#wanda did nothing wrong in her entire life

[ryan-is-a-god]

*Trying to find something sensible to wear during the winter*

My options:

+ My options when I finally bought a cloak:

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

[wandaslittlebird]

Broken

Another cut segment of Her Special Girl Part 2! (Hopefully coming soon)

CW: Stepmom/stepdaughter, mention of strap on usage, sexual experimenting, shame, no explicit smut but still very much 18+

“Mama?” You asked, laid back against the headboard with Wanda’s head resting on your chest. The strap she’d just fucked you with was still nestled between your legs, resting sticky against your thigh. Neither of you had the energy to get up just yet, and you were more than happy to stay just like this until your stamina returned.

The night had been wonderful. You’d never felt more complete and satisfied in your life. Having Wanda inside you made you feel like the most important girl in the universe. She loved you. She took care of you. Everything was perfect.

Except your stomach tightened with a certain unshakable shame and embarrassment.

You hadn’t cum.

She had to have noticed, but she hadn’t mentioned it. Your mind swam with possibilities. She had to be disappointed, right? I mean she’d fucked you for over an hour, putting in so much hard work to make sure you felt good… all for nothing.

You weren’t sure why it hadn’t happened. You’d felt so wonderful the entire time. She had made you feel so good. But your orgasm simply never came.

“Yes, my little love?” She mumbled into your chest. She was practically collapsed against you from exhaustion. It had been a good long while since she’d fucked anyone like that.

“I did a good job, right? I was good?” You tried to keep your composure, but your voice came out far shakier than you were hoping. Your hand nervously played with her hair, braiding small bits of it at random.

She turned to the side, propping herself up on her elbow so she could see your face. “Of course you were, angel. You did wonderful. Mama’s so proud of you.” She wiped your hair from your face, cupping your cheek to force your avoidant eyes to meet hers.

“Even though I didn’t…”

She lifted her eyebrows, waiting for you to finish your question. She knew what you were trying to ask, of course. When you didn’t continue, she reached up and squeezed your hand. “Did you still enjoy yourself?”

“Yes! Yes I-“ You felt the need to reassure her she hadn’t done anything wrong. Whatever the problem was, it was with you. You’d felt fantastic. You weren’t sure why you hadn’t cum. Your nervous ramblings were cut off when you felt her hand gently squeeze yours again. 

“Then that’s all that matters, honey,” Wanda reassured, resting her head back on your chest. “I enjoyed myself, too.”

You looked back down at her, confused. “But I know you worked really hard and I… I don’t wanna make you feel bad.”

She rubbed her hands up and down your hips in a calming motion. “I don’t feel bad, love. You were doing so good for me, telling me how much you loved me and how much you were enjoying yourself. I wasn’t doing this to make you cum, honey. I was doing this to make you feel good.”

You took a deep breath, still anxiously fiddling. You trusted her, that she wasn’t upset, but you couldn’t shake the feeling there was something wrong with you.

As if she could read your thoughts she knelt over you, straddling you on either side. You could feel the toy pressing against your stomach as she reached for your cheek again.

“You aren’t broken, detka,” she stated simply. Tears unexpectedly pricked your eyes at her words. She wiped them away with her thumb. “You don’t have to cum every time, sweetie. It’s okay.”

“But this time was special, and I really wanted to show you I was enjoying myself and… and I just don’t understand!” You cried.

“Sometimes our bodies react in ways we don’t expect,” she explained. “And each and every body is different. Some things that work for other people might not work for you. But that’s okay. I’m here to learn all about your body, and what it needs for you to feel the best it possibly can. It’s not a failure for either of us that you didn’t cum, sweetheart. It wasn’t a failure at all because we learned about a new way to make your body feel good.”

You nodded in understanding, so relieved she didn’t think you were broken or that there was something wrong with you. “So we can do it again?”

She laughed and kissed your forehead. “Of course honey. And next time we can use the vibrator if you want. I bet that will make you feel even better.”

You smiled. You were so glad you had her with you, on this journey to discovering your own pleasure. You wanted more than anything to learn what made her feel good, and it made your heart swell to think she wanted to do the same.

She collapsed against your chest again, peppering kisses across your bare skin. “And for the record,” she teased seductively, “I think I came enough for the both of us.”

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

Gertrude Robinson

She did what she thought was best given the situation she was in. Was it all lager revealed to be largely useless? Yes, but her actions are justified within her worldview.

The fandom seems divided on her doing nothing wrong and her being of the devil. What if. And hear me out. She did what she thought was best and that led to both good and bad consequences that were intended sometimes and unintended other times. What then?

Look me in my eyes. She had the most steadfast moral code of the entire show. She believed in saving the world and she would do Anything to do it, everyone else had a breaking point where they would put their wants above their values but she never did. She sacrificed people, yes, and that was bad, but I am 100% certain people would not care even half as much if she weren't a woman and the people she sacrificed weren't men. She has Layers. Like an onion.

Wanda Maximoff

They hate to see a girl boss winning. Yeah she did all that but people got really mad about it for some reason. Free my girl

Look, my girl just wanted to cling to some shred of happiness when she'd had everything in her life taken from her. So what if she brainwashed a small town of people? No one got hurt (that badly anyways). Anyways, Multiverse of Madness treated her horribly, and it took her a lot less time to snap then it would most people in her situation. She deserves to be happy

[nataliasquote]

Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Alongside my work on Wattpad and AO3, you can find all my mini series and oneshots linked down below. I usually only write for Natasha Romanoff and occasionally Yelena Belova, but feel free to send in any requests. But no smut, I’m not comfortable with that :)

Natasha Romanoff | Series

[F = fluff, A = angst, H = hot af ]

⧗ Double the Trouble AU | WandaNat x daughter: [F] Natasha and Wanda have their work cut out raising twin girls. But despite the struggles and the arguments, there is nothing that would break the bond this family has created

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Canon oneshots:

A Day Out: [F] summer and sunshine calls for family trips out. To the zoo, naturally[2.9k words]

Groceries: [F] Natasha volunteers to do the weekly shop. Mundane, perhaps, but with two babies, things are never smooth sailing [1.4k words]

Cuddles: [F] a tipsy Y/n only wants one thing when she comes home from a party- Natasha’s hugs. And who is Natasha to refuse cuddles from her teenagers? [800 words]

New Families: [F] Natasha was content keeping her little family to herself. But Yelena and Melina weren’t. Which is how the family of four find themselves in Ohio, resurfacing memories for Natasha and challenging the three year olds in a whole new environment. Isla loves it, Y/n… not so much [4.4k words]

Yelena’s Day: [F] it’s finally Yelena’s turn to babysit the twins… a big responsibility for a usually messy Russian. [4.3k words]

⧗ My Songbird AU | Natasha x Willow (O!C): It’s the 70s. Final summer of high school. Why not spend it getting high, partying and sneaking off with your girlfriend in a town that is so disapproving of anything deviating from the norm.

Mood board | part 1 [F]

⧗ Back in Time | Winterwidow x daughter: Natasha and Bucky’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission. She doesn’t ask for much, she only wants to see them again.

part 1 [F] | part 2 [A]

⧗ Midas Touch | Maid!Natasha: no amount of money will ever save a broken marriage or a broken woman. But maybe the right person can turn everything she touches into gold and this time won’t be cursed to break everything she cares about.

part 1 [F + A] | part 2 [F + A]

Natasha Romanoff | Oneshots

⧗ Promises: [A] Natasha and Anastasia didn’t know love… not until they found it in each other. But the Red Room was cold, in more ways than one [2.6k words]

⧗ Ghost of You: [F + A] Learning to move on after Natasha’s sacrifice is the hardest thing in the world [3.2k words]

⧗ Lost in the Fire | f1 AU: [A] A horrific crash tests Natasha’s nerves to the limit as she has no choice but to sit back and watch from the garage. Her girlfriend and her sister push themselves for that all important win. [4.5k words]

⧗ I Will Rescue You | natasha romanoff x adopted daughter reader: [F + A] An alert from the Red Room sends Natasha, Yelena and Bucky on a last minute mission. But what they find is far from expected… [3.7k words]

⧗ Can’t You See This is Breaking Me: [A] Natasha isn’t quite ready to give her entire life for the woman she loves [5.2k words]

⧗ Tattoos For Troubled Minds: [F] Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake [3.6k words]

⧗ Midnight: [A] Natasha has never learned how to rest, and at midnight is where she is most vulnerable [1.1k words]

⧗ I Know What You Are: [A] The bane of Natasha’s existence had finally slipped up but when sent to eliminate her, feeling get in the way far too easily. [5.9k words]

⧗ Mustang | cowgirl Nat AU: [H] The mayor’s daughter. A bounty hunter. One has freedom, the other does not. But will one fleeting night be enough to convince Natasha to leave everything she’s ever known behind? [4.3k words]

⧗ Is It All For Nothing?: [A] You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong? [1.3k words]

⧗ Welcome To My Head At Midnight | song fic: [A] Natasha Romanoff is her own worst enemy and maybe this fight isn’t one she’s so sure she can win. [2k words]

Yelena Belova | Oneshots

⧗ For Her: [F + A] Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton… [1.7k words]

[sytoran]

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓.

completely and entirely based on 'taunt' by lovejoy.

──── ☕ pairing. wanda maximoff x gn!reader

──── ☕ cont. high school/college!au, gn!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, implied sexual references, homophobia, "best friends", unrequited love, vision's an ass, you deserve better, but i had to do it, wanda's nose-scrunch is a recurring theme, look me in the eyes and tell me i'm wrong for that.

──── ☕ note. my angst brainrot with wanda maximoff. she's kinda-but-not-realy-but-yea homophobic (???) i'm so sorry, for once i capitalize my words but only this time for uniformity

masterlist / AO3

The first time you see Wanda Maximoff, you think she’s taunting you.

She's always asking, "Am I alright?"

As if auspicious or in my pint

She stares at you from across the classroom. Iridescent, mischievous, calculating. You blink slowly. What do you want? Your eyes ask. Hers don’t answer.

I'll find the answer or a good night

Thank God the time is short

The moment ends before your brain can wrap itself around the situation. Those eyes flicker away. You swear you’re hallucinating, but it was the Wanda Maximoff that just stared at you for a moment too long, right?

Popular but in a cool way, dark but humorous, casual but breathtaking — that Wanda Maximoff, right?

And, yes, you always do that one thing

When you wrinkle up the nose bridge

The next time you see Wanda Maximoff, she’s not standing that far away at all. Instead, right up next to you. Almost delving into your personal space.

She’s just curious. That’s all, you tell yourself. It was a coincidence that she sat there, a matter of circumstance.

Her books have crossed that line of boundaries, chair a little too close. Her elbow is merely an inch from yours. It’s really nothing.

You shrug it off, because Wanda hasn’t said a single word to you.

The redhead’s response comes in nothing more than a nose-scrunch.

I'm trying to figure out what that meant

Wrinkling her nose bridge, eyes narrowed in a bitten-back chortle, glimmering with amusement. You follow her line of vision in silent contemplation.

You freeze when you see her fingers tracing the pride sticker on your file.

Fingertips, scratching the already fading sticker. The nose-scrunch doesn’t seem that friendly anymore.

A rainbow becomes a sea of black. A coldness washes over you.

I took it as a taunt

After that incident, the two of you never did speak for nearly five months. High school graduation happened soon after, and then Wanda Maximoff tasted like a distant memory.

Remember way back then in school?

It’s less history, and more present. Truth or dare, college classes.

You never thought you’d see her again, to be honest, but life swung by however it pleased. Apparently, life swung towards inexplicably alluring women.

Of course, Wanda being Wanda, had taken the dare for nearly every single round.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A drinking challenge, with Steve Rogers, who tapped out three rounds before her. Done.

Did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A tattoo, from the shitty parlor down the street. Done.

And I don't think I have a clue

The word ‘kiss’ falls from Valkyrie’s lips before you can help it, because it’s Wanda’s turn again and you’re a hopeless fool.

Wanda’s been dared to kiss you.

'Cause, well, did anybody ever say no to you?

‘Levitating’ by Dua Lipa has never felt heavier. The music is ringing in your ears. Cheers turn into wolf-whistles, turn into chants. Your skin prickles.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

You couldn’t say no to her.

Before Wanda can brush off with a charming smile that no, you’re not comfortable with it, or before her eyes can bring up bitter memories from three years ago — you pull her into a kiss.

A hand resting on her annoyingly soft cheek. Your thumb finds the divine urge to run over her flushed cheeks and sharp cheekbones, but restraint pushes you back.

When you break from the kiss, your eyes are unsettled, because why did that feel good? You ignore the hoots from your friends, instead send a slow smile to the flustered mess that was Wanda.

You could taunt her as well.

You're always trying to leave the table

Phone calls, toilet breaks, unstable

Wanda Maximoff is not fine.

She has not been, since she started dating Jarvis. You don’t care, you really don’t.

But when he drops her hand and brushes her off mid-speech, you think you might find the strength in you to break a neck.

I’m fine, Wanda insists. I’m happy, so you can leave me alone. For once. Just ‘cause you’re gay doesn’t mean everyone is, alright?

Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you walk away with defiant eyes and a trembling bottom lip.

Wanda’s a good liar.

And don't you think that we can all tell?

You're insecure, you're insecure

Wanda Maximoff, to you, is shitty diners, and expired bubblegum, and late night car drives to quiet lakes.

Under the prerequisite of friends, that is.

I guess I always do that one thing

When I get too drunk and jump in

You don’t mean it, you really don’t, when your fist flies and happens to knock into Jarvis’ nose on a hot Wednesday night.

He’s just been such a bitch to Wanda, and she’s just your best friend, you know, but there’s a line — there’s a line that you have every right to cross when he forgets her birthday, and she starts crying, and he gets mad.

To figure out what makes your brain tick

You don’t hold yourself back from spitting a snarl of foul words when Jarvis shoves past you. Wanda’s yelling at you, but you’re too tired to care.

Even Tony, so obstinate and so proud, gives you a sympathetic smile.

You’ve never hit a harder rock bottom.

I'm a listener, I'm a listener

When Wanda breaks down into your arms later that night, body wracking with heavy sobs and gasps for air, you listen.

You let her punch your shoulder, then you stroke her back, and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. It was all you’d ever be.

Until she pushed you down onto that rackety bed, meeting your lips along the way. Iridescent, mischievous, miscalculated.

Forget the number for the cab call

As you're dashing out the front door

The next morning is a rush, with Wanda grabbing this after that, saying that she was sorry, and she’d make it up to you. She also calls you a reliable friend, and you want to sink into the depths of darkholds.

She was halfway out the door before you opened your eyes.

You claim to try to dodge the catcalls

Exactly one week later, when you see Jarvis pushing Wanda up against the wall, your heart collapses in on itself.

She was your first love, and you were her little taunt.

Thank God the time is short

Weeks fly by, but it feels strangely quick. You’ve grown numb to the sights of Wanda and her stupidly pretty boyfriend.

And, yes, you always do that one thing

An informal college graduation party, at the same shitty diner with the same shitty pop music.

You don’t really know what you’re doing when you pull a pretty girl into a kiss, after about five minutes of flirting and fifty minutes of alcohol.

'Cause when you throw and drench me under your drink

Cranberry juice stains your white shirt in a few moments. You break away from the kiss, hardly surprised to see Wanda Maximoff with her face redder than her flaming hair, a now-emptied glass about to snap in her hands.

I'm trying to figure out what that means

You can’t feel, not when she was everything to you but you were nothing more than a friend.

“What’s the big issue?�� you had drawled, eyes narrowed as you surveyed Wanda with a painfully indifferent expression. “Friends can kiss each other, right?”

The silence is loud.

Wanda’s nose scrunches, a painful imprintment into your godforsaken memory, and a dagger is stabbed into your gut because this time, because you know she's trying not to cry.

Her nose is scrunching, not because she's taunting you, but because she's blinking back tears, and her bottom lip is trembling so much. So, so much.

It’s stupid, the way you’re holding back tears yourself — you want to shout, and scream, because what did you fucking do to deserve the way she treated you.

But you join in with your friends on the cruel laughter, because you don’t know what else to do. Because she was never yours.

The last time you see Wanda Maximoff, you know she’s not taunting you, but you so desperately want to believe she is.

I took it as a taunt

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i was not fine when i wrote this. i'm going through my depressed arc because i'll never be truly accepted by my parents (bawls)

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[alexawynters]

Scarlet Whispers pt 11

Gif not mine

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-10 here

Chapter Eleven

A/N: Sorry I forgot to post this week. Been pleasantly living life and it has. Been. Wonderful. Realized last second that this was the end of the week and I had not yet updated even though I had promised I would. This is not edited (beyond the usual sending it to the same three people at any rate), so uhhh... Sorry

Wanting to continue to woo you and show you just how happy the pair of you could be together, Wanda spends much of the night holding you in her arms as she plans to put together the perfect day for you tomorrow. Taking into account details she knows about your likes and dislikes from both you and your variant, as well as considering outings you had never gotten to experience before, the witch feels fairly confident in her plans for tomorrow. It wouldn’t take long for her to arrange it, just a few portals and conversations to make before you awakened for breakfast, and you always did love to sleep in.

Carefully extracting herself from around your body, Wanda placed a simple spell to ensure you stayed asleep while she was gone. Not viewing that as intrusive - if left unattended you would happily sleep an entire week and be thrilled. Wanda just wanted to ensure you didn’t wake up alone and be left to allow your insecurities to run rampant. Redressing herself with a wave of her hand, Wanda then conjured a portal to her first destination to begin making the arrangements. Your sleeping form remained undisturbed, none the wiser, happily ensconced in your dreams.

It was only an hour or so later when the witch returned, pleased with her efforts. Having just arrived back home, Wanda observed your sleeping form with fondness. She really hoped you would enjoy the plans she had made for you both tomorrow. Almost unable to wait due to her anticipation, the redhead resigned herself to going back to sleep, comforted in the knowledge that at least for now she was able to hold you in her arms.

Not accustomed to hearing the sound of a morning alarm, as you were used to getting up whenever Wanda did and starting the day, you were definitely startled by the chiming. At first, you thought you were still dreaming, but when the redhead started untangling herself from around you, you sadly realized that this was indeed a real alarm clock. You groaned, expressing your displeasure, and then turned to face Wanda with a questioning, albeit slightly annoyed, expression on your face.

An amused grin curled across the redhead’s face taking in your grumpy expression, finding it adorable. “Come on, detka, we have much to do today and as much as I’d love to laze about in bed with you, I have a surprise arranged.”

Knowing that would pique your interest she was unsurprised when you suddenly sat up, all traces of indignation gone. “Surprise, you say? Whatever could it be?” You asked, coyly. From experience Wanda wasn’t likely to tell you, but you couldn’t be blamed for asking regardless.

A melodious laugh tinkled in your ears as Wanda shook her head at your antics. “A surprise, malyshka, is only a surprise if it’s kept secret.” Her eyes sparkle with mirth as you deflate.

“Finnnne. One of these days you’re gonna tell me though. What’s the dress code this time?”

“Unlikely, darling. For the first part you’re probably going to want jeans, and any comfortable lightweight top. For this evening? We’ll get to that when we come back.” A playful wink is all you get before she heads into the bathroom to shower, grabbing some of her clothes in the process.

For a moment you toyed with the idea of following Wanda into the shower. Having slept together, in both senses of the word, surely it wouldn’t be weird to do that? Second guessing yourself, you set about getting breakfast ready instead, determining you would take your shower after she was out. Nothing wrong with continuing on how you had been, right? You didn’t want to make assumptions about your… relationship…? Not that you were going to ask, of course, you would rather melt into the floor from mortification. Instead, you opted to act like nothing’s changed until Wanda tells you otherwise. Solid plan. No possible way this could go wrong.

Humming away to music as you made búbos rántotta, hoping Wanda would appreciate the nod to her origins while keeping breakfast fairly simple, you missed the indistinct patter of the Sokovian’s feet as she entered the kitchen. She spent a few moments simply observing you, relishing in how cozy you seemed to feel in your home now.

“What are you making, dorogaya?” Wanda nearly appeared at your side, voice chipper while her hand draped low across your back. She was pleased that you didn’t startle as hard as you used to.

“Oh hey, Wands!” You turned cheerfully to her, taking in her freshly washed face, and soft expression. “Just whipped up a little breakfast for us while you were in the shower. I think your cooking skills are rubbing off on me.” A proud grin stretched across your features, tugging gently at Wanda’s heart strings.

A glance at the stove and Wanda couldn't help but pull you in for a soft kiss, grateful for your efforts. She recognized the traditional Sokovian breakfast, which consisted of a combination of eggs, sour cream, milk, butter, rye bread, diced bacon, paprika, chives, and salt. The rye bread was cut into crouton-sized pieces. Today was supposed to be about you, but as always, you had gone the extra mile to be thoughtful for Wanda. Knowing she missed her home terribly, and while you couldn't bring it back for her, whenever possible, you would give her something to remind her of it.

“It looks delicious lyubov moya, I can’t wait to dig in.” She looked at you, stars in her eyes.

With a silly grin on your face, you removed the food from the stove and plated it neatly before serving it on the table. The two of you enjoyed your meal while engaging in friendly conversation. Every now and then, you attempted to extract some information about Wanda's plans, but as anticipated, she remained tight-lipped. Nonetheless, she found great amusement in your efforts, neither confirming nor denying any of your suggestions, which sent your mind on a wild goose chase.

Once breakfast was finished, Wanda offered to clean up while you showered and got ready, to which you agreed. As you walked away however the witch couldn’t resist teasing you a bit.

"Next time, detka, feel free to join me. I won't bite... much." She gave your ass a playful smack, causing you to giggle as you escaped to the bathroom. At least now you knew for certain you were allowed, even if you still weren’t exactly certain what your relationship status was. Despite everything, you were pretty sure that if you had taken this morning's shower with Wanda, you would have probably combusted at the sight of her naked and wet body. A naked Wanda was something you weren't sure you could ever get used to.

Given your dress code for the day, it didn’t take you long to get ready and you were soon enough bouncing down the hallway to meet Wanda in the living room. She looked gorgeous as always, even in casual attire, though given the age difference, and different style of fashion, you couldn’t deny that Wanda looked like a MILF. Well. Given that she had been a mother at one point, you supposed that would be accurate.

Timidly, with a hint of nervousness, you mustered up the courage to reach out and gently take hold of her arm. Inquisitively, you couldn't help but ask again about the mysterious destination that awaited both of you. The redhead, wearing a mischievous grin, playfully wiggled her fingers in the air, conjuring a mesmerizing scarlet-ringed portal right before your eyes. As you stood there, your arms still interlinked, Wanda placed her hand atop yours, a comforting gesture that reassured you as you stepped together into the portal to your destination.

Turns out the other side of the portal led to a ranch. You weren’t sure exactly what part of the country, or even continent you were on, but it was definitely warmer than where you had just come from. Confused, you looked to Wanda, wondering why she had brought you to a ranch of all places. For your own sake you hoped this wasn’t one of those places where you pick out the cow you want to eat, and then they prepare it for you. Cows were giant grass puppies, and though you could eat beef on occasion, you didn’t think you could look into those large eyes knowing you were signing its death warrant. Surely the witch knew you better than that, right? Why did your brain always jump to the worst possible conclusions in .05 seconds?

Sensing your nervousness, Wanda merely squeezed your arm reassuringly as she led you towards the entrance. A man in a cowboy hat and boots exited the front door as you got closer and made his way towards you both. You watched him curiously as you got closer.

“G’day, ladies!” His voice was a nice baritone with what you immediately clocked as an Australian accent. Truly, with Wanda’s abilities, you weren’t sure why you were surprised she could bring you to Australia. More accurately you supposed you wondered why she had brought you to a whole other continent, especially since you were fairly certain most things in this country would and could kill you. She was far more worldly than you, surely she knew all the dangers here, right? Maybe you were being paranoid but to be fair this country had everything from giant spiders, giant snakes, kangaroos with giant murder mittens… Australia was not on the list of countries you had ever wanted to visit. Respectfully. 

Turning to Wanda, confused, but she ignored your glance, instead conversing with the man. As they spoke however it quickly became clear what the goal was, and you could not be more thrilled. Wanda had brought you here to ride a horse for the very first time, and to pet some of your favorite animals, the giant grass puppies: cows. Unable to completely reign in your excitement, you squealed, bouncing up and down while still holding onto the poor witch’s arm.

You could overlook this deathtrap of a country in favor of grass puppies and horses. 

Both Wanda and the rancher found your antics amusing, and they laughed as Ethan, the rancher whose name you had learned, explained the plan to both of you (mostly to Wanda). The agenda for today included taking you to the corral to choose a horse to ride. Ethan would then show you how to tack your chosen horse and lead you on a pleasant ride around the property. Additionally, since you had a fondness for cows, Ethan planned to bring you to the pasture to meet some of the animals.

Since you had never been riding before, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. You felt excited but also nervous. Horses were majestic creatures, but they were certainly larger than any animal you had ever been around, and as such you were hoping your fear wouldn’t shine through. Ethan led you to the corral, and you picked out a magnificent chestnut beauty named Ziggy.

Tacking up the horse you found wasn't too difficult, although it was a bit cumbersome. Ziggy seemed content to let you handle the saddle while Ethan made necessary adjustments. However, you refused to be the one to equip the bridle, as you found the idea of your hands being near such strong teeth to be a deterrent. Wanda had no qualms about getting her horse, a spotted brown and white Appaloosa named Duchess, ready to go. She was already on top of her horse while you were still figuring out how to mount something so tall.

Fortunately, you were eventually able to get settled, even though it took a few attempts. Nevertheless, you were prepared and just waiting for Ethan. You would have been embarrassed by how much faster he was ready if you didn't attribute it to his years of experience with horses. Since this was your first time, it was only natural that you wouldn't be perfect at it. Luckily, neither Wanda nor Ethan seemed to be laughing at you. You considered it a victory.

Initially everything seemed to be going swimmingly. Having set off on a trail that wound through the scenic Australian landscape, each hoofbeat syncing with the heartbeat of the countryside. The wind whispered through the trees, and the rhythmic clip-clops created a harmonious melody. As Ziggy gracefully navigated the trail, you reveled in the freedom of the open terrain and the feeling of the wind in your hair.

Everything was fine until Ziggy stepped on an unsteady rock, dislodging it and stumbling briefly. Although neither of you had fallen, the jostle was enough to rattle you completely. Your confidence in both the horse and your own abilities was shaken, causing your anxiety to increase significantly. Fear has a way of bypassing rational thinking, and it never occurred to you that if you were in real danger of falling, Wanda would have intervened in an instant. Instead, all you could think about was your impending doom and how leaving the house had been a terrible mistake. Leaving the house was always a terrible mistake, your parents always made sure to remind you of that, why you never listened was beyond any of you. Anytime you did and something inevitably went wrong, no matter how injured or sad you were, they never had a problem reminding you that it was your fault for venturing away from their protection, and you didn’t deserve to be taken care of since you chose to leave in the first place. This was no different. It seemed like everything, including the horse, wanted to harm you, and you wanted nothing more than for this tour to be over and to once again be standing on the ground with your own two feet.

Sensing your fear, Ziggy became agitated, thinking you saw some threat he could not. A vicious cycle, the more afraid you got, the more unsettled the horse got. Soon Ziggy also just wanted to go back to his “home” and began to trot ahead in an effort to get there faster. You, having never ridden a horse before let alone one that was trotting or cantering, immediately felt terror flare up within. Unintentionally you pointed your feet downwards, as if pressing the breaks in a car hoping that would somehow stop the animal, which instead signaled to Ziggy to go faster.

You let out a squeak as the pace increased, feeling panicked and starting to cry out for Wanda. Surprisingly, your cries were more like whimpers than screams for help. Wanda understood the situation and knew that you would be alright if you could just calm down. Hurriedly she urged her horse to catch up with yours and made eye contact with Ethan to gauge his reaction. Meanwhile, the rancher was already ahead of her, riding next to you and reassuring you that the horse was just responding to your fear and foot signals. However, none of his words seemed to reach you, your distress rapidly becoming unmanageable.

Realizing that you were mentally overwhelmed, Wanda approached you and Ethan. Gently taking your hands in hers, she suggested, "Perhaps we should pause, and Y/N can ride the rest of the way with me?" Neither you nor Ethan noticed her eyes glowing red, but Ethan readily agreed that this would be the best decision for everyone involved.

The rancher took the reins from your shaking hands. With a simple command and pulling back on them, Ziggy finally came to a stop. Tears were streaming down your face at this point. Although you were no longer in danger, you were deeply embarrassed by your reactions. It was just a horse, and it shouldn't have been such a significant ordeal. Yet, there you were, a grown adult, sobbing in fear and practically begging to be allowed off the horse.

Wanda realized a flaw in their plan: once you stepped on the ground, she wouldn't be able to convince you to ride another horse, even if it was just to accompany her back to the ranch a few miles away. Instead of leaving you completely, the older woman rode up next to you. With the help of both Wanda and Ethan, you managed to transition from Ziggy to Duchess. Although you doubted it was much safer, as soon as you felt Wanda's arms encircling you from behind, your heart returned to its normal rhythm. Wanda had you. She would make sure nothing bad happened to you. You were safe. 

Feeling ashamed, you quietly murmured apologies for having such a public meltdown and inconveniencing everyone. However, Wanda, not accepting your unwarranted feelings of humiliation and inadequacy, quickly dispelled your apologies.

“Detka, this whole day is about you. If you’re not having fun, then what’s the point? There’s nothing wrong with what just happened, it was a perfectly normal and valid reaction. No one here is inconvenienced, do you hear me?”

Dejectedly you nodded, though your thoughts were still far away.

“Words, detka. I need you to understand that you haven’t done anything wrong. I want you to be happy and enjoy yourself, and if that means you ride with me, I don’t mind it at all.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she pressed her lips closer to your ear, her next words meant for you alone. “Besides, if you’re riding with me, I get the pleasure of having your body pressed up against mine, and I can assure you, I would never consider that to be an inconvenience.”

Speaking a little louder she asked again. “Do you understand that, Y/N? You are not an inconvenience, or a burden, or anything else your mind is telling you right now. Okay?”

This time, you acknowledge your understanding and allow your thoughts to settle for the moment. Feeling a mix of lingering embarrassment and a slight arousal from Wanda's whispered words in your ear, you made an effort to regain your composure. Once you felt confident enough to continue, Wanda and Ethan started their journey back to the ranch. Ethan held the reins of Ziggy, as well as his own mount.

The remainder of the trip was enjoyable for you. You were now able to observe the scenery that you had been missing out on during the last half hour of your anxiety attack, all from the safety and comfort of Wanda's embrace. Ethan led the way, and neither of you spoke much. However, the witch took the time to occasionally give light kisses to your cheek and the back of your neck, while one of her hands rubbed soothing circles on your abdomen.

You weren’t sure you ever wanted to go horseback riding again, but you supposed you could be amenable as long as the caveat was you got to ride with Wanda. Eventually you interlinked your hands together, pondering on how grateful you were that she put this together for you. The witch was always thinking of you, of ways to make you happy. You appreciated that she wasn’t only trying to provide you with materialistic gifts.

The experiences she so thoughtfully arranged for you were so incredibly sweet. Far more important to you than the latest video game. Not that you didn’t appreciate those also, but this was a beautiful memory that would last a lifetime. You gave a lingering squeeze to Wanda’s hand in yours, hoping to convey just how grateful and happy you were to be here right now. The redhead seemed to understand and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek in return.

About an hour later, you returned to the ranch. Ethan dismounted first to assist you in getting off Duchess. He then guided both of you through the process of removing the tack, grooming the horses (you felt much more at ease with Ziggy now that you were on the ground), and placing them in their respective stables.

As you followed the rancher, he guided you towards the vast pasture, where your eyes were greeted with a delightful sight of numerous grass puppies - or rather, cows - leisurely strolling around. The feeling of anxiety that once consumed you had faded into the distant memory. Narrowly you manage to restrain yourself from sprinting ahead of the group as you gradually approach these magnificent creatures.

Approaching the nearest pen, you could see a cow and her calf eating some barley and hay next to the metal railing. As you reached out to pet the cow, Ethan introduced them. “This here is Buttercup, and the little one just there is Dottie.”

Fingers outstretched; you tried not to coo in delight as they made contact with the coarse fur. Buttercup seemed minorly interested in you, leaning her head closer to your touch while munching on the hay, but otherwise nonplussed at your presence. In a gentle voice, you spoke softly to the animal, praising her, waxing poetic about what a beautiful cow she was. You were rewarded with a light nuzzle from Buttercup before she leant back down for another mouthful of food. Completely enamored with the animal, you missed Wanda’s affectionate gaze.

Letting Buttercup finish her meal in peace, you knelt to say hello to Dottie. She was more skittish than her adult counterpart, but since her mother didn’t seem overly concerned, Dottie allowed you to offer her some of the hay to munch on. Once you had given her the food, which admittedly was already freely available on the ground, Dottie was content to let you scratch behind her ears. With much restraint, you were able to control the cute aggression urge to pick the calf up and hold her. Something told you neither the calf nor her mother would be overly pleased if you were to, so you resigned yourself to simply giving Dottie scritches.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda had her phone out and was alternating between snapping pictures and videos. Your adoration for these creatures was evident, and she couldn't resist capturing every second of this precious memory. She even cooed when you leaned close enough to Dottie to place a single kiss on her nose. In response, the calf sneezed in confusion, and everyone burst into laughter.

Once you felt satisfied with the amount of attention you had given to the grass puppies, you stood up and dusted off your jeans. Making your way towards Wanda, who was engaged in a polite conversation with Ethan, you approached the witch and embraced her from her side. You didn't want to interrupt, but at the same time, you wanted to be close to the woman who had essentially made one of your dreams come true. The feeling of love and gratitude left you elated and desiring to be as close to Wanda as physically possible.

Wanda briefly glanced at you as you wrapped your arms around her. She lifted one of her own and draped it around your shoulders, all while continuing her conversation with the rancher. The chit chat soon petered out, and she expressed gratitude to him for making everything happen. Ethan, pleased to have them there, thanked Wanda for her generous donation to his ranch. You raised an amused and questioning eyebrow in response. Ignoring your look, the redhead assured Ethan that it was her pleasure to help such a fine establishment and wished him luck for the day.

As Ethan made his way back to the entrance of the main building of the ranch, Wanda separated from you momentarily to take your hand and ask how your day was. Happy that she wanted to stay close, you brought your interlocked hands to your face, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. Immediately, you began talking about how much fun you had and how you couldn't believe you had the opportunity to not only pet a cow but also a calf! The horse-riding experience wasn't too bad, all things considered, but you requested that next time you be allowed to ride with Wanda from the start. The reasoning you provided was that you didn't want anything with a brain between your legs that wasn't Wanda. You simply didn't trust it.

Not realizing what you had just said, Wanda burst into laughter, waiting for your brain to catch up with your mouth. When it finally did, your face turned bright red, and you mumbled into her shoulder, asking her to stop teasing you. Giggling, Wanda shook her head and refused, promising to never let you forget about it. You playfully complained about how Wanda was being a big old meanie, and lightly swatted her shoulder, causing her to burst into another fit of laughter.

Eventually, you couldn't help but fall into uncontrollable laughter alongside her. It was funny, even if it was just a slip of the tongue. However, you remained firm in your stance, undeterred by any potential innuendos. The two of you continued to share laughter and engage in conversation while Wanda skillfully conjured a portal to transport you back home. In the midst of all the excitement, you had momentarily forgotten that there was a second part to this memorable date, but Wanda hadn't. She insisted on bringing you back home so you could both freshen up and prepare for the next phase of the evening. Despite being aware that you might be a bit tired, Wanda was adamant that you would still be eager to partake in the upcoming portion of the date, regardless.

A/N: This was longer than I intended. I sort of got a little lost in the horse-riding experience that totally was not at allllll based upon real life events. That said, if we were meant to ride horses, we would have those mind-meld attachments that the Na’vi have in the movie Avatar. Anyway. Sorry it’s so long, I had some other things I wanted to include in this chapter that will have to wait until the next one. Also, if you live in Australia, my apologies, but you will never convince me that everything in your country isn’t filled with seething hatred for the human race, fueling their gargantuan sizes, venomous stingers, and sharp claws that are 100% designed to kill me, personally. Respectfully, reeespeeeectfully, your country terrifies me lol. Pls don’t hate me! I know there are many incredible and wonderful things and animals in your country, but all I see are spiders, snakes, kangaroos (those are not as friend-shaped as I had initially thought..) etc. All of which are in places too close to where I would be if I were ever to visit, and just... No. No thank yew. Respectfully. Also (sorry for the long af A/N) I know that it’s a lot for a date to go horseback riding, pet cows, and still go to dinner all in one day. But lissen. Lissen. Lesbians. We have dates that can last several days, fite me.

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Spoilers for the finale of Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish under the cut cuz I need to RANT about this okay???

Just watched the season finale of FOP a new wish and uhhh. Why does it Suck??? Like for real, WHY does it SUCK???

I’m. They did my boy Peri DIRTY, first of all. Seriously, WHY was there SO MUCH gross-out humor with him? SECOND of all, they didn’t even BRING UP the fact that if Peri dies, so does Irep. Like, that wasn’t even a THING that was MENTIONED. THIRD of all, they really just DID NOT flesh out the character interactions to the same level that we’ve been getting throughout the rest of the show? Like, at ALL???

Also, I’m. Okay. Dev and Irep’s interactions in Irep’s introduction episode were SO FUN, but in this special their chemistry is fucking NOTHING. Why does Irep get along better with Dale Dimmadome??? It would be so, SO MUCH MORE FUN if Irep hated Dale’s fucking GUTS. If he saw Vicky in him. I was excited for this special SPECIALLY BECAUSE Dev and Irep were so much fun to watch the first time around, but this one just FLOPPED.

FOURTH OF ALL, DEV DOESN’T GET TO REMEMBER ANYTHING? WHAT??? BUT HE WAS THE MOST INTERESTING PART OF THE SERIES??? WHAT’S PERI GONNA DO NOW, BE A DENTIST??? I THOUGHT HE CARED ABOUT HIS KID! LIKE FOR REAL!!! THE MOMENT WHEN HE SAID HE CARED ABOUT DEV WAS THE ONLY REAL GOOD MOMENT IN THE ENTIRE FINALE, AND THEY BASICALLY JUST THREW IT AWAY WITH THE ENDGAME!!!

God. Like, I get Dev did something wrong. The narrative wants to punish him, he’ll probably find out somehow later down the line because they can’t just throw him away like that. I GET IT. But like. Okay. Okay.

Here’s how I would fix this.

It’s so fucking easy to do, too. Have Dev wish fairy world back to normal, so that Peri doesn’t die from magical backup. It doesn’t make sense for Wanda to have to be the one to do it, because she’s only not had access to magic for like a DAY, ON TOP OF having granted a BUTTLOAD of wishes JUST THAT MORNING, vs Peri who hasn’t been granting wishes for Dev for a WHILE, Who is VISIBLY DYING THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE EPISODE BECAUSE DEV DOESN’T MAKE WISHES.

THEN, when HAZEL gets to make her rule free wish, have her wish Dev gets to keep Peri anyway. Have her wish for ALL the people who saved Fairyworld to get to remember forever, Dev included, even though he was the one who -

Wait. WAIT. YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD BE SO MUCH MORE FUN???

If Anti-Cosmo and Dale took over the takeover and overthrew their sons. Like, not even maliciously, just in a “we know better than you” sort of way. But then Irep started having Peri’s magical backup affect HIM, too, and Anti-Cosmo dismissed it, thinking the takeover was more important.

Dev’s still mad at Peri, but he DOES care about Irep, so he agrees to reverse the damage so he can make a wish, which would save Peri and therefore also Irep. I would also like it if Peri’s magical backup manifested in more,,, visually subtle ways. Fainting spells, occasional vomiting, loopiness, confetti coming out of orifices, the OCCASIONAL bloating, but treated more like a chronic illness than. Whatever the fuck they actually did in the show. This would set the stakes higher by making it easier for the audience to actually take the danger to Peri’s life seriously. Instead of, you know. Treating Peri dying like a JOKE.

Then Dev would have to work together with Irep, Peri, Hazel, Cosmo and Wanda (maybe even Anti-Wanda, too, since I don’t think she wants her son to die, though I think if she does join it’d be at the last minute) to fix everything. And Hazel could still recruit her friends, but it would have a much tighter focus on this new core squad, and a lot more focus on character-oriented espionage than “rule of cool”ing it. Maybe even have a nod to the fact that Dev and Winn were friends once, too? (Can I get some nuance, can I PLEASE get some nuance???)

I don’t think we actually need to involve earth that much, either. Don’t replace fairies with anti-fairies, just take away fairy magic, introduce the “not using magic is life-threatening to fairies” aspect, with Peri as our main example, and that’s a really good threat on its own.

Then the ENDGAME leading to season 2 could be “Peri and Irep are BOTH Dev’s fairy godparents now, but now Irep has to follow Da Rules the same way any legitimate fairy godparent would. Dev still doesn’t think of himself as being friends with Hazel right now, but he’s happy to lord over the fact that he has two fairies now over her. The show now has room to play in a space where there are limits to the power of the antagonists, and the protagonists only get to be happy because they were able to break da rules in the first place, and now we have to live with that.” A pleasant symmetry that lays down the groundwork for some Actual Narrative Themes, instead of… whatever mess that was.

I mean, god, I’m not even sure I want them to have a season 2. Like. Jesus, the version of this show and its characters that I built up in my head was so much better than the actual show itself turned out to be. And there’s something really sad in that, you know? Like, I loved this show, and I thought it was building up to something really fun and interesting. But it just. God. It fumbled the landing of this first season so hard.

I’m probably still gonna make, like, an illustrated video essay about my version of this finale like a dude bro posting their fanfic to YouTube and calling it a rewrite, but oh my GOD it was BAD and I thought it was gonna be SO GOOD and it WASN’T and AGHHHHHH. I wanna FIX IT.

(What this whole thing really taught me though, is that I should really be focusing more on making my own stuff. I can’t control how a big studio treats the story I want to see, but I CAN control how I write my OWN stories. I’m gonna let the disappointment fuel me to do better)

Ahem. Anyway, thank you for letting me rant, I really fucking needed it after that.

[chiefduckgarden]

Can't forget about you

Summary: You wake up in a hospital room knowing nothing about yourself. No name, no age, no family. You can't remember anything. Except for one thing. One person. Her.

A/N: Sooo I decided to keep this story going. In case anyone remember this fic, thanks. If you want to be add to the taglist let me know! :)

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Chapter 5

Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

- That's all I know about her. I don't have any more information about her life - Wanda said. The entire team was seated in the conference room. At the end of the table, Wanda crossed her arms, wearing a cold expression.

The whole team looked at her with disbelief. They knew there was crucial information that Wanda wasn't sharing with them. Steve, the calmest member of the group, got up from his seat and began to walk towards the girl sitting there.

- Wanda… let's recap the information you provided: you met Y/N on a college campus whose name you can't remember, she doesn't have a home or family you know of, and you've never met any of her friends. But… somehow, she's the love of your life - Steve said.

- Yes, I love her more than anything - Wanda replied.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. They wanted to be on Wanda's side, but she wasn't cooperating at all. That's when Tony got up from his seat with an exasperated sigh and stood next to the redhead's chair.

- Maximoff, this is ridiculous. We've already fulfilled our end of the deal and let you see the girl. Why don't you want to cooperate? - The man took off his glasses, faced with Wanda's expressionless gaze - We just want to help you, but we can't if you're not a hundred percent honest with us.

The girl let out an ironic sigh.

- Sure, you want to help me… just like you helped me in the cabin? - Her voice grew harder - You're partly to blame for her not remembering me, if only...

- We did what we believed was right; we did our job. Besides, if I recall correctly, you were just as much to blame as we were, so don't come here playing the victim," he replied.

Wanda stood up angrily to face Stark. It was then that both Steve and Natasha stood up to be prepared and try to defuse the situation.

- Okay, why don't we all calm down? - The Captain intervened between them, moving Wanda away from Tony - Wanda, we're your team, we're on your side. The cabin accident was just that, an accident. Y/N is fine, and despite her memory issue, she's healthy. If you truly love her and want us to defend her against Strange, you need to tell us the whole truth.

- We let you see Y/N even though Strange asked us to keep them apart. And you'll still be able to see her, Wanda. We're putting our trust in you. You can trust us - Natasha said.

Wanda looked at them - I've already told you everything I know. I met her on a campus I visited for its extensive library; she works in the field of physics. I don't know much about her family because I believe she doesn't get along with them, and I never asked further because I didn't want to pressure her into sharing something that hurt her. I don't know why Strange is against us, but I know she doesn't deserve any of this. We love each other and wanted to live together. What's wrong with that?

After that, the girl left the room, leaving the entire team in silence.

- What do we do now? Maximoff refuses to cooperate, and Strange is going to demand answers tomorrow… - Tony said, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.

- She's scared, Tony. She doesn't want to lose Y/N, and we basically tried to separate them the last time, and honestly, I don't understand why. Strange only asked us to keep them apart and didn't give us any explanations. Now Y/N's amnesia has become a problem, but I don't understand why it was necessary to keep them apart before -Natasha spoke.

- Strange said there was something peculiar in Y/N's essence, something that didn't add up. In his magical abode, he sensed a threat, something that could potentially be dangerous. Besides, all the mystery surrounding her and Wanda makes the suspicions sound more plausible - Tony explained.

- Well, even though we don't have the name of the campus Wanda visited, I can still make a few calls to colleagues at nearby universities and inquire about Y/N - Bruce added - I'll also keep Y/N monitored throughout the night to see if there's any increased neural activity in her memory during her dreams - The doctor got up to leave.

Everyone murmured a thank you, and the room was left empty.

The next day, a gentle knock on your door woke you up. Slowly, you approached the door, and as you turned the handle, a smiling Wanda greeted you with a smile.

- Good morning, sleepyhead… Did you sleep well? - Wanda asked.

Her energy was contagious, so you couldn't help but smile immediately - Good morning, Wanda. I did have a good rest, thank you for asking - you replied.

- I'm glad to hear that - she stared at you for a few seconds - You look really cute just waking up... - she smiled at you and you flushed - Oh didn't want to... i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable.

- It's okay, Wanda, it doesn't bother me - you said with a smile - Come on in, you won't stay in the hallway forever. The girl smiled, and both of you entered the room.

- Today, we have to go to your rehab session. Plus, I know you don't like it, but today you have to see Strange; he'll come to assess you - Wanda told you.

Your face showed your displeasure at the thought of Strange's visit - Will you be with me today? - you asked.

- Yeah, all day, except when Strange arrives. He can't know that I've been close to you, but apart from that, we'll be together all day, starting now with a breakfast that I'll prepare for you as soon as you take a shower - Wanda said.

You smiled at the prospect of spending time with her. You couldn't wait to learn more about her relationship - I better hurry then, I'm starving, and that breakfast sounds excellent - you said.

- Hurry up, I'll be here waiting - Wanda looked around and added - While you shower, I'll help you make the bed so we can go straight down for breakfast.

You nodded and turned around. But before heading to the bathroom, you looked at her once more and, with a blush on your face, you spoke - Wanda… um…

- Tell me, do you need something? - she asked.

- I was just wondering… um… if I could give you… if you'd allow me to give you a kiss, like last night… - You closed your eyes out of embarrassment, but you heard the sweet sound of her laughter, and you felt a pair of hands cupping your face. Her mouth moved closer to yours, and her soft lips met yours. You immediately responded to the kiss, caressing her face as she lowered her hands to your waist.

Once they broke the kiss, Wanda pressed her forehead against yours and whispered - You don't have to ask, I'm yours, Y/N…

You smiled and quickly took a shower so as not to keep Wanda waiting. The breakfast she prepared was delicious, and as you ate, she told you more stories about the two of you. Everything felt like a dream; your heart felt happy and at ease. Maybe you didn't remember much of the anecdotes Wanda shared, but your mind felt at peace; she conveyed peace to you. There was no doubt that you loved her.

When the time for your rehabilitation session arrived, both of you headed to the medical area to meet with Bruce.

- Hey Y/N, good to see you today. How was your first night here? - Dr. Banner greeted you as soon as you entered the room.

- It was fine, thank you. Everything went smoothly - you replied politely.

- I'm glad to hear that. Today, we'll be following the same therapy you had at the hospital, and we'll also try to stimulate your mind with exercises to see what we can discover today… - a woman in a lab coat entered the room, waving her hand - She's Dr. Helen Cho; she'll be joining us today.

You greeted her politely, and the session began. First, they conducted physical tests. You managed to pass the simpler ones without any issues, but some coordination tests proved to be more challenging.

One hand up, left foot down, right hand up, and then switch to the other hand with the opposite foot up. Your brain struggled to process so many instructions at once. Gradually, you began to feel overwhelmed.

- Okay, Y/N, take a break while we assess the initial data you provided - Bruce said, and your breathing returned to normal at his instruction.

Wanda, who was in the room with Bruce, listened to what the doctor was telling her.

- She clearly has coordination issues, but that's normal in patients who have experienced head trauma. With more sessions, she'll return to normal. She walks well, hears and sees correctly, and has no problem recognizing shapes, colors, sounds, or scents. Physical coordination therapy is the only thing left, of course, besides her memory problem. But apart from that, and speaking solely about her physical health, everything is fine, Wanda - Bruce explained.

Wanda smiled - Thank you very much, Bruce. It's great to hear that.

Bruce smiled slightly before speaking again - Now I need to take her to the control room to continue the research on her. You know that Strange will be there, and you can't…

- I know - Wanda interrupted him - Just let me say goodbye to her, and I'll let you take her with you. But before that… Do you know what kind of tests they'll be conducting on her today? - she asked.

- I actually don't know - Bruce said - Perhaps some recognition tests, but I'm not sure what Strange will request.

Wanda nodded and left the room. When you saw her enter the room, you smiled.

- How do you feel? - she asked - You did a great job, Y/N. Bruce says you're completely healthy.

- I'm fine, I guess - you let out a frustrated sigh - It's just the coordination that bothers me. I can't seem to do the tests well, and… aggh, I can't believe I can't do it.

- Hey, it's all right, sweetheart. You did a great job, some things will be more challenging, but that's why you're here, and I'm not going anywhere. I'll be with you every step of the way… - She gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead to calm you - Now, you have to go do more tests with Bruce and the rest of the team, and of course, Strange. But as soon as you're done, and I can see you, we'll go have lunch, okay?

You nodded and said your goodbyes to her. Minutes later, you were in the same control room as the day before, with everyone present except for Strange.

- Today, we'll show you some images we've selected. They are photographs of everyday objects and places. You just have to tell us the first thing that comes to your mind when you see them - Steve explained.

- If you don't have an answer right away, you can take your time. There's no rush to give a quick response - Nat added - After this, we'll see if Strange shows up for more tests, but if he doesn't, that'll be it for today until he comes with more answers about what might be happening to you.

They placed the same cap with wires on your head as yesterday, and the photos began to appear in front of you.

The first photo showed a house. It looked like it was from an animated movie but was very cute and simple - Story - you responded.

The next one showed a city; it was daytime, and there were hundreds of buildings - New York - you replied.

The next one was a couple hugging. Your response was quick and obvious - Wanda - you said promptly.

Several more photos followed, and your responses were either obvious or literal descriptions of the images displayed. In the control room, they tried to encourage you to think more about your answers, but your brain seemed unable to connect anything to something or someone specific.

After a few more attempts without accurate responses, they told you they would stop for a few minutes to discuss your answers.

- There's nothing, we have nothing - Tony said - It seems like the only thing familiar to her is Wanda. It doesn't make sense; this girl must have had a life before meeting Wanda… I don't understand.

- My colleagues at nearby universities responded this morning - Bruce spoke up - No one has anyone named Y/N Y/LN on their roster. If Wanda met this girl, it must have been at a somewhat distant university, which also doesn't make sense…

Everyone fell silent for a few moments.

- Did Strange say if he was coming? - Steve asked.

- No, he said he would visit someone who might help and that he wouldn't be coming - Nat replied - If we're not going to do more tests, we should let Y/N go.

- Let me try one more thing - Bruce requested - If this doesn't work, we'll let her go for today.

Everyone agreed, and Bruce spoke to you through the microphone.

- Y/N, Wanda told us that you used to work in the physics department of a university. Can you tell me if you remember anything about your old job? - Bruce asked.

- I can't remember anything about it - you said honestly - Maybe Wanda…

- No, Wanda can't help us for now. Maybe you can remember something on your own… Think about the words 'physics,' 'job,' 'university.' What do they sound like to you? - Bruce prompted.

You took your time to think. - 'Physics' sounds like science - you replied - 'Job'… is money, and also… happy? - You pondered the last word a bit more. You closed your eyes and imagined a university - University is a building; it's brick-colored and has two towers, and there's an emblem - You continued to imagine - In my mind, it's a lion with a torch - you laughed at your response - The colors are yellow and brown, and it's very cold.

Everyone was deep in thought. Perhaps you needed to use your imagination more instead of relying on preconceived images.

- What else is there at that university, Y/N? - Bruce encouraged you to continue describing.

You continued to imagine - There are many trees, there are laboratories, and… one has my name - in your mind, there were many people, but you couldn't put names to the faces - There are many students, and my lab always smells like coffee. There's also a library and a large auditorium - You saw it in the first person, as if you were living it yourself - I have a colleague, with brown hair.

Suddenly, a voice, your own voice, resonates in your head: "Matt," you say, laughing.

Your head hurts, the readings of your brain activity spike and become confusing, and you feel the need to remove the cables from your skull. In the control room, Nat rushes to help you and asks Friday to call Wanda immediately.

But you can't stop thinking about what your voice said, and you say it out loud - Matt… my colleague's name is Matt, I remember - Everyone is left stunned and not knowing what to say; they had definitely made progress.

The silence is almost immediately broken when Wanda enters through the door and approaches you.

- What happened? - she asked, concerned - Are you okay, sweetheart? - She took your face in her hands, and you nodded as you hugged her. But she didn't calm down and turned towards the camera, knowing it was watching from the control room - Enough is enough, it's over for today. I won't allow you to hurt her - she said angrily before taking your hand and leading you out of the control room.

Once in your room, Wanda gives you the pills that the doctor prescribed for your headaches and prepares you some tea.

- What happened in there, honey? - she asked - Why did they hurt you?

You shook your head and explained - No, they were conducting a test, but something different happened this time - Your voice sounded excited - I remembered something, Wanda. I remembered the university where I used to work, and I remembered someone… maybe you knew him. His name is Matt.

Wanda came to a sudden stop for a few seconds. This shouldn't be happening. You weren't supposed to remember…

- No - she finally spoke - I don't know him, but you mentioned him once. Maybe he worked with you, but I never met him personally.

You wanted to continue talking about the topic, but Wanda interrupted, saying she had bought food for both of you, and you headed to the dining area. You noticed a change in Wanda; she seemed more serious, but you interpreted it as her concern over your crisis during the test.

Meanwhile, in the control room, the rest of the team was discussing what had happened minutes earlier.

- There's no university with that logo, at least not in the United States. We'd have to investigate in other countries, but then Wanda's story about how they met wouldn't make sense - Bruce said - The only good thing we got out of it was the name. If we find the university with a lion and torch logo and ask about Matt from the physics department, we'll get more answers.

- All right, Avengers, we have work to do - Clint said, getting up - I'll try to talk to Wanda to get more information, and I'll let you know right away. In the meantime, try to contact Strange to find out where the hell he is.

The archer left the room, and the others followed suit. They had an extensive search to conduct, and they knew it wouldn't be easy.

Clint arrived in the dining area and found you washing a glass at the sink, but there was no sign of Wanda.

- Hey, where's Wanda? I thought she'd be with you - he asked.

- Oh, she was here, but she had to leave in a hurry. She didn't tell me where she was going, but she left quickly. She said we'd see each other later - you explained.

Clint furrowed his brow. Wanda used to disappear from time to time, but he didn't think she would continue to do so with you in the compound.

But he didn't have much time to think because a loud voice echoed throughout the place.

- Heyyy! Where is everyone? This place looks like a graveyard - Thor's cheerful voice announced his arrival after being away in space for months.

The other Avengers arrived at the scene. No one anticipated that Thor didn't know who you were, let alone that you didn't know the people there had powers.

But that changed in a matter of minutes because after a few quick greetings, the god of thunder noticed that he wasn't carrying his precious hammer with him. However, there was no major issue because he simply raised his arm, and Mjölnir came to him.

That's when you let out a scream of surprise, and the others in the room reacted. Your face reflected astonishment, doubt, and even fear. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind at that moment, but you couldn't articulate a coherent response.

- What? What the hell was that? … It looked like… how did he… and the hammer… -You wanted to ask a thousand questions, but you couldn't form a single coherent sentence.

- Y/N, calm down. We'll explain, but we need you to calm down - Natasha told you, directing you to a chair - Take a seat and breathe.

Thor, confused, addressed you - Hey, are you new here? I am Thor, the God of Thunder - he introduced himself friendly while making his eyes glow to give you a small demonstration of his powers. However, that only made you scream.

The others scolded Thor and helped you calm down. It would be a long night trying to explain to you that most of the people there had powers, including your girlfriend.

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Wanda arrived at the cabin in the middle of the forest, making sure no one had followed her. But her powers told her that something was amiss. Before knocking on the door, she used her powers to see what was happening inside. She closed her eyes and could see that Strange was there. Quickly, she cast an enchantment to go unnoticed and hid among the trees, waiting for the sorcerer to come out.

After a few minutes, Strange came out and opened a portal in front of the cabin. The woman behind him looked exhausted but had a determined look in her eyes, clearly at odds with the man.

- This won't be the last time you hear from me, witch. What you and Wanda are doing is wrong. I don't care if you enjoy dabbling in dark magic in your free time, but Y/N is innocent, and I will do everything in my power to send her home, even if it means breaking the rules of my own magic - Strange declared with determination, then disappearing through the portal after that.

Wanda's eyes turned red with anger as she heard his statements. No one would ever separate you from her, not even Strange.

The woman turned towards where Wanda was hiding and said, - You can come out now. We need to talk, Wanda.

Wanda dispelled the spell on her to allow the witch in front of her to see her.

- We have a problem, Agatha. She's remembering… that's not supposed to happen - Wanda spoke to her mentor as they entered the cabin. - Also, why was Strange here? What did he want?

- He suspects, Wanda. We're running out of time before he figures it out and takes your beloved - Agatha told her. - We need to act immediately if you want to keep her... In the meantime, I'll give you a spell to continue blocking her memories... after all, she told you she wanted to be with you...

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Hair Love

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x teen!reader

Summary: Wanda learns how to do Bunny’s hair

The full completed story is on my A03

Wanda had always wondered what it would be like to be a parent. Since she was a child she always knew she wanted to be like her mother. Caring, kind, loving. She imagined a child that would look similar to her features. She thought of the best life, the best care, everything different than her childhood. Somewhere along the way she lost that vision. She gave up on what could have been and redirected. Then she met Natasha and the fantasy reared its head again. Wanda imagined her child. She knew the imaginary being like the back of her hand. Whatever image she created in her head was no comparison to the real thing.

Bunny is fifteen. She’s quiet. Sullen. Secretive. Wanda wouldn’t describe those as bad but she doesn’t know what to do. The child she imagined in her mind was nothing but an image. The one right in front of her is the real deal. Nothing she imagined but everything she needed and wanted in her life.

Wanda knows she shouldn’t get too carried away. It’s only been a few weeks. Bunny’s only here temporarily. Until her biological mother can carry through with her case plan. Wanda doesn’t want to think about it. Her duty as a foster parent is to fight for reunification. That’s what the foster system is and sometimes what it should be. She questions every day if she wants that.

Wanda doesn’t know how long Bunny has been sitting on the front porch. She happened across her after going to bring laundry up to the bedrooms. The front door was open slightly, allowing the screen door a perfect visual of her turned back, as she sat all alone. Wanda approached the door, wondering if she should talk, and fighting with herself on what to say. In Wanda’s fantasy, she knew everything. Here in the present day, she knows nothing. She doesn’t know how to make things better. She doesn’t know what makes the young girl tick. She only knows what she’s been given and then some.

Bunny is a nuanced human who lived an entire life before her. The young girl may see her as nothing more than a roadblock to her freedom. Wanda can’t tell as much. The few conversations they’d had gave Wanda more than she needed to know and even then she didn’t know everything. She wishes she could. Maybe then she could ease some of the hurt that’s always present in those big, brown eyes. There’s a story behind them. One she would like to know if Bunny would let her in.

Wanda stands at the door, laundry basket balanced on her hip, another hand hesitantly reaching for the door. Bunny isn’t aware of her presence. If she is she doesn’t make it known. Wanda notices a pattern in her behavior. The way the young girl tenses whenever one of them moves around her. The way she sits up straighter after she’s done her chores. It’s as if she’s afraid one of them will tell her she’s done wrong. Bunny never misses her duties. She cleans, tidies, and makes it as if she’s not there. She hides in her room in the daytime and only comes out at night. Her homework is already done before they check it.

Wanda always noticed the girl would sit with her head down and her head in her hands whenever they did speak to her. Natasha is the one to coax her out with cookies and milk. It’s one of the things Wanda loves about her wife. The ability to get anyone to warm up to her. Wanda on the other hand struggles a bit more. She’s not a very open person herself. She doesn’t have years of communications training to fake it either. Sure, she can talk. She can stand up for herself when needed. Making friends? That’s never been easy for her.

She knows she has to put in the effort. She’s the foster parent. She’s supposed to be the one to help. It was just a couple of weeks ago Bunny came into their home. She supposes she could have some leeway.

There’s a split second that Bunny turns her head. Not enough to be looking at her. Wanda would have missed it if she wasn’t already looking. She places the basket next to the front door and takes a deep breath. It’s now or never. She could do this. She could be supportive. She would use her training. She could be there for her.

“Hi,” Wanda says a bit too enthusiastically as she steps out onto the porch. Bunny looks up at her.

“Hi,” She mutters back. “I’m only out here for a little. My homework’s already done.” She adds as if to keep herself out of trouble. Wanda takes note of it.

“No, you’re fine,” Wanda assures her. “Do you mind if I sit?”

“It’s your house,” Bunny wants to say but she doesn’t. Her lips remain clamped shut. She nods. Instead of sitting on the porch swing or one of the chairs, Wanda comes and sits right next to her. Bunny freezes. She breathes through her nose. She closes her legs tight, wrapping her arms around her knees, before letting them hang loosely.

“What are you doing out here?” Wanda asks after a moment of silence.

“Looking at the houses,” Bunny shrugs. “They’re all so big. It’s crazy that people live here.” Her gaze sweeps over the row of houses once again.

“I agree.” Wanda nods. “Where I’m from we didn't see things like this.”

“Me either,” Bunny agrees.

“Which one is your favorite?” Wanda asks.

Bunny seriously considers the question. Her nose wrinkles, her brows furrowing, and her lips pursed as she thinks. She raises her finger to point behind her.

“I think yours is the best,” She begins. “I don’t know. It looks lived in. You have flowers in the garden and I don’t know. It feels homey. Lived in.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Wanda says. Bunny nods again. There’s another silence. “Great job, Wanda. You’re doing wonderful.” The redhead thinks to herself.

“Natasha should be home soon,” She finds herself saying. Bunny looks at her curiously. “She’s bringing pizza. I hope that’s fine. We eat takeout a lot.”

“I’ve noticed,” Bunny comments. She seems to realize her comment may come across as rude so she changes her tune. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I like pizza.”

“Yeah?” Wanda tilts her head. “What else do you like? Natasha’s told me somethings but I’d like to know for myself.”

“Why?” Bunny frowns.

“I’m interested in you,” Wanda shrugs. She leans back against her hands, tilting her head up toward the sky before she looks over to curious brown ones.

“I like drawing,” Bunny says quietly. “I played piano when I was younger. I stopped.”

“Wow? Really,” Wanda is truly interested in what she has to say.

“Yeah, it was just a lot going on,” Bunny breathes. “I want to learn guitar. It would be nice.”

“Is that what you want to do for college? Music?”

“I don’t think I’m going to college,” Bunny shakes her head. “I don’t know how I would pay for it or if I’d get in anywhere.” She picks at the bracelet on her wrist. The one she got from her friend whom they have yet to meet. “I figured once I get a job though. Maybe I could afford some things.”

“I think you’re really intelligent and that if college is what you want,” Wanda encourages.

“For people like me it doesn’t happen,” Bunny drops her hands. “My sisters went. They’re super smart though. Faith especially.”

“You’re just as smart,” Wanda says firmly. Bunny doesn't argue this time.

“Look,” Bunny shakes her head. She doesn’t speak for a while. “I don’t want you to sell me a dream. I know it’s kind of your job being my foster parent but none of that will matter when I get home. The most I have to worry about there is not getting pregnant and not ending up in jail or something. Finishing high school is all I want.” Bunny doesn’t know if she believes the last part. She wants more. She wants so much more than life has afforded her.

“You must want more for yourself?” Wanda says and apparently, this is the wrong thing to say.

“It is,” Bunny says with such finality Wanda doesn’t attempt to continue the conversation. “I just have a few more years and then I can get a job and move into my apartment. Somewhere I’m safe.” Bunny’s voice fades at the last part. “Maybe somewhere like here.” She glances at Wanda.

Wanda can see the desperate attempt at a subject change. She understands how it must feel to be in Bunny’s shoes. Ripped from the only life and the family you know. Wanda studies the side of her face for a moment. She notices the tiny freckles, just a few, above her cheekbones. The holes in her ears were where the jewelry may have been once upon a time. The wild, tangled mess of curls, usually flowing down the girl's back is tied back into somewhat of a ponytail.

“Your hair,” Wanda says. Bunny’s eyes flashed to hers.

“Is it bad?” Bunny says with a bit more vulnerability than Wanda’s used to seeing. She reaches her hands up to pat it. “I didn’t fix it today because I wasn’t going anywhere. I’m also out of hair products so…” Her voice trails off. Suddenly she needs Wanda’s approval.

“No, no, it’s not bad,” Wanda isn’t lying. Bunny’s hair doesn’t look terrible. Just a bit unkempt. “I was messaging a friend. Monica Rambeau.” Wanda drops the name as if Bunny will know her. She doesn’t. “She told me of some things we could get. The store is still open.”

“You already bought me clothes,” Bunny says. Her brand new black and white All-Star Chuck Taylors on her feet are an indication of that.

“I want to,” Wanda presses. Bunny deflates. She wouldn’t protest.

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The beauty supply store is a brand-new venture for Wanda. There are so many products, so many brands, and so little time to explore all of them. She has an old-fashioned pen and pad that she carries around. She figured before coming here she would allow Bunny to take the lead but the teen seems just as lost as her.

“My mom stopped doing my hair when I got to middle school,” Bunny explains. She doesn’t seem the least bit phased by it. For her it's normal. “She never really showed me how to do it. It was kind of a thing she didn’t have the patience to teach. I usually just keep it in a ponytail.” Bunny trails her fingers along the bottles of shampoo.

“Well, we could try a few things, and if they don’t work try again?” Wanda suggests and Bunny nods. She’s fine with that. “She also suggested you go to a salon every once in a while. Would you be open to that?”

“Yeah,” Bunny nods. She hasn’t been to a salon in years.

“Okay, we’re going to try the Mielle Organics,” Wanda grabs a few bottles to place in the small red basket she’s been carrying.

“I need a big comb too,” Bunny notes grabbing one from the shelf. “And a bonnet.” She points to one on a higher shelf that Wanda reaches for.

“Is there anything else you need?” Wanda double-checks her list.

Bunny shrugs. She doesn’t know. These seemed like good products to begin with.

“Great,” Wanda could work with this. “Do we need any of these?” She touches a small pack of human hair. It’s a shade too bright and not even remotely the same texture as Bunny’s hair.

“That’s a weave,” Bunny grins in amusement. “I don’t need it right now. Sometimes if I get braids or a wig or something.”

“How long does something like that take?”

“A couple of hours,” Bunny says casually. “Could be two or five.”

“Five hours?” Wanda’s eyes widen. “Does it hurt?

“Depends on who does it,” Bunny laughs at Wanda’s innocent nature. Seems she’s teaching her something. “My sister Faith used to braid my hair. She was pretty cool.”

“Maybe I could learn? I already know how to braid a little,” Wanda looks at Bunny’s head as if she’s trying to asses just how much she could do.

“Yeah, maybe,” Bunny grins. She thinks it would be funny if she tried. They get to the register where everything is handed to the cashier. The woman does a double-take but says nothing.

“The total is $45.94,” She reads from the register. “Will you or Mom be paying?” Her question isn’t supposed to throw Bunny off, but it does. For a second, she falters, but Wanda steps right in. She passes the clerk her credit card to swipe before she tucks it back into her wallet.

The shopping trip is over.

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When they get home, Wanda passes the bags to Bunny.

“I was thinking I could help you tonight,” Wandda stops Bunny in her tracks. “Natasha won’t be home for another few hours. We could probably have it washed by then. If you want.”

“You’re going to get into the shower with me?” Bunny’s perplexed expression makes Wanda crack a smile. She’s not sure how that would work.

“No, silly, the kitchen sink,” Wanda gestures.

“Oh, yeah,” Bunny kicks herself mentally for not realizing.”If you want.” She tries to appear calm about the situation. Wanda notices it’s one of her tells when she’s excited. Maybe in an attempt not to scare her off.

“Let’s go,” Wanda leads her to the kitchen. She begins to set up with a pillow for her neck. Bunny stands, watching her with a guarded expression, before she sits in the chair Wanda appoints to her. She’s tense for the first few seconds. She’s not used to having someone so near. Wanda’s warmth is welcoming and inviting. So she closes her eyes and relaxes. She hopes she can trust her. Wanda begins washing Bunny’s hair with the advice given to her. She rinses first, shampoos, detangles from the tip to the root and then repeats. There are times when she visibly blanches at the tangles in Bunny’s hair but she quickly covers up her expression. “My mama used to do this for me back in Sokovia. For me and Pietro.”

“Pietro?” Bunny cracks open an eye. “Is that the man in the pictures?”She refers to the pictures all over the wall. “The Avenger too?”

“My brother,” Wanda hums. “He lives at the tower. He comes to visit sometimes.”

“He hasn’t since I’ve been here,” Bunny observes.

“That’s true,” Wanda confirms.

“I’m not scared or anything,” Bunny shakes her head. “I don’t want to keep you from your family.”

“You’re not keeping us from anything,” Wanda takes the bottle of conditioner and applies a small amount to her hand. “We decided that when you’re ready, you could meet the team.”

Bunny bites her lip. “Would they like me? Are they nice?”

“Oh, they would love you,” Wanda smiles gently. “Pietro especially.”

“Cool,” Bunny doesn’t ask any further questions. “If I get to stay here long enough maybe I can meet them.”

“I would love that,” Wanda says. She finishes Bunny’s hair in no time, already noticing the visible shine, as she helps her braid it in two dutch braids. The scope of Wanda’s abilities. Bunny sits up finally, running her fingers across her fresh braids.

“Maybe we can do my hair like this more?” Bunny seems hopeful. “I mean if you want. It could be our thing. With Natasha, we have Russian and baking. With you, it could be this and gardening and movies maybe?”

“I think we can make it our thing,” Wanda says. “Just like with me and my mom.”

Bunny falters a little. “Yeah,” she nods.

Being here wasn’t so bad.

That night, Bunny leaves another one of her letters on the kitchen counter. It’s her way of saying thanks and expressing how she felt in the moment. She loves it here.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 19

Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, somewhat suicidal thoughts

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

LOKI WASN'T DRUNK. HE HADN'T BEEN drunk the entire time, but he'd pretended because it gave him the advantage to be alert when they didn't think he was.

The first time he had laid his eyes upon Y/N's sister, his first and immediate thought had been one he had to banish immediately. But that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on her.

He wasn't technically a second, but he'd grown up under the guise of being a second child. So he knew the favoritism that Y/N had received versus the way Elizabeth must have been treated. But he didn't realize it would carry on to soulmates.

He watched Tony, Stephen, Steve, and James give everything to Y/N and almost nothing to Elizabeth, not even scraps. And even the bird had stopped paying attention to her, now that the strippers were in front of him.

He wished he could've approached her, he almost had when the piece of human filth had approached her.

He could almost sense her loneliness, but didn't dare do anything more than look at Hogun and wish that he hadn't gotten the idiot drunk.

And then the next time he'd looked, Elizabeth had been gone. He hadn't really thought there was anything to be worried about, but he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.

That she was supposed to be sitting there at that table.

Alone.

So he'd stood up. He'd gone downstairs and searched the larger part of the club for her, and had even stepped out front to see if she was sitting on the benches. He'd even transformed into a girl so that he could search the dingy women's bathroom.

But there was nothing.

And so he'd finally stepped out to the parking lot and he couldn't see her either. He wondered if maybe she'd decided to walk home, or maybe she'd asked Happy to drive her back to the tower. Happys car wasn't out here either.

He turned to go back into the building. Maybe he'd missed her when he was searching one of the rooms. A glint of familiar metal caught his eye and he turned to stare at the two knives that had been dumped into the bush.

He snapped his fingers, making the broken light above the building light up to life, illuminating the sidewalk and bush. The knives he'd given Elizabeth were there, one clean, one covered in red blood. Now that he could see, the sidewalk also had large splotches of blood.

His knives. He picked them up. Their names- Skjønnhet and Nåde- engraved onto the Asgaridian blades. He couldn't help but sign them. Beauty and Grace. The first words that had come to his mind when he thought about Elizabeth.

Blood ran down thickly, surrounding the jewels and leaking off the handle onto his fingers. The blood was fresh.

He thought almost for a moment of going back into the club, telling them, but it would do no good. They were drunk as skunks and couldn't contribute anything useful in this state.

Rhodey.

He transported himself back to Avengers tower, straight into the living room. To his luck, Rhodey had been there, a single beaker of bourbon there, mostly untouched. Rhodey himself had been to immersed in the mystery novel he'd been reading to drink anything. But he did jump when Loki appeared.

"Loki! What the hell man!"

"Please tell me she's here." Loki said, ignoring him.

"Who?" Rhodey asked, looking at the knives in Lokis' hands and then immediately setting the books aside. "Whose hurt? Wanda, Nat-"

"Elizabeth. I gave these to Elizabeth." Loki said. "I stopped watching her for two minutes and she was gone. I went looking for her and these were all I could find."

"And you didn't tell the others?" Rhodey asked in a cautionary voice that really already told Loki that Rhodey knew why Loki hadn't told the others.

"All of them are drunk." Loki sighed. "Admittedly, Hogun and Thor were my fault, I spiked their drinks, but the others were on their own."

Rhodey sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Elizabeth hasn't come back, no."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., I need you to track down Elizabeth now. Start at the strip club Stark took us too." Loki commanded.

"I can show you video feed, but you will have to be in Mr. Starks lab." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said. "Of which only Mr. Rhodes has access to out of the two of you."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., its an emergency. Elizabeth is missing and we're the only ones that can help her. Can't you override your securities just this once?" Rhodey asked, already moving for the elevators.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. was silent the entire time they were in the elevator and Loki's hand clenched around the knife. He loosened his grip in order to not cut himself and tamper the blood.

The elevator doors opened up and the lab was in front of them as they walked down the hallway.

And then F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. "Alright Mr. Rhodes. Clearances have been overridden. Mr. Laufeyson is now allowed in Mr. Stark's lab. I've already pulled up CTV footage from outside the strip club. It's waiting for you. If you drop the blood into a vial on Mr. Banner's desk, I can scan the DNA."

"Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y." Rhodey said as he pushed the doors open. "Somehow, someway, I owe you one."

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ELIZABETH SURVEYED THE CELL THAT she was sitting in. There was a urinal in the corner and a water fountain next to it. The outer rim of both metal appliances were rimmed with orangey-brown rust. She had woken up on a bed, the mattress underneath her hard, but not uncomfortable. There had been a heavy comforter in the same desolate gray colour that had provided warmth. There was no window. There was a single heavy iron door with no holes.

That was it.

She could hear machinery noises, whirring, humming, sometimes banging or whistling. There were no people from the sounds of it, or animals.

She was wearing the same thing from last night, though she was barefoot and both of her knives were gone.

Loki's knives.

She wondered if she'd killed the Korean man that had drugged her. She must not have, if she was here. Otherwise someone would've found her.

Or would they have?

Maybe she waited a long time on the sidewalk until backup for this place came. She wondered how long she waited.

Probably a while.

She touched her shoulder where the tattoo still was filled with colour for Steve.

It wasn't like they cared about her.

Not even Sam.

She sighed and then went still as there was a terrible screeching noise, like a bolt being turned in a lock and her door was swung open on squeaky hinges.

The man standing there was tall and dark, with a snake tattoo curling around his shoulders. The colours were faded, as though he'd once had a soulmate and they'd died.

"Let's go." He commanded.

She stood, figuring it would be a waste not to, and followed him out of the cell.

The floor beneath her bare feet was freezing cold, sending goosebumps all the way up her bare legs. The man led her through a series of winding hallways, down long corridors, and even up a couple of flights of stairs before she was brought to a large room that was a tastefully decorate office.

The man sitting behind the desk was good looking, she supposed. Fair hair and green eyes. Light skin, thin, and fit. He wore a suit and there were no visible soulmate marks.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." He said. Everything in the room was made of a light brown oak wood. Books shoved haphazardly on the shelves, maps and drawings posted to the backboard behind his chair. Notes littered his desk. "Please, have a seat."

She sat in the chair, staring at the man. He was eyeing her with a look of intelligence and so she asked, "You're TYPHON?"

"You know the name?"

"My sister was talking with Natasha about you. You're trying to give people powers. Or that's what you're spoken goal is. I doubt you'd actually give power if you could." She said.

"I suppose you're right on most fronts." He agreed. "I suppose you're wondering why you're here."

"Not really. I'm guessing it's because I've got a couple of Avengers for soulmates." She stated.

He smirked. "For the most part, though we're only interested in one."

"Which one?"

"Steve Rogers."

"And you're using me to get to him?" Elizabeth asked, feeling the irony weigh in.

"Exactly."

Elizabeth smiled and then began to laugh. She laughed so hard that she was hysterical and she laughed so hard that she was crying. All the time, the man stared at her with fascination and a bit of confusion.

"What is so funny?" He finally asked.

Elizabeth wiped her eyes, feeling more melancholy than the laughter entertained. "It's just my luck. The one Avenger you want is the last one that would come for me."

"He's your soulmate."

"He rejected me. He doesn't want me."

The astonishment on his face was worth the words. He looked so taken aback, he looked so shock that he actually sputtered his next words out, "B-but he's Captain America!"

Elizabeth's smile was bitter. "I suppose you'll kill me now that you know I'm useless?"

"Did any of them accept you?" He asked, trying to take in her soulmarks.

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment, thinking. "No. None of them. The one that did accept me isn't an Avenger. They didn't want me."

The man sat back heavily in his chair, putting his fingers to his forehead and then opened his eyes. "You could be lying."

"You can check my soulmarks if you want." Elizabeth shrugged. "They're all on my shoulders and arms. Black and white even though I've known them for almost two months now. The only one coloured is the one that isn't an Avenger. And Steve Rogers' is still coloured because he never touched me."

"Bloody fucking hell." The man groaned. "I thought they doted on their soulmate."

"That's my sister." Elizabeth said before she could stop herself, biting her tongue at the bitter tone. At least it was her here and not her sister. If her sister had been here and been killed, they would've been heart broken. At least this way, the only person hurt by her death was Hogun and her father.

"Damn." The man sighed.

"So, can you just kill me quickly?" Elizabeth asked softly. "And preferably painlessly? Send the coffin back to the Tower so that my father can bury me under the apple trees?"

The man stared at her curiously. "You're not afraid of death?"

"I'm terrified." Elizabeth said, a tear falling down her face. "But this is what I know is going to happen. It always happens this way. I'm no use to you, so you'll kill me."

The man stared at her for a moment. Then he stuck his hand out over the desk. "I'm Virtus Auctor. I think we have something we should discuss."

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"WHAT?" TONY ASKED SLOWLY AS THE crowd of newly awakened Avengers sat in the living room. Most of them had already doused medicine created by Bruce for hangovers. Fury was already alert, eyes narrowed as Rhodey and Loki explained the entire situation.

"I don't understand." You said softly, rubbing your temples. You swore it was the last time you got drunk. "How did they get her?"

Loki turned, letting the video play. Elizabeth burst through the door and into the forest. You couldn't hear anything, but she had curled into a ball and Wanda put a hand over her face. Then there was the man and she had walked back. He had snuck up on her and she must've heard him, because she had turned to him. He stuck her with a needle. She stuck him with a knife. They both fell and two other people rushed out and dragged both of them in a black van.

"Why'd she leave?" Sam asked.

"Her claustrophobia." Wanda said.

"She has claustrophobia?" You asked in surprise. "I didn't know that."

"I don't think anyone but me did." Wanda said. "It doesn't seem like something she advertises."

"It wasn't something she had to deal with until she came here." Hogun said. Out of everyone, he was the one who looked the worst. The colour had been drained from him face and he looked tense and sick. "Not on the farm where everything was open. She hates this city, but she would never have told any of you that. Mostly because none of you talk to her for her to tell you that."

"How do you know she hates the city?" Tony asked defensively.

"Because me and her were going to leave for the farm today." Hogun replied. "She asked me yesterday in the car if we could go back to the farm. She was homesick and everything about the city makes her feel terrible."

"She should have said something." You replied irritably. Why hadn't she said anything? You always made sure people knew if you liked or didn't like something. God knows you'd complained about the farm a thousand times to your father and mothers' faces.

"Who took her?" Nat asked.

"TYPHON, who else?" Loki said.

"They clearly took her because of you guys." Wanda said, motioning to Tony, Stephen, Steve, Bucky, and Sam. "They'll want you to guys to show up and save her."

"But they won't." Loki said lightly and Rhodey shot him a warning look. Loki ignored it. "They don't care."

"I care abo-" Sam started angrily.

"Yes, I saw how much you cared when you were eyeing the strippers last night." Loki replied coolly, glaring at him.

Sam snapped his jaw shut, flush flying to his cheeks.

Steve crossed his arms and said. "Well, it doesn't matter. It's our job to find her and bring her back safely-"

"Says the guy who hasn't even touched her once." Rhodey muttered under his breath.

"What I choose to do with my soulmate is completely unrelated to this. This is a kidnapping mission and we'll follow through with making sure we bring her home." Steve snapped back.

The tension was to much. It was making you dizzy.

"Look, Wanda is right." Clint said with a shrug. "They took her to get to you guys. So you lot are going to have to sit it out."

"Which they'll have no problem doing." Loki said.

"Are you purposely trying to goad them into a fight?" You snapped at Loki. "Just find my fucking sister alright? All of you! I don't care if you've rejected her bond or accepted it or whatever. I want my sister back. Now!"

Your eyes were brimmed with tears and you glared at all of them. Then you brushed past the lot of them, smacking Steve's hand out of the way as you headed for the elevator. Yes, your soulmates were yours.

But your sister was family.

⬅️➡️

[gloriouspower]

Hello👀

I'll leave a request and let you write if you like the idea

What about Wanda and R dating in high-school

But r is more the nerdy/athlete while wanda is the smart and popular girl and she's not ready to tell people about their couple and she thinks it would make her lose her friends because they don't really like y/n's group (like peter parler and all..)

So y/n get impatient cause she feels like wanda is ashamed of her.. You can choose what happened after this, it's up to you :3

Tell me what you think of the idea hahaha

A/n : this is my first Wanda fic so if there are any mistakes or i got something wrong feel free to remind me but hate is not accepted, this idea is so cute omggg, so i portrayed Wanda as Street smart and not much academic smart while a bit vice versa for the reader, i wanted a fluff ending so i did just that ❤️

Perfect ♡

Pairing : Wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Summary : request

ROSE 🌹

Warning : insecurity, little bit of angst if you squint, fluffy fluff and more fluff in the end 🤭

Note : i loved writing this so much 😭 i felt like i was in the moment, anyways what's important, i haven't set up the rules for requesting yet for this blog so to let y'all know i WON'T be taking character x male reader as i don't want to upset the dynamic and I'm a female so yeah, enjoy 😁

Word count : 1.4k kinda proof read

"word" - dialogue

Glossary : y/n - your name, y/n/n - your nickname

dragul meu - my love (in romanian), i searched and saw an article saying Wanda and pietro might have grown up speaking Serbian or romanian.

Your life was perfect, you had the most perfect friends, the most perfect best friend, the most perfect parents and most of all, the most perfect girlfriend.

Wanda maximoff, the school's popular girl first showed interest in me when our group was selected to present our school in the world science expedition, it was when we won the competition did everyone start noticing our group, when Wanda started noticing me, she made sure her approaches towards me were subtle enough to not to be noticed by others but clear enough for me, small notes in my locker, which i don't know how the hell she got the code too, but okay i guess? Mini gifts left on my desk with her initials on it, walking with me to our classes rather than her usual friends, talking to me in free periods, little things that made my heart flutter, and Peter never leaves one opportunity to tease me about it, i mean she's the most beautiful girl in the entire school, not only me but i think the whole school has a crush on her, but to be liked back by her is pretty much a big thing.

Wanda is friendly with practically everyone, she know everyone, even remember their names which i have no explanation on how Because i can barely remember someone's name they told me minutes ago, she was adored by everyone too, so basically a social butterfly but right now the main thing is, she likes me back and that's when i gathered any courage i had and asked her the question when we were in the cafeteria hallway walking towards our class "Wanda, do you like me?" She stumbled in her walk and i had to catch her to stop her from falling, her eyes wide as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing to form words but nothing came out, then she asked skeptically "do you?" Blood rushed to my cheeks, as I stared at the suddenly immensely interesting ground. After saying nothing for a few seconds i just nodded, ready to take off i turned but the next events changed my mind completely.

She pushed me against a door, that i don't know where it lead to, the only thing i can focus on is her lips on mine, her hands sneaking on my waist pulling me closer, i leaned back, giving her all the access she needed, my hands going up to her neck and in her hair, tangling my fingers with her long luscious red locks, she stopped looking down at me smirking and at this point i think i look like a tomato, "tomorrow at 7, I'll pick you up" and with a peck on my lips, she walked of like nothing happen while i stood there processing what the hell just happened. 

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It's been a few weeks after that kiss, but it only got frequent, her taking me out, giving me gifts but she wanted to keep it a secret, ofcourse Peter knows everything, even if i don't tell him, he'll just know, when i told him about the kiss his squeal was more surprising then Wanda kissing me. The 'keeping it secret' thing didn't bother me but I wanted to show her off, to let everyone know she's mine and I'm hers, more probably because of those pesky boys who kept trying to woo her but she just turned them all down, which I couldn't be more happy about.

I returned her efforts with my own, always doting on her , bringing her flowers, especially a rose because it reminded me of her, only a single rose for every time we met. Aside from that, nobody in her friend circle ,or in mine except peter. knows about us, i have visited her house many times before, why? I was her tutor, but now "tutoring" was the last thing i did when we were in her room, though i still made her study even if she didn't want too because I didn't want her failing classes and she was already struggling with most of it, i sat beside her, observing her completing her calculus homework, she groaned throwing her head back, crying ont dramatically she leaned her head against my neck, i rolled my eyes at her antics, trying to push her off but i was unsuccessful as she threw away her notebook and supplies and attacked my lips and neck with kisses making me forget why i was here as well, after that calculus was the last thing on our mind.

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By far we've been dating for almost 6 months, mid terms were on head, mostly me, Peter, mj and ned spent our time in the Library discussing what update we have over the syllabus, while Wanda was out with her friends, doing whatever she does at this time, lately though she seemed distant, whenever i would approach after school or in the break, she acts she doesn't know me at all, but the moment Everyone is out she's as gushy as before, that baffled me i mean i knew she wanted to keep our relationship secret but now after so many encounters i couldn't help but think she was ashamed of me in some ways…i wouldn't blame her though, I'm just a girl who no one knows about other than the girl who's friends with Peter while Wanda is…. Wanda! There's no comparison between after all, this was eating me inside out, nagging me at the back of my mind 24/7.

I laid curled up in wanda's arms, she stroked my back lazily, any other day i would be blushing like crazy but now my mind was elsewhere, i was so deep in my thoughts that i didn't even notice her stop and pull back, only coming out of my trance when she spoke " y/n/n, are you alright, sweetheart?" I blinked several times looking at her, then blurred out without thinking " Wanda, are you ashamed of me?" Now it was her turn to stare wide eyed at me. " Love, what are you saying? Why would I be ashamed of you?" I just shook my head looking at the mattress, picking at the bedsheet as tears pricked my eyes, "y/n, talk to me, is this because i said i wanted to keep us private?" Her voice was soft, I looked up at her and said "No, no…you know? You seem so distant when i come up to you when you're with your friends, like you don't even know me, i know you want to keep it private and i do respect that, i really do but sometimes i couldn't help but feel like you're ashamed of me" i hung my head down, not being able to keep eye contact, too embarrassed to even look up.

She didn't say anything, hooking a finger under my chin, she tilted my face up to meet hers, a tear rolled down my cheek, tilting her face to the side she kissed me softly and pulled me in her arms, pulling back from the kiss she nuzzled her face next to mind and said "you will never shame me, dragul meu, and i did not mean to hurt you, you know how my friends get towards your group, i want to keep it down because i don't want to lose them or you" i sighed burying my head in her neck i said "I'm sorry, i was being stupid, i should have known you would never do that" she shook her head, pulling me even closer if possible "no, darling, you have every right to feel that and I'm glad you decided tell me, believe me i love you too much to even think of that" she chuckled and i smiled in her embrace, all those wrecked thoughts evaporating in seconds, my heart bouncing and once again my face was red.

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That evening she made sure you knew how much she loved you, even deciding that she would not be as subtle as she is now, still keeping it to themselves but she decided there was no harm in showing her lovely girlfriend off either, cuddling together her arms wrapped around yours, legs tangled together with your head on her chest, you smiled with you eyes closed, this was the best feeling you could ever imagine and didn't mind if this would become your forever.

The next day she didn't hesitate to kiss you on your cheek, still a bit hesitant but a big step from before and Wanda couldn't deny, she liked this too, her friends were taken aback but she didn't care, if you were happy she was happy too and that's all that mattered to her.

A/n : this is my first ever fic related to Marvel, i am a big fan and know much about it but if you see any mistake just let me know❤️ i hope you like it and idk if i did justice to the request 😭🌹

© god-of-mischiefs 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

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[thiscrimsonsoul]

“You aren’t like the others. Most would have brandished a weapon by now.” (Quinlan; @mxrvelouscreations

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"With everything that has happened to me in the past several years, nothing really fazes me anymore," Wanda replied with a rather flat cynicism. She was still reeling from losing Vision again as well as her two boys. It was all too much to feel at once. She might've thought she had no more heart left to bruise, but she'd been so painfully wrong. And yet, over time, trying to put her life back together and avoid being captured by the authorities for what she'd done in Westview, Wanda had begun to feel very numb of late. It wasn't until she ventured out of her isolated cabin and into town for supplies that she realized... the world had been facing a new crisis in her absence.

It always seemed as if the moment one crisis ended in her life, another began, before Wanda could catch her breath or process any of the trauma. Now, so soon after losing her family and grappling with her own guilt at having enslaved an entire town, the world was apparently being taken over by a very contagious and dangerous pathogen? Something... that turned people into cannibalistic monsters called strigoi. Wanda had never been to Romania, nor did she know much about it, but even as a Romani Jewish-Pagan girl growing up in Transia and later Sokovia, there were tales of the strigoi. Americans called them vampires, she believed. But they were only stories... right?

Apparently not. Returning to her little cabin in the middle of nowhere never seemed like a better idea than it did right then, so that was exactly what she did. Maybe she should try to help people, but... she was no hero. Westview had taught her that. There was really no point in striving to be something she knew she wasn't, and for something she wasn't even sure she wanted anymore. What had the world done for her and her loved ones lately? It had taken away everything and everyone she loved, and in the case of Vision, repeatedly. Let them find another savior if they didn't want her. She was done. Now, Wanda just wanted to be left alone.

Except that, as per her usual bad luck, this was not to be. Hiding from this latest apocalypse turned out to be more difficult than anticipated when a very strange looking man suddenly showed up on her porch. How the hell had he found her, way out here? Regardless, he was clearly afflicted with whatever this... strigoi disease was. That didn't scare Wanda, per se, but she wasn't about to let her guard down either. "So... which are you? One of those responsible for spreading this infection, or simply one of the infected?" she asked. "And more importantly, why are you here?"

[fountainpenguin]

Who are some of your favorite FOP characters and why? Or more specifically, what is something they character did that made you like them?

For the sake of rambling on about some of the convoluted reasons why I love these children, here's the upfront disclaimer that I'll be referencing a few of the early draft episode scripts (from Fred Seibert's Scribd); that's where the wordy screenshots are from.

[ Tagged as "long post" but same deal as usual - if I put a Read More on it, it'll crash and delete :') Sorry ]

Imaginary Gary was my first true love in terms of FOP characters. He's such a brokenhearted little 5-year-old trying to play with the big kids. His debut episode starts out so lighthearted and silly with Timmy talking about this imaginary friend who used to attend therapy with him play with him when he was 5. The tone shift you get punched with after Gary realizes Cosmo and Wanda have to grant his wishes too because "he's a part of Timmy" just hits so hard.

I also just love his debut episode because it speaks so much to me about what the show is really about at its core... Timmy got physically and emotionally wrecked by Vicky as a kid, and that's a trauma he's still recovering from. The boy is not okay.

Fanart I made the first time I watched FOP, circa 2016

"Escape from Unwish Island" is very good too, such a fantastic episode in both context and execution.

I think Mark was the second show character I fell in love with, namely around "New Squid In Town" and "Five Days of F.L.A.R.G." There's something so incredibly charming about a teenage alien prince who flees his fiancée at the altar and seeks protection from a scary rival boy... and then just, like, enjoys being human so much that sometimes Timmy shows up at his house and Mark is just hanging out in his human 10-year-old disguise. By himself. Because he likes to be 10 and human. Love that for him.

His entire character type of "surfer dude alien prince" is so funny and creative. Mark is the guy who suffers physical pain when he's hugged, but he'll hug Timmy anyway in an attempt to show Earth affection. He has such a good heart. I also enjoy his dynamic with Vicky, like how he still wants the real girl even though his parents cloned her for him in Season 2, and how he keeps making attempts to be physically affectionate with her according to American culture even though things are drastically different on Yugopotamia.

They break up at the end of "King Chang" because she finds out he's an alien, then a few episodes later in "Wishology" they're hanging out again and he tries to put his arm around her while in alien form and she's like "Don't even think about it" and he respects her rejection, and then they still get back together in Season 9 even though she blatantly knows he's an alien and she decided she was okay with it, and he just adores her so much and has ever since Season 1... he's a sweetheart.

Also this early "Foul Balled" script hits the right spot for me-

Sob... they are in LOVE, your honor.

Mark's journey to being a terrifying prince who feared a human boy to becoming Timmy's biggest fan and best friend is just really sweet. I like to imagine they become roommates later in life. Timmy has to say good-bye to Cosmo and Wanda someday, but Mark stays in touch forever.

Flappy Bob has always been a favorite of mine. The man played the perfect role of an untouchable antagonist while simultaneously doing nothing wrong. Worked hard in school, started a business, did his best to make it a pleasant place to be. Stood up for Betty when she told Gary to respect her touch boundaries, straight up chased him down to make sure he didn't cross a line... all-around great boss.

Got handed magic and wished to make the world a safe place where people could feel loved and not get hurt. After his world of peace was in effect, he walked around, did his own research, and came to his own conclusion that this wasn't working out. Apologized to Timmy for being wrong and did all he could to fix the situation. Sold his business to Gary and Betty, then left town to live his dreams.

The clown theme was a lot of fun to see in a movie, and I'm glad it was acknowledged since it would have felt weird to see him namedropped in Season 2 ("Totally Spaced Out") and then not have the clown aspect be followed through with... The Musical is my favorite episode for good reason. Absolute sweetheart, 10 out of 10. This man can do no wrong.

I don't have much to say about him beyond that, but he's a fantastic character I adore. I would have loved to have seen more of him, but he did all that he needed to do and he's perfect. Also, big shout out to Timmy for handling the interactions with Flappy with grace even though in this same season, he revealed he has a clown phobia.

H.P. is just a funny guy. He's the big boss of a race of clones who file magical paperwork and he really just wants to swing by the club and dance and hang out. Incredibly sarcastic. He'll call you "Dude." Teamed up with Anti-Cosmo and immediately dubbed him with a nickname. Successfully took over two worlds in a single day (after planning this for 37 years) and just wanted to chill in a hot tub tbh.

He's a big, sassy goofball who likes to party and he shouldn't be brushed off as "just an old guy who speaks in monotone and does dull and boring paperwork and nothing else." He is very much Not That. Fairies canonically get drunk off soda, which means we've literally seen H.P. drink on the job. Slaps high-fives and fingerguns his underlings. Smirks and snarks constantly. Respects contracts even when they don't go his way. Keeps detailed files about members of another species. Supports his employees when they join music competitions. Gave his godson a nice car and flowers and sent him on a date with a girl he'd already screwed up with.

Literally gambled all of Fairy World in a bet against a 10-year-old boy and then almost quit after like 30 seconds because he wanted to go to a rave instead. Laughs at his own jokes. Complains when his employees suck up to him. Dressed in drag to flirt with Jorgen. Straight-up lost a golf game to Timmy despite the fact he was cheating in an attempt to win. As in, like... even before Cosmo tipped the scales back into Timmy's favor, H.P. was straight-up losing slkdjfs.

He golfs in his full-on business suit. Twirls his club like a baton. His head will stick in a dartboard if you throw him hard enough, and when Jorgen used him for darts the only thing he said was "You can only imagine the joy I feel in my heart right now." He has a laser cannon in his head. Jabs his elbow into you for attention. Always being snooty with hands on his hips. Used a newborn as a yo-yo. Kidnapped a baby, then announced he wanted to name the child Bill because "Bill's a guy you'd trust with your insurance portfolio."

Went out and bought office supplies in the middle of the Fairy World Games. Won a footrace against Anti-Cosmo. Uses dollar bills as pizza toppings. Keeps chicken drumsticks in his ear. Will flap his arms and make chicken noises at you. Monotone "Go me, go me, it's my birthday." Literally makes you use enormous microscopes just to read the fine print in his contracts. Will hand you a cell phone and then call you even though you're standing in front of him. Once wore a bowler hat on top of his already existing hat.

Keeps his golf club on the table during board meetings. Likes to breakdance. Anti-Cosmo started taunting him and H.P. jumped on a scooter and said "The only thing you'll be eating today is my dust! Later dude!" and peaced out. He might be one of the oldest and most "professional" characters in the series, but in his heart he's like 21 and a total party-loving dork. He's all business on the clock and he might even pay attention to you for five minutes, but honestly he just wants to drink soda, attend raves, and do the worm. H.P. is my dear beloved and I just can't imagine not adoring this perfect man.

And he really is just Like That:

I love him so much...

I like how H.P. was totally okay with splitting the world with Sanderson when they take over... When asked WHY he wants to take over, his reply is "I'm not a hater, but I must cater, to my mission, my ambition, to be the world's administrator" and I like to interpret this as "I don't hate Fairies, but their world is disorganized and I have OCD." Oh no. His hat is also a pen.

Also the OG script shows Jorgen, Anti-Cosmo, and H.P. each choosing a contest for Timmy to judge them on so Timmy can name one of them the "best in the universe." I am obsessed with the sheer confidence of H.P. selecting one task in the universe he knew he could beat Jorgen and Anti-Cosmo at, so obviously he picks:

(Anti-Cosmo wanted to play cowboys)

This early script also depicts H.P. and Anti-Cosmo getting in a magic fight and exchanging insults like "Bring it on, meat" and "Oh no you didn't" while they shoot each other with duckzookas and magic and I need everyone to understand how much I treasure the bitter frenemy silliness that is... Them™

Idk, I feel like if H.P. had been portrayed as a younger character with the exact same personality then he'd probably be more popular in the fandom, and that's really too bad because he's freaking hilarious. He is just a guy. A dude. He's here to party and make it everybody's problem. We need way more H.P. content out there, I adore him.

Sanderson I like for many of the same reasons as H.P.- I've always loved dorky suck-up characters. Plus, Sanderson blatantly cheating at every competition he touches is funny to me. He has a similar goofy attitude to H.P. except he's also like, more vulgar and easily distracted and it's hilarious. My boy really broke a rhyme scheme to compliment his boss on the same hat he's been wearing since forever. In his mind, H.P. is just really really cool and he'll say it.

Sanderson loves music, but when he had the chance to describe himself in song form, his response was basically "Lol, I'm about to end Fairy World's whole career; bite me" and I respect that. He is just the perfect embodiment of "that suck-up who likes to drink and party with his boss, but oh wait! He also has a lot of genuine affection in his heart! But oh wait! He'll also screw you over :)" He's great.

I very much enjoy the fact that when Gary called for Pixie backup in the Musical, it was Sanderson, not H.P., who got the call. I like to think Sanderson took Gary and Betty under his wing and might be a little more attached to his dorky music-loving "godkids" than he'd like H.P. to know. H.P. gets to call the shots, but Sanderson will sneak them candy. As Gary starts sliding off the deep end in my 'fics, I think Sanderson's slowly breaking heart is one of my favorite parts of the whole arc. He really likes Gary, but his hands are tied on how much he can interfere even when his mental health comes crashing down. He's a high-up at Pixies Inc., but still can't overrule the boss's orders. It's lots of fun to play with characters who have power, badly want things, but can't take the risk to use power for the things they want.

I just love my little dynamic of Happy Peppy "I'm a pawn who can't cry in front of my godfathers" Gary and Mr. "I can't express affection in front of Gary or I'll get fired" Sanderson. There's just so much pain there to play with if you jump into FOP canon, point at Gary's call to the Pixies, and say "And I took that personally."

I also enjoy the fact that Timmy was extremely insistent that Poof needed to score "perfect 10s" on the gymnastics course in the Fairy World Games and the Pixies bribed the judges to take 1st place, which implies that it was the Pixies, not the Anti-Fairies, who scored a 10-10-9. Sanderson and H.P. are the only pixies seen on the field in that event and I would have loved to see that. Sanderson likes to be where the action is. He is hanging out.

Happy Peppy Gary and Betty are just inherently fascinating. It's pretty obvious that they know about the magical world. Even if we wave off their weird laser tech and overlook the fact that they got teleported from California to Florida, then made it back before the end of their work shifts in "Baby Face" and didn't even question it... there's a scene in the Musical where Gary picks up a phone that is blatantly labeled "Pixies" and calls Sanderson directly. My boy really went "Dad pick me up, I'm scared" slkdjf I love him.

Actually that's not true, his actual words were "Kids just being kids; they could all get hurt!" and honestly my heart. Like, I'm a full believer that the Happy Peppy duo were in on the Pixie takeover scheme even though Flappy wasn't, they are miscreants, but still... Vote Happy Peppy duo some of the sweetest and most innocent characters in FOP canon, please and thank. Ignore the times they launched babies off-screen, used lasers to cage infants, stuffed a child in a box in front of his horrified peers, and all that other stuff, that's not important. My children did nothing wrong.

I just really love thinking about all the different backstories you could write about these... extremely intense teenagers getting mixed up with magic. I favor the idea that the Pixies have always raised them the same way they raised Flappy Bob, but I think the concept of these two showing up for work one day and accidentally walking in on Pixies scheming to take over the world is equally hilarious.

I want what Gary has- I want the absolute confidence to look a crowd of kids and adults in the eye after they've just been tormented - after I'VE just been tormented - and say "Welcome back, give me money." The extent of the brand overhaul he did on the Learn-a-Torium was slapping his and Betty's names on the side and investing in giant images of their heads. He changed nothing else, not even the uniforms, and just decided to shoot his shot. I love him.

It's also VERY cute that we saw a cardboard "You must be this tall" Gary standee in "Baby Face" and I'm obsessed. This is before Gary and Betty took over, so why isn't it a Flappy standee? For some reason this cracks me up because the implication is that either Gary loves his job so much that he volunteered to be a standee model or someone else took one look at him and knew he was destined to be the smiling face of the Learn-A-Torium so they made standees of him. I love it.

I adore Gary and Betty because they make me think... To me, they're not easy to brush aside and overlook because I have a million questions, and they're cute and fun and I love them. I wonder if Vicky runs in their social circle. They probably cross paths in the babysitting field sometimes.

Also the fact that Betty is so physically affectionate with Gary on a daily basis, but the moment he turns to her for genuine comfort, she bolts out of the room, always gets me laughing. I guess it evens out, because Betty passed out in front of him once, yelling about her heart and clutching her chest, and Gary just covered his ears and screamed that the world was falling apart sdklfj. My babies.

I talk about this all the time, but Gary and Betty also have some fantastic scenes in early episode scripts that were cut from the final versions, like this gem from "Totally Spaced Out":

I love them.

Also in the early days of planning, the Musical's antagonist was actually Imaginary Gary.

While it's not confirmed that Gary and Betty sing this song since unfortunately there's no full script for the Musical available, just the first song drafts, the lyrics for the OG version of "Get Flappy" remain almost identical to the final and it's said to be sung by "Clown cheerleaders," so it seems likely that this refers to them.

I think about this a lot. I mean, if Gary and Betty are singing while Imaginary Gary reveals himself, the implication is that they found out their boss Flappy Bob was actually a 5-year-old in disguise who came out to them as an imaginary friend and they were like "Yeah, that's cool with us." For obvious reasons I don't treat the Imaginary Gary plot as canon in my 'fics, but like... They accepted him. Man.

Like... I can never express how much I enjoy the BFF dynamic that is "I'll keep working here even though our boss is 5 and imaginary, I'll run away to Mexico with you, I'll run a business with you when our boss skips town, I'll catch you when you jump in my arms, but if you want genuine comfort then BOI I'm walkin' out." Betty sdjklf

On that note, I feel like something does need to be said about Gary seeking comfort from Betty when scared and her response is "But I don't like you like that!" She obviously felt like she needed to clarify that and I have so many questions about their relationship. Ignoring for a moment the obvious need to transition to a new scene, it's just not a good look for Gary that Flappy felt the need to chase them and mediate. Is Gary okay. Does he need to be held. My son.

Anyway Gary and Betty have my heart and they know it- they fascinate me and I love them very dearly. I feel bad for the fact that literally every fanfic scene I've put them in is just a horrible downward spiral of their relationship and sanity; I'm pretty sure I've never actually been nice to them, and honestly that's terrible slkdjf

Foop will be ranked at the top of my fave characters for forever and a day. He's just a messed up little sweetheart ping-ponging between being socially awkward in school, hanging out with his loser friends, and struggling against the desire to consume the world in a black hole. He's just struggling so hard and there's, like... no one giving him actual help and it's heartbreaking, but also you don't feel too bad for him because he also has a healthy social life and he's doing okay.

There are something like... 5 or so episodes where you can see Foop's alternate personality take over and I'm just happy that the alt personality thing wasn't pushed as a reason for his destructive behavior. The alter is focused on a little when Foop is freshly out of solitary confinement, comes up again when he's going to school, but all the other appearances are a lot more subtle and just showcased in later episodes by Foop getting that extra highlight in his eyes and gushing over things ("Oh, goody! I found a spot on my body where I wasn't bitten by a spider!" which... isn't the same way Foop speaks when he's in pain any other time in the series, because usually when he's hurt, he'll moan, grump, or panic). It is interesting to me.

Anyway I'm just very happy that the alter wasn't a one-episode gag "played for laughs" who then got thrown aside like nothing happened. Rather, the alter features majorly in two episodes (or three if you want to make an argument for "Terrible Twosome"), then quietly becomes part of Foop's character in a few episodes after that.

We saw extremely valid reasons for where this alter came from. Foop was locked in solitary confinement from the day he was born, developed claustrophobia, accidentally yeeted himself into an alternate dimension for an unconfirmed amount of time while the timestream was frozen for 50 years, and although there's a certain humor in his alternate personality (like when said alter rigged the class president vote for the wrong person) there's also just... this quiet melancholy to the whole experience, this very legitimate childhood trauma that Foop is recovering from... Yikes.

Also this comes later in his life, but he also experienced other fun childhood events such as being tortured with magical shocks while trying to escape a bully and also that one time in Season 8 when the Fairy Council ripped him out of reality. Foop is not okay.

Anyway, Foop's alter is there for him while he adjusts to life outside of solitary confinement and again when he starts a stressful first day of school, and after that he becomes a smaller aspect of Foop's attitude that you can still see in later episodes when he's stressed. Like yknow, that time he literally saw the Grim Reaper and got told how he'll die, I also would probably struggle emotionally with that.

Foop is great- he'll bribe you to spare his life with a dollar bill and he'll still ask if he can keep the change. Disaster child. He's a struggling little kid who's struggling with massive amounts of trauma and doesn't seem to have much of a relationship with his parents. At least Anti-Wanda packs anti-venom in his Kelly Clarkson lunchbox, so I'm glad they're on good terms. Overall, Foop is such a goofy character with a harsh backstory, a difficult family life, a criminal record, and high political expectations and he's also a bad boy evil genius, so like... He's the best kind of character type. But he also has silly subplots where he spends hours TP'ing a house because he forgot he had magic (twice), he loves making prank phone calls, and he freaks out when Crocker doesn't invite him to a party. His dialogue is always fantastic and I really enjoy when he's onscreen.

The downward spiral of his mental state when being tortured with lightning and forced to team up with Vicky in "Scary Godcouple" to the point that he stops caring about anything, straight-up ready to let her kill Poof even though he'll ALSO die just... Man. Hits hard. This happens after "Timmy's Secret Wish" where Foop was violently yanked out of reality. He already ceased to exist once and begged for life again, and then the forced team-up with Vicky happens and he just... can't. He can't.

He screams and begs and finally surrenders to it all, right up until seconds before Poof dies. Finally he lashes out at Vicky and blasts her with magic, gets tortured because of it... This boy is not okay. My man be STRUGGLING. And then the fact that he had to face Vicky AGAIN in "Certifiable Super Sitter" and he just did not trust her for a single second... ouch. The emotional arc of Foop saying "Ooh, I really like her :D!" in his first encounter with Vicky to Foop throwing himself in front of her chainsaw to save Chloe in their last...... Love that.

The Crocker / Dark Laser / Foop friendship is important to me. I just want Foop to have adults in his life who care at least a little about his well-being. He has very few people to turn to... Chloe made him cry with a hug, the boy struggles so hard with healthy affection. He might be a destructive force of chaos but he's also just baby.

I also just really like Foop's dialogue; he's this posh British boy genius who will get extremely worked up about how "For the record, if he HAD thrown a lightning bolt, it would have been done in protest over being asked to participate in this candy-coated farce that you call theater!" but he's also like 5 so he'll just groan about how things are "Super lame" and it's adorable. He has a certain twang to his speech where he'll "spit" these single-word sentences like "Wow" and "REALLY?" and "SERIOUSLY!?!?" and I just find him both refreshing and easy to write. He's so loud and so very cute.

This kid literally runs around on the playground eating poisonous spiders while trying to pick up girls by comparing them to potassium chloride, he'll also distract his teacher by pointing at the window and yelling "A van of rich single men!!" where else can I go to experience this character type, he's the best. He booked a restaurant for Cosmo and Wanda at a black hole. When will I ever be this funny.

Also I cry over the fact that Foop corrected Goldie every time she called him by the wrong name - from the day she came to class to the day they held the play - until he finally screams that his name "isn't that difficult!" and honestly just the fact that he had to deal with that is interesting to me. Goldie knew Poof's name, she memorized her lines in a play... there's no way she "forgot" his name. She was doing that on purpose. In his debut, Foop made it clear multiple times that he hates his name, but he also stood up for himself when misnamed. Love that.

It's also extremely funny that in "Spellementary School," Foop reveals he's never been able to understand anything Poof says and he just has to guess all the time, yet he's also shown to be extremely accurate in recognizing when Poof is grumpily agreeing with him, arguing with him, or straight-up swearing at him and I love that about their relationship. The scene in "Two and a Half Babies" where Foop assures Poof that he can be trusted because he's "not a pathological liar" and Poof just looks at him sadly and says "Poof poof" and Foop backpedals with "You're right, I am; I lied about that" is v funny to me.

Nonverbal popular kid and the boy who needs someone to talk to for the absolute win. They are bonded for life... Good luck, Poof.

I also really like Poof, especially in "Love Triangle" when he screws Foop over by making him take over as understudy and then he just eats popcorn while Foop fumbles around onstage. Comedy gold. Poof is sweet and forgiving, but he's also a straight-up savage and he knew EXACTLY what he was doing. Love him for that. As good as he is, he still has that wild streak the same way that Foop has a secret soft spot for people. Poof doesn't mean to cause trouble except for the times when he definitely DOES mean to cause trouble and it's hilarious.

Poof has a certain "looks like a cinnamon roll, but could kill you" vibe. He's this kindhearted little boy who's very cautious and sweet and you can just imagine what a little gentleman he'll be when he grows up. I love how the first thing he did when he met Chloe was tip his crown at her, the sweetheart.

He'll jump into new adventures. He'll play along. He'll help you out. Yet while all of this is going on, you can see how when he's scolded - either when it's being scolded for "not forgiving people after they try to destroy you" or Timmy yelling that getting them both stuck in a spider's web is all his fault or even just Wanda telling him to calm down because he was getting so worked up when he was unable to articulate what he wanted to say......

Poof doesn't know how to stand up for himself in those situations. He holds himself to this standard of respecting authority even when he's overworked to the point of exhaustion. When he was assigned as godparent to Mrs. Crocker, he went into it with a good attitude but came home wiped out. Didn't voice a single complaint. Just exhausted. Didn't know what to say.

Meanwhile, Foop will flip the heck out if you accuse him of anything and I really enjoy that... Here are two counterparts, and you've got one kid who struggles to speak up so he usually just keeps his head down, and then you've got Captain Overshare who will outright lie and throw blame on other people and it's just... nice to see the personalities of two opposite creatures truly be opposite like that.

There's definitely something to be said about how when Poof finally started talking in sentences, it was while dueling Crocker in a magic fight. The poor kid had been been begging for others to step in and get Crocker out of Spellementary School for two days. No one was there for him. Poof got backed in a corner and had no choice but to challenge Crocker himself. Kid got blasted with magic lightning, slammed into a wall twice, and finally pushed himself off the floor and stood up for himself. Good on ya, kiddo. He WILL get in a physical fight to protect himself or others, but if he's in a situation where he needs to say "Hey, I'm struggling with this assignment" or "No, I'd rather not hug the guy who tried to kill me last time we met" then oh heck no, absolutely not, he'd rather die skldfj.

Poof finally spoke and the second sentence out of his mouth was "Your plan to absorb all the magic from my friends and Foop has failed" slkdfj. Tell us how you really feel. And then after Foop apologized for a lifetime spent trying to kill him, Poof still tried to extend the hand of friendship, my heart...

Also, the dynamic of "I blatantly do not like Foop, but I tolerate him because he's my cousin / counterpart / classmate" is very funny. Poof doesn't usually go out of his way to hurt Foop, but he absolutely sits back to watch Foop create problems for himself. If Foop launches a spiked ball at him, he'll fling it right back at him instead of eliminating it. He also accidentally pushed Foop into a garbage can one time and chose to leave him there instead of helping him. Love that.

Poof's great, I love his vibe. He's neither a brat nor a goody-goody... He's just this shy little kid who was born a celebrity and has to deal with everything that comes with that, like attracting a crowd of friends at school and being nominated class president. He's sweet with a streak of mischief... He'll go along with a plan to steal Cupid's arrows, he'll eat all your brownies, and he'll also eat 11 pounds of chocolate just because he wants it. He has his share of chaos, but he's a lot more thoughtful and controlled about it than Foop is. Needlessly dramatic and likes doing things with a flair <3

Woo... This post became much longer than intended, yikes. I'll wrap it up, but Juandissimo, Kevin, Norm, Crocker, Ed Leadly, Chester, A.J., Elmer, Sanjay, Binky, Jorgen, and Dr. Rip Studwell, are all such fantastic characters too, just to name a few off the top of my head. There's a special place in my heart for Chet Ubetcha, Mr. Bickles, Schnozmo, Chloe, Molly, Dark Laser, Cosmo, Wanda, Anti-Cosmo, Anti-Wanda, Blonda, Schnozmo, Remy, Mama Cosma, Big Daddy, and Sammy Sweetsparkle too. And Timmy himself, but I think that goes without saying.

So many funky dudes; I love them so much...

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So I was recently informed that I talk in my sleep, like a lot apparently, and I was filled in on some things that I've said in the past, one of which I thought could be a fun ask. How would the RO's react if deep into the relationship MC was very clearly unconscious but said "I love you [insert name]..." and kept murmuring incoherently to them?

AAA this.

“Love you, Jade/Jean…”

As someone with whom you’ve shared a bed in a very distant past—someone who has experienced insomnia for the better part of their life—J is not unfamiliar with the fact that you happen to be quite talkative when you’re asleep.

Love confessions are new, though.

J looks up from their book, from over the rim of their glasses, and their gaze finds you and eats in the sight. They plan ahead, they always do, will they share this knowledge with you? How would they even do that—?

Ultimately, J chooses not to tell you. They smile a little before turning back to their book, whispering a quiet “Cute.”

“Love you, Uma…”

Uma checks whether you’re awake or not—a part of them is happy that’s the case, another part just wishes to hear it again and again and again.

“I love you too, [Name],” Uma sniffs.

Crying feels a little unreasonable, and so Uma forces themself to swallow the lump in their throat. They wipe their stray tears, sigh deeply, and lay down beside you. The sudden movement causes you to stir, it makes you shift, turning around until your back faces Uma.

They lay their head against your shoulder, wrap an arm around your waist, replay and replay your words in their mind.

“Love you, Statler…”

The shock might as well feel like a punch to the face, and Statler nearly jumps out of bed—until they stand and begin to pace. Statler rubs their face with both hands, wonders and wonders, maybe they heard it wrong? Maybe you’re teasing them? Maybe, maybe. With determined steps—and shaky hands—Statler makes their way over to the bed again.

They shake you carefully, and your mumbles quiet as you awaken.

“What…?” you grumble sleepily.

(Their hand brushes your bed head out of your face.) Statler bites their lip briefly, the question dances at the tip of their tongue: did you mean it?

“Sorry, [Name]. It’s— it’s nothing.”

“Love you, Wanda…”

Your sleepy words make Wanda slap a hand over her mouth. She’s sort of successful in quieting her loud shrieks and coos, but her muffled excitement isn’t enough. Wanda takes deep breaths, calms down—kisses your forehead gently when she remembers—and ultimately falls asleep with her head on your chest.

When morning comes—and much later, when Wanda manages to wake up again—the first thing she does is seek you out.

“Love you too.”

“Love you, Kai…”

The aforementioned sits up slowly, almost mechanically. It takes Kai more than a couple minutes, as you keep mumbling and sighing, to realize that you’re not awake—and they relax, replay the words in their mind, allow themselves to bask in the amusement and chuckle.

“Ew,” Kai says—even though you can’t hear them, and maybe that’s the reason they sound so lighthearted “How corny.”

For a brief moment, Kai entertains the idea that you would repeat those words in the morning. They dismiss the thought before forcing themselves to sleep.

“Love you, Travis…”

He snaps his head in your direction, thoughts running wild until Travis’ eyes settle on your sleeping frame. He hesitates before reaching out, grasping the sheets, and pulling them so you’re better covered. Travis asks himself what to do—his eyes flicker toward the clock, he sees it’s nearly four in the morning—and decides to ignore it entirely.

Until morning comes—

“You talk in your sleep,” Travis comments casually. He stirs his coffee while he waits for your response.

[plscallmeeren]

C I T I Z E N S O F W E S T V I E W P T 3

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Request: Dragonsw

Summary: part 3 ig (there is smut but I have marked before and after in case u just wanna read the story)

Warnings: Swearing; piv smut; anatomy lol; very pushy romantic old people; unedited bs

Word Count: 3K+

You watched Wanda cheerfully as she went on about her favourite milk-bar in Sokovia and the friendly couple who owned it. Two large bags full of books from the secondhand bookshop pulled at your arms as you followed her into the cafe, setting them down and ordering your favourite types of coffee while she continued.

She gestured around wildly in an attempt to bring more life into her story, your gaze slipping to the black woollen blazer she had stolen from you some time ago now. You might never forget her glare when you asked if you could have it back.

Her retelling came in swings of heavy accent and moments of delighted height down to suspenseful quiet. You listened intently.

She had been living with you for a while, slowly marking her territory with various ornaments and efforts, steadily ending an era of bleakly scarce cutlery and naked walls. You hadn't felt like you were missing anything before - it just didn't matter enough, and you barely had company over, anyway - but now you wondered whether you could survive without it all. Without the brass plates, the frilly curtains, her.

Her inner evolution hadn't gone unnoticed, either, although it too crawled so slowly it took looking back to realise how far she had come, how much had changed. Originally, although kind and occasionally talkative, she had been more of a stranger, a foreign house-guest who had landed with you on accident. You didn't mind back then, but again, you couldn't take it back. It wouldn't be enough.

Now, she had a favourite cafe, a favourite couch, a favourite neighbour. Her past seemed to slip away slowly, carefully ripping away any reserve or depression. It was still there. You saw it, every day, in little ways - but it was more like a passing thought, something that could be triggered with the wrong word or look. Back then it had enveloped her, fed her its own poison and blinded her from its weak points.

She was regaining a home where her previous one had been brutally destroyed. Not stolen, not tampered with, but wholly and utterly destroyed.

However, you did not know this. You knew precisely nothing, and as much as she was enough - she always would be - curiosity sometimes reared its unkind head, suggesting you say things in conversation, sometimes rendering you entirely incapable of speech. She knew about your history, why not hers? You knew why it truly bothered you, of course. There was only feeble denial of the twist in your stomach when she pronounced something wrong (judging by the average English-speaker) or the way heat coursed through you when one side of  your t-shirt slipped down her shoulder.

You were falling for her, whether you'd allow yourself to word it that way or not. Perhaps that was why you clung to the most unlikely part of her story, namely the mention of romance, and telepathically directed the conversation in another direction.

"You know, I have a friend in Los Angelos who... well, he wasn't so different from me, just... ice powers-"

"And you think ice powers are as cool as telepathy and stuff?"

"And stuff? Really? Stuff?"

"Mhm. Ice powers are much cooler."

"Good to know. What I was trying to say, is that I'm happy he found peace and love. All our kind - us warriors - never believed that was a viable life for us, even something to think about. But life has a way of proving you wrong, and I'm happy for him."

She stared at you for a moment, the two of you basking in the ethereal glow of the other, lost in translation of thoughts and other things you missed. She cocked her head, smiling faintly: "Why are you thinking of romance, dušica? Do you have someone in mind?"

"Maybe I do."

Some weeks ago you might have startled at such a raw display of trust, considering how badly you felt you were hiding your feelings. You wondered at her; whether some minuscule part of your emotion for her was mirrored within her, strong enough to make her stay.

You held her gaze, breathing in the scent of hot coffee as it entered your world without realising someone must have brought it.

Every spell had to break at some point, though.

"Why, hello, dears! I haven't seen you around in at least a week, am I right? Any good books?"

Mrs. Hill. Again. You loved her, truly, but she was more set on getting you and Wanda together than she was on keeping up her marriage. Or at least, her marriage may have suffered, had Mr. Hill not been just as in on the gossip.

"Yes, some classics today. Mainly cozy things," Wanda replied for you.

"Oh, yes, I assume you two will be cozying up all the way til spring, right, dears?" She winked at you in a way you imagined was supposed to be subtle, but was effectively more in Wanda's direction than in yours.

"I'm sure they'll be extremely cozy, darling. Although getting exercise in the cold times is important, too, you know," her husband caught on as he appeared around the corner. This particular ambush almost always came in double at once. You pretended not to hear the implications of exercise. Wanda snorted.

"I'm sure we'll be fine."

"And are you sharing a room?" Mrs. Hill asked, practically chirping.

"No, Mrs. Hill, I have a guest room, luckily."

"Oh. Well. I didn't realise."

"We're just heading out to our date night," Mr. Hill said in a last attempt, winking in much the same way as his wife.

"Well, you have fun, love birds," Wanda answered graciously, the two of you waving them off as they approached the counter. She broke into fits of giggles, clamping her hand over her mouth until they left.

"Oh, stop it," you muttered, sipping at your coffee as she cackled.

"Ha! Date night? Cozying up? Sharing a room? Exercise?"

"Oh, you caught that, did you?" you said sarcastically, laying your head on one side, unimpressed.

"Oh, I caught that. I caught it and I'm never letting go."

•••

Wanda

Wanda put her book down, leaning back into your bed with a sigh. She hadn't taken in any of the content. She had been thinking about you - the way your scent was ingrained in your pillows, the faint curve of your body where you always slept. This bed was bigger, more comfortable, so you had offered it while you practiced. She regretted it now.

She knew what was wrong with her; why you were so distracting. She knew exactly why she blushed when you called her 'love' or 'darling' or why there was a throb between her legs when you practiced your martial arts, muscles flexing with unequalled precision.

It drove her insane. She wanted to open up, but she never wanted to speak his name again. She wanted to love you without guilt, but she couldn't betray Vision that way. She wanted to ravish you and feel you, but how dare she?

In the end, however, she knew what the right answer was. Or maybe not right, but right for her. She had to tell you. Everything. Starting with Vision, and if she had the strength, about you.

Wanda stood up gingerly, tense and weak at the same time. She perched behind the doorframe, watching as you moved in the coated space of the living room; the swift cut of an arm, the careful lift of a foot, back arching perfectly as you leaned back. You had even tried to reach her some for when she couldn't rely on her powers. Hypnotising. Then again, you always were.

Vision would want this, she thought, but doubt still crept in at the edges, the loose hems of her mind, whispering in convincing voices that sounded like him but were only an echo of herself. Vision would want this.

Now it was you and your katana, a revelry of broad sways and wicked stabs at innocent air, your eyes closed, not sensing her because of complete concentration.

Beautiful.

You had done so much for her and she felt like she had never given anything back - you certainly hadn't asked. You were sweet, caring, polite, warm - oh, you were so warm. She had hugged you once or twice and who knew whether she was getting warmer from happiness or safety or the pure heat you radiated at all times. She had been safe in those arms, the stray anchor of a slow heartbeat, the murmur of what you had picked up casually of her native language.

She loved Vision, she always would, but even he couldn't compare to you. The thought clutched at her stomach and crushed it, replaced her belly with fear. What if she ruined this, too?

She was so afraid. She was out of her mind with fear.

You opened your eyes. She knew your routine. This is the point where you would sit down on your shambled carpet and meditate, but instead you smiled at her.

She hadn't realised she had abandoned her hiding spot behind the door.

"Hello, Wanda. I hope I didn't make you wait too long?"

Maybe it was the gentle tone of your voice, or the sound of her name when you said it, like it was the most delicate thing in the world - maybe it was the proof that she mattered so much, that there could be peace in apology, but she burst into tears.

Your approach wasn't rushed, but you were beside her in seconds, embracing her. Maybe that was why she had started sobbing; any excuse to feel your arms around her. Your heartbeat. Your warmth.

It was all possible here. From this vantage point, she could surely do anything.

She sniffed a few times, pulling back. You looked down at her, visibly concerned but not belittling.

"I- I'm fine. Can we talk? On the couch. I need- I need to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Everything."

There was no point in you arguing, saying you didn't need to know. Instead, at her request, you made a batch of coffee as she settled down, joining her once you had filled two mugs and found a tissue box.

She sniffed some more, but finally she was ready. She could do this. She could do anything if it meant you might hug her again, even kiss her. Oh, how she longed to kiss you.

You didn't even look at her expectantly, instead taking her hand, watching them intertwine as if it were the most miraculous thing in this world.

"It started when I demonstrated for Sokovia. For my freedom."

Her tears ran freely again, but she didn't stop.

•••

You

She didn't stop. You said nothing, only holding her hand.

She told you about Hydra, about a man(?) called Vision, about all she had lost, the end of the Avengers as she knew them, so many things in between.

"And now, Vision has every right to hate me for this, but I think..."

She looked you in the eye, steady, as if this were the final hurdle, the last thing to cross off a list of horror stories.

"I think I love you, just like I love this town. I've tried not to, but what's the point? I can't leave here without having tried. For myself, I suppose."

She looked at you, face tear-streaked but lovely, expecting something. Some grand reaction, another horror story to add. You refused. You were burning with love for her.

"Darling," you started slowly, taking her other hand into yours as well, "the day that we met... I had no idea what I was doing. I walked up to you, as you may recall, out of nowhere. A complete stranger. I just knew you needed something. I guess I did too, I just didn't realise it yet. I never could've felt this strongly. Anything. It's all you. You have made my life more lively and I honestly don't fucking care anymore that I'm selfish to want you. I don't want you to leave. Ever."

You didn't know who leaned in first, although later you both claimed it was the other. First, your lips barely brushed against each other, careful, cautious. Then it was over, your lips meeting forcefully, gripping for the other like there would never be another chance.

Something tore through your stomach, a rush of blood perhaps, but it fell like a tidal wave coursing, too big to fit. Nothing did. Nothing fit, but it was good. The way your heart felt like it would burst, like it was straining against confinements - that was good. Only now. Only with her. It was good.

She pulled back gently, and while you were entirely blown away and shocked and ecstatic and on adrenaline, Wanda looked calm, a steady thing in an ocean of unsureness. Her right hand clasped with yours, a delicate gesture for a delicate thing, carefully pulling you off the couch and towards your room.

SMUT STARTS HERE

"Are you sure?" you asked feebly as she closed the door behind her, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Yes. I have waited long enough." You watched as she dragged the auburn skirt and black tights down her legs, fighting with the feet before dismantling all clothes on her upper half.

Wanda was perfect. She always had been, yet there was something about seeing her now, ironically pure, more exposed. Emotionally and physically. There was so much more of her than you could have anticipated, and there would be so much more to come.

She smiled, cheeky and expectant, biting her lip playfully as you dragged off your own pants and boxers, not bothering with the loose t-shirt. She was only wearing panties and a bra - red and lacy.

You crooned forward, laying your hands down on either side of her and leaning in, pushing her down on the bed. Your hands roamed - there was no helping yourself - along the smooth skin of her thighs, the dip of her waist and the roll of her belly. Her breasts spilled out of your hands when you groped them, her hair splaying out over the covers and herself in a way that made her look like a mythological beauty. She might as well have been.

"Wanda," you murmured, not aware of what you exactly you wanted as your colliding lips parted.

"Shh," she answered, unclasping her bra behind her back and running her hands over your chest, below the shirt, eventually pulling you back down by the nape of your neck, out of your hypnosis.

You played with the hem of her panties for a moment, dragging them down to her ankles before throwing them elsewhere. She reciprocated by removing your last bit of clothing, too.

You turned abruptly, pulling her along with your hands on her ass, to lean against the headboard, sitting slanted, with her on your lap. You sent her a questioning look. She lowered herself onto you with something close to rolling her eyes.

Wanda's mouth formed an 'o' shape, and only then did you realise you weren't using any protection. You began to rise, but she held up a finger to stop you, as if she had read your mind.

"I want this."

Maybe you should have insisted or argued, but you didn't. She began rising and falling on your lap, panting as you toyed with her breasts, occasionally pinching or biting her nipples, earning a gasp. Your mouth focused on her neck, her collarbone, her neck again, behind her ear, her cleavage - an unimaginable feast. You ravished her with such concentration it reminded her of your practice.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tightly as her belly pressed against your abdomen. You pressed your hand there and she moaned so loudly, you were sure the neighbours could hear. Well, at least the town would be getting the romance they wanted.

"Oh, God, (y/n), I'm coming! This is- You're-"

You silence her with a kiss, hoping that would say anything that needed to be said as she came, juices spilling out onto the sheets.

"Wanda, I-"

"Do it."

You came as well, filling Wanda to the brim, and while you knew you were supposed to feel regret, none arrived.

SMUT ENDS HERE

She smiled broadly, leaning forwards to conjoin your sweating bodies, her head on your chest. You weren't sure what inspired her smile to grow bigger and bigger, didn't know the importance of a steady heartbeat and deep breaths.

"Is this real?" Wanda whispered, barely audible. Your heart ached.

"Yes. Fuck yes. And I will never let you lose me, unless you want to. It can always be real. As long as you like."

"Thank you."

The silence encompassed you once more, feeding on your thoughts and worries until you were both drowsy and blissed out.

"Wanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you stop me?"

She manoeuvred her head to look at you, saw the worry in your eyes, only smiled again.

Wanda took your hand, placing it on her abdomen. "This," she emphasised, "is not something I am afraid of, dušica. There is nothing I want as much as children - well, maybe you - and I fear only that I will have them too late."

"Because of you? Us? The dangers?"

She nodded grimly. "We can't expect to live as long as anyone else. Others..." She stared, but at something else, someone far away, and you desperately wanted her back.

"I wonder whose language they'll pick up first. Or maybe they'll just be boring Americans. Wouldn't be too bad."

She laughed, and there she was again, all yours, the past only something passing by.

"I don't know what I want," she whispered once more.

"Neither do I. We'll figure it out, though. All in due time," you promised.

You chuckled just as a bright and suspiciously watery laugh escaped her. "I just thought of Mr. Hill telling us to get exercised," she confessed, giggling, bringing your lips to hers precariously.

This was right. Now. With her. This was right.