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Daisy | 21 | Italian 🇮🇹 | she/her | Lesbian 🏳️‍🌈 | Requests are open | Wattpad: Dasy02 | My first account here on tumblr is: taylorswiftdreamer |

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WELCOME TO MY BLOG!

Hi everyone! I’m Daisy and welcome to my blog 🥰

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• American horror story

• Ocean's 8

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• ACOTAR

• Grey's Anatomy

• Actress

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She’s a 10 but she’s the dean for the school of Evil and her name is Leonora Lesso. Oh shit wait she’s a fucking 100 and I’d let her do whatever she wanted to me

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PERIOD

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H-h-hi 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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HER MASTERMIND

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Pairings: Highschool!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Song: Mastermind

Hey everyone!

How you doing? I hope everything is fine. 

I had this idea while listening (and crying) to the new album of the absolute Queen Taylor Swift! Soooo I decided to write this story based on her song “Mastermind”. I hope you like it!

With love

Daisy💜

You’re special, you’ve always known. But the other people were too blind to notice, so you went on to pull the strand of their lives undisturbed, without remorse or repentance. At least until you met HER, Wanda Maximoff, the most angelic person you’ve ever met. At that moment you knew you must have her.

“Once upon a time

The planets and the fates and all the stars aligned

You and I ended up in the same room at the same time

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

Of a chain reaction of countermoves

To asset the equation of you

Checkmate, I couldn’t lose.”

Months passed by and you were everywhere she went: classes, study hall, library, cafe… You were her shadow and as planned she didn’t seem to notice.

Inevitably, you’ve begun to talk and to get closer. But it was not like the other times, she was not one of your revenges upon the cruel word you’re linked with. She was something more, more complicated, more deep.

And so in a short time you found yourself madly in love with her, sitting on a rusty bench, in a semi-abandoned park with a small lake on the day of your anniversary. You looking up at her like a little kid would look at the stars for the first time in their life.

And it’s here that the first feeling of guilt began to be felt, together with a great feeling of emptiness. She was everything you ever wanted, but all the things she felt for you are not real, they’re a consequence of your mind games.

So you start thinking you should tell her the truth.

“What if I told you

None of it was accidental

And the first night you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the clockwork

The dominoes cascaded in a line

What if I told you I’m a mastermind

And now you’re mine

It was all by design

‘Cause I’m a mastermind.”

It all sounded so bad in your head as you went over the speech you prepared. Wanda sits on your couch watching you pacing, heavy breath, hands all sweaty and that’s when she says “It can’t be that bad.”

Oh, if only she knows what you’re about to tell her. 

“No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess

And I swear

I’m only cryptic and Macchiavellian ‘cause I care 

So I told you.”

There’s a heavy silence full of tension and fear that leaves you breathless.Now she’s gonna stand up and walk away, or maybe even call you names, what about a well placed slap on your face? All the worst scenarios are playing full speed in your mind. 

But none of that was equivalent to reality.

“And then I saw a wide smirk

On your face, you knew the entire time 

You knew that I’m a mastermind

Yeah, all you did was smile

‘Cause I’m a mastermind.”

She has known it all along and she never run, that’s how you became Her mastermind.

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I've seen lots of people on TikTok doing this, I don't know how to call it "trend"? And I said I wanna do it! They all get nice serults!

Then I try and I get THIS! Like WTF people, I've dates my brother and now I'm in love with his enemy? 🧐

Then I tried again and I'm like: Ravenclaw? Not really my house but whatever. NARCISSA as a mom? HELL YESSS! (I would have preferred her as a crush but whatever). Then Voldy arrive like no thanks I'm gonna pass. The Peter🤢 have no words and Quirrel. WHAT DID I DO WRONG IN LIFE TO DESERVE THIS!

I JUST WANT CISSY AND BELLA AS LOVERS FOR FUCK SAKE!😂

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Ship, Wilhemina x Billie or Wilhemina x Cordelia or Wilhemina x Ally

Celebration

WILHEMINA X BILLIE

Absolutely YES! I'd love to see this two together, I bet they would be so cute. Even if Mina would probably be even more insecure of herself and her disability, since Billie is beautiful and super famous.

WILHEMINA X CORDELIA

OMG, this two wold surely melt my heart. And I bet Delia with her kind soul would melt Minas heart and make her believe in herself again.

WILHEMINA X ALLY

Ermmmmm... Sorry but nope. Ally is cute and everything, but I don't see her and Mina dating at all 😅

[dirty-diana-nah]

Y/n: *under anesthesia* Your so hot. We should hook up.

Cordelia: thank you sweetheart *blushes*

Y/n: are you single?

Cordelia: ... I’m afraid not

Y/n: What?! I can treat you better than her *cries*

Cordelia: *😐* Honey? We’re married-

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That's 100% me 😂

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120+'S CELEBRATION

Ok I wanna start by saying thank you to all of you. It means so much to me guys, I love you all!

So in order to celebrate this milestone I've decided to open the request for a week:

For July 8 to July 15

Where you can request whatever you want. I'm giving you here some suggestions (chooses thanks to the help of @hauntedwitch04 💜)

🎶 LYRICS + CHARACTER (send me the lyrics of a song you like and a character you want and I'll write drabble)

😈 FUCK - MARRY - KILL (send me 3 character and I'll tell you which one I would fuck, marry or kill)

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 SHIP (send me a ship and I'll tell you what I think about it)

👾 MOOD BOARD (send me a character + a scenario and I'll do a mood board and even a wallpaper if you'll like)

🟣 LETTER TO COMFORT CHARACTER (send me a character and the reason why you love em so much and I'll write a letter from you to them)

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Guys I've reached the 130 followers here on Tumblr! Is not a huge milestone, but it means a lot to me

So I want to do some kind of celebration, let me know if you have ideas or something in particular you'd like to see.

Thank you!!💜💜

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PLAYING YOU 2

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Part 1

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader (kinda)

Warning: ANGST, player (y/n) and I don't know what else😅

With time passing by, hiding your new lifestyle didn’t feel necessary anymore, and slowly distancing yourself from the others team members came naturally. Going out every night, getting drunk and bringing a girl home is your lifestyle now and you don’t regret it one bit. The alcohol burning down your throat makes you feel alive and your new “super power”, making poor naive girls fall for you, send shivers down your spine, it makes you feel powerful, in control. And that’s what you need at the moment, controlling something or better someone. But the best part comes the morning after your poor prey wakes up in your arms all warm and cozy and ready to talk about dating and feeling, but in the end you kick them out of your room like a broken toy. And it may sound cruel, but seeing their hurt expressions repay you for all the suffering you’ve gone through, cause now they know as well what being played with feels like. Every morning you say to yourself “I’m not bad, they just turned me this way.” (please tell me you know the quoteee).

So, if on one hand you're enjoying your new life, on the other hand someone is suffering from it. Natasha’s heart clenches everytime she sees a new girl entering your room and it fills with hope the next morning when you make them leave. That’s right, we’re talking about the same Natasha that played with your heart over a bet, the same girl that after you started giving her the cold shoulder realized she’s really in love with you.

After giving you some time to calm down and eventually  forgive her, she decides that today is gonna be the day she’ll risk everything to get you back. She spent the whole day preparing her speech with Clint’s help and then she goes knocking on your door as you were ready to go to a party.

Opening the door you find a nervous Natasha playing with her hands trying to relax, and saying you’re pissed by this sight is an understatement. On the contrary the redhead can only blush and bite her bottom lip at the sight of you in a pair of gray, skinny jeans and your cleavage left in full view by a black lace corset. 

You roll your eyes and spat out in an annoyed tone “Cut the drooling and speak Romanoff, I’ve places to be and things to do.” Not even a second after the badass spy is crying and begging you to forgive her, to give her another chance. The view is ridiculously annoying and pathetic for you, in fact you’re about to tell her to fuck off and go cry somewhere else, but then a wicked idea pop into your mind.

Showing off your best smile while grabbing her chin with your hand making eye contact and you coo “Aww my poor girl! How can I say no to a pretty thing like you, especially when you cry  for me.” The way she melts at your words and leans into your touch is so pathetic that you almost laugh, but you stop yourself instead bringing her face closer to yours until your lips are touching. 

TIME SKIP TO THE NEXT MORNING (Cause I can)

It’s been a special night, the type of night that would have made your old self fall on your knees for the redhead begging for more. But now you’re the one in control, you have her wrapped around your fingers and it’s time for your revenge.

As soon as you feel Nat starting to stir awake next to you, you get up and start getting dressed “Where are you going babe?” Natasha asks in a groggy and sleepy voice, only to have her clothes thrown at her face as a reply. She sits up looking at you confused “I’m not going anywhere. You’re the one that has to get dressed and get out of my room.” you reply with no emotion in your voice as you face your mirror to brush your hair. “(y/n) what are you talking about? We… Us… Last night…” she shutter with her eyes wide open, tears building in them. “Yeah last night was just for fun.” you say casually while applying some eyeliner “You know your way out Romanoff, see you around.” you then add, making sure to look at her through the mirror. And there she is, the sad face of a broken heart that always bust your ego and makes you smile. 

You’ve finally got your revenge.  

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PLAYING YOU

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Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, swearing, again ANGST

Request: Nat playing with reader's feelings over a bet

Prompt: 25 "I never loved you"

Hey guys

This is a request from my Wattpad I hope you like it!

Daisy 💜

“I’ve never loved you…” she confesses, head down and voice trembling. You sit there next to her in shock, tears building up in your eyes as the other members of the team look at Natasha in disapproval. Well, all except one, Carol Denver, the one you consider your best friend.

“You knew about this?” you ask quietly, almost scared to know the answer “It was just for fun (y/n)!” She dismisses your question.

“Fun?! Really? For you, is fun to play with other people's feelings? Making them feel special, loved and appreciated, only to let them down as soon as you get bored, shattering her heart together with all her dreams?” you spat out in between the tears, not knowing which of the two are you referring to anymore. Your poisoned words hit Natasha like a slap, making her realize what she did to you. She hides her face behind her hands in shame, while Carol seems untouched. She's confidently sitting in her armchair, sipping her drink like she's not one of the main causes of her so-called best friend's broken heart. "It was just a bet (y/n), relax, it's not a big deal. Right Nat?" She huffs before receiving a slap on her face by the redhead, that at this point has realized what she did and how much she hurted you. Tears are streaming down her cheeks as Nat realizes that maybe in the head she started falling for you but now it's too late. 

'It was just a bet, it was just for fun. I was just a bet, I was just for fun.' You repeat in your mind until you explode "FUCK THE BOTH OF YOU!" You spat out before running up to your room, Natasha calling for you, asking you to forgive her, but you don’t care anymore. 

Now curled up in your bed, staring at the wall with tears rolling down your cheeks you feel used, empty. She took everything from you: your first kiss, the first 'I love you', your first time.

Your first love was a complete lie.

Since that time when Natasha and Carol fooled you by breaking every single string that was keeping you together, you've grown and turned into a new person.

They turned you into a player.

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MOMMY'S PREGNANT WHORE

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Top!Scarlett Johansson x bottom!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT (minor DNI), pregnant sex, Dom/sub, degradation, pet names, strap on use (mention), mommy kink (literally me🤭)

Prompt: 19 "I'm just pregnant, you don't have to treat me like glass"

This is a request from my Wattpad and be aware that it doesn't make sense. It's simply p0rn without plot. Now me and my virging self will go touch some grass cause it's necessary after this byeeee 👋🏼

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“Scar please!” you whine, head thrown back, eyes shut and hands gripping the sheets as your wife’s head rests between your thighs, kitten licking your pussy. “More!” you scream while grabbing a fistfull of her blond hair trying to pull her closer to your center. 

“Hands off (y/n) you know the drill.” Scarlett scolds you immediately detaching her mouth from your core. A loud whine leaves your mouth at the loss of contact and this caught Scarlett's attention that after giving you a stern glare, swats your hand away from her hair. 

Then she dives back into your pussy giving it soft long licks as inserting one single finger in your tight hole. You moan, starting to move your hips trying to match her pace. Scarlett smile against your clit slowing her thrust and letting you fuck yourself on her fingers. “Oh fuck Scar, more!” you plead her again needing more than just one finger in order to get off. When you realize she has ignored your request completely you take the matter into your own hand and decide that acting up is the only way to get what you want. Scarlett doesn’t tolerate brat and she never backs down when it comes to teaching you a lesson. 

“I’m just pregnant Scarlett, you don’t have to treat me like glass” you spat out in a bratty tone, making sure to emphasize on her full name. Not even a second later you find yourself gasping for air as she shoves three of her fingers deep inside of you “Is that what you wanted uh? You wanted me to fuck you dumb, right baby?” she mocks you as she starts pinching your oversensitive nipple with her free hand “Oh shit. Yes Scar!” you moan in pure pleasure before whimpering as she slaps one of your boobs “That’s not my name princess”. Between her fingers pumping inside of you and the burning sensation spreading on your chest your brain is overcome by the pleasure that you can barely process her word “Let’s try again. What’s my name slut!” she repeats herself in a stern tone, speeding up her pace “MOMMY!” you finally moan as her fingers hit a particular spot inside of you.

“That’s right baby, did mommy find your special spot?” she asks, caressing your face as you nod in reply “What happens if I hit that again?” she wanders before curling her finger and reaching it again. You scream while writhing under her as your release gets closer, then all of sudden she stops herself and takes her finger out of you making you cry out in frustration “Shhh doll I know. Mommy is just gonna take the strap real quick.” she shushes you while sitting up on the bed as you beg her “Please mommy…” Scarlett chuckles, resting her hand on your belly “Let’s show to this little bean what a slut their momma is for mommy” she then says before kissing your neck and rolling over to look for your favorite toy.  

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HAPPY PRIDE TO ALL THE GAY PEOPLE (where you’re out of the closet or not)

(How cute this frog can be🥺🥺)

You'll always be loved by THEM

and by ME!

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LETTER

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Mom!Scarlett x daughter!reader

Warnings: ANGST, suicide, swearing (?) and other triggering/sad stuff

Hey guys,

This is something that I wrote during one of my mental breakdowns. Please no hate I know it sucks and it doesn't make sense, just bare with me.

Daisy💜

Dear mom,

Why can't I see things like everyone else does? Why I don’t get to grow a smile on my face naturally like everyone does, but I have to draw mine every morning to hide my dried tears.

Why can’t I simply accept myself for who I am, why do I have to pretend to be someone I’m not. Geez I have so many masks that sometimes I forget which one I should wear and on which occasion. I’m fucking lesbian, here I said it. It feels so fucking good to say it out loud to everyone and not just to some selected people that I think I can trust. I’m tired of hiding, but at the same time I’m too scared to stand there under the sunlight without anything to protect me. 

So I lie, and I hide and keep going telling myself I’m ok when I just want to be loved by someone. But again I don’t fucking deserve it cause I’m too messed up for that. Who can love someone like me, dumb, broken naive. No one, that’s the answer. But that doesn’t stop me from falling for people, and God sometimes I wish it would, cause I have a thing for falling for the wrong person.

From someone that just wanted a pretty fucktoy to use when she needed, to one of my friends. One of my friends, for God’s sake! And most people would say “That’s cool man! At least you know she’s a nice person and that she cares for you.” But it’s not cool at all. It’s a fucking nightmare seeing her everyday, spend time with her and having to keep the distances cause SHE’S NOT GAY! And I can’t do anything about that, I just sit back and let her live her life keeping my feeling stuffed inside of me as my heart cracks day after day. Telling her is not an option. I can't lose her, so I’ll just suffer in silence cause that’s what I deserve, pai, loads of pain. 

So here we are at the end of this pathetic message, all I want to say is that I love you mom, and none of this is your fault. But for once I’m being brave and taking an important decision for myself. 

I love you mom

Yours forever (y/n)

With tears in her eyes Scarlett folds the letter back and places it on the counter. Then she turns to look back at your lifeless body floating in the crimson liquid in the bathtub. “I’m sorry little angel, I failed you.” she murmurs in between the sobs before caressing your hair one last time still trying to capacitate herself that her little girl will never open her eyes again.

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Not me starting "Orange is the new black and falling for Alex Vause

I mean guys LOOK AT HER! She's so fucking cute (and hot)!!😍🥰🤤

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For once I'm fucking proud of myself. Mommy Wanda came out good!!🤤

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SHUTTERED HEART 2

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Past Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

Present Elizabeth Olsen x fem!reader

Warnings: angst (?), some bad words, I pretended reader wrote some famous songs but all the rights go to the real authors!!

Songs: "Happier than ever" Billie Eilish | "Cherophobia" Martina Antilli | "Lost cause" Billie Eilish

This is a part two of the previous story. The idea was given to me by an amazing girl on wattpad!

Love ya all

Daisy 💜

It’s been years since the day Scarlett left your house stepping on your heart. And you haven’t been doing well.

If earlier going out drinking and fucking random girls in bars was a once a week thing, now it became a routine. Going to clubs, getting drunk as fuck, having sex with some chicks, sleeping till noon and then starting over again. 

That’s when the press started to notice, and that’s why you hate being a famous singer. Everyone always finds out what you’re doing, no secrets. The first pics started to appear on the cover pages of the magazines, they pictured you smoking weed, drinking and making out with strangers. They started calling you whore, slut, drug addict and more. At that point you had hit rock bottom, you weren’t even able to do music anymore. 

That’s when your mother suggested you go away for a while. “Knowing she’s far away from you, will make you feel better (y/n/n).” she said as you walked past the airport’s gate. 

Everyone says new home, new life. Well that didn’t apply to you, at least not in the first few months. Your routine didn’t change at all, until one day walking down Sunset Boulevard you saw a young boy sitting on a paper box while playing the guitar. At this point, while the music flies in the hot hair of Los Angeles,you feel a void start growing inside of you. You missed singing, the hard wood of the guitar under your fingers, the vibrations of the strings as you pinch them. 

That’s when you decided you wanted to change and you were ready to ask for help. You wanted your life back 

In the meantime Scarlett went on with her life, or at least that’s what she told herself. For how much she tried she couldn’t take you out of her mind. The pain in your eyes, the tears and your outburst still hunted her dreams after years. How did she end up hurting you so much when avoiding it was all she cared about and the reason why she ended things between you two? She couldn’t find an answer.

When your not so healthy lifestyle appeared all over the internet and magazines things started getting worse, cause she knew it was all her fault. She wanted to go visit you and try to help you move on, but then she would find herself wondering ‘Is it really a good idea or will I make her suffer more?’ 

Well by the time she decided you had already flown all the way to sunny California. 

Then there was Rose. Gosh this little girl missed you like crazy, but her mom had not the guts to tell her you were gone forever. So her answers were always the same “(y/n) is really busy little bean. I’m sorry.” or “She’s not in town right now Rosie.”

Anyway, whatever excuses Scarlett puts up for her daughter she couldn’t bear the sadness in the kids eyes. It broke her heart day after day, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell her the truth , cause Rose would have ended up hating her for sending her ‘mama’ away.

In the end it was her fault.

TIME SKIP 4 MONTHS LATER (Cause I can)

Therapy isn’t as stupid as you’ve thought, it’s actually bringing you somewhere. It’s still too early to say you’re as good as new and ready to start again, but you’re working on it.

You’ve started understanding that you live for no one, but for yourself. That’s what you and Scarlett had was amazing, yeah, but you can’t go on remaining clinging to the past cause you’re afraid of what will happen in the future

And with that said you’ve started writing songs again. Addison (not me in love with Addison Montgomery in grey’s), your therapist, told you that expressing everything you’ve felt and are still feeling, in the form of music, helps to metabolize everything. 

And she was right. The more songs you write the more you can look back at things in an objective way and let them go.

“When I’m away from you

I’m happier than ever

Wish I could explain it better.”

It took you time to admit it, and probably this is the hardest song you ever wrote, but as soon as you said it out loud for the first time you felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your chest. 

You’re better without her, You’re happy away from her. And you don’t know why it took you so long to admit it. 

TIME SKIP 2 MONTHS LATER (Cause I can)

So everything was going good, you were writing music again, you were clean both from alcohol and from weed. You even met a cute redhead (I’m obsessed with red haired girls) on the beach and went on a few dates with her.

So yeah, everything was going good until it wasn’t.

You don’t even know when it started to go south again. It happened so quickly that you didn’t even have time to realize it. One day you were happy, the next one you were afraid of this happiness.

“Come te la spiego la paura di essere felici

Quando non l’hanno capita nemmeno i miei amici”

(How do I explain you the fear of being happy

When not even my friends have understood it)

“It's hard to explain!” That's what you say to Addison when she asks you what’s wrong. And you’re not lying. You don’t know how to explain it , cause it doesn’t even make sense to you. It’s like a voice inside of your brain, everytime you almost reach happiness, whisper “You don’t deserve it.” and you believe it.

“Come te la spiego la spiego tutta la pazienza 

Che ci metto ma non riesco a vivere senza

Qualcosa che mi opprime 

Che mi indichi la fine

Perchè ho un cervello che è strafatto di spine."

(How do I explain to you all the patience 

That I put into it but I can’t live without

Something that oppresses me

That shows me the end

Cause my brain is stoned with thorns)

And you tried, God knows how much you tried to fight it in the beginning. But then you start growing tired and this feeling of constant fear of being happy starts to feel good. ‘If I’m not happy, I can’t get hurt again.’ that’s what you say to yourself every time a part of you try to look for an ounce of happiness.

“Questa è la mia Cherofobia

No, non è negatività

Questa è la mia Cherofobia

Fa paura la felicità 

Questa è la mia Cherofobia 

Ma tu, resta…”

(This is my Cherophobia 

No, it’s not negativity

This is my Cherophobia

Happiness scares me 

This is my Cherophobia

But you, stay…)

All of your friends, old or new, it doesn't matter, start to leave. They don’t understand you, for them you’re just being exaggerated, fake. And they don’t want a friend that would slow them or stop them from doing what they want. So one by one starts to leave you behind.

Only one sticks by your side, Elizabeth Olsen. She’s such a sweetheart, she never leaves your side and helps you fight the voices in your head. 

And the rest is history.

TIME SKIP 1 YEAR LATER (Cause I can)

“You ain’t nothin’ but a lost cause

And this ain’t nothin’ like it once was”

That’s the lyric of your last song that keeps repeating in your mind, as you walk hand in hand with your girlfriend Lizzie in Central Park.

Yes, you’re back in New York, but only for a couple of weeks. You accompanied Elizabeth on her press tour for her new movie ''Doctor Strange 2” (I’m in love with villain Wanda guys).

And yes, you and Lizzie got together in the end. It took you a while to definitely get over Scarlett, Elizabeth was there by your side and in the end you find yourself being madly in love with her. 

You two are chatting about where to go for dinner tonight when you see a very familiar face sitting on a bench. You look at Lizzie strangely calm and point to her where Scarlett was sitting, she looks at you and asks “You wanna go talk to her or we run away like two crazy girls?”. You love how she always tries to make you laugh when you have to face something that freaks you out. You found it cute. You shake your head smiling and answer “I guess we can just walk away like two normal people, Liz.” “But we aren’t normal, kitten…” she adds while smirking at you, and in that moment you know something crazy has just come up to her mind. She grabs your hand and starts running round the park dragging you behind her, as she giggles so loud that all the pigeons fly away and half of the park turns to look at you. But you don’t care as you pull her arm lightly, making her almost fall over you before connecting your lips in a messy kiss.

At the hearing of loud giggles and the rustle of wings, she takes her eyes away from her book and starts looking for the source of all this mess. And that’s when she sees you, lips locked with her ex co star Elizabeth and a dumb smile on your face. She remembers that smile, it’s the one you make whenever you are truly happy, and seeing you smiling for something that it wasn’t her hurt. But she doesn’t have the right to feel betrayed, in the end it was all her fault.

“You ain’t nothin’ but a lost cause

And this ain’t notin’ like it once was.”