steve: alright does anyone have any coping mechanisms?
carol: running away
steve: healthy coping mechanisms
steve: alright does anyone have any coping mechanisms?
carol: running away
steve: healthy coping mechanisms
Scarlet Witch Sketch Card By RandyGreen
It's request time! I'm getting ready to sleep now, but in the morning I want to write so if you have any request check out my masterpost
That will have all the rules, prompts and people I write for
Down below is who all I wrote for:
Hope Van Dyne
I will NOT write about Black Widow spoilers as everyone should be able to watch without spoilers
Have a good day/night
Wanda Maximoff (MCU) - Credit if using
where do i start? i’m artemis, or lovelybucky as most people know me. i started this blog a little over a month ago in the hopes of getting out of my writing slump and to allow myself more freedom with the content i create, and look where i am now! i never expected to get this far, and i’m beyond grateful for all of you. whether you follow for my marvel content or my criminal minds (or something else), thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting me.
in honor of this milestone, i will be hosting a writing challenge that lasts the entire month of august. under the cut is 31 songs to choose from, as well as a line or two from them. i will be writing one each day, but you could write as little or as many as you’d like!
you must be 18+ to participate. whether your fic has smut or not, my blog does not allow minors
your fic can be any rating, any length and contain any tropes you want! smut and dark fics are permitted, i just request that you give proper warnings at the beginning of the fic
your fic does not need to contain the lyric given below, or any other lyric, but it does need to be inspired by the song in some way
after the challenge is complete, i will be putting all of the fics onto a masterlist. use #lovelybucky1’s 500 and tag me so i can find your fic and add it
there is no limit on how many people can do each prompt. you can do all of them if you choose, or only one, it will still be featured on the masterlist
please view the pinned post on my blog for more through guidelines on why type on content (specifically smut) is permitted. if your fic contains any of the things on the list, it will not be included on the masterlist.
you can write about any character from marvel or criminal minds, as well as ships between characters. the characters below are non-marvel or criminal minds that are accepted.
jefferson (once upon a time)
ransom drysdale (knives out)
lance tucker (the bronze)
andy barber (defending jacob)
ari levinson (red sea diving resort)
tj hammond (political animals)
chip taylor (68 kill)
charles blackwood (we have always lived in the castle)
laszlo kreizler (the alienist)
if you have another character that you’d like to write about, send me an ask or a dm!
lastly, if you are going to participate in this challenge, i’d appreciate if you reblogged this post to spread the word and get others involved!
prompts under the cut
Youth- Troye Sivan “My youth is yours, Runaway now and forevermore”
Mad Hatter- Melanie Martinez “You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone, So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are”
Woman- Harry Styles “I'm selfish, I know, But I don't ever want to see you with him”
Cherry- Harry Styles “Don't you call him what you used to call me”
Black Sheep- Metric “Our common goal was waiting for the world to end”
Dirty Little Secret- All American Rejects “I'll keep you my dirty little secret, Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret”
Take Me to Church- Hozier “I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”
Cold Hard Bitch- Jet “Cold hard bitch, Just a kiss on the lips, And I was on my knees, I'm waiting, give me”
Self Esteem- the offspring “Now I know I should say no, But it's kind of hard when she's ready to go”
Motion Sickness- Phoebe Bridgers “I hate you for what you did, And I miss you like a little kid”
Somebody Told Me- The Killers “Well somebody told me you had a boyfriend, Who looked like a girlfriend, That I had in February of last year”
Carolina- Harry Styles “She's a good girl, She feels so good”
New Perspective- Panic! at the Disco “You come along because I love your face, And I'll admire your expensive taste”
Dress- Taylor Swift “Carve your name into my bedpost, 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend”
Bad Idea- Girl in Red “It was a bad idea, To think I could stop, Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough”
Kiwi- Harry Styles “And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it, It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this”
This Love- Taylor Swift “This love is good, This love is bad, This love is alive back from the dead”
Teardrops On My Guitar- Taylor Swift “I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about/And she's got everything that I have to live without”
Red- Taylor Swift “Touching him was like/Realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you”
Illicit Affairs- Taylor Swift “Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me/You showed me colors you know/I can't see with anyone else”
Wonderland- Taylor Swift “And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad”
Wet- Dazey and the Scouts “It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes/Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs”
Nicotine- Panic! at the Disco “I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you/So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do”
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things- Taylor Swift “It was so nice being friends again/There I was giving you a second chance/But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand”
False God- Taylor Swift “The altar is my hips/Even if it's a false god”
Scotty Doesn’t Know- Lustra “Fiona's got him on the phone/And she's trying not to moan/It's a three-way call and he knows nothing”
I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace “I hate everything about you/Why do I love you?”
Rebel Girl- Bikini Kill “Rebel girl, rebel girl/I think I wanna take you home/I wanna try on your clothes”
I Love You Like an Alcoholic- The Taxpayers “One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg.”
Hey Stephen- Taylor Swift “Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling/So I've got some things to say to you”
Two Ghosts- Harry Styles “Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat”
Requests are always open so feel free to write any idea you want.
Who I write for:
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Wandnat x Reader
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I will accept:
Different types of smut which can include kinks like: Daddy kink, Mommy kink, strap on, vibrator, dom/sub, semi-public sex. Feel free to mention in your requests what kind of smut you would want.
What I wont accept:
Kinks that I don’t feel comfortable writing, which I will ignore or I might use the idea but include different kinks.
Any hateful or harmful requests, that includes racism, homophobia and so on. IF any of my posts have homophobia included it would be short so that the character would be against it for a short time and decided it’s not worth judging this way this would spread awareness to people who don’t know how to deal with LGBTQ+.
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What to expect from me:
I’m slow when it comes to writing, so patients is what you’ll need. If your idea is not descriptive enough I will try my best to work around it or I will be forced to ignore it so please don’t take it personal if your work is not there.
Please do not repost any work of mine or try to translate it, without my permission and credit. If you want to repost it for translation purpose, contact me through the DM’s and we can see what we can come up with me.
Thank you :)
Main Masterlist ✯ Requests/guidelines
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Part 1, Part 2
Warning: Language, some fluff and angst, sexual suggestion.
Description: Y/n thinks she has met the one until she joins the Avengers
Hello :3 here is my guide to all of my work that will be posting, this is mainly Natasha, Wanda and Wandnat writing but I’m open to suggestions.
Please do not repost my work or translate it. Thank you
Requests are open
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader (implied Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader)
Warnings: mentions of murder, cussing
A/N: aaaand this is where the angst start, I guess? lol pls give me some sort of feedback, because my ideas for this series hurt me lmao
Summary: You always thought that the best way to get revenge is to let them see you’re happy. You also thought that the best way to move on is to convince yourself that you’re okay until you no longer need any more convincing. You’re about to find out how effective it was.
Wanda has never felt fear like this since she and Pietro were trapped for two days waiting to die. Her eyes widened in panic as she felt your shoulders tense. She didn’t realize that she said it out loud, and she can feel her heart beating so loud and fast she’s definitely sure you can hear it.
You were still silent, so she’s already thinking of believable excuses to take it back. You were startled, to say the least. Your best friend just said she loves you. The first thing that came to your mind was ‘wait, what?’ And then the whirring in your brain is suddenly so loud trying to figure out what she meant that you didn’t notice her discomfort.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just throw it out on you like that.” You only snapped out of your own thoughts when you heard her speak. That’s when you noticed how her body was trembling, which you were still leaning on.
Your eyes snapped up to hers and saw the pure terror in them, and the tears threatening to fall.
You’re sure that your brain had a short circuit because you don’t remember the next thing you did...
until you felt Wanda’s lips on yours.
1 year later
It had been over a year ago when you first met the love of your life.
Yes, since that day, you have been dating your best friend and you have never been so happy in your life.
Never in a million years would you think the universe will ever give you love, after everything that you’ve done. But, you’re grateful and definitely not complaining.
The rest of the team has been nothing but supportive. Tony would always brag that he knew it since day 1, with Steve backing him up saying all your banters before were low-key flirting. You two were the only oblivious ones.
Natasha had claimed the ‘best friend’ title, as your previous one just got promoted to ‘girlfriend’. You couldn’t be happier.
She didn’t fail to live up to her new title as your new best friend. She had told you about how she talked to Wanda, all those months ago. Your face would immediately turn red whenever Natasha would bring it up and your girlfriend will always laugh and tease you about it. “Take a picture, Y/N. It’ll last longer.”
Natasha said as she once again, caught you staring lovingly at your girlfriend. Wanda was cooking, so you’re just at the table staring at her with a huge smile on your face. You can’t help it, you’re in love.
The brunette glanced at you then at Natasha, then chuckled to herself. You also never fail to send a playful glare to the redhead whenever she teases you about how lovestruck you are.
“Mind your business, Romanoff.” You’d scoff with an eye roll.
“Oh, sweetheart. You have a girlfriend because of me. You’re welcome, by the way.” And with that, Wanda and Natasha would always laugh out loud as you’re left to blush at the corner.
You were stunned the first time they told you. You and Wanda have already been dating for a few months before you were dragged in the lounge with Natasha and Wanda, the two women were basically shaking trying to control their laughter.
You couldn’t be any more grateful to Natasha. She did realize your feelings for your best friend way sooner than you. She had held back on her own feelings, didn’t take advantage of your obliviousness to take you for herself.
You were grateful that she did because you couldn’t imagine yourself be with anyone other than the Scarlet Witch, no, Wanda Maximoff. It may be too soon for some, but you already know that you want to be with Wanda for the rest of your life.
You have never felt so sure about anything in your life.
You want to wake up in the morning with her on your side, her green eyes the first thing you’ll see when you open yours.
You two have always been at each other’s sides during missions. When you’re not assigned to a mission together, one of you will always be in the hangar seeing the other off and then will be there in the same spot when the other returned.
You also shared your schedules, so Wanda knows if you have a coming-up mission and you’d know if she does. It was your thing, the comfort that you two will always know that you have each other’s backs.
You always tell Wanda everything going on inside your head because you know she stopped reading minds without permission.
Everything is going perfectly.
Yet, at the back of your mind, you still couldn’t completely let go of your doubts, even if you keep telling yourself you two will be fine. But then there was that one voice in your head, “Perfect doesn’t last forever.”
It was the one thing you could never have the guts to tell her because sometimes it feels valid and sometimes it just feels ridiculous.
Wanda is an extremely great girlfriend, you’re very sure about that. She always makes you feel loved, until she doesn’t. and girl, how right that voice was.
Two years have passed. When you had said “I love you, too” to your girlfriend two years ago, you’d think that right now you could never wish anything more. That you already have everything you need because you’re with your family and the love of your life. You love her with all the fiber in your being and she loves you just the same.
Right? You’re leaning on the kitchen counter with Natasha, your eyes glued to the coffee already cold in your hands. The redhead was watching you carefully; she’s the only person you could confide in with all your heart aside from Wanda. So, she knows everything that’s been going on.
For the past few months, you’ve been spending almost 80% of your time cracking through the depths of your brain trying to figure out where and when it all started.
You didn’t know if you actually don’t know, or you’ve just been brushing aside all the signs throughout those months and telling yourself everything’s fine.
Because that’s what she said.
“Baby? Where are you? Clint’s already here, I told you I have a surprise for our date night!”
You had sent that text 2 hours ago. And you’re still clutching your phone in your hand, afraid that you’ll miss her reply if you’d set it down.
Natasha spent a good 10 minutes searching for you in the compound. You weren’t in your room, not in Wanda’s, not in hers, and not in the gym. Then she suddenly remembered your favorite place.
The redhead found you pacing back and forth on the rooftop. A romantic picnic set up just a few steps in front of you.
She frowned as she walked towards you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” She said, gently catching your arm to stop your pacing.
You looked at her in panic, “Wanda’s not answering any of my calls and texts! Clint got back 2 hours ago, he said Wanda told him that she’ll be going home by herself. What if something happened to her?”
Natasha sighed, “She’s gonna be fine. There’s got to be a reason why. I’m sure she’ll tell you once she comes back. Plus, she’s Wanda, I’m more worried for whoever’s going to attack her.” The redhead joked to ease the tension. Which was successful, as you giggled softly and smiled at her.
You looked back to where you set up your picnic, then glanced back up to the sky, seeing that the sun had started to set.
Natasha literally saw your shoulders slump, smiling sadly at the sun as it illuminated the whole rooftop with gorgeous shades of orange and yellow.
“Okay, Y/L/N, let’s not waste what you’ve got in here. The smell is literally calling my name.” Natasha playfully shoved you as she sat down on the blanket and shoved three macarons on her mouth.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes at your best friend, “I’m not gonna carry you if you choked, Romanoff.” You said as you sat down and poured two glasses of champagne.
Natasha had saved your ass countless times in battles before, and you were glad she’s saving your ass in these times as well.
Wanda came back a good few minutes after you’ve finished your picnic with Natasha. You two were goofily shoving past each other on the way to the kitchen, both your hands full from all the picnic stuff you shared.
The brunette had just stepped into the lounge when she heard your laugh, then Natasha’s following closely behind. When she turned in the corner to the kitchen, she found you and Natasha sipping champagne, picnic blankets, and a basket still on the kitchen counter.
Your back is on Wanda, so Natasha’s eyes were the first to notice the brunette in the corner. Natasha was staring right at her, and Wanda can’t help but stare right back with a frown.
You only noticed she was looking somewhere else when she stopped laughing.
No, she was glaring at something behind you.
You turned around and saw Wanda, her eyes snapping up to meet yours. Natasha only looked away from her when you basically ran up to her.
“Wanda! Is everything alright, babe? Where have you been?” Your voice thick with concern, your girlfriend only giving you a tired smile.
“I’m sorry, everything’s good. I just had to do some stuff. I’m a little tired.” Your eyes instantly softened, her standing you up in your date completely forgotten as you smiled softly at her. Both of you made your way to her room, which had become your shared room.
It was the first of the many signs. You never paid any attention to it back then, nor to every other sign after that. Fortunately for you, Natasha did. You visibly flinched when Natasha grabbed the mug on your hands, thankfully she did, as you would’ve dropped it since your mind just got back from wandering in a million different places.
The redhead raised an eyebrow at you, completely aware of what your thoughts are, as usual.
“You have to talk to her, or I will.” Your best friend said. You sighed, knowing that the threat is half real.
“I can’t just jump to conclusions, Nat.”
“You’re not stupid, Y/N. An idiot maybe, but you’re not stupid. You can feel it as much as I do, and I’m not even her girlfriend!” The redhead exclaimed.
It’s true. You can feel it. You can feel it in every inch of your heart. Everything doesn’t feel fine. Something’s wrong, something has changed.
You’re scared, yes. You’re scared that if you confronted your girlfriend about it, you might only make it worse.
And you couldn’t accept that.
Wanda would sleep with her back on you, which is very unusual because before, she wouldn’t sleep if your arms weren’t around her. You would also wake up with cold sheets beside you, which was a big step back from the usual green eyes that stared at you in the morning.
Wanda also stopped telling you voluntarily about her day, her missions, and her usual routine. She would tell you whenever you ask, but when you noticed that, your ego was a little hurt. So, you stopped asking and stopped telling her yours. She never asked. You’ve noticed a time or two that some members of the team would look at you and Wanda with curious glances. You no longer have your playful banters, Wanda no longer cooks you breakfast, and she no longer try to be beside you all the time like she used to. It’s killing you inside. You’d also notice receiving sympathetic glances when Wanda would sit with Vision during movie nights. Him in your usual spot beside her, while you curled up with blankets beside Natasha, wanting desperately for the Earth to just swallow you whole.
You started to get sick of all the sad smiles thrown your way when your girlfriend would sidle with Vision. You find yourself glaring back at the person who would give you even a glance after seeing Wanda and Vision together. Natasha was downright pissed. She was so damn close to walking up to Wanda and call all of her bullshits out. The pain in your eyes is too much, it also hurt her. As much as she sympathizes with you, she also didn’t hide how annoyed she was with your actions.
You were being a coward. She couldn’t understand how you’re willing to live in pain desperately trying to save a relationship she wasn’t sure is worth saving anymore.
It’s painfully obvious that you’re the only one trying. And she hates that you couldn’t— you refuse to see that. If you were being honest, you know in your heart that this isn’t good. That this wouldn’t end in your favor. No matter how painful it was, it’s still the truth.
“Babe, can we talk?” You tentatively asked your girlfriend as the two of you were preparing for bed.
“About what?” She answered without glancing at you. She sat down and proceeded to position herself under the blanket.
“S-Should I worry about Vision?” You nervously asked. Wanda’s eyes quickly snapped at you. You can’t help but see defensiveness and the threat to drop the subject in them.
She only stared at you, and you were beginning to get uncomfortable under her gaze that you shifted on your feet and stared at the ground.
At your movement, she scoffed, “What about him? He’s our friend.” Wanda had already laid down with her back on you. Her tone screams that she’s done with the conversation.
All the muscles in your body are begging you to continue, but for some reason, you couldn’t make yourself utter another word.
You know, no, you can feel that Wanda’s love is no longer how it used to be. She no longer looks at you with that glint in her eyes, the stare she reserved for you is now being thrown at a fucking toaster.
You know that it’s a bit unfair to Vision, but you couldn’t care less. You’re hurting, and it definitely feels like a toaster is stealing your girlfriend.
Y̶ou sometimes think of going to Tony and ask why couldn’t it be Siri that he gave a body to instead of Jarvis.
Needless to say, you’re aware of your relationship crumbling. You just like to tell yourself that everything’s going to be fine so you brushed up the red flags and pretended you didn’t see them.
It worked when you lost your family; you’ve held your sister in your arms as she bleeds out, asking and blaming yourself how you’re fine and they’re not. You’ve convinced yourself that after your initial grief, you’ll be fine. And it worked. You did turn out fine. So you thought of this the same way.
You just have the habit of running away. *****
You stopped sleeping in the same bed with Wanda after the night you accidentally showed vulnerability at the wrong place in wrong time. Another big mission has gone successfully. You, Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Tony are the only ones who went. And the Avengers once again destroyed a major Hydra base without casualties. Well, no major casualties.
The mission was successful, that’s what matters most. That’s why you spent the entire ride back home in the quinjet brushing off the team’s concern as Natasha and Steve desperately try to clog two holes in your body.
Mainly Natasha telling how stupid you are for catching the bullets aimed at her. “Guys, come on! I’ll be fine! This is nothing!” You said just as you coughed with blood in your mouth.
“Shut the fuck up, Y/N. You’re not dying because of me.” Natasha’s voice cracked but you pretended you didn’t notice.
When you saw Natasha’s eyes were starting to glint with tears, you sighed and stopped talking.
You were shot right below your left collarbone mere inches from your heart, and another one on your right side below your rib cage. You’re technically laying on a pool of your own blood right now.
The initial 30-minute ride to the base was made into a 15-minute one on your way back. You were still conscious, but Steve picked you up bridal style before you can even protest.
When the quinjet’s doors opened, the first thing you saw was the rest of the team and the medical staff waiting in the hangar. Anxious faces were eager for your return.
You also noticed one thing. Your girlfriend wasn’t here. So was Vision. Your heart dropped, realizing all the promises you made for each other are starting to fade. Like it was made to be broken. You suddenly found yourself cursing that damn Hydra goon for being a terrible marksman that didn’t finish the job. You were fine, though. Dr. Cho has been operating on you for three hours and Natasha’s been by your side the whole time. Still in her suit with your dried blood covering the fabric.
You slowly opened your eyes, closing them just as quickly because of the bright light in the room. You felt a squeeze in your hand, a soft voice calling your name. “Y/N? Are you awake?”
Natasha. Of course. You opened your eyes again and turned to the redhead. You took in her appearance. Her hair is messy, her eyes are red with dried tears on her cheeks. Also, covered in blood.
You can’t help but chuckle. “You look horrible, Nat. You sure you shouldn’t be the one in this bed?” You joked, your voice cracked because your throat was dry. Natasha rolled her eyes, just in time to see a tear has escaped from her eyes.
She playfully scoffed and glared at you as she wipes her face. “You’re such an idiot.” She said as she reached on the bedside and offered you a glass of water.
The redhead seemed to read your mind that as you gave back the glass of water, she tentatively said, “Wanda’s not here.” She watched your face and was actually surprised by your lack of reaction. You already know.
A week later, you were almost good as new. You can now move around freely in the compound, but Steve and Natasha insisted that you take a break from missions. You didn’t mind, it’s nice to sometimes have the entire compound by yourself.
When Wanda found out you almost bled to death, she was genuinely terrified. She rushed to the medical bay and saw you playing on your phone with Natasha reading a book beside you.
You both looked up, Natasha never failing to send a glare at Wanda before telling you she’ll be back later, then turned to leave. Wanda suddenly became your girlfriend again. Or at least, it felt like you have a girlfriend again. You were so confused, but your heart is too happy to have the love of your life beside you again.
She would do all the things she did with you again, and you couldn’t be happier that things are finally coming together. As if the universe sensed your relief, it decided to crush your soul again. ***** Tony Stark being Tony Stark, he told the team one morning that he’s organized a party that weekend, to celebrate the team’s success and your fast recovery.
You were beyond ecstatic, you turned to the woman in your arms, green eyes stared right back at you, and gave you her biggest smile.
You were more than willing to forget the months' worth of pain she caused you, what matters is that she’s here in your arms right now.
You were too blind in ecstasy to notice that her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. The party was in full swing. Several SHIELD agents were lounging on the couch as Tony was telling the story of your mission’s success. You were supposed to be with him, as this party was also dedicated to you.
You were more than happy to be stuck at the bar with Natasha behind the counter, making drinks for the two of you to devour. You came to the party with Wanda, but as soon as Tony literally dragged you in front of everyone and the people gathered all around you, you lost sight of your girlfriend.
You figured you’d let her make rounds, as everyone in this room are your friends and family.
You and Natasha may or may not have already finished a bottle of whiskey with just the two of you. Even when you’re both sober, you two never ran out of things to talk about. Now that you’re drunk, conversations are even more flowing smoothly like water.
“So, where’s your girlfriend?” The redhead seemingly tries to open up another topic just as you two stopped laughing at whatever you were talking about before.
You frowned, yeah, where was your girlfriend? You don’t remember how much time you’ve been drinking, but it’s definitely some time now. Natasha noticed your confusion and laughed, “Your girlfriend is missing! Tell Steve to arrange for a search party.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up from the barstool, “I’ll find her. Be right back.” You said as you walked around the room, tried to, at least.
When you couldn’t find the familiar brown hair of your girlfriend, you exit the room and began to make your way towards your room.
You felt a slight tug on your stomach, which immediately made you sober. It was your companion for years, the familiar tug that kept you alive in your work. Wanda wasn’t in her room or yours, nor in the kitchen and living room. You had practically searched the entire compound now, the tug in your stomach stronger each room you don’t find her in.
And then you remembered one place you haven’t looked at yet, the rooftop. You trudged your way up, dreading every step as you near your destination.
Why are your nerves telling you to stop? You stood for a few seconds outside the door, your hand already in the knob. You try to calm your nerves and slowly pushed the door open.
As soon as you open the door, your face was met with a cold breeze, but you were sure it wasn’t the wind that made you completely freeze in your spot.
There she is. The love of your life; in the arms of another, her lips moving in sync with a fucking AMD Ryzen 99.
Your nerves should be at full peak right now, your heart should be beating so fast in your chest that it should ring on your ears.
Instead, your nerves seemed to calm down, seemingly an instinct’s way of telling their owner “I told you so.”
The familiar tug on your stomach vanished, instead, it traveled up to your chest and continued its wonders there. You wanted to look away but you couldn’t make yourself. How ironic it was to feel that you’re somehow stepping over their reality, their own little world where nothing exists but them.
All the while they’re stepping on yours.
An actual minute has passed, and you were already going back to the senses of your own reality, that being you watching your girlfriend kiss a man, no, a goddamn lightsaber.
You feel numb. A minute ago, you were bursting with pain. All you feel now is the anger you’ve pushed aside slowly making its way into every bone in your body.
When they part, you caught a glimpse of that lovestruck smile Wanda used to throw your way, now being thrown at him. You felt another pang in your chest. The brunette caught a movement on her peripheral sight, when she turned, her body froze. You were leaning at the door, your arms crossed and a look of boredom on your face.
Vision practically jumped as he saw you. His eyes widening as your gaze turned to him, but your face showed no emotion. Wanda was watching you when you turned your gaze back at her, she saw your eyes had gone dark, no ounce of light and glint is evident.
She watched you take a deep breath as a smile slowly seeps into your mouth. It sent sharp shivers down her spine. She recognizes that smile. It was your Grim Reaper smile.
The same smile you’d given to the Hydra goon who gave her a solid blow on a mission before you snapped his neck. The same smile you only throw on someone you don’t give two fucks about.
Never in a million years would she ever thought to see that smile aimed at her.
When you speak, she also recognized the ice in your voice. She couldn’t help but feel relieved that you didn’t address her first.
“Hey, Vis. Enjoying making out with my girlfriend? She’s good, isn’t she?” Wanda frowned at your words, you never talked about her that way.
Vision was beyond uncomfortable. As he fucking should. His eyes darting between you, Wanda, and the stairs behind you. You chuckled, noticing his internal debate, and walked to the edge of the rooftop to let him escape. The same spot you had a picnic prepared for her, the spot now being your and Natasha’s. Wanda was nervous, she didn’t know why, but she was nervous about what you’re going to say.
She also can’t help but notice your lack of reaction, and it sent a sting to her heart.
“Since when?” You started, Wanda’s eyes never leaving your side profile. She would be lying if this entire situation doesn’t bother her because you were so calm. Still, she didn’t feel the need to lie.
“Since that one mission we went. It wasn’t my intention, but it just happened before I even know it.” Wanda said softly, noticing your jaw clenched at her words.
You couldn’t help it anymore. You let the tears build up in your eyes, you were going to explode in a matter of minutes if you didn’t.
There was just so much pain.
You turned to Wanda, your tears finally falling on your face. But they weren’t all tears of pain. There were tears of anger as well.
“What did I do wrong? What wasn’t enough about me?” Your voice visibly cracked, but it was harsh. Your whole body trembling with rage. Wanda flinched, she had never heard you raise your voice, let alone direct it at her.
You started to pace in your spot. Your fists clenched at your sides and your eyes sending daggers at hers.
“He’s our friend, huh? Right! It’s weird enough that we have a fucking oven as a friend, and now you’re seriously replacing me with ‘it’?” You emphasized ‘it’, and this made Wanda’s eyes glow red as she walked up in your face.
“Do not talk about Vision that way! He may not be an actual human, but he’s a hundred times more human than you’ll ever be! Who the fuck kills people for fun, huh? A monster.” Your breath hitched. You already know that about yourself. You already know you’re a monster. But hearing it from the person you loved the most didn’t make it any less painful. Even more so. But kill people for fun? Were those nights you spent sharing each other’s past mean nothing to her? Does she really think you did everything for fun? It was probably the most painful thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life. ‘Heh. I lost my family, so I’m gonna kill random people!’ Well, fuck you. You can’t help but let out a loud, humorless laugh. Wanda had just said the worst possible thing she could ever say to you.
You were done. You can hear the hope-making machine in your body take its last purr, and then complete silence. Wanda’s eyes reverted to normal as soon as she realized what she said. But it’s too late to take it back.
You were looking at her with such hateful eyes, it was almost unbelievable that hours ago, those eyes are looking at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. She was. Because she was your world. Wanda tried hard not to flinch under your gaze. But couldn’t help herself when you gave her your Reaper smile once again and blurted out, “Well, it takes one to know one.”
@xxxtwilightaxelxxx here it is! Happy reading~
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WARNINGS: NSFW, talks of torture, drinking, blood, lmk if I missed any
The peacefulness of your cuddle session with Natasha two days ago had been the last time you slept. Steve was training you this week, and he seemed hellbent on breaking you. He was one of the only people on the team that hadn’t accepted you after at least a month of proving you weren’t a threat, and until now you could have cared less.
But here you were, sucking in breaths of air on the floor of the training room, all the air knocked from your chest and an overly-cocky looking Capitan America standing above you. “Can’t handle the heat Y/l/n? I thought you were a trained agent.” You groan internally. Of course he wouldn’t lay off you during training, the bruises covering your arms from your spar earlier had proved that.
Standing quickly, you let flames form along your arm, stretching from your inner elbow to your fingertips. The blonde backs up a few feet. You smirk. “What was that about not being able to handle the heat, Rogers?” His mouth drops open, as if he didn’t expect you to taunt him back. Extinguishing your flames, you walk over to the bench on the side of the room where your bag was lying. Throwing in your belongings scattered along the bench, you zip the bag and throw it over your shoulder.
“Where do you think you’re going, Ember?” A small ball of fire is shot from the tip of your finger and barely misses his head. “I’ve told you not to call me that. One more ‘slip up’ and you might be in for a new haircut.” You turn away from him while speaking, exiting the training room and leaving a dumbfounded Steve Rogers in your wake.
Making your way down the hall you enter the elevator quickly, pressing the button to yours and Nataha’s floor. Technically, it was also Wanda’s floor but she spent most of her time down in the common area with Vision, so you didn’t see much of her on your floor. The elevator doors swung open and you walked to the small kitchen area on your floor, rummaging around in the fridge before pulling out a beer with a sigh.
You open the bottle on the edge of the counter and watch as the cap goes flying, not that you could be bothered to go find it and throw it out at the moment. Taking a sip of the bitter liquid you scan the room around you, not spending much time there to really take it in. Every floor that had living quarters had a small kitchen, just not as nice and grand as the one on the main floor. Your floor was no exception. You were leaned against the silver fridge, a small kitchen island in front of you. The countertops and island matched, a simple white and grey marble that shined if it was clean.
There was a microwave and toaster sitting on the counter to the left of the fridge, and a built-in oven and stove top a few feet from that. There were four bar stools sat around the island and a bowl of fruit sitting directly in front of you. Taking another long sip of your beer you stand again, your bag still slung around your shoulder. You walk slower now while making your way to your room. As soon as the door opens you drop your bag and make your way to your bathroom.
You move in a daze, setting down your beer on the sink and turning on the shower. Stripping off your sweaty clothes and stepping into the shower, exhaling at the feeling of the cold water washing over your skin. Since you had a close attachment to fire, you couldn’t shower in very hot water without feeling suffocated. You could literally sit in the middle of a bonfire but hot water was a big nope. So most of the time you just opted to shower in cold water.
You would think that it would drain you, being all cold but your body just didn’t seem to get cold very easily. You were just always warm, a nice contrast to when you were buried up to your neck in the snow, in nothing but a bra and underwear without having being a human lighter to your advantage. You laughed lightly at the memory, it being one of your more fond memories from before Natasha left. It was back when you were teenagers in the Red Room, rebellious and knew how to expertly pick locks. She’d dared you to strip and let her bury you in the snow, and you’d begrudgingly agreed.
You and her had made your way outside, and her sister Yelena had joined somewhere along the way. You ended up getting your ass kicked in training the next day since your limbs felt stiff and numb from the cold, but seeing the redhead and her sister laughing while you shrieked from the cold had made it all worth it.
You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and making your way back into your bedroom. Half way through getting dressed you find yourself with a lack of alcohol in your system, and walk back into the bathroom to grab your beer. Taking a long swig you let out a groan of annoyance. “Fucking weak shit.” You muttered to yourself, getting dressed and making your way out of your room. Walking down the hallway silently and getting into the elevator, sipping on your beer.
The doors slide open with a small hiss and you walk out and enter the common room, which is where you find out the rest of the team is. Ignoring calls of your name and waves from the team you tip your head back, finishing the rest of the beer and setting it on the kitchen counter and moving over to the cabinet where Tony keeps his strongest alcohol. Grabbing a bottle of vodka you unscrew the top and smell it, before taking a swig straight from the bottle. You let out a whine like a little kid once the alcohol has gone down your throat.
“Y/n, nice to see you too. Mind explaining why you're trying to get wasted at.. five in the afternoon?” Tony asks from his spot on the couch, and you ignore him for a moment, pouring yourself a glass of vodka and then moving to sit on a beanbag on the floor. “That’s besides the point, but what isn’t is your serious lack of something good to drink around here.” You take a long sip of your vodka after you speak, meeting Tony’s wide eyes when you look at him.
“Y/n that's some of the strongest shit in all of America.” “That’s where you went wrong. I don’t miss much about Russia, but damn did they know how to drink.” You drink the rest of the alcohol in your glass and smile when it burns your throat slightly. You move to refill your glass but before you can even stand up the glass is snatched from your grasp. You pout at the redhead in front of you. “C’mon, one more glass?” Natasha scoffs and sets the cup down- far out of your reach.
“I really don’t want a re-run of our first mission alone, so nope.” You scoffed at her, even though she was right. On your first mission for the red-room, they had sent you and Natasha to eliminate some guy you found hiding in a bar, something about him having information Dreykov needed. After you’d shot him you stole a bottle of something and got completely wasted, putting you two days behind schedule. When you had returned you had made sure to have a good cover story (and make it known that Natasha wasn’t at fault in the slightest) and still got a hell of a beating.
Looking back at her, you smile lightly. You could always get drunk in the middle of the night. She sits down next to you. “I swear to god Y/n if you fucking get wasted tonight I’ll kill you myself.” “You act like you didn’t do the same shit.” She scowls at you lightly, remaining silent.
She lays an arm on your shoulder and retracts her hand like she’s been burned. You tilt your head to the side. “What?” “Y/n you’re freezing!” You admittedly felt a bit chilly, but only about the same as walking around in a t-shirt with a light breeze. “Really? Guess the water gets colder than I thought, good to know.” “Why do you shower in cold water anyways? Won’t that make you weaker.”
You smile at Tony. “I thought so too, but it’s the opposite. The first time I showered with hot water it felt like trying to breathe underwater it was so suffocating. I don’t even know why.” “Weird. Have you ever, I don’t know, layed in a fire?” You tensed slightly.
“I mean, technically? It’s kind of a gruesome story though.” That perked the billionaires attention, along with the redhead next to you. You sighed. “When Hydra was testing on me, they didn’t realise that their tests had actually worked at first. So, as they did with the failures, they tried to kill me.” Natasha grabbed your hand, ignoring how cold it was for the moment.
“They threw me into a fucking incenerator, I think it was an incererator. At first, it didn’t hurt at all. But as we discovered, I’m not immune to sitting on hot metal and coals for thirty minutes. They realised I was mutated about ten minutes in, but wanted to test my limits. Left me in there for half an hour I think. The fire didn’t affect me but the heat from the coals did. Thankfully my hair is also like, fire resistant so I’m not fucking bald now but yeah.”
Natasha let her hand stroke the back of your knuckles. “But on the bright side, I got some badass burn scars.” Natasha glared at you and lifted your shirt to see your back, being met with faded burn scars. Some were in lines and others in patches on the lower half of your back, like you’d been trying not to let your full body touch the hot coals and metal, which you had. “Fuck Y/n.”
Natasha placed her hand on your back, tracing your scars while you talked with Tony about the limits and perks of your mutation. After a while you felt the hand move to wrap around your waist. You try not to shiver at the sensation when a second hand joins the first. Natasha’s hands play with the bottom hem of your shirt (which was luckily concealed by a blanket). Her hands draw patterns along your toned stomach, occasionally slipping just barely under the waistline of your pants. Fucking tease you thought, moving your body closer to the redhead.
You stood, and Natasha looked at you with darkened eyes. You turned to Tony. “I’m gonna go read for a bit, but we can talk more on this later.” He nods with a smile, clueless to you and Nat’s little moment. You turned to Natasha and sent her a look saying follow me you stupid fuck.
You walk away and head to your room, both nervous and excited. You didn’t know what would happen when and if Natasha joined you in your room, but you hoped for the best. After arriving in your room, you shut the door but didn’t lock it. Like clockwork, Natasha opened the door to your room, shutting it and locking it behind you. You stayed leaned against your wall, waiting for the assassin to say something.
For the longest time she just stared at you, and you did the same. She looked up at you and brought a hand up to cup your cheek, leaning in to press her lips against yours. You kissed back hesitantly, holding back a groan when she kissed you harder. Slowly, she backed the pair of you up until you felt your back hit the door, your lips disconnecting for a moment. You chased her lips again, sucking on her bottom lip while she gasped at the sensation.
Natasha takes control again quickly, moving to kiss along your neck, searching for your pulse point. She knows when she finds it, due to the fact that you let out a breathy moan that she wants to hear forever. You move your hands to cup her ass, giving it a soft squeeze. In response, she lets out a groan and moves to kiss you again, smashing your faces together. In one swift move she lifts her knee in-between your legs and pushes up to where you need her most, and you break your lips apart to let out a loud moan at the contact.
She holds your body close to hers by circling an arm around your back, bringing you closer and pushing you into her chest. Her other hand replaces her knee, slipping beneath your waistband. She looks at you for a moment, taking you in. You look lost in pleasure, and she’s barely touched you. She nudges you with her head and you look up at her. “Is this okay?” You press closer to her, seeking out the friction you so desperately need. “More than.”
She grins and lets her hand trace patterns along your inner thighs, teasing you. You grip the back of her shirt, grinding into her. She lets out a small moan at the contact, and you smirk against her collarbone. Your smirk vanishes when her hand starts to move away from your dripping arousal. “P-Please Nat, god please. I need you.” She moves her hand to run a finger through your folds and you let out a whorish moan at the sensation.
“Is all this for me dekta?” You’re practically grinding on her hand now, and she takes the hint finally. Slipping a finger inside of you you let out a sigh, bracing your head on her collarbone. This is gonna be fun.
a/n: this was like really out of my comfort zone, so I probably won’t be writing smut much more than this, or anything more than this at all. :)
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