you look over and see the happy smile on her lips.

The second the fire is lit you feel its warmth added to the body heat coming from Wanda. It knocks the initial chills away, but it’s not until Natasha comes to sit at your other side, that you start to warm up internally.

She takes your hand, squeezing it as she speaks,“ Y/n there’s another reason we brought you out here.” With a small frown of curiosity you look over at her. Taking a deep breath, she meets your eyes and continues,“ f-for a while now, myself and Wanda have been wondering um,” she stops to collect her words and you’re left utterly shocked.

In the year of you knowing her, not once had you ever seen the redhead look so nervous and be at a loss for words. She is the most badass person you’d ever met and right now a red blush is rising on her cheeks.

“Wondering what?” You decide to turn your attention to Wanda, figuring that Nat could calm down if she weren’t the only center of attention, only to find the brunette is also blushing.“ What is it Wan?”

Her soft green eyes rise to look into yours and she swallows.“ Well, we figured out that um, we started to feel differently towards you. Like, the feelings we had for each other became feelings that we both had for you.”

It takes everything in you not to freeze up at her confession. A number of emotions swirl through you and you open your mouth to say something, only to register one particular word.

“Had?”

Wanda’s eyes widen but Natasha answers.“ Have. We currently feel this way about you and we were wondering if you would be interested in being with us?”

Your face suddenly splits into a grin, one that both women immediately adore seeing.“ Are you being serious?” You ask and they both nod.

All this time you’d been falling for them and it turns out they’d fallen for you too.

A quiet snicker escapes your lips and you shake your head, earning slightly confused looks from the women.“ You know, if I didn’t have feelings for you two this would’ve been a terrible plan.”

While you can’t possibly imagine not loving them, you could picture and laugh at the awkwardness that would’ve ensued had you said no and the three of you were stuck up here together.

“Well I don’t think it would’ve been that bad. We’re still best friends so a little awkwardness maybe but-”

“Nat,” Wanda cuts the redhead off, gaining her attention.“ You’re focusing on the wrong things lyubov.”

It’s then that Natasha addresses the beginning of your statement.“ Wait so you’ll go out with us?”

Smiling, you nod.“ Yes I will. I’ve never done the whole poly thing but, I’m more than willing to try for you.” You turn your smile to Wanda,“ both of you.”

They look past you to look at each other, bright smiles exchanged between them. Suddenly Wanda lunges towards you, wrapping you up in a big hug and peppering kiss over your face.

A snort of a laugh leaves you as she kisses you and you hug her back with one arm, your other still occupied with your hand in Natasha’s.

“Okay okay Maximoff. I love you too.” You say with another soft laugh.

She pulls back, smiling even brighter. Then a finger curls under your chin and your head is gently turned, eyes meeting another pair of gorgeous green eyes.

“We love you too detka.”

Ever so slowly she leans in and kisses you softly. You melt into the kiss, a quiet sigh of content at finally finally being able to do this. And when she pulls away, quickly pecking your lips again, you’re pulled into a kiss with Wanda.

Her lips are a little softer than Natasha’s and she kisses you with a little more restraint.

A quiet smack parts your lips and you lean back against Natasha.“ I think I could definitely get used to that.”

Both women chuckle softly, Wanda leaning back against you and Natasha wrapping both arms around you and the brunette.

Right there, sandwiched between the two women you love as the heat of the campfire warms you, you’re happy.

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat #wandanat x reader #reader insert #request #storiesofsvufallbingo

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imagine-docx · 3 years

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scent market

Summary: Wanda stumbles upon this tiny gem of a candle shop. Does she keep going back because of the amazing scent range? Or is it because of the cute shopkeeper?

Warnings: None.

A/N: i apologize for being mia. university has been killing me, and i have had zero time to write because i am busy pulling essays outta no where. please enjoy a minor comeback! - amanda 💛

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Everyone knows that Wanda Maximoff is the biggest candle consumer ever. Something about the warmth of the candle and the scent that follows, just seems to make everything better.

It was one of the rare days that Wanda had off, and decided to go to one of her favourite parks in New York, Prospect Park.

On her way out, Wanda was walking down Empire Avenue and was automatically drawn to this small candle shop. The exterior automatically had this warm aura to it. The open glass windows gave Wanda the opportunity to look in, and it screamed ‘home’ to her.

Wanda opened the door to the tiny shop, upon her arrival a little bell dinged and she was greeted with soft radio pop and a heavy peach scent.

“Hi there! Welcome to Scent Market! Let me know if you need any help!” She heard a voice beam out from the corner.

Wanda turned her head to the corner to track the sound, and was blown away. You had to be the most breathtaking woman she has ever seen. Yet you were only wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a form fitting long sleeved shirt, and a pair of sneakers. “Hi,” Wanda managed to shyly get out.

You smiled at Wanda, and Wanda swore she resembled melting candle wax. Wanda looked around the tiny shop, grabbing some candles and smelling it as she went. But she still kept an eye on you out of the corner of her eye.

It seemed as if you were either doing inventory, or were picking out orders. As Wanda turned herself back to the candle that was marked as Frozen Margarita. The hints of citrus, and melon jumped out at her. “If you like that one, I definitely do recommend the Citrus Splash,” you said coming up to her. “Less lemon and lime, more orange.”

“That sounds up my alley,” Wanda laughed, “Can I see it?”

You let out another smile towards her and she swears she never felt that much warmth from someone, “Of course, follow me.”

You handed Wanda an orange candle encased in a glass jar, she took the top off and smelt it, “This is wonderful. I also want to know which scent do you currently have burning?” Wanda asked, while smelling the candle.

“Oh that’s Peach Sugar Kiss! Here lemme get it for you,” you responded, before going to the fixture next to Citrus Splash.

“Are these handmade?” Wanda asked, taking the Peach Sugar Kiss from you.

“Yes they are, they are soy candle wax with essential oils mixed in,” you responded.

“Wow, you must be super talented,” Wanda said looking at the Tropical Mango candle, while looking at you.

You let out a giggle, and Wanda swore that as time passed she would melt even more, “No, that’s my business partner Trish. She makes them, I sell them. Unstoppable duo, you know?”

Wanda smiled at her giggle, “Ah so you’re the brains.”

You chuckled, “Pretty much.”

You and Wanda walked around the store, with you recommending different candles, her smelling them, and you both basking in each other’s company. Upon doing a lap around the whole store, you turned to her, “Is that it for today?”

“I guess so,” Wanda said, placing the Citrus Splash, Peach Sugar Kiss, and Apple Blossom candle on the counter.

“Lemme get that rung up for you,” you smiled.

As you were cashing Wanda out, you two continued to crack jokes. You wrapped the candles in a light peach wrapping paper, and into a black bag. “See you around?” You asked.

“With candles like these? You will be seeing me more often,” Wanda said, smiling.

“Have a good day!” You called out, as Wanda was leaving.

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It was almost like clock work. Wanda would buy a single candle every time she goes, burn it until there is nothing left, and she would be back at the shop.

“So is there a reason today we’re burning,” Natasha squinted to read the candle, “Apple Blossom? What happened to Blooming Berry?”

“I finished it,” Wanda nonchalantly responded as she packed away her hoodies.

“Wanda, that's your 3rd candle this week.” Natasha retorted.

“What can I say? The candles are good.” Wanda responded as she packed away her jeans.

“We all know you are a massive candle consumer, but this? This is a new level.” Natasha said, studying Wanda.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Wanda responded.

“Take me to this candle shop, I wanna see what the fuss is about.” Natasha responded.

“No!” Wanda responded too quickly, which resulted in a raised eyebrow from Natasha, “I mean, no they’re closed right now. I’ll take you when they are open.”

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Wanda forgot how serious Natasha is, as Natasha held her to taking her to the candle shop. The two were walking to the shop, and the pair stopped in front of it, “It looks cozy, now I know why you like it.”

Wanda let out a small sigh of relief, that Natasha thinks it’s because of the aura the shop gives off. Upon the two walking into the shop, they were greeted with a, “Hi! Welcome to Scent Market!” You beamed from the back, which Wanda naturally returned with a smile.

“I’m back!” Wanda announced, to which you now smiled at.

“Welcome back Wands, we got some new candles for you to try out,” you said, coming up to the duo. “Hi there,” you smiled at Natasha as you introduced yourself to her.

“I’m Natasha, Wanda’s best friend,” she said, shaking her hand. “I gotta know, do you have more fresh scents? Wanda keeps burning fruits, and I’m kinda getting tired.”

“You are just a downer, you don’t like cutesy smells.” Wanda stuck her tongue out.

“Lucky for you and your sanity, we do,” you chuckled, “Are there certain scents you like?”

“I just want to feel like I spent the entire day cleaning, and there’s that after scent,” Natasha responded.

“I got a good one for you,” you walked over to the fixture, “Lakeside Waters. Smells kinda like the ocean, some driftwood, and minor hints of orange.”

Natasha took the candle from you and took a small inhale, “The orange is very minimal, I like this, do you have anymore?”

You took Natasha around the store and showed her similar scents to Lakeside Waters. Natasha holding onto the scents that she loves the most.

Majority would be pissed off at how easily the two of them bond, but not to Wanda. She was in awe that you managed to mesh in with them so easily.

You managed to introduce Natasha to Lakeside Waters, Sugared Lemonade, and Eucalyptus Spearmint. Whereas Wanda got Raspberry Mimosa, just so she has a reason to keep going back to the shop.

As you were cashing them out, you continued to crack jokes with the two of them. You were walking them to the door, “So Wands, will I see you soon?” You smiled.

Wanda instantly let out a goofy smile, “Of course. I’ll make sure to leave Natasha at home.”

“I’m offended,” Natasha feigned offence.

“Don’t worry, you’re always welcomed back,” you smiled at the duo.

The three of you bid your goodbyes, you walked to the desk and bit a small corner of your lip trying to hide your giddiness.

On the other hand, the moment Natasha and Wanda left the shop, Natasha let out a, “No wonder you keep going back to this candle shop.”

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Of course Wanda hit the bottom on Raspberry Mimosa within two and a half days of getting it. Which prompted her to return back to Scent Market. Every time she walked in, she felt as if she was greeted the first time, “Wanda!” You called out.

Wanda instantly smiled at the sound of your voice, “Raspberry Mimosa was amazing. Do you have any others?”

“I’m running low on options to give you Wands,” you joked.

“I might have to go and try something sweet next.” Wanda responded, following you to the fixture.

“We got everything you could possibly need,” you reached for the Peach Bellini candle, “ I know you like peach a lot, so tada, Peach Bellini; white peach, prosecco, and a hint of orange.”

“You got my scent notes down, huh?” Wanda said, amazed at the detail that you pay attention to her.

“Of course. I gotta make sure I have my favourite clients scent list noted,” you smiled, as you took her to the front to cash her out.

“I feel honoured,” Wanda said, pulling out her wallet.

The two of you continued to joke, while you cashed Wanda out. Every moment that passes, she feels more and more drawn to you. Wanda knew that when she got home she would have to try and work out a way to ask you out, but until then she would bask in your companionship.

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That night Wanda sat at her desk, pen and notepad in front of her, trying to come up with ideas to go about asking you out. Each idea was futile.

She reached for her phone to call Natasha over for some help, but remembered she was out with Clint for their weekly dinner. Wanda groaned, and ran her fingers through her hair. She leaned back, struggling to come up with ideas.

Wanda decided that maybe burning the candle she got today would help flow her ideas. She opened the tiny black bag, and to her surprise, there was a second candle.

Wanda cautiously took the candle out of the bag and noticed a heart sticker rather than your usual clear tape. She gently unravelled it, to reveal a beautiful peach coloured candle with no label.

She was confused. Opening the candle she saw a piece of paper, she gently placed it on her desk and continued to smell the candle; heavy on the peach, light vanilla notes. She smiled and picked up the note.

Wanda let a goofy smile escape her lips as she read the note that was signed as you.

I have no name for it yet. I call it Peach Tea and Vanilla; peach tea, vanilla creme, and some oat milk. This is a special one for you, call me sometime and we could work out a name over coffee? (XXX)-XXX-XXX

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moghedien · 2 years

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I’ve said this before but the original X-Men First Class comics are kinda boring and feel pointless but I still regularly think about the Jean/Wanda issue because it’s just like Jean being utterly devoted to Wanda and going absolutely feral to protect her

Like they’re on a little ice skating date and when Jean is in the bathroom, Natasha shows up and low key kidnaps Wanda to try to recruit her to SHIELD and it’s made pretty clear that Wanda is fine and doesn’t even seem to feel worried about her situation, but the SECOND Jean realizes she’s gone she’s calls Xavier and is like “Wanda has been gone for three minutes. Scan the entire continent for mutant activity. Send me the team and your private jet.” And he does and so when Jean finds them because they are like at most ten minutes away, she skydives into a crowded area (on Warren’s back because she made him do it) and is like ready to fight the Black Widow for Wanda Maximoff without even waiting for an explanation

But then Jean, Wanda, and Natasha get kidnapped by Hydra and the Hydra goons are doing the “if you defeat one of us, two more will rise to take they’re place” and so Jean just starts immediately beating guys and is like “IM READY FOR THE TWO MORE” because she’s just like unquestioningly ready to beat people for Wanda

And this issue takes place after there had been multiple mini comics of Jean taking Wanda on little dates after Wanda left the Brotherhood, so that Wanda can have friends and learn how to be a normal teen and have clothes and whatnot. They also go out together and fight crime on their own so that Wanda can be a hero and not a bad guy, and it’s just incredibly cute and I love this dynamic and these mostly mediocre comics are like one of the only places it exists

#wanda maximoff #Jean Grey #marvel #marvel comics #natasha romanoff

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nothere-notthere-nowhere · 3 years

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Long Nights

Word Count: 1883

Genre: Fluff I guess? A little angst if you squint?

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Request: Hi! How are you? I loved so much Oblivious and Your Wanda, they are both so amazing and I was wondering if I could request a fic? a romantic Wanda x femreader, something like Wanda recently joined the team and she doesn't like y/n because she thinks y/n goes clubbing too much with Bucky but the truth is that she was a winter soldier like him, so Bucky goes out with y/n at night to help her redeem herself and then Wanda finds out? Thank you so much and I love your writing!! - Anonymous

A/N: First request done! Thank you for reading and I hope this is what you wanted :)

“Long night?” Natasha smirked at your yawn, using two hands to hold her mug.

“Something like that,” you joked back, grabbing the freshly brewed coffee from her hand and taking a sip. You heard a light scoff and turned to see Wanda regarding you with an annoyed look in her eye.

“Sorry, did she make this for you?” You asked. You had a habit to just take things from the older redhead.

Instead of a response, Wanda rolled her eyes before making her way out of the kitchen.

“Did I do something?” You asked Natasha, who was still staring at the coffee you’d stolen from her.

“I don’t know, she’s probably just filled with teen angst still.” Natasha grumbled, grabbing a new mug.

“C’mon, Tash, that’s not really fair.” You told her. “She just lost everything. And she’s not a teen.”

“We’ve all lost everything, Y/N.” Natasha deadpans. “Twenty-two is basically a teenager, by the way.”

“Cut her some slack,” You laughed. “She’s probably still getting used to this place.”

“Whatever,” Natasha dismissed. “Steal my coffee again, and you’re gonna lose a finger.”

“You say that every time.” You laugh.

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“Buck, you ready to go?” You asked him, walking out to the common area. You were dressed in your signature black leather jacket and ripped up skinny jeans. Your staple, in a sense.

“Yeah, let me grab a jacket.” He clapped you on the back as he walked past.

“You’re going out again?” Wanda’s voice nearly startled you. She was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed.

“Uh, yeah?” Your response came out as more of a question.

“Figures.” She rolled her eyes, turning to head back in the direction of her room.

“Okay, why is she so upset with me?” You ask Bucky when after she leaves.

“How should I know?” He laughs. “Come on, we better go.”

It was a long night, trying to make amends for all of your crimes was difficult. Bucky understood, he’d been through pretty much the same thing. But that didn’t make it any easier for you to relive the awful things you’d done to people.

Especially when you arrived at the house of a frail old woman, who’s only son you’d ruthlessly murdered. He was her caretaker. So, Bucky helped you to do small things for her, paying for a nurse and grocery shopping. But tonight, the nurse looked at you with sadness in her eyes.

“She doesn’t have much time left.” She told you. “She keeps asking for him. I don’t know what to tell her anymore.”

The poor old woman had a multitude of illnesses, the most prominent being her dementia. So, hearing the old woman calling out for her dead son…. You weren’t exactly sure what to do with yourself.

“It’s my fault, Buck.” Your voice broke on the walk back home. “He’s the one thing she can remember and he’s fucking dead because of me.”

Bucky knew better than to interrupt. You didn’t see reason in times like these.

“I’m a monster.” You continued. “No matter how many people I help, it can’t erase the past!”

“No, you can’t.” He told you, knocking you out of your rant. “You can’t erase the past. That’s why you’re trying to make up for it. Paying for an old woman’s healthcare won’t bring back her son, you’re right. But it counts for something.”

“I feel awful.” You tell him. “I can’t get them out of my head, sometimes. Does it ever go away?”

“I don’t know.” His somber tone reminds you that he, too, is struggling with this.

“You can go back,” you clear your throat, “I’m going to take a walk.”

“You sure? It’s late.”

“Yeah, I won’t be long.”

Bucky squeezes your shoulder comfortingly before walking off in the direction of the tower.

You’re not sure how much longer you were out. But eventually, the crisp air was drying the tears on your cheeks and you knew it was time to get back to the tower. There was no point wallowing in guilt in the middle of the city.

“Back so soon?” Wanda’s bitter words stopped you in your tracks. She was standing by the sink, glass of water in hand.

“Not-” Your voice cracked. “Not tonight, okay?”

Wanda’s face falls briefly, her mouth opening like she wanted to ask what was wrong. But you were out of the kitchen before she could speak.

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You rolled out of bed late the next morning, cursing under your breath as you searched for some clothes to throw on.

“You’re late,” Natasha walked into your room, extra coffee in hand.

“I’m aware.” You threw your hair up into a ponytail, throwing on running shorts while Nat lounged on your bed.

“Clint’s already waiting for you.” She informed, picking up a book from your bedside table.

“Better not keep him waiting then, huh?” You mutter, taking the mug of coffee as you made your way out of the room.

“Bucky said you were out later than normal last night.” She said, giving you a pointed look.

“Natasha,” you warned.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Her eyes are soft, face full of genuine concern.

“Yeah, Tash, I know.” You give her a small smile to soothe any worries.

“It’s about time you showed up!” Clint teased, tossing you a baton. Natasha squeezed your shoulder briefly before walking over to where Wanda was waiting for her on another mat.

The morning passed slowly, Clint getting the better of you more than not. You were tired and slow. The older man teased you relentlessly, poking fun and putting you on your ass.

But, at some point, as you picked up your leg to kick Clint in the side, you forgot to hold back your strength, sending the blond man flying to the side.

“Oh my god!” You heard Wanda exclaim as you ran over to Clint.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, Hawk,” you rushed out. “I wasn’t paying attention! I’ve just been so tired. Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m okay.” He chuckled, groaning a little as he moved to stand up.

“Are you sure?” You asked, offering a hand to help him up.

“Yeah, kid, I’ve handled worse.” He limped off the mat, leaving you to roll your eyes at his term of endearment. You were easily fifty years older than the man, but you still looked to be in your early twenties, which Clint loved to call attention to.

You heard a light scoff and glanced over to see Wanda glaring in your direction.

“Okay, what’s up?” You ask her. The attitude was getting old.

“You’re lucky this was just training! What if this was a mission?” She all but exploded on you. “You value a night out at some shitty club with who knows how many girls more than the safety of your team!”

“Leave her alone, Maximoff.” Natasha cut in from nearby.

“Why should I?” Wanda spits. “She clearly doesn’t care about anyone but herself!”

Natasha steps between the two of you, the only thing stopping her from defending your honor being your hand on her shoulder and a gentle “Tasha” as you pull her away from the brunette.

“You’re right, Wanda.” You nod. “There’s no excuse for causing harm to a teammate. That’s on me.”

Wanda simply rolls her eyes bitterly and leaves, muttering something about checking on Clint.

“Why do you let her believe that?” Natasha asks, exasperated.

“She’s right, Tash, there’s no excuse for hurting a member of the team.” You tell her.

“There’s a reason you’re out so late most nights.” The shorter woman reminds you.

“And Wanda doesn’t need to know.” You respond in the same tone. “Besides, she’s just being protective of Clint. You know how close they’ve gotten since Sokovia.”

Natasha just shook her head.

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“You’re seriously going out again?” Wanda’s jaw is clenched as she stands, arms crossed, by the door.

“Uh,” You stutter, “Yeah?”

“Unbelievable.” She storms off.

“She’s kinda cute when she's angry like that.” You joke with Bucky.

“You like her, don't you?” Bucky elbows you lightly.

“What?”

“That’s why you won’t tell her where you go.” He nods, putting it together in his head as he speaks. “You like her.”

“Hey, man, I don’t know about all that. She doesn’t like me though.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You grab his arm to stop him as you walk on the sidewalk.

“Why else would she care so much about you going ‘clubbing?’ She’s jealous.” He tells you like it was obvious.

“You think so?”

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When the two of you return to the tower, Wanda approaches you. She’s fidgeting with her fingers and biting her lip in that cute way she does when she gets nervous. Bucky claps you on the back, wishing you a good night, though the look on his face says ‘good luck.’

“Can I talk to you?” Wanda asks.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You nod, expecting her attitude.

“Natasha told me.” She says.

“Fuck-”

“I’m so sorry for judging you.” She cuts you off, her words rushed. “Even if you were out clubbing, it was none of my business. I just.. I was so angry that I was so drawn to this person who didn’t seem to care.”

“You’re drawn to me?” You smirk at her.

“Unfortunately.” She jokes. “Please tell me you got more out of that.”

“Yeah,” You laugh, “I’m sorry for not telling you. I just… If I’m honest, I didn’t want you to think badly of me.”

“Have you forgotten where I came from? I don’t think I have the right to think badly about anyone’s past.”

“True,” you laugh again, “But I don’t want pity either, you know?”

“I don’t pity you.” Wanda says, her hand resting on your arm. “I admire what you’re doing. The way you’re righting your wrongs.”

“It's the least I can do for the pain I caused these people.” You tell her, dropping the eye contact.

“Well, it’s admirable.”

“Back to this drawn to me thing-” you start.

“Absolutely not.” She pushes your shoulder gently, face burning as she does.

“You said it!”

“And we’re not going to revisit it.”

“I’m drawn to you too, if that helps.” Your hands find her waist, pulling her close to you.

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about it.” She remarks.

“We don’t have to.” You shrug, savoring the feeling of her hands on your shoulders, her touch light, almost hesitant.

“So what?”

“So, if you're drawn to me, I’m drawn to you… I think we both know what we should do now that doesn’t involve any talking.”

Wanda’s breath hitches at your words, her face mere inches from your own.

“And what would that be?” Her voice is quiet, eyes glancing at your lips.

“Well,” You start to lean in. “This whole drawing metaphor, I’ll go get some paper. You grab the pens.”

“You’re infuriating.” She giggles at your response.

“You like it though.” You tell her, finally leaning in. Your lips catch hers and she all but melts under your touch. Her lips are soft, plump. You can faintly taste her chapstick. She pulls back after a moment, resting your foreheads together.

“You’re right.” She giggles. “I do like it.”

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celestialbarnes · 3 years

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Jealousy Is Hot Sometimes

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: basically, wanda can’t catch a break when it comes to people checking out her girlfriend

a/n: it’s been a while, but this girl owns my heart so i'll write for her anytime!! also, i still suck at titles lol

Wanda was trying to pay attention to what you were saying, she truly was. She just couldn’t concentrate on the words coming out of your mouth when everybody’s eyes were on you.

Saturday brunch was yours and Wanda’s weekly thing. Just the two of you, away from the rest of your friends and responsibilities. It was always much needed, the work week always took it’s toll on both of you.

“Baby? Are you listening?” Wanda was shaken out of her thoughts when you reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “I know my work stories aren't that interesting, but still..” You teased, your eyes carrying not one ounce of malice.

“I am, honey. I can’t believe someone stole all the cotton swabs from the nurses office.” She repeated the little story you had told a few minutes ago.

You smiled and nodded, “Right! It was crazy, everybody was so confused. Like, who steals cotton swabs?”

You flipped your hair over your shoulder as the wind was particularly wild this afternoon. Wanda looked at you with real heart eyes, her eyes softening as she noticed the necklace you were wearing. It was a little silver ‘W’ that she had gifted you for your birthday. You wore it with pride. You loved being hers and having her initial on you.

“You’re wearing the necklace.” She mused, making you reach up and touch it.

“Of course I am. I love it.”

Wanda opened her mouth to speak, but was cut short as the waiter placed a mimosa in front of you. You shook your head, “I’m sorry, I didn’t order this.”

“It was sent from that table over there,” The lady pointed to a table behind you that had five people seated at it. “The lady in the white shirt sent it.”

“Oh. Um, thank you.” Your brow furrowed in confusion as you smiled at the lady in thanks. “That’s weird.” You set the glass aside and turned your attention back to your girlfriend who’s eyes we’re now a scarlet red.

“Wanda!” You gasped, squeezing her hand to get her attention. Her gaze was on the table behind you, more so at the lady who sent you the drink. “Baby, look at me please.”

The brunette tore her eyes away and met your gaze. Her eyes went back to their normal color when she saw the worry on your face. She immediately pulled her hand back from you. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“I think you were jealous.” You said, a frown covering your lips. “Why?”

Wanda suddenly got shy, unable to face you any longer. “I don’t know.” She was a horrible liar, everybody knew that, even her.

Your frown only deepened. “No? It’s okay to be jealous, my love. You’re human and it happens.” You once again reached over to grab her hand in yours. “You have no reason to be though, i’m completely and forever yours.”

Wanda let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding in. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, “Nothing to be sorry about. Anyways, i’m done eating. How about you? I saw some shops I wanted to stop at.” Wanda nodded and you both stood up.

She was quick to wrap her arm around your waist and pull you into her. She glared at the woman at the other table who immediately looked away. “I love you, Wanda.”

She said the sentiment back before you two made your exit. It was only a quick walk to the store you wanted to stop at. A little boutique with a gorgeous dress in the window.

You two browsed for a bit, you definitely more than her. Wanda nodded cheerily when you picked up a piece of clothing and showed it to her. When it was time for you to try on your findings, your girlfriend sat herself right in front of the little room. She may have used her powers to keep the flimsy curtain from swaying as you moved around inside.

“What do you think?” Your voice made Wanda look up just as you stepped out in a dress that complimented your skin tone perfectly.

Wanda had literal heart eyes as she looked at you. You were breathtaking. You did a small spin and giggled which made her heart stutter. “You’re gorgeous, baby. Definitely get that one. It will go with those shoes you got last weekend.”

You gasped, “You’re right! Just one more pair of jeans then i’ll be done.” You promised before going back behind the curtain.

Wanda shook her head, you were too cute for your own good. Once you were out, you two made your way to the counter where a man was manning the register. Wanda felt a strange pit in her stomach when the man looked you over. You were too busy digging around your purse to notice, but your girlfriend sure did.

“I got it.” Wanda was quick to pull out her card and rudely shoved it towards the man whose eyes widened. He paused for a second, looking between you and the girl next to you. Wanda once again put her arm around your waist and you immediately melted into her. You couldn’t help it, you felt safe with her.

“Quickly, c’mon.” Wanda snapped at the man who did his job. He handed her back the card and she snatched the bag from his slimy hands.

It was you who had to pull her away from the counter, her glare was clearly making him uncomfortable. It wasn’t like he didn’t deserve it, you’d felt his eyes on you the moment you walked in the store. But, as entertaining as it would be, you didn’t want the Scarlet Witch to make an appearance.

“That was kinda hot,” You smirked as you two walked down the street.”

Wanda let out a laugh, “It was?”

“Definitely. I think we should go home, no?” The glint she saw in your eyes was more than enough to make her forget all about the plans she had for the day.

Jealous Wanda was hot, there was no denying that.

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kaunis-sielu · 3 years

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Sidelines: Secret Santa

You’d agreed to do a secret Santa with some of the football players and cheerleaders. Really just your main group that you hang out with on a more regular basis. Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Parker, Wanda, Monica, Yelena, Sarah and of course, Steve. You’d been slightly disappointed when you hadn’t drawn his name but instead had drawn Yelena. You’d gotten her a new bag, it was embroidered with her name and the Avengers cheerleader logo. You know that it’s not the most exciting gift in the world but you know that it’s something that she’ll use and it’s cute.

On the day of the exchange you give Yelena her bag,

“Oh my god! It has so many pockets! I love this, I love all these pockets!” She gushes and you feel much better about your gift.

“I’m glad you like it! I was a little worried.”

“I love it. Thank you Cat!” She gushes before dumping her old bag out and packing everything into her new bag. Her things include two bottles of Sriracha and a box of macaroni and cheese.

Steve comes over and hands you an envelope,

“Merry Christmas.”

“Oh, thank you.” You open the envelope and are expecting to see a gift card on the piece of paper but you read it as Steve moves away from you.

Meet me at Asgard Rink, by the statue. 5:00 tomorrow night.

Your heart sinks, you already have plans with Nat and Yelena.

“Nat,” you say drawing her attention from her own gift. “How mad would you be if I cancelled our plans tomorrow?”

“Oh, for Steve’s gift. Yea, that’s why I made plans with you so you’d be free.”

“They were fake plans?”

“Yea, he asked me to when, uh, never mind.”

“When, what Natasha?” You ask narrowing your eyes. She sighs heavily then glances over at where Steve is standing,

“When he asked to switch names with me.” You blink at her in surprise, she had you and he switched names? That feels like cheating to you but you’re not complaining.

The next night you’re decked out in your Asgard gear. You’ve got a sweatshirt, a long sleeve under it and a hat with the logo on it. You’ve got a pair of jeans and your black and white vans on. You make it to the rink at 5:00. It’s still fairly quiet with puck drop at 7:30 you’re not surprised.

“Cat!” Steve calls and you’re surprised to see he’s not alone, Happy is with him.

“Hey,” you tell him with a wide grin, “you know this was way over the spending limit right?”

“Not really, I’m friends with some of the players so I called in a favor.” He says wrapping his arms around your shoulders giving you a hug.

“Hi Happy.”

“Cat.” You glance up at Steve with a raised eyebrow and he sighs.

“Tony insisted until we’re at our seats.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re one of the most popular rookie cheerleaders on the team and Steve is his star quarterback.” Happy answers before Steve can. Steve offers you his hand and you take it, then follow him into the arena. There are a few people wandering about but it’s fairly empty, Steve leads you to an elevator and when you exit you see you’re on the club level. You’re surprised when you go into a room, a handful of seats, a full bar and a waiter who gives you a smile when you walk in.

“These seats are incredible!” You gush, the box you’re in is center ice facing the Asgard bench. “Steve this is incredible!” You tell him with a wide smile.

“I’m glad you like it Sweetheart. What do you want to eat?”

“Oh, I’m way too excited to eat right now. Can I send my brothers a picture? They’re going to be so jealous.” Steve chuckles before responding,

“Absolutely send them a picture.” He agrees so you send them a Snapchat and everyone promptly freaks out. Daisy sends the funniest response of ‘Marry him’.

Then you shove your phone into your pocket and take the menu Steve offers.

“This is insane Steve. I can’t thank you enough.”

“The game hasn’t even started.”

“I know but I’ve never experienced a game like this. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He says with a soft smile. You both order food, you decide on the loaded fries and a Diet Coke.

You chat through dinner, then move to the somewhat enclosed seats to watch the game. The players are warming up and you’re so excited that you can’t keep the wide smile off of your face.

You and Steve both get super into the game, cheering loudly with the crowd, talking and booing the bad calls from the refs. It’s just after the second period when it happens, the Kiss Cam swings through the crowd landing on you and Steve.

“We don’t have to.” He murmurs as your heart pounds in your chest. You can feel his eyes on you and you know what, fuck it.

“I know.” You tell him as you turn toward him and plant a kiss on his lips. The crowd hollers and Steve responds quickly, one of his hands delving into your hair. When you pull away a smile breaks out on your face as you rest your forehead on his.

“Damn.” Steve whispers and you laugh moving fully away from him to sip your second pop of the night. “So, can we finally do this?” He asks quietly, not looking at you. You swallow thickly, your little kiss is going to be all over the news anyway and you like him, so much. Like, so much.

“Yea.” You tell him weaving your fingers through his, “Yea we can do this.” You hold his hand through the rest of the game, when Asgard win you cheer loudly with the rest of the home crowd. You stand up with a soft sigh and Steve follows you to his feet.

“Would you mind driving me home?”

“Oh, we’re not going home yet.” Steve says with a mischievous smile, “I have more surprises for you.”

“Okay, this went way over budget.” You tell him with a laugh. Steve offers you his hand again then you follow him to the elevator then out into a tunnel. Up ahead is the rink.

“Oh, oh my god. No way Steve!” He grins down at you.

“Come on Sweetheart.” He says leading you to the ice, you follow him out onto the ice, moving slowly so neither of you slip. Once you’re center ice Steve pulls out his phone and you both pose together and he takes a picture. You press a kiss to his cheek, and he curls an arm around your waist.

“Thank you Steve. I’m, this is incredible. Thank you.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” He beams as Thor, Loki, Heimdall, Fandral and Hogan come out of the locker room and to the edge of the ice.

“Stop. Fucking stop it Steve!” You gasp, now you know how your brothers felt when they met Steve.

“Hey guys!” He calls as you slide your way across the ice toward them. “Good game.”

“Glad you enjoyed it.” Thor says with a wide smile, he’s somehow even bigger than Steve. “Hello, Thor. It’s a pleasure to meet the famous Cat.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” you tell him, “Nice goal in the second Loki. It’s been a few games, it’s nice to see you putting some points on the board. I really hate that Laufey dude. He seems like such a dick.”

“Oh I like this one Rogers.” Loki laughs before reaching out and shaking your hand, “for the record, he is a dick.”

“Good to know.” You tell him with a smile. You and Steve stay and chat with the guys for almost an hour. It’s only when you shiver that Steve steps closer to you and mutters,

“Sweetheart? You okay?”

“Just a little chilly.” You tell him leaning into his warmth.

“We should probably get going. Sif is probably going to be wondering where I am. Should we do a photo?”

“Oh hell yes, my family is going to lose their shit.” You tell them earning a laugh. One of the workers wandering around takes the picture then you and Steve head out. Happy tailing you to Steve’s truck.

“Thank you Steve. This has been one of the best nights of my life.”

“Yea, me too.” He says weaving his fingers through yours again and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

🏈🏈🏈

This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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novoaa1writes · 3 years

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candles

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pairing(s): dark!wanda maximoff x reader

summary:

you’ve been feeling strange for the past month, particularly when it comes to dating.

you do your best to ignore it, thinking it’ll resolve itself on its own—given time, that is.

it doesn’t.

(and it’s got everything to do with wanda.)

[also available on ao3]

word count: ~5,300

rating: mature

warnings: dark!wanda, NON-CON spanking (with a belt), NON-CON BDSM play, mental manipulation, partial mind control, emotional manipulation, mental coercion, trauma bonding, toxic dynamics, drinking, possessive!wanda, non-con mind-reading, vandalism, adultery (not in reference to you or wanda), brief instances of slut-shaming

notes: [requested by anon] reader’s sexuality isn’t explicitly stated, but ex-partners of different genders are referenced/mentioned

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wanda uses a couple bulgarian terms of endearment for reader here, so below is a lil’ list in the order of which they appear.

*note: all of these are exactly one letter away from being precise matches to synonymous terms in russian. HOWEVER, the bulgarian alphabet and the russian alphabet are different—granted, in fairly minor ways. for one, while both are comprised of cyrillic lettering, russian has 33 while bulgarian only has 30.

— —

You have no fucking clue what’d gotten into you.

One moment, things were fine—good, even. And the next… well.

You’ll explain.

It was something like 11:30 on a Saturday night, and you were drunk.

Well, not drunk. More like buzzed.

But whatever, right? Considering the week you’d had, you deserved to let loose, even if only for a night.

Monday night saw a very angry and decidedly unhinged soccer mom banging on your door, screeching vehemently about the ‘two-faced slut’ who ruined her marriage and demanding to be let in so that she could ‘make her sorry.’ Turns out, the older guy your roommate had been sleeping with as of late was married—not that he’d bothered to share that particular bit of information with her, obviously.

The two of you spent the better part of the evening barricaded inside, passing a bottle of cheap wine back and forth while trying to explain to the 911 operator that you weren’t messing around, that there really was an angry soccer mom on your doorstep and you were actively fearing for your safety.

She eventually left around 10:00pm—no thanks to the police, since the 911 operator hadn’t even bothered to give them a call. It wasn’t until the next morning when you left for work that you saw the woman’s parting gift to the pair of you: the word ‘HOMEWRECKER’ spray-painted across the front door in obnoxious red lettering.

Bye-bye, security deposit.

That same night, you made your roommate promise to start dating people in a similar age range—because really, the both of you were stressed enough as it was without worrying about coming in between yet another middle-aged couple’s dying marriage.

The rest of the week wasn’t much better.

On Thursday, your balding creep of a boss had made yet another blatant pass at you in the workplace, making you seriously consider (and not for the first time) the prospect of just quitting and being done with it.

Then, at shit o’clock on a Friday morning, you awoke to an urgent phone call informing you that an ex of yours (one you were actually on semi-decent terms with) had gotten into a fairly serious car accident, and still had you marked down as her emergency contact.

30 minutes later found you showing up at the hospital just moments after your ex’s current girlfriend had arrived, which then prompted the whole ‘you still being your ex’s emergency contact’ revelation when the current girlfriend demanded to know what you were doing there, which ended up being… well, you’ll just say it wasn’t pretty, and leave it at that.

And your ex was going to be completely fine, anyways. She just had some minor cuts and abrasions, and would need to undergo a fairly minor (read: minimally invasive) surgery over the next couple days.

Before leaving, you instigated a quick check-in with the doctors to ensure they had everything they needed—which then turned into you providing a list of allergies, as your ex wouldn’t likely be conscious for another couple of hours, and apparently the current girlfriend didn’t know of her sensitivities to penicillin and phenobarbital… which the current girlfriend was less than happy about, if the daggers she glared at you were any indication.

Whatever. You were just trying to help.

You thanked the doctors, told them to feel free to call you if anything went awry, then asked if they might tell your ex to call you when she awoke. You thought about offering some words of comfort to the current girlfriend as she sat vigil at your ex’s bedside, but the murderous glower she shot you the moment you got within ten feet of her was more than enough to make you think better of it.

With that, you left.

So… yeah. It’d been a shitty week.

And now, here you were: a girls’ night out at the lively nightclub you and your roommate had scoped out just last weekend, tossing back $12 cocktails and letting the trashy EDM beat blaring over the speakers drown out the rest of your thoughts.

You’d been feeling a little weird all week—all month, really.

As far as you were concerned, this was exactly what the doctor had ordered.

So, when a cute guy wearing black jeans and a white T-shirt that was at least a couple sizes too big yet did well to compliment his well-muscled torso came up to you and started chatting you up at the bar, you didn’t blow him off.

The exact opposite, in fact.

He was nice, and funny, and had a gorgeous smile that made your chest feel warm for reasons that had nothing to do with the alcohol. When he flirted with you, you flirted right back.

You felt a little guilty for doing so, though you couldn’t exactly put a finger on why that was. Either way, you didn’t allow yourself to dwell on it for very long.

After all, you’d been feeling hints of that for the past month, if not longer. It seemed to happen whenever you flirted with a cute guy, or went out on another Tinder date with a pretty girl, or even hugged one of your close friends.

You’d get this painful tightening sensation in your gut, nausea roiling in your abdomen… a distant, lofty voice in your head telling you that this was wrong, that you already belonged to someone else.

Which was pointless, really. Stupid.

You were single.

Your last serious relationship (barring the one with your now-hospitalized ex-girlfriend) had been over seven months ago with an eccentric guy named Lukas. He was kind, well-meaning… a bit of a dork at his very core, but you always found that more endearing than anything else. You’d dated him for four and a half months before deciding to break it off; because as much as you cared for him and enjoyed being around him, you didn’t love him, and you knew by then that you never would.

You thought about him, from time to time—even missed him now and again.

And yet, the strangest thing about the shameful feeling you’d get whenever your roommate so much as brushed a friendly kiss up against your cheek—it had absolutely nothing to do with Lukas.

You didn’t know how you knew that, but you did.

Whatever.

This guy was not Lukas.

His name was Des—short for Desmond, you learned over your fourth sugary-sweet cocktail of the night. He was charming and slightly foul-mouthed, but conscientious and passably polite where it mattered. He didn’t grope your ass or stare at your tits, nor did he make any lewd commentary about your body in any capacity.

He also smelled… really good, like Old Spice and spearmint gum and the barest hint of cigarette smoke.

That was more than enough for you.

(Whatever, alright? Decent guys were in short supply these days.)

You smiled and let him buy you another drink, even after you’d insisted that he really, really didn’t have to. And when an obnoxious pop song with a beat that was far more catchy than you’d have liked to admit came over the speakers, you let him coax you out to the dance floor with minimal resistance.

It was… fun. You liked the way his hands rested on either of your hips—gentle, almost careful; holding you like he understood he didn’t have a right to your body, like he was more than content that you allowed him this to even think of demanding any more.

Despite the twinges of guilt flaring in your gut, you let yourself get a little more comfortable… dancing closer and closer to him amidst a packed crowd of writhing bodies, letting your breasts graze up against his chest.

It was teasing—provocative, even. A test, of sorts—one that Des passed with flying colors.

He didn’t do a thing to rush you, just kept dancing across from you with his hands on your hips and his darkened gaze on yours—seeming fully content to let you set the pace for the moment. And God, but the way he was looking at you… patient but eager, like he wanted nothing more than to crush your body against his own and grind himself into you like an animal—and yet, still, he held himself back.

You couldn’t help but find that attractive as hell.

Looping your arms around his neck, you let your body to press flush against his as you swayed to the beat of the song, not shying away from the slight stiffness you could feel growing against your hip.

That guilty, nauseous feeling in your gut pulled tighter.

You ignored it, and, when he leaned a little closer to shout over the deafening music, “Would it be alright if I kissed you?”... well.

You wasted absolutely no time in lunging up on the tips of your toes to capture his lips in a messy open-mouthed kiss, the strobe lights of the club fading into obscurity around you. His lips were warm and gentle against yours—tentative, at first, until you pressed a little harder and traced the seam of his lips with your tongue… and, yeah; that did the trick.

A moment later, his lips parted to let out a quiet groan directly into your mouth as he began to reciprocate in earnest, setting every nerve ending on your body alight with electrifying want.

And that’s when it happened.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a twisted sort of clarity hit you square in the chest—slowly, and then all at once.

The next bits were something of a blur.

You tore yourself away from Des, turned to forcibly elbow your way through a floor of grinding bodies. You thought you heard him call out your name, and more than a couple people on the dancefloor turned to glare at you as you rudely brushed past them without care—but, whatever.

You texted… someone, telling them you were headed back to the apartment, so they shouldn’t bother waiting up. The group chat, maybe?

And now… Now.

Before you can blink, the past crashes into the present, and you find yourself back outside in the pitch-black night.

It’s dark… chilly. A brisk wind catches you the moment you stumble out onto the sidewalk, assaulting every inch of your exposed skin like scores of needles piercing your flesh. You whimper, shudder, and hug your arms around your body—trying to warm yourself back up like a scared little kid who forgot their jacket.

For the first time that night, you regret the tiny black babydoll dress you’d chosen to wear for the evening—and that’s not even to mention the four-inch heels.

It’s miserable, to be sure, but you can hardly focus on it for very long.

No, you have to go somewhere. You feel sick, and cold, and wrong in a way you’re loath to even begin explaining to anyone else.

And your head… you’re positively aching for something—someone to make this better.

You need… Wanda.

Yes, Wanda is the person you’re looking for. She can make all of this better.

You don’t know why, but you’re sure of it. You just need to find her. Hopefully she’s spending the night in her apartment on that super cozy sofa of hers, drinking hot chocolate and binge-watching something on Netflix like the two of you did a couple weeks back.

A fond grin curves your lips at the recollection as you stumble off down the sidewalk, headed for the nearest subway station.

Another wintry gust of wind hits you square in the chest, and you pinch your forearm hard, silently willing yourself to focus.

The station should be less than a block down, if you’re remembering correctly.

At the next street corner, you manage to brandish your pepper spray in one hand while you rummage around in your purse for your MetroCard with the other.

It’s cold as hell, and you’re probably a little too drunk to be walking through the City streets alone right now, but you don’t much care.

All you gotta do is find Wanda. That’s all.

She’ll make everything better again.

— —

Where everything else is confusing, there’s one part that seems to make sense—Wanda.

You nearly pick a fight with the card reader at the subway entrance when it makes you swipe your card three times to let you through, and even the stairs leading down to the lower tracks are more of a challenge than they probably should be… and yet, somehow, the rest of it is blessedly simple. A no-brainer, really.

You know which train you need to take… the blue one that arrives in four minutes. You know you need to stay on it for five stops before getting off.

Once you’re up at ground level, you’ll have a short walk ahead of you—one that you know like the back of your hand despite only ever having been to Wanda’s a couple of times.

You’ll enter Wanda’s apartment building, take the elevator right up to floor four, and boom! Home free.

You do exactly that.

It takes a short time (thankfully) and there’s not an ounce of uncertainty within you all the while, like you’ve done this 100 times before.

In seemingly no time at all, you’re there—standing on Wanda’s doorstep, knocking a couple times just beneath the burnished bronze ‘4A’ nailed into her door.

Your head feels all light and dizzy; you’re still shuddering from the time you spent out in the cold; but—

“One sec!” Wanda’s muffled voice comes from inside, the mere sound of it washing over you like a soothing balm—promising relief.

You’re safe now.

You made it.

— —

The moment the door swings open to reveal a bleary-eyed Wanda Maximoff dressed in tiny grey pajama shorts, an oversized Star Trek T-shirt, and nothing else, it’s like everything falls back into place.

It’s like… like you can breathe again.

You’re still drunk, and shivering, and more than a bit confused; but now that Wanda’s awake and here and smirking like she knows exactly what’s happening even if you don’t, you feel… better, somehow. Not nearly so lost as you were before.

“Y/N,” Wanda greets, stepping aside and offering out a hand to help you inside. You’re quick to take it. “I was not expecting you,” she drawls, though everything about her demeanor is saying the opposite as she shuts and locks the door behind you.

You pay it little mind. “Yeah, I... ” you trail off, turning to face her even as an embarrassed flush warms your cheeks. All of a sudden, you can’t help but feel rather ridiculous for knocking on her door and barging in so late—especially without calling first. “I’m so sorry, I... I don’t know why I’m here.”

Wanda just tilts her head, appraising you curiously even as the ghost of a knowing smile curves her lips. “Are you sure about that?”

The heat in your cheeks seems to intensify tenfold at that. “I… I need to tell you something,” you hear yourself say, and the moment it’s registered, you realize that it’s true.

You feel… guilty, all of a sudden. Nauseous, too. Scared.

You danced with that guy—Des. You flirted with him. You let him touch you… You kissed him. Why would you do that?

In the present moment, Wanda nods, like that makes perfect sense. Like all of this makes perfect sense.

“Okay,” she acquiesces lightly, flares of crimson flitting through her measured gaze. “Is it something I’ll have to punish you for?”

‘Punish’ me? What—?

You feel Wanda’s presence in your head… inconspicuous tendrils sifting through your thoughts, worming their way through your scattered memories.

No point in lying.

“Y-Yes,” you hear yourself say. Much like earlier, it isn’t until the moment you’ve confirmed it aloud that you know it to be true. You danced with someone else. You flirted with him. You let him touch you… kiss you. “I… I’m so sorry, Wanda; I-I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You see the moment Wanda finds it—your memories of the nightclub. Meeting Des at the bar. Flirting with him… Kissing him.

The look on her pretty features goes from bemused to disbelieving to absolutely murderous in zero seconds flat, and the realization hits like a freight train that you’re really in for it now.

Fuck.

“Go to the bedroom,” she snarls, her typically blue-green eyes burning with scarlet light. “Then take off that slutty dress. I want you on the bed, face down, naked. Do you understand?”

Your head is spinning; confusion rears its ugly head in your gut even as every ounce of your being screams at you to just obey—‘cause if you can just do that, the rest of it will start to make sense. (Maybe.) “O-Okay.”

— —

You don’t know how you know the way to Wanda’s bedroom, but you do.

You slip inside a room shrouded in darkness, and no matter how it strains your eyes to look around, you don’t dare turn on the light.

It’s a modestly-sized bedroom with hardwood flooring, fairy lights along one wall, and an adjoining bathroom just opposite the entrance. There’s a tall, wooden dresser pressed up against the wall directly across from a large, king-sized bed. That’s pretty much all the detail you can manage to make out in the darkness.

Well, either way, you suppose it isn’t really your business.

Wanda gave you specific instructions, and you intend to follow them.

Not for the first time tonight, you’re quite happy about the babydoll dress you’re wearing—particularly for how easy it is to pull it up over your head and off, leaving you in panties and a strapless bra in a matter of moments.

You fold the dress neatly in your hands, then leave it atop the dresser. Your panties and bra come next. In seconds, you’ve formed a small, tidy pile.

As you step out of your heels and approach the neatly-made bed, you’re struck with the strangest sense of déjà vu… like you’ve done this before.

It lingers in the forefront of your mind as you crawl up onto the bed, biting back a groan at how easily the plush mattress gives way under your hands and knees.

God, you’d kill to have a nice nap in this absolute cloud of a bed.

You shake the thought off, simultaneously willing the haze of intoxication fogging up your brain to abate.

You’re not here to nap.

You settle face-down onto the bed, just like Wanda said. You’re careful not to rest your face on the pillows, though, since you have the distinct feeling that’s not something Wanda would want you doing without permission.

Instead, you fold your arms and rest your head atop your forearm, staring straight down into nothing. You scrunch up your features and let out a quiet huff as the black duvet tickles the tip of your nose.

It smells like her—all of it does. Cinnamon, vanilla, and something indefinable; something that belongs to Wanda, and Wanda alone.

You feel your body stiffen as a familiar set of footsteps draw near, approaching the room where you lie—naked and vulnerable atop Wanda’s bed.

The patter of Wanda’s gait becomes almost soundless as she enters, circling around the bed over towards the nightstand. You don’t dare to turn your head and watch as she pulls out one of the drawers, rummaging through it until she finds… well, whatever it is she’s looking for, you suppose.

A moment later, there’s the telltale chk! of a match being struck, and a hiss as the phosphorous tip lights itself aflame.

It’s quiet for a minute... then two. The only sounds you can hear are your breathing and the strike of a match every time Wanda lights another.

Gradually, gentle flares of light grow in your periphery, bathing the room in a dim, yellow-y glow. She’s lighting candles—a lot of them.

You’ve always loved candles.

A couple minutes later, she’s finished, and she returns to tuck the matchbox safely back in the drawer.

You lose track of her as she retreats once more, and your mounting curiosity is more than piqued when you hear her rummaging through the dresser near the foot of the bed; still, you don’t dare turn and look.

Instead, you wait, fetid nausea churning low in your gut, pinpricks of apprehension dancing across every inch of exposed skin. Your heart thuds painfully against your ribcage as she takes something out from the dresser drawer, then shuts it with an audible thud!

You swallow the lump in your throat and urge yourself to focus on your breathing.

In, out.

In… out.

“I’m disappointed in you, Y/N,” Wanda’s voice comes from somewhere behind you, genuine hurt coloring her hushed tone.

You have to fight the urge to shudder as a chill runs down your spine. “I… I’m sorry, Wanda,” you say meekly, pathetically, cheeks hot with shame.

And the worst part? You’re not lying.

You listen carefully for the sounds of her bare feet padding across the floor as she circles the bed once more, crouching down right beside you in the very corner of your periphery.

“Look at me,” she orders, gentle yet firm.

You do.

The moment you meet her gaze, you can’t help the errant thought entering your mind that she looks so pretty like this—face bare of makeup; long brown hair piled into a messy bun atop her head; dainty features cast into darkened shadows by the low, yellow light of burning candles clustered together atop the nightstand.

The muted light seems to soften her anger, her pain… allowing her to really look her age for the very first time since you’ve known her.

“You think too loudly, Y/N.” Wanda’s words are dry, almost teasing as they jolt you back into reality. “Focus on me, please.”

You do.

“You belong to me,” she asserts after a beat of silence, an uncharacteristically intent and almost solemn look splayed across her dimly-lit features. “I thought you understood that.”

The words confuse you even as they seem to resonate poignantly with some fundamental part of you… a part of you that categorically refuses to be ignored.

“Wanda…” you trail off, bewilderment and contrition warring violently within your chest until it aches to draw breath. “I’m confused, Wanda,” you whimper out finally, overwhelmed tears burning in your eyes. “I-I-I don’t understand what’s happening—”

Wanda cuts you off with a derisive snort. “Yes, clearly,” she agrees, her tone ripe with sardonic ire. “You’ve forgotten yourself. You’ve forgotten who owns you.”

You worry your lower lip between your teeth, desperately trying to make sense of it all. “Is that why…” You search Wanda’s eyes intently. “... I-I felt sick, an-and… guilty about dancing with Des.”

Something like anger flares in her gaze, hot and bitter, and you have to resist the urge to shrivel beneath it. “That boy had no right to touch what’s rightfully mine.”

“B-But then… why didn’t I remember?” you ask, utterly forlorn. “I-I felt it last weekend, too, but I… I didn’t—”

“Last weekend?” Wanda repeats, features hardening.

Oh, shit. You feel your cheeks get hot again. “I… I shouldn’t have brought it up, Wan’, I’m sorry—”

“What happened last weekend?” she interjects, her tone cold and hard like a double-edged blade. “You can tell me yourself, or I can start looking.”

You shiver. “I… I went on a-a… a date with a girl that I met online,” you admit, tears welling in your eyes even as Wanda’s jaw visibly tightens. “I-It was just the one time! A-And nothing happened; we didn’t even k-kiss! I just… I didn’t… I didn’t know—”

“Yes. You’re right; you didn’t know.” Wanda stands abruptly, then, and it’s at that moment that you see the folded belt in her hands—thick, worn leather with a sterling silver buckle.

An icy sense of dread blossoms in your chest, chilling you from the inside out.

Is she going to—?

“I was indulgent before… I let you get away with far too much. I will not make the same mistake again.”

With that, she turns to circle back around the bed, the belt buckle audibly jangling in her hands with every step.

“I have to punish you, принцеса,” she continues, her voice scarcely more than a whisper as she comes to stand near the foot of the bed—and somehow, you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that there’s no convincing her otherwise.

She’s going to punish you, and it’s going to hurt. Bad.

All at once, panic seizes you. You squirm, writhing in an effort to get up and off the bed—

Only to be stopped by tendrils of lurid crimson curling around either wrist, forcing them together just over your head like magic—glowing crimson cuffs holding both arms fast to the headboard. On a whim, you test your legs—tensing and pulling, only to be met with iron-clad resistance encircling either ankle in a tight, unrelenting grip.

Well, fuck.

“W-Wanda,” you plead, hardly paying any mind to the way your voice trembles. “Please, I—I don’t want—”

“I do not enjoy punishing you, мила,” she laments, almost sounding genuinely apologetic. It tugs at your heartstrings in a curious way—something you really don’t have time to examine right now. “But you did something bad. And when you do bad things, there are consequences. You understand that, don’t you?”

A tear trickles down your cheek, warm and wet as you steel yourself for the first hit. “Y-Yes.”

“Good girl,” Wanda lauds, and you can’t help the surge of warmth that washes over you at the simple praise—the pride that blooms in your chest at knowing you’ve finally done something right. “Now—try and relax, принцеса, okay?”

It’s all the warning you get before the first blow comes down upon your bare arse with a resounding Crack!

White-hot pain flares across your bottom, racing up your spine like wildfire and tearing a strangled whimper from your throat.

Jesus fucking Christ, that hurt—

Crack!

Holy fuck.

The impact of the leather against your naked cheeks leaves strips of fire burning in its wake, expelling all the air from your lungs in a choked-out rush.

“P-Please, no, Wan’,” you beg breathlessly, struggling in vain even as coils of vibrant scarlet hold you fast, “it hurts, please—”

Crack!

“This is for your own good, baby,” Wanda coos, sounding for all the world as though she truly believes every word of it.

Crack! This one lands directly across your sit spot, ripping a shriek from your lips as molten agony rocks you to your core.

“Wan’—Fuck, please, no—”

Crack!

“G—God, fuck, pleasestop, please—”

Crack!

“P—Please, hurtssobad, I’m—”

Crack!

“FUCK !”

Tears stream down your cheeks, wetting the black duvet beneath your face. You’re absolutely beside yourself with torment, your bare ass aflame with a pain unlike any you’ve ever known.

Crack!

… And the hits just keep coming—raining down stripes of blistering heat across your sore, bruised buttocks; pummeling your throbbing, exposed rear until it feels as though the entire area has just become one puffy, pulsating bruise.

Crack!

All the fight has completely gone out of you; now, your body completely slack—devoid of any resistance even as every hit seems to sear itself into your impossibly tender bottom like a third-degree burn… The pain is absolutely incredible, unlike any else you’ve ever known.

You’ll do anything—and you really do mean anything—to make it stop.

“P-P-Please, stop it, Wanda, PLEASE—”

Crack! Another hit directly across your burning sit spot rips a watery sob from your throat, followed by—

Crack!

It’s all you can do to keep yourself from hyperventilating until you pass out.

Crack!

Agony blackens the edge of your vision, fresh tears streaking down your cheeks as you await another strike…

But it doesn’t come.

Wh—?

“Have you learned your lesson, мила?” Wanda asks, and this time, her voice comes from closer… like she’s right beside you.

You don’t have it in you to be startled when a feather-light kiss lands itself between your shoulder blades, nor when one hand begins stroking up and down your heaving torso in soothing motions.

“Y-Yes! I—please, God, yes,” you babble, overwhelmed by the sensation of unadulterated pain branding every inch of your battered arse. “I promise I’ll never, ever, ever do it again, Wan’—Won’t ever be with anyone else—jus-just please stop hurting me—I’ll be so good, please—”

“Shh,” Wanda shushes you tenderly. You feel yourself twitch as the mattress suddenly dips beside you. “It’s okay, любима,” she soothes, coming to rest beside you. “Just breathe, okay? Breathe.”

‘Breathe’...

Your pulse thunders in your ears; your ass is on fire with an anguish far beyond your years; and yet, there’s something undoubtedly soothing about her words as they wash over you in gentle waves… something that tells you you’re safe.

Were you a little more lucid, you might’ve found that quite the nonsensical paradox—this feeling of safety and security with the woman who’d just beaten your arse raw without mercy no matter how you wailed and sobbed and begged for her to stop.

But as it is, you’re not.

Instead, you’re just broken and teary-eyed and in pain, and Wanda’s tenderness is a most welcome respite to alleviate that excruciating ache.

You take a deep, shuddering breath, even if it burns your lungs something awful, and force yourself to let it out slowly.

In, out.

In… out.

“That’s it, мила,” Wanda praises gently, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “You’re doing so well… Just like that.” Her fingers come to rest beneath your chin, urging you to turn and face her…

And you do, far too exhausted to even think of doing anything other than what she tells you to. Your lungs burn; your nose runs; and the pain in your bottom hasn’t abated any—if anything, it’s intensified.

You’re more than happy to be given something else to focus on.

When you look at her, her blue-green eyes are wet—glossy with tears.

“Wanda?” you manage weakly, feeling your brow crease with worry. “You ‘kay?”

Wanda sniffles, huffs out a watery-sounding laugh. “Yes, Y/N, I’m alright,” she whispers, then leans forth to plant a gentle kiss upon the tip of your nose. “I’m just so very, very proud of you.”

Despite yourself, you feel a pleased flush spread throughout your body at that. “Really?” you mumble, exhaustion drooping your eyelids until it’s a challenge just to keep them open.

Wanda nods, a tear sliding out of her eye that you yearn to reach forth and catch with your thumb—but alas, you’re far too weak. “Really.”

You hum, burrowing your face further into the duvet beneath your cheek—even if it is still damp with your tears. “‘M sorry I was bad, Wan’,” you murmur, feeling darkness near on every side. “Didn’t mean’ta make you upset.”

“I don’t like punishing you, принцеса,” she says once more, and this time, you have no reason to doubt that she means it. Honestly, you don’t know how you ever could. “It hurts me just as much as it hurts you.”

You hum again. Your eyelids feel too heavy to open. “‘M sorry,” you say. “Gonna do better… make you proud… I promise.”

Wanda chuckles. The sound of it makes your chest feel loose and warm and happy. “You already do, darling girl,” she murmurs. You don’t know if it’s because she’s whispering, or you’re fading into sleep, but you can barely hear her when she repeats it once more: “You already do.”

Sleep descends upon you, then, and you succumb to it willingly, feeling safer and more at peace than you have in a very long time.

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PGATW Part 8

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OC (fem!reader)

Series Summary: The avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off of the Atlantic coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha. Chapter Summary: You go on a date with Wanda and Natasha. Warnings: none? Word Count: 2.3k

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You stared at yourself in the mirror, entirely overthinking the situation at hand. The only thing that Natasha and Wanda had told you about the date was that you should dress like you're at the beach, and you honestly had no idea what that meant. They refused to give you any more details or answer any questions. It could be cute beach, sand beach, t-shirt beach, no-air-conditioning beach, dressy beach... You decided to go with a black bikini under jean shorts and an old button-up, hoping it would suffice. You still found yourself staring at your reflection though as you second-guessed all of your wardrobe decisions, somehow finding the courage to finally leave the bathroom and not turn back.

You honestly had no reason to be nervous for this date whatsoever. You hadn't really gone on a private outing with them before, but it couldn't be any different than just hanging out with the two women, right? In Sokovia, you three shared random moments throughout the days, constantly being assigned on tasks with each other. There was most often an objective or separate goal at hand when you had spent time with them previously, except for the moments when you were unintentionally in the same spot at the same time.

Now, the three of you had very intentionally set aside time just to be together. So, nothing to be nervous about. A part of you worried that the provided private time would lead to nothing to talk about and awkward silences, but another side was excited for those moments when you could only stare into their eyes.

A knock was heard at your door that pulled you out of your thoughts, and that was when your heart started to pick up a little bit. You quickly threw on your shoes and placed your hand on the knob, taking one more deep breath before pulling the door open. You smiled.

Wanda was standing in front with Natasha hugging her waist from behind and resting her chin on the Sokovian's shoulder. They both had a big grin on their face, and you blushed.

"Hi,"

The women giggled at your shyness. "Are you ready, Talia?" Wanda almost whispered, and you nodded. The two of them were dressed similarly to you, thankfully, so you know you didn't over or underdress. You didn't see them with any swimsuits, but you didn't want to waste any time changing out of it.

"Let's go." You said as you grabbed their hands and headed towards the stairs.

"Would anyone care to share any more details about tonight?" You raised an eyebrow as they led you out to the car.

"No... not really..." Natasha smirked as she opened the back door for you. "You're officially on the date, anyways. No more secrets to keep." She winked and you frowned.

"Right..." You sarcastically rolled your eyes.

"Don't like secrets?" Wanda mocked in the passenger's seat, and you scoffed.

"Not one bit. They're like teasing yourself and then getting interrupted before you can finish."

The two of them let out the biggest laughs you'd ever heard from them, and part of you knew that you would never want to lose that sound in your life. But you weren't ready to listen to that voice yet... or at least that's what you told yourself. It's only been a month, I'm not supposed to be thinking like this...

"That is the most oddly accurate analogy I have ever heard, Tal," Natasha smiled, starting up the car and making her way out the driveway.

"Thank you, Nat. But if you agree with me, why won't you spill the beans?" She thought over an answer.

"Let's just say I wanna edge you for a little bit longer, babygirl." She smirked into the rearview mirror, and you gulped.

"Now that is an analogy that I like," Wanda added, suggestively placing a hand on Nat's thigh.

This is going to be a long night, you sighed, glancing out over the bridge. A silence fell over the three of you initially, but it didn't last too long.

"It's so peaceful here," Wanda said. "It's not too fancy... not too many distractions. I guess I find a little comfort in laid-back American tourism... it all looks the same, which is maybe what I like. It's familiar... well as familiar as it can be considering I didn't spend the majority of my life here." She spoke slowly, drawing you in with her cadence and charm.

"You know," Nat said, "I think that's why he chose the Atlantic ocean."

"Who, Tony?" You asked.

"Yeah,"

"I was wondering why he wanted to come here."

"I think it's because he wasn't looking for a vacation spot, but more of a place for you and Peter to... acclimate... with the team in a stress-free space." You looked at her questioningly. "You two are the youngest avengers, Talia. You two are a lot more innocent than most of us, and I don't mean that in a bad way, it's just..." She struggled to find the right answer.

"Tony sees a responsibility to look out for the two of you." Wanda picked up. "He cares about you. This vacation isn't for the team. It's for you and Peter. He wants to protect you and make sure you are safe and accepted into our... family. As a team."

Everyone processed that. Tony cares a lot about you, and he's going out of his way to make sure that you are in a healthy environment. That meant a lot more to you than anybody realized.

And Tony would never admit to that... but that didn't really bother you all too much.

"Huh, I-" Wanda looked at you and Nat stole glances into the mirror as you struggled to keep your eyes dry. "Wasn't expecting that."

"Why?" The Sokovian asked.

"I never thought about an actual- uh.. an actual family before. Except for Peter. But- I... I was never allowed to dream that far. I thought I didn't deserve it since everyone that was supposed to care about me didn't do that. And now I can. I have people who care. And I think that it's incredible." A tear slipped out.

"Oh, honey," Nat had parked the car so that she could turn around and place a comforting hand on your knee. "You deserve the world. You always have, baby girl. And yeah, there are going to be people who see themselves as more entitled than you, but now? You got two of the hottest and most dangerous women on your side who want to put you on the right pedestal." That made you laugh through your watery eyes.

"We want to give back to you what a few dicks took away," Wanda said snarkily, and now you were smiling so wide.

"I think I would like that." You grinned, leaning over your seatbelt to give them both sloppy kisses. And the three most dangerous words in the English language were propped on the tip of your tongue, but sewn down by a hundred scars and stitches. Your month of knowing them was almost too special, and within a day, they already made you realize how attached you already were. Fuck, you thought. Now you were just scared that those scars and stitches would heal too quickly.

"I'm hungry," You said, taking your mind off of your thoughts entirely, and the two women laughed.

"Well good thing we're already here," Nat smirked. Surprised, you turned around in your seat to see a building called Mac's Grill and Golf. You turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"It's a restaurant that's designed to be eaten while playing putt putt. We saw you eyeing a mini-golf course earlier." Wanda said, and your eyes lit up.

"Are you fucking serious! This is legendary!" The two women laughed as you hopped out of the car. "C'mon! Hurry up you slowpokes!" You almost pulled Nat out of the car.

"Ok Talia, we're working on it." Wanda giggled.

The three of you walked up to the restaurant holding hands and it made your insides feel like mush. You were happy.

The inside of the restaurant wasn't much of an inside, but more of a garage that had the car doors up. There was a bar off to the right and two tables in the middle of the space, but otherwise, there was no other seating. The open space looked out onto a mini-golf course, and you could see a family already playing with food baskets next to them. This looked like a shit-ton of fun. You grinned as the three of you stepped up to the stand where the host was standing.

"Hello, Welcome to Mac's Grill and Golf. Are we doing a party of three for dine-in and putt-putt?"

"Yes," Natasha smiled.

"Ok, then! For three adults, that will be, forty-five dollars, meal included." Nat handed him a Stark card, and you raised an eyebrow.

"What, Tony didn't give you a credit card too?" You rolled your eyes.

"Here is our menu, and you can place your orders over at that counter. When you all have your food, you can walk up to Shelly over there and get the game started. " He smiled as he handed you the menus and pointed around the other areas in the space.

"Thank you."

The menu wasn't too big (not that you were expecting it to be) and it was all finger food (which you were expecting it to be). Your eyes got caught on the tacos, never bothering to even consider getting anything else. You ordered that and lemonade, while the other two women got sandwiches and water. It was a boring choice in your opinion, but you didn't say anything. You didn't want to lose their good graces for the game.

Although you didn't expect them to be too nice in the first place.

Your food was ready in no time, and the next thing you knew you were getting your golf balls and clubs. The lady at the stand (Shelly) also handed you your score sheet, and once you got a pencil, you were off.

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Near the end of the game, when all three of you had long ago finished your food on the 18 hole course, you and Wanda were already admitting defeat to Natasha. Actually, it was more towards the beginning of the game when the two of you realized that you were doomed, but you weren't ready to say it out loud until now. Natasha managed another hole-in-one, and by now you had lost count.

You were still having fun with the two of them, but any chances of winning disappeared a long time ago.

"Damn," You breathed as you racked up four hits compared to Natasha's one. Wanda somehow managed to do worse, but the two of you were up against a trained assassin and strategist, so there wasn't much you could do.

"I think Talia and I should be allowed to subtract our points from each other so we might at least have a better shot at beating you, Natasha." Wanda jokingly sighed as the three of you moved onto the last hole in the course.

"Ha-Ha." She mocked, bending down to place her ball on the ground. You and Wanda teamed up in watching her ass as she did so, but she knew the two of you were doing it anyways. She didn't mind too much.

"Please, Nat? Gives you a rush right? The nerves of maybe not winning anymore?" You smirked.

"You two are pushovers! Fine, you guys can subtract points." She rolled her eyes before turning to hit the ball for the last time. The two of you were honestly not expecting her to say yes, but you high-fived in excitement. She knocked in another hole-in-one, but you and Wanda finally had a strategy to beat the redhead.

"Ok, Wanda, we need to get the same number of hits so that it will subtract to zero. I'll aim for 4 or 5 so that you have a bit of wiggle room." The two of you smiled as Natasha dropped her hands into her face.

Everyone was silent as you took your fourth hit and the ball rolled into the hole. Now Wanda needed four. She made it too, but you took a small guess that she might have used her powers for the last one. You thought that Nat noticed too, but if she did, at least she didn't say anything.

"I regret agreeing to this," Natasha grumbled as the three of you put back your clubs and sat down at one of the two tables to calculate your score.

"Well, you can't take it back now!" You smiled in victory.

Natasha still ended up beating both of you with the lowest possible combined score.

"Fuck you, Natasha," Wanda grumbled and you sat disappointed. The redhead laughed.

"C'mon, at least you guys had fun, right?"

You did have a butt-load of fun, though, and there was no doubt about that.

"Absolutely," you blushed, grinning at the two of them. A quiet moment fell over the three of you as you watched the sunset turn into a raging orange, and you took the moment just to stare at them. Both of their green eyes glistened in the light as they looked at you and one another, the moment bordering on becoming awkward.

"Wanda and I hadn't planned anything else after this," Natasha breathed. "But I know I don't want the night to end yet." The Sokovian looked at her.

"What did you have in mind?" She smiled.

"I was hoping the two of you might be interested in some ice cream and a nighttime beach visit since none of us have been out there yet?"

"I would love to." You blushed. "Wanda?"

"Absolutely."

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