#mcu preference

[araneapeixes]

happy dragon age month, i miss my homies so I doodled them in some simple camp clothes (bc im bg3pilled)

[visually-corrupted]

by Maca [jayh.sketch]

[based on this book cover]

[mischievous-thunder]

Stop traumatising the poor thing, Wade!

[juiche]

⚫🔴 b&w version of my Bucky illustration

get your own print here ❤️

[leihaddock]

Let's imagine Steve and Bucky who were well established in their local queer community. Because they lived in one of the few underground queer cities at the time, and it seems damn near impossible that they *wouldn't* know other queer people

Actually, for that, we probably should talk about Sarah first:

as a nurse she saw it as her duty to help anyone and everyone, no question asked and no matter where they come from, and soon developed a reputation for just that

so she had all sorts of people come to her for help

including queer folks in gender and/or sexuality, what we'd nowadays call drag queens and kings, disabled folks, people of colour, jews and so on

little Stevie grows up around a very diverse group of people

when he was only a couple of years old, he asked Sarah ie why that woman had a beard, and she'd explained to him that there are all kinds of people and there was nothing wrong with being "transsexual" or with men liking other men or women liking other women

and that if he ever found out he was like them, she wouldn't care and love him all the same

and that was one of the lessons that stayed with him, along with always getting back up, always protecting those in need of protection, and later from his own experiences, that he didn't like bullies

the community Sarah builds around herself ends up protecting Steve more than once, no matter how much he hates accepting help

So at some point Steve and Bucky meet and befriend each other and become inseparable. And of course the older they get the more people talk. That they're too close, that that sickly Rogers boy is a fairy (or that he's a waste of oxygen and should be dead, let alone ever reproduce), that there are so many pretty girls for Bucky to choose from. You get the idea

Sarah of course figures out they're dating pretty much immediately. she knows her son, she loves Bucky like her own like she knows the Barnes family does in turn for Steve

To me the Barnes family is supportive but it took them some time because they're the "ideal" middle class family and their oldest son being a fairy wasn't quite ideal but they love Steve and Bucky too much to give a rat's ass about it later on

and with all the people Steve grew up knowing and introduced Bucky to, they have plenty of friends, even if they'd choose each other over the world on any given day

society as a whole wasn't kind to them, would never be kind to them, they knew as much, but they weren't alone

sapphic couples to go on double dates with as a cover (though Bucky goes out of his way to find more women to date as a cover, lest people ask too many questions)

underground bars to meet at, in the "bad" parts of town, to drink and kiss and be a normal couple for once

meet artists of all flavours, punks (our modern definition, relative to the time), go to protests and rallies for women's rights and workers' rights

Bucky meets other jewish queer folks, too, to his delight

they run from cops more than once

lose more than one friend in that time too, who got found out and sent to "conversion therapy" at best, but more than once was found beaten to a pulp in the street

Sarah passes away and Steve is distraught, but he's not alone in mourning, her funeral has so so many of the people she'd helped in her life, and there's some solace in that, despite feeling more alone than ever

Bucky moves in with him and they get those few happy years with a lot of the same they'd done since becoming a couple, before the war comes

not only is Steve upset he can't join the war effort, he's now seeing his friends joining, getting drafted, or denied for the same reasons he is. queer women join en mass and he knows he'd find his people there too, but they just won't let him

then Bucky gets drafted and TFA plays (mostly) as we know it

their friends freak the fuck out when Steve's suddenly gone, then shows up as "Captain America"

some of the chorus girls pick up on Steve being queer, and suddenly the whole group feels a lot more comfortable around him, and he actually ends up enjoying their company a lot

the Howlies don't care, Howard doesn't care, Peggy is a Nazi so her view doesn't matter, no one really does, and they get to be pretty open about their relationship, with everyone covering for them

Bucky falls

the Barnes family gets a letter on what happened to Bucky, from Steve, and suddenly they know that they'll lose both their sons/brothers in that war, because there's no Steve without Bucky and no Bucky without Steve

they've always known it would end like that, but just like Steve, they'd never expected Bucky to be the one to die first

Steve puts the plane down

When he's confirmed alive in the 21st century, not only do the families of the Howlies reach out to him, who'd spread far by then

not only the Barnes family, Bucky's niblings and, hell, grand niblings (who all also insist on calling Steve their uncle, because that's who he is to them, and Steve cries at that)

but also all the children and grandchildren of the community he and Bucky had been part of

that had seen so much loss, he gets told, in the 80s and 90s, and before that, but still stands strong as ever and he's welcomed back with open arms

because those people, too, were his family

he's also told how after his death, some asshole wanted to discredit him for being queer, and all the people he'd ever known jumped to help him

his and Bucky's relationship was their families' best kept secret

that loss still weighs heavy on him, so he doesn't have the energy for pride, but there's something about queer rights having advanced enough that people like him can get married, that fills him with both overwhelming joy and longing

then Bucky is alive, and after everything is said and done, they come out to the world and get married, for real, not the fake wedding their community had thrown for them, or the one the Howlies did

and the rest is history

[nickeverdeen]

The original 6 MCU characters reacting to you kissing them while being drunk

Tony Stark

Tony would initially be amused, his signature smirk appearing as soon as you kiss him

He’d make a playful and flitry comments

Despite his teasing, Tony would be concerned about your state and make sure you’re okay

He’d gently guide you away from any more drinks, saying, “Let’s get you some water, champ.”

Tony would definitely remember the incident and bring it up in a humorous way in the future, teasing you lightly about your drunken kiss

Steve Rogers

Steve’s immediate reaction would be one of surprise, his eyes widening in shock

He’d blush, clearly flustered by the unexpected kiss

Steve would gently but firmly pull away, asking if you’re okay and if you need any help getting home

He’d make sure you’re safe for the rest of the night, staying by your side to ensure nothing else happens

Steve might feel a bit awkward about it later but would handle it with his usual politeness, never bringing it up unless you did first

Bruce Banner

Bruce would be visibly shocked, his scientific mind trying to process the unexpected event

He’d feel nervous and awkward, not used to such spontaneous displays of affection

Bruce would gently ask if you’re alright, making sure you’re not feeling unwell

He’d try to reassure you in a calm, soothing manner, suggesting you sit down and drink some water

Bruce might avoid the topic in the future unless you bring it up, feeling too embarrassed to discuss it

Natasha Romanoff

Natasha would be surprised but would quickly recover, a small, amused smile playing on her lips

She’d remain calm and collected, gently but firmly pulling back and assessing your state

Natasha might tease you slightly, saying something like, “Enjoying the party, I see?”

She’d make sure you’re safe and not getting into any more trouble, keeping a close eye on you for the rest of the night

Natasha wouldn’t bring it up again, understanding that it was just a drunken moment and respecting your privacy

Clint Barton

Clint would be startled at first, his reflexes kicking in before he realizes what’s happening

Once he understands, he’d chuckle, finding the situation funny

He’d tease you lightly, saying something like, “Calm down, tiger, you could’ve just asked”

Clint would make sure you’re okay, perhaps even leading you to sit down and sober up a bit

He’d definitely remember the incident and might bring it up later in a joking manner, making sure you’re comfortable with it

Thor

Thor would be surprised but quickly break into a hearty laugh, finding the situation really funny

He’d respond with an affectionate, “Ah, a kiss from a friend! You honor me!”

Thor would ensure you’re alright, offering to get you something to eat or drink to help sober you up after a while

He’d stay close to you, ensuring your safety and wellbeing for the rest of the evening

Thor wouldn’t bring it up again unless you did, respecting your dignity and understanding it was a harmless, drunken moment

[lobeliamaximoff]

damn I feel physically sick when I think about Val manipulating and drugging this poor boy. The Empire article says Bob has a good, gentle soul, that he is lost, and this woman will probably use his desire to belong, to be useful and help people to her advantage and turn him into her weapon I just-

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I cannot tell you enough how much I love the way you draw Charles, every time you post new doodles of him an angel gets their wings <3

thank you so much !!!!! at the rate im going at ill have an army of angels in no time

[daylighted]

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attempting a proper taglist again & hopefully i can stick to it & not confuse myself 😔 cross ur fingers !! ㅤ ㅤ BY FANDOM ! if you only want a certain person from a fandom, just say so !!! thank you !!!

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[lucentcosmos]

Late hopping on to this pose trend, but since I drew wagatha last year for the 2yrs since wandavision, they deserve another drawing for it being now 3 years 0.o

[graveyardhorror]

𒌐 MCU PETER PARKER dating!headcanons

misc. masterlist

-the type to stare at you with hearts in his eyes from across the room but look away and stare a plain wall with a look of fake interest, very subtle and nonchalant lol

-had a crush on you way before you dated but was always too afraid of rejection to ever say anything since he’s liked you for what feels like forever, little did he know you were always waiting on him to make a move after dropping hints at your crush on him

-being a hero really upped his confidence in speaking his mind and being his authentic self without worrying about how others would perceive him, with no longer caring for being the bigger person for the benefit of others he decides to start doing things he should’ve done a long time ago, starting with asking a certain someone a certain question

-still a bit nervous for your response he braces himself for a potential rejection, you can imagine his total surprise when you sigh with the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen and say,

“I thought you’d never ask”

-your first date is simple and cute, with a bite to eat at the local pizza place and a walk full of flushed glances at one another you two finally have the long awaited conversation where you realize how well you connect

-after realizing how much you two have in common and wondering why you two never became friends sooner the overwhelming feeling of wanting to be closer emerges

-with his newfound lover and heroic activities Peter definitely has his hands full, luckily this seemingly life is all he’s ever wanted and he couldn’t be more grateful

-walks you to class everyday and it doesn’t matter if his class is across campus he’s still doing so with a grin on his face; holding hands all the time, cuddling after school, tutors you for the price of one kiss per right answer, writes you cute notes during class

-there are some moments where he wishes he didn’t have to hide his Spider-Man identity from you, feeling like keeping such a big secret from you early in the relationship is starting off on the wrong foot, though he eventually does due to a canon event

-after revealing his identity to you he feels lighter, definitely no more secrets after this; he checks on you all the time as Spider-Man even before he tells you it’s him, he worries that one day someone will target you because of who he is

dividers by cafekitsune

[ninus9607]

❝𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

𝟥. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓅𝓉𝟣

Pairing(s): Marvel Characters x Female! reader

Word count: 1.8K

Warning: nothing

tags l content: fluff, jealousy, mutual pinning, alcohol

AN: I hope you like it.... please forgive me for every mistake!! English is not my first language!

Steve Rogers / Captain America

It was a quiet afternoon in your flower shop, the kind of day where time seemed to move a little slower. The familiar chime of the bell above the door broke the stillness, and you glanced up from the arrangement you were working on. There he was, Steve Rogers, standing awkwardly near the entrance like he always did.

"Hey, Steve," you greeted with a warm smile. "What brings you in today?"

He smiled back, shy but friendly, and stepped closer to the counter. "Hi, Y/N. I, uh, need to pick up some flowers. For someone... special."

You raised an eyebrow, amused by the slight pink flush creeping up his neck. "Oh? Special, huh? Tell me about her"

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting to the floor. "Well, she's... amazing. Kind, thoughtful, really talented. She's got this way of making everything around her better." His voice softened, and he looked up at you, his cheeks still faintly red. "She's one of a kind."

Your chest tightened at his words, but you kept your tone light as you began pulling flowers for the bouquet. "She sounds incredible. What's she like... y'know, looks-wise?"

He hesitated, then smiled a little. "She's beautiful. But it's not just that. It's the way she smiles when she's working or how she always seems to know the right thing to say." His gaze lingered on you, and your fingers faltered on the ribbon you were tying.

"Sounds like she's lucky to have someone like you, Steve," you said softly, handing him the finished bouquet.

"Thanks," he murmured, taking the flowers carefully. As always, he reached into his wallet and handed you more than the total. "Keep the change," he added, just like he always did.

You rolled your eyes but smiled. "Steve, you know this is way too much."

He shrugged, his smile turning a bit bashful. "Consider it a thank-you for always being so good at this."

"Just doing my job," you replied, giving him a teasing look. "Good luck with... her."

Steve hesitated, standing there as if trying to find the right words. Then, he cleared his throat. "Actually, Y/N... about her."

You tilted your head, curious. "Yeah?"

"She's, uh..." He let out a nervous laugh and glanced away before looking back at you, his expression earnest. "It's you. You're the one I've been talking about."

You froze, the words catching you completely off guard. "Me?"

He nodded quickly, his voice growing steadier. "Yeah. I've been coming here for weeks trying to work up the courage to say something, but I didn't know how to do it without sounding like an idiot."

A soft laugh escaped you. "You don't sound like an idiot."

His shoulders relaxed slightly, but the blush on his face deepened. "I've been meaning to ask... would you want to go out with me? Maybe dinner? Or... whatever you'd like."

You blinked, your heart racing. For a moment, all you could do was stare at him. Then, slowly, a smile spread across your face. "I'd like that. A lot."

The tension in his shoulders melted away, and his grin lit up the entire room." "Really?"

"Really," you said, nodding. "But you didn't need to buy flowers to ask me."

He laughed, glancing at the bouquet in his hand. "Well, they're for you now. And, uh..."He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small box of chocolates. "These too. I remembered you said you liked these."

Your smile grew, touched by the thoughtfulness of it all. "You didn't have to do all this, Steve. But... thank you."

He looked down at you, his blue eyes soft and hopeful. "So... tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night," you agreed, already feeling like this was the start of something special.

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Tony Stark / Iron Man

The Quinjet's engines hummed steadily as you paced back and forth, your eyes flicking anxiously to the loading ramp. The mission had gone sideways again and you'd heard over comms that Tony was hurt. Now all you could do was wait, nerves coiling tighter with every passing second.

Finally, heavy footsteps echoed up the ramp, and there he was Tony Stark, looking worse for wear. His suit was scorched and dented, his face streaked with dirt and blood. He limped slightly as he entered, but he still dared to flash you a grin.

"Miss me?" he quipped, though his voice was strained.

You crossed your arms, glaring at him. "Sit down, Stark. Now!"

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your tone, but he complied, collapsing into a seat with a groan. "Didn't know my assistant was also my mom. What's next? A lecture?"

"Oh, you're definitely getting a lecture," you snapped, grabbing the med kit and kneeling in front of him. "What were you thinking, going in alone like that? You could've gotten yourself killed!"

Tony winced as you dabbed at the cut on his forehead, but the smirk never left his face. "Aw, you do care."

"Of course, I care!" you shot back, your voice sharp as you cleaned the wound. "It's my job to keep you alive and functioning, and you make that nearly impossible."

"Well," he drawled, leaning back slightly, "you're doing a great job so far. I'm still here, aren't I?"

"Barely," you muttered, moving to check the gash on his arm.

For a moment, Tony was quiet, watching you with an expression you couldn't quite read. Then, as you started stitching up the wound, he said lightly, "You know, Y/N, I don't say this enough, but I really appreciate you."

You snorted. "Is that the pain talking, or are you actually trying to be sincere?"

"A little of both," he admitted with a grin. "But seriously. I don't know how I'd survive without you."

You rolled your eyes, tying off the stitch. "Don't get too sentimental on me now, Stark. I'm still mad at you."

"Noted," he said, his tone playful. Then, after a beat, he added, "So, about surviving... I was thinking we should test that theory. Maybe over dinner?"

You froze, glancing up at him. "You're asking me out. Now. While I'm stitching you up."

He shrugged, wincing slightly. "What can I say? I'm a multitasker."

"Tony..." you started, exasperated.

"Come on," he said, his voice softer this time. "One date. Let me prove I'm not always this reckless."

You sighed, shaking your head. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"And yet," he said with a crooked smile, "you're still here."

You stared at him for a long moment, then finally let out a reluctant laugh. "Fine. One date. But if you pull a stunt like this again, you're on your own."

Tony grinned, the pain in his eyes momentarily forgotten. "One date. I'll take it."

As you packed up the med kit, you couldn't help but smile. For all his flaws, Tony Stark had a way of getting under your skin—and maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

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Loki / God of Mischief

The palace halls were quiet that afternoon, sunlight filtering through the high windows as you worked in Loki's chambers. You had been assigned to clean his room more often now, much to the confusion of the other staff. "He doesn't let anyone in there," they'd whispered when you were given the task. But Loki had never seemed to mind your presence.

You were dusting the shelves when you heard the faint creak of the door behind you. Turning quickly, you saw Loki standing there, his presence as commanding as ever. His dark hair fell loosely around his face, and his piercing eyes studied you with an unreadable expression.

"My apologies, my lord," you said, stepping back. "I didn't hear you come in."

He didn't respond right away, instead walking toward you with deliberate steps. In his hands was a book—one you hadn't seen before. Without a word, he held it out to you.

Hesitant but curious, you took the book and opened it. Inside, the pages were blank except for a single, handwritten poem on the first page.

**"In quiet halls, where shadows play, A light has come to brighten my day. Through whispers soft and laughter sweet, A soul like yours, no match could meet.

If ever time permits, you'll find, A place for you within my mind. So put aside your tasks and see, If you would share a day with me."**

Your breath caught as you read the last line. Beneath the poem, in neat script, were the words: "Will you join me for an afternoon—just you and me, no duties or cleaning? Yours, Loki." You looked up at him, heart racing. He stood there, his gaze steady yet almost shy, as if he was bracing for rejection.

"Loki..." you started, your voice softer now.

"If you do not wish to," he said quickly, his tone uncharacteristically uncertain, "you are under no obligation."

A small smile tugged at your lips as you closed the book. "I'd like that," you said simply.

For the first time, you saw a flicker of relief—and maybe even joy—cross his face. "Tomorrow then?" he asked, his voice regaining its usual smoothness.

"Tomorrow," you agreed, and as he left the room, you realized that cleaning Loki's chambers might have been the start of something much more meaningful.

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Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

You and Natasha had been working together at Shield for years. At first, it was strictly professional. But over time, you'd become close really close. Natasha was the kind of person who kept her distance from everyone, but with you, she let her guard down. And you? Well, you always saw beyond her tough exterior. You understood her better than most, and she knew she could always count on you.

Lately, Natasha's feelings for you have been getting harder to ignore. It started with small things. The way your laugh made her heart skip. How she always found herself watching you when you weren't looking. She never really believed in love—not after everything she had been through. But with you... it felt different. She couldn't ignore it anymore.

She had been fighting it for weeks, unsure of what to do with the feelings that were quickly growing stronger. She was supposed to be a trained killer, a spy, someone who didn't get caught up in emotions. But there was something about you that made her feel like maybe it was okay to want more.

The day Natasha finally decided to do something about it, you were in the middle of a mission briefing. You were sitting across the room, your focus entirely on the details, but Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from you. She had been waiting for the right moment. But now that it was here, she felt like she couldn't breathe.

She stood up and walked over to where you were sitting, but just as she was about to speak, you looked up, locking eyes with her.

"I need to talk to you," she said, her voice surprisingly soft.

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? What's up?"

She hesitated, unsure of how to start. "I've been thinking... a lot, actually." Natasha's gaze dropped for a second, her usual confidence replaced with something a little more vulnerable. "I—well, I think I like you. More than just as a friend, more than just a teammate."

You blinked, caught off guard, but then it all clicked into place. You felt it too, all those little moments you'd brushed off as nothing more than friendship.

"I like you too, Nat," you said, a small smile pulling at your lips. "I've been trying to figure out how to say it."

She looked at you, surprised but relieved. "You have?"

You chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not exactly good at this whole thing."

Natasha laughed, her shoulders relaxing for the first time all day. "Neither am I."

There was a pause, and then she gave you a sly grin. "So... what now?"

You raised an eyebrow, giving her a teasing look. "I think... we go out, maybe? No missions, no work just us."

Her grin widened, a little more confident now. "I'd like that."

And just like that, the tension between you two melted away. Natasha, who had spent so many years avoiding emotions, finally let herself feel something real, and it felt... right.

AN: guys, don't worry, the other half will have a slightly different chapter so be prepared!!

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[zafirosreverie]

Always been like this (Agatha x F!Reader)

For: @tryingmybest233333 hope you like it!

Wanda jumped, barely saving the cake she had in her hands thanks to her magic. She quickly placed it on the counter and forced a smile as she watched Agnes storm into her kitchen. She doubted the brunette hadn't seen the red threads that came from her hands, but whatever it was that had her annoyed distracted her enough not to mention it.

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"That bitch!"

"What happened?" the redhead asked carefully "is it Y/N again?"

“When is it not Y/N, Wanda?” Agnes rolled her eyes.

The younger woman felt a little awkward for asking, but she kept her smile on her face as she allowed her friend to raid her wine rack. She really didn't know how it had started, or why.

Everything in Westview was supposed to be perfect, so that she and Vision could live their lives happily with each other without worrying about a thing. Sure, she had put Dottie there, but it was simply for the occasional drama she watched on old shows when she was a kid.

However, she did not remember this. A feud between neighbors, sure, in some episode perhaps, but a damn pitched war that devastated everything? Where had that come from?! Wanda had no idea.

The only thing she knew was that for some reason, you and Agnes hated each other's guts. You couldn't see each other on the street without starting to hurl insults that you barely disguised as flirting (but everyone could hear the venom in your voice), it was normal for indecently rude gestures to be thrown at each other, and even sabotage at each other in Dottie's meetings if you had the chance.

It was common knowledge that having you in the same room with Agnes for more than two seconds was an imminent catastrophe, and over time, they had all learned to leave you alone and try not to get caught in the crossfire between you two. But no one had been able to tell Wanda why you hated each other so much.

"It's always been like this" Geraldine had told her, shrugging as Agnes shot you annoyed glances across the street.

It was as if no one knew, as if you had simply woken up one morning and decided that you hated the brunette with everything in you and she had agreed to return the favor. Something had to give in. Even if it was for the sake of her cupboard.

“Agnes” she began cautiously as her friend poured her second glass “why do you hate Y/N so much?”

"Hey! She hates ME, so I hate her back" the brunette defended herself

"But why does she hate you?"

"And what do I know?" Agnes shrugged "probably because I'm prettier and she's jealous."

Wanda laughed, deciding it wasn't worth arguing with her friend, especially when it came to the other's ego and vanity, but something in her mind was bothering her. What if she was losing control? What if she had kept this fake reality for so long that its was strating to become real? What if people were gaining freedom? She wasn't going to get a straight answer from Agnes, so she would have to go to you to try to figure this out.

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"Oh, hello Wanda!" you smiled sweetly as the redhead walked towards you "how are you?"

"Fine, thank you, Y/N" she replied "I don't want to bother you, but, there is something I would like to ask you."

"Sure! I'll do what I can to help you" you assured her.

Wanda smiled gratefully at you, and the doubt in her mind simply grew. She, like everyone in town, knew you for being incredibly kind and helpful, always ready to offer good advice, a helping hand, or comfort to anyone who needed it. For her, it was almost impossible to imagine you hating someone. And yet, your smile turned into an annoyed grimace and you rolled your eyes when she mentioned her friend.

"It's about Agnes" she said softly.

"What did that hateful woman do now?" you asked with annoyance

"N-nothing…I think" she responded quickly "it's just…I just want to know why you seem to hate her so much"

You looked at the redhead in front of you carefully. She looked as firm and confident as ever, but in her eyes you could see that she was actually upset, almost desperate. You assumed that your fights with Agnes were disrupting her happy married life, especially since you were aware of the brunette breaking into her house to complain about you whenever she could.

"I don't hate her" you said, deciding that you could be a little compassionate toward her "I just resent her presence."

"That…isn't that the same as hating her?"

"No" you replied "I mean, I don't wish her harm or want her to die, that would be hating her, but I don't want her around me. That damn woman is capricious and spoiled and somehow she always gets what she wants. It's annoying."

"I know Agnes can be… difficult" Wanda conceded to you "but she's a good person, maybe you guys just need to get to know each other better"

"oh believe me" you laughed softly "I know her very well, better than anyone"

You winked and smiled before turning around and continuing on your way as if nothing had happened, leaving the redhead with more questions than answers and, if the suddenly cold air around you was any indicator, even greater desperation.

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"You're a bitch"

"You love me for that"

Agatha laughed heartily as she watched you pace around the kitchen, throwing ingredients into the pan as you smiled at her over your shoulder. Ever since you guys came to Westview to steal the chaos magic, the witch had to admit that your plan to have fun in the process made every day solving Wanda's problems worth it.

"How long do you think it will take for her to break?"

"I don't know, she seemed pretty lost this afternoon" you shrugged "although that might be because you're running out of her wine supply" you smirked.

"I have to charge something for all the help I give her" Agatha joked.

“I’m sure” you laughed.

The brunette looked at you in silence for a while longer, waiting until you finished making dinner and turned off the stove before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. She placed a soft kiss on your neck as you leaned against her and you could feel the smile growing on her face.

"So I'm a bloody capricious and spoiled woman, huh darling?" she whispered

"You know well that you are the most capricious and spoiled being in the world, Aggs" you laughed.

"And you are the rudest, most terrible person" she pouted "you fight with me when all I do is love you. But I shouldn't be surprised, it's always been like this"

"It's called marriage, honey" you smiled

[softgaycontent]

they had carol move into the old home she shared with maria because they wanted me to go insane

[brainrotcharacters]

It's hilarious how the visceral adoration Wade felt for Captain America was equaled only by the visceral hatred he felt for Johnny Storm

[nickeverdeen]

Young Avengers and their love language

Yelena Belova

Acts Of Service

Yelena shows her care by always offering a helping hand with tasks or chores

She’s fiercely protective, always ensuring you’re safe and secure

Yelena loves to cook or bring you food, believing a good meal is a way to show she cares

Mac and cheese is the most usual food (with hot sauce if you don’t mind)

She’ll run errands for you without being asked, wanting to lighten your load

Yelena often fixes things around your place, whether it’s a broken appliance or a leaky faucet

She’s always willing to train or exercise with you, combining her skills with spending quality time together

Though small, she often leaves useful items or little surprises for you to find

Yelena frequently checks in on you, making sure you’re okay and offering help if needed

She plans activities or events, ensuring you have everything you need for a good time

Yelena is always there when you need her, proving her loyalty through her actions

Kate Bishop

Words Of Affirmation

Kate frequently compliments you, making sure you know how much she admires, appreciates and loves you

She’s always there to encourage you, boosting your confidence with her positive words

Kate loves leaving you sweet messages, whether through texts or little notes

She often expresses her affection verbally, telling you how much she cares about you

Kate isn’t shy about praising you in front of others, proud to have you in her life

Especially as her partner

She’s an attentive listener, always providing supportive and kind responses

Kate loves sharing stories and experiences, using them to express her feelings and build a deeper connection

She often reassures you, especially during tough times, making sure you feel valued and loved

Kate regularly expresses her gratitude for the little things you do, showing how much she appreciates you

She makes it a point to remind you daily of how much you mean to her and how much she loves you through her words

America Chavez (wlw/lesbian)

Physical Touch

America gives the best hugs, always warm and reassuring

She loves holding your hand, whether you’re walking around or just sitting together

America often places a hand on your shoulder or back, providing comfort and support

She enjoys cuddling up with you during quiet moments, making you feel safe and loved

America engages in playful touches like poking or ruffling your hair to show her affection

She loves giving you gentle kisses, whether it’s on your forehead, cheek, or lips

America’s protective side shows through her physical presence, always staying close

She often gives your hand or arm a reassuring squeeze, especially during stressful times

America loves dancing with you, using it as a fun way to connect physically

Her physical presence is always warm and comforting, making you feel secure and cherished

Cassie Lang

Quality Time

Cassie loves spending time doing things you both enjoy, whether it’s watching movies, playing games, or going for walks

She’s always up for an adventure, planning outings and trips to create lasting memories together

Cassie is an attentive listener, making sure to give you her full attention during conversations

She enjoys planning special date nights, focusing on creating meaningful experiences

Cassie loves helping you with projects or tasks, turning them into bonding activities

She enjoys learning new things with you, whether it’s taking a class or trying a new hobby

Cassie cherishes quiet moments together, like reading side by side or simply enjoying each other’s company

She makes it a point to support your passions and interests, attending events or participating with you

Cassie often surprises you with spontaneous plans to keep things exciting and fun

She values just being there for you, providing consistent and meaningful companionship