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[junajackson]

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yeah and that's it! I hope you enjoy and have a nice day :) ~ Lynn

[uniicorns-arereall]

you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free

(just NO a.i)

[junajackson]

- feel like I just need to share my pain rn 😭

That one moment, that ONE specific moment on your period when your abdomen just starts to hurt so freakin much that the only thing you find yourself able to do is roll on the floor, knees curled in and pray you’re not dying

[evadwrites]

i have some thoughts on zar’s exit from the fandom & their decision to delete their fics and how the fandom is reacting to that. and the fandom is reacting horribly.

and the irony of it all! because, arguably, crimson rivers is what zar is most known for. crimson rivers, set in the hunger games universe, created by suzanne collins to criticize capitalism, the entertainment industry, and consumerism patterns of offered media and how it varies based on a social class. and zar’s work added so much nuance to what suzanne collins had written. zar had done an excellent job writing james, sirius, and regulus as victors and exploring their respective traumas when it comes to being in the public eye.

regulus (and james, too) constantly felt like he had no autonomy and no choice because he was thrust into the public light and pressured into doing exactly what was expected of him. and sirius? oh, sirius. sirius won his games and was made into this galaxy-sized celebrity by the hallows, expected to conform to every assumption made about him, to follow all the rules his new role as a mentor & a victor burdened him with. but most importantly—the hallows viewed sirius as nothing more than what he could offer to them. they looked at him and did not see the person.

zar wrote that, and tens-hundreds of thousands people read it and completely misunderstood. because zar wrote 865k words exploring how traumatizing it is to be made into an Image, to be stripped away of your autonomy for the sake of entertaining others. zar wrote that, only for the marauders fandom to do the exact same thing to them that the hallows did to sirius, to regulus, to james; to victors.

and that. that is fucking infuriating.

because, yes, zar is a brilliant writer, but first and foremost, zar is a person. and the way a large part of the fandom has been treating them is completely dehumanizing.

STOP saying “i respect/support zar’s decision but [insert a paragraph about how devastated you are and how you cannot stop crying]”.

STOP sharing the pdfs/epubs of his fics on literally all social media platforms when it’s the one thing zar explicitly asked people to not do.

STOP feeling entitled to the creative work that does not the fuck belong to you. STOP thinking that you have any right to demand anything from zar. STOP hiding emotional manipulation in-between words of illusory support and respect.

and to quote zar: for fuck’s sake, STOP calling them zeppazariel.

zeppazariel is a brilliant writer who was elevated within the fandom to a height so big that it hurts when you fall and crash, and the fandom pushed zar down. the marauders fandom made zar into a full-blown celebrity, but

zar is a person.

REMEMBER THAT.

[junajackson]

Bella

request: no one

Victoria De Angelis x Reader

warnings: my English

words: 366

a/n: sorry for not posting but I was really busy :] Btw I heard rumors that måneskin has tumbrl so if y'all read this, no you didn't. Enjoy!

summary: r and v are on a date and r is not that good at Italian

You and Victoria were sitting on a green blanket, somewhere in Milan, near a lake, listening to music. It was a beautiful autumn evening, the sun was going down and while you were watching Victoria searching for the strawberries, an idea formed in your mind. "Vic, how do you say pretty in Italian?" you asked her smiling a bit. ,,Bella" she said, smiling back at you. ,,Why?" "Well i think that you're very bella."you said, and laughed at yourself for adding the Italian word, realizing that you probably pronounced it wrong. ,,That's cute.", she said and pecked your lips.

That's what Victoria loved about you, how you would ask her out of nowhere to translate words like these in Italian, in the hope that you would know Italian a little bit better, as you were a pretty curious person yourself and she was fluent in Italian so she was used to it.

,,Penso che anche tu sia molto bella" she suddenly said. ,,Sorry what" you asked her with a curious look an your face. ,,Oh nothing" ,,Well but you clearly said something-" ,,Translate it" ,,What?" ,,If you want to know what it means, then translate it" ,,But you could just tell me!" ,,That wouldn't be that much fun or?"

Frustrated you lean back onto the tree that's behind you. ,,Not funny" ,,Just try, nothing is gonna happen" ,,Fine." You started going through your memories trying to figure out if you knew any of the words. ,,Penso means think or? Cause in French it's Pense?" you asked her. Victoria nodded.

After a while you had it. ,,You think you're pretty too? That's what it means or?" you asked, but soon regret it as Victoria bursted out laughing and fell down cause of her heavy laughs. ,,Come on what's so funny?" you asked while trying to helping her up, which ended in you falling right on top of her.

,,That's not what it means." she said and pulled you next to her, so that by now, you two were laying arm in arm. ,,It means I think you're very pretty too and not I think I'm very pretty too" ,,Well but it would fit" ,,Oh shut up"

[swarnpert]

thoughts on being gay?

recommend

[rreeaahh]

i keep searching "damiano david" everyday, hoping there'll be more fics about him.

i keep searching "victoria de angelis" everyday, hoping there'll be more fics about her.

I keep searching "ethan torchio" everyday, hoping there'll be more fics about him.

And guess what?

I keep searching "thomas raggi" everyday because of the same reason.

Guess what?

There aren't as many as I wished for.

*sigh* i guess I need to make some myself.

[alloutshirt]

[junajackson]

Young

request: noone

Carol Danvers x Reader

warnings: none/my attempt to write cute

words: 1628

a/n: I really love this fic. The song it's based on is also really good, so if you want to check it out! I hope you enjoy this one, I put a lot of work on it! :)

summary: fic based on the song Love from Lana Del Ray

taglist: @ladyeliot @mycosmicparadise

Look at you, kids, with your vintage music

Comin' through satellites while cruisin'

You're part of the past, but now you're the future

Signals crossing can get confusing

The first time you and Carol met was at a party. You were both enjoying the evening and dancing without noticing each other, but by chance you left the party at the same time. In the car park you ran into each other and decided to go for a drive together. It was a warm summer night with a starry sky, and for that time you both just forgot. Forgot what had happened in the past. You two just drove off. Because all that mattered was that night.

It's enough just to make you feel crazy, crazy, crazy

Sometimes, it's enough just to make you feel crazy

Never did you think that something bigger would come of it. But even days later you couldn't stop thinking about Carol. It was like you were going crazy. But little did you know that she had the same problem.

You get ready, you get all dressed up

To go nowhere in particular

Back to work or the coffee shop

Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough

To be young and in love

To be young and in love

Often you would find yourself in the park at night, walking around for hours just to get a grip on your thoughts. You didn't care where you ended up, whether it was at the city limits or in the next department stores, as long as you could think clearly again. This went on for a while before you ran into Carol again one evening. She was sitting on a bench near your flat, staring out to sea. You had no idea what to do. Go home? Stand still? Sit with her? That decision was taken away from you, however, because she turned in your direction. Her eyes brightened and you quickly took a seat next to her.

"Hi"

,,Hi"

A short uncomfortable silence fell and you searched desperately for something that would break it. "What are you doing here?" "The same as you, I suppose" At these words a small smile crept onto your face. "Maybe"

"Is this right?"

,,What?" you look at her, confused.

,,This. That we are sitting here, talking to each other and-" desperately she searched for words. She didn't even have to say it, you already knew what she meant. And no, it wasn't okay. Actually, none of this was supposed to be here. You were supposed to be working in a small town in South Carolina, not here in New York. In fact, you and Carol should hate each other. Actually.

"I don't know."

"Mmm."

Again, there was silence between you.

"What's it supposed to be?"

"What?"

"My goodness, you're slow on the uptake. What is all this supposed to be? Right or wrong?"

"I don't know. It should be wrong but it doesn't feel like that."

And that's exactly what it was. This whole thing was wrong. It should never have happened. It wasn't enough to get involved. But it was enough for you. And it always would be. Because you were young and in love.

Look at you, kids, you know you're the coolest

The world is yours and you can't refuse it

Seen so much, you could get the blues but

That don't mean that you should abuse it

A lot happened in the time after this conversation. Getting to know each other better, secret phone calls and meetings, after all, you two were officially enemies. But those very moments between you were what strengthened your relationship. When the two of you were alone, it was similar to that one summer night. You could forget why your relationship was wrong and why you should be doing your work. In the evening you would often lay in each other's arms and think about the past.

"Wait a minute!" you run after Carol, panting. "How come you're always faster than me?

"Well, that my dear" your girlfriend leaned towards you. "I guess that will always be my secret".

Rolling your eyes you grab your water bottle and open it. But because you weren't really paying attention, all the water splashes into your face. So while Carol had to try not to collapse laughing, you were standing in front of her, dripping wet. A moment later you were both lying on the floor laughing. You, still soaking wet, she, by now wet too, because you had dropped the water bottle on her.

Moments like these were what kept you on the surface at the moment. Your work was keeping you extremely busy at the moment and so you were glad to have some time off now and then. You both knew that sooner or later your relationship would unravel, even if you were careful. When it came to that, that's the way it was.

I know, it's enough just to make you go crazy, crazy, crazy

In the past you never used the term "butterflys in stomach".. By now you have. Never would you two have thought that one person would be enough to make another go crazy.

But you get ready, you get all dressed up

To go nowhere in particular

Back to work or the coffee shop

It don't matter because it's enough

To be young and in love

To be young and in love

After five months, the Avengers began to suspect something. Carol disappeared more often than usual, not reporting for hours, and then coming back as if nothing had happened. Probably the group would have asked at some point if you hadn't come to the base on a Wednesday night.

"Shit," you curse, tearing off a piece of your dress and tying it around your foot. You had been on a mission and of course - how could it be otherwise - you got shot. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem, you would have just gone home and taken care of the wound there, but you had forgotten your key and you couldn't reach your boss either. What could you do now? You don't know. Hospitals would recognise you and report you, but just standing around wouldn't help you either.

So you decide to visit your girlfriend and hope that her friends are not with her.

-

The Avengers lifted their heads in confusion when they heard the lift doors open. There was no visiting at this hour and who would come here? However, before they could even begin to ask a question, Carol was already storming towards you.

"Holy - what happend y/n?!"

I've been shot. Nothing new and nothing bad."

"Nothing bad?! That's not what it looks like."

,,Yeah yeah okay, maybe it's a bit worser than I thought."

While Carol bandages your foot and discusses loudly with you, the Avengers watch you silently from their seats. The picture that presented itself to them was also quite surreal. You and Carol, officially not on good terms, talking to each other as if nothing had happened. After your foot was finally taken care of and Carol had finished her rant, Tony cleared his throat.

,,Care to explain?" he threw a prompting glance in the direction of both of you.

"Um-" your girlfriend puts her arm around your waist. "This is my girlfriend. Y/N"

Then a long story began about your relationship, with much suspicion and many questions. But you didn't mind. Because you were young and in love.

Don't worry, baby

Don't worry, baby

Something that also strengthened your relationship were nightmares. Whether it was you or Carol, one of you would always wake up in the night with a bad dream. And the other one was there to calm the one down.

And it's enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy

It's enough just to make me go crazy, crazy, crazy

At first the Avengers didn't understand why you and Carol were together. But with time they began to understand. The many little moments between you, even if it was just a cooked meal, seemed to fit together perfectly. Also the care you both had for each other was fascinating. Who would have thought that one person was enough to turn Carol into a teddy bear?

I get ready, I get all dressed up

To go nowhere in particular

It doesn't matter if I'm not enough

For the future or the things to come

I'm young and in love

Cause I'm young and in love

"Shhhh" you lie trembling in Carol's arms. Today you had given notice to your boss and thus left the "dark business" for good. Your boss, however, quickly put one and one together and that ended very badly. In addition to that, you would be introduced to Shield later and all that together was a bit much. Hey," you flinch at the sound of Carol's voice. "Look at me"

Slowly you lift your head and look into Carol's soft eyes. "Whatever that asshole of a man said to you. Whatever those people out there are going to say. I don't care. You're enough for me and you always will be. No matter what happens, I'm here." And with that, the tears flowed.

Don't worry, baby

Don't worry, baby

Don't worry, baby

You had so much ahead of you. Children, work and endless beautiful moments together. But right now, all that mattered were Carol's arms around your waist and her tear-streaked face against the crook of your neck. Neither of you would have known what it would have been like if Thanos had flicked one of you. How you would have got along without each other. But that was not the case. You had lost many things, but not each other.

[junajackson]

Thomas: Bro-

Newt: I had your fucking tongue in my mouth two minutes ago. Don't you dare call me ,,bro"

[cloudy-minded-idiot-deactivated]

secrets

pairing: Shuri x reader

warnings: none that I could think of

word count: ~2,200 words

a/n: requested by @junajackson. sorry that it took me so long to write this! between uni and having to evacuate my appartment for a while, I really didn’t have a lot of freetime to write. I hope you like it :)

summary: shuri comes to visit the avengers compound, and your teammates dicover that you’ve been secretly dating the Wakandan princess for a while now. 

The sun was already starting to rise by the time you returned to the compound, bathing the sky in a light pink hue. It was a pretty sight for your sore eyes. You felt drained, the way you often did after a mission. You had been gone for almost a week without being able to contact anyone, getting very little sleep as you had to fight your way out of one mess after the other. Ultimately, the mission was a success but exhausted as you were, you didn’t have it in you to celebrate.  

Weiterlesen

[junajackson]

Your fault

request: noone

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

words: 725

warnings: guns

a/n: I'm sorry this is so short, but I'm currently working on two really long stories so stay tuned! As always, enjoy! :)

summary: you and nat end up getting captured

taglist: @ladyeliot @mycosmicparadise

Actually, everything was supposed to be quite simple. Actually, you only had to check something once. Actually.

But, as usual, things turned out completely differently.

Come on, you stupid thing," you mutter to yourself and pierce the USB stick with your eyes. Couldn't it load a little faster? You were on a mission in Siberia, aka the arse end of the world. Why did HYDRA have the bright idea to put one of their main bases there? All well and good, it's hard to get there, but the people here had to despair of boredom at some point, didn't they?

For the very reason that there was so little going on here. Many rooms were unoccupied and if so, only by individuals. Quite questionable, but since you didn't have much time, you couldn't investigate further. It would have to wait. A 'pling' snapped you out of your thoughts. Relieved, you pull the fully loaded flash drive away from the computer, put it in your pocket and turn towards the door. Now you just had to find Natasha. You immediately freeze as you feel a gun to your head. How do you know it is a gun? The room has become a lot colder, you feel the presence of two other people and besides, this has happened to you before. Some people really didn't have anything better to do then holding a gun to people's heads?

"Don't take another step," that snapped you out of your thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, I wasn't planning on it anyway," you murmur softly.

"You've got a pretty big mouth for being in a not very pleasant situation right now." now the second person intervenes.

"Better a big mouth than no brain," you throw back, but immediately regret it as the man behind you tenses up and presses the gun even harder against your head. He is about to say something else when the door opens and Natasha steps inside. "Y/N? Are you fin- oh" her eyes widen and you realise that you and the other three must make a pretty stupid picture. You were standing in front of a desk, one hand in your jacket pocket, the other clutching the USB stick, a gun to your head and two men behind you. Her hand darts to her gun, but stops immediately as the man behind you puts a knife to your neck. Wonderful? Isn't this what you wish for everyday? Having a gun AND a knife as new jewelry?

"I wouldn't do that if you want to see your friend here again".

You can see how much your girlfriend is struggling with herself. On the one hand, of course, she didn't want anything to happen to you, on the other hand, she has always found a way out of situations like this.

Put the gun down," the man behind you says and presses the knife a little harder against your neck. Not too hard, but just enough to make a small trickle of blood run down your neck. When you realised, you curse softly. A silent exchange of glances between you and Natasha follows, you on the opinion she shouldn't do it, she on the other opinion. After another minute she puts her gun away and raises her hands. "Satisfied?"

The rest was history. Someone injected you a substance, you blacked out and woke up in a cell, next to Natasha. Your head was hurting like hell and you needed a few seconds to see clear.

"Awake again?" you raised your head at Natasha's words. Mmm," you mumble tiredly and rub your eyes. "How are you?" you could feel her worried gaze on you.

"Well, according to circumstances. My head hurts, my neck too, but hey, what could I expect?"

"Nothing different"

"How are you?"

"Quite well, actually. Except the fact that I've wasted the last five hours thinking about how you managed to get us in here"

"sorry?"

"This whole situation is your fault," Natasha says with raised eyebrows.

"No it's not!" you desperately search for words. "It's the, uh, USB stick's fault!"

"The USB stick?"

"Mmmh." You nod your head vigorously. Natasha smirks. "Evil usb-stick."

"I'm serious!"

"Me too. Now come here. It's cold"

Chuckling you cuddle up to her. You two had a lot of things to worry about, but the one thing she complains about is beeing cold. Typical.

[dracogotgame]

So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

[veronicasummersfelton]

To put things in perspective,

1 USD = 75.22 Indian rupees

1 euro = 90.99 Indian rupees

1 pound = 104.40 Indian rupees

Even a small amount of 5 or 7 or 10 of foreign currency will help a lot. Our government has essentially abandoned us. People have turned to social media for help. WhatsApp groups and DMs on twitter/insta is where we find help. Our helpline is a Google doc. Situation is so dire that hospitals are discharging patients due to lack of oxygen. Every night the same story, oxygen running out in hospitals, citizens running around to somehow arrange for oxygen with minutes to spare. Last night, we had manged to get oxygen to a hospital with 14min to spare.

Please, PLEASE help. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

[groundzero-and-deku]

LINKS LINKS LINKS

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[dracogotgame]

Reblogging with more links. Listen to @groundzero-and-deku ☝️ they know what they're talking about.

Some of you in the US have asked what else you can do. I'm not the best person to answer this since I'm not from there, but I do know that Biden is being urged to ship supplies to India. Maybe a more informed person can chime in with how best you can help but calling your representative and registering your concern sounds like a good starting point.

From one democracy to another, thank you. Please keep this going, you're all amazing.

[dracogotgame]

Reblogging one more time

EDIT: Reblogging with some more donation links from @spacegirlstuff Here and Here

Y'all, this is a good time to mention that I am not affiliated with any charity or donation centre, and am not receiving donations on behalf of anyone. This is a list of resources compiled by me and more importantly, other people who have a better grasp on the situation than myself. They are to the best of our knowledge great resources but I still encourage you to do your research and put your money where you believe it will be used best. If you find more ways to help or donate, add them in a reblog - let's get as much information out there as possible. Much love and please stay safe

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[junajackson]

Peter Parker

Hoodie summary: You wear Peter's hoodie to school

Don't kill him summary: your dad finds out about your relationship with Peter

[junajackson]

Don't kill him

request: noone

Peter Parker x !fem!reader

words: 701

warnings: none

a/n: why do my peter parker oneshots always end up beeing really short? I really gotta try and make them longer lol. Anyway, Enjoy :)

summary: Your Dad finds out about your relationship with Peter

taglist: @ladyeliot @mycosmicparadise

You run through the corridors of Stark Tower in a hurry. Your dad had just found out about your relationship with Peter and was not too happy with him. The fact that your boyfriend is Spiderman, and therefore a member of the Avengers, doesn't make it any better.

"Shit Dad" you mutter and inwardly curse at both your carelessness. Hopefully Peter was smart enough not to act on the message Tony sent him from your phone. Arriving at the conference rooms, you don't even think of knocking, you just barge in. To notice, Tony didn't do that when Peter and you kissed either.

You yank the door open, just to stare at 7 surprised faces, which makes your anger fade and you look at your friends a little helplessly.

"What's wrong Y/N?" your best friend Wanda looks at you worriedly. Together with Pepper, she was one of the few who knew about your relationship with Peter and therefore probably also suspected what had happened. I'm looking for my dad," you answer and look around. "Do you know where he is?

,,Well, I saw him-" Steve is interrupted by a loud roar, probably coming from your dad. "Okay, I found him. Bye!", you shout hastily and run in the direction of the noise. Please don't kill Peter!" you shout to the two as you see them standing in front of a lift.

Your dad leans against the lift doors in frustration as Peter stands in front of him, a little scared. "I'm trying," Tony grumbles sullenly, looking at your boyfriend with narrowed eyes.

It's not that big a deal," you try to reassure your dad. "No big deal?! Spiderboy here kissed my daughter!" Tony yells and then immediately slaps his hand over his mouth again when he notices people working in the room next to him.

You are about to reply when someone cuts you off. ,,You two?" Turning around, you see the rest of the team watching the three of you with wide eyes.

You look a little helplessly at Peter, but he just shrugs his shoulders. Finally you decide to tell them and nod. "Yes? I'd say so".

Unlike your father, you don't notice the smile Pepper gives you, and when a loud "Sorry?" bursts out of him, you can only look at Tony in confusion.

You are spared your question, however, because your dad immediately continues. "Who the hell knew about this?"

After a short silence and a few guilty looks, Pepper, Wanda, Natasha, Bucky and Sam raise their hands.

Outraged, your dad now looks back and forth between them and you. "So pretty much everyone? We all live here under one roof, how come I'm always the only one who doesn't notice anything?!"

"Well, I didn't know either," Steve comes to his rescue. "Why didn't you tell me?" the latter was directed at Bucky, but you answer in his place. "I'd like to know that too. Officially I only told Mum and Wanda."

You look at the three of them questioningly. "You didn't seriously think that two trained assassins wouldn't notice that something was going on between you and the kid," Natasha replies with a small smile.

"Hey, I'm not a kid," Peter looks indignantly at the red-haired woman.

"You're sixteen."

"Seventeen."

"Makes no difference"

Silence fell.

"And you don't have to laugh like that. You're only seventeen yourself!"

You look at your dad, who interjected the last sentence, annoyed. Oh, come on. It's really not that bad." "That's right. Your daughter will be eighteen in five months, so she can take care of herself pretty well. Besides, Peter isn't that bad," Sam interjects now.

Your dad gives an exasperated grumble before finally replying. "Okay. Hurt her Parker and you're dead." "Dad!" "I'm just saying. You got that?" Your boyfriend only has time to nod, then he is pulled along by you.

"Sorry," you mumble softly and give Peter an apologetic smile.

"You'll still need to get the talk!" your dad calls after you, which earns him a collective groan from you, Peter and the rest.

Well that will be fun.

[junajackson]

I love you

request: noone

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

words: 1243

warnings: a bit angsty but ends up in fluff

a/n: I personally don't like it but enjoy :)

summary: Saying I love you has never been a big deal before, or was it?

taglist: @ladyeliot @mycosmicparadise

A laugh fills the room as Wanda and you stand in the kitchen making lunch.  Natasha, as well as the rest of you, are watching with smiles. "They're so cute together," the agent grins happily to herself, watching you fool around as you slowly chop the tomatoes for the sauce while Wanda keeps stealing the knife from you with her powers. "How long have Wanda and Y/N actually been together?" the redhead asks intently, getting strange looks from all around. 

Vision lifts his head. "A year. Four weeks. Two days. Three minutes and 47 seconds." he says and looks around once as everyone looks at him briefly and then shakes their heads once again. Vision takes everything pretty seriously when it comes to you and Wanda. He even plans the food for your anniversary, even though he's not good at cooking and Wanda then makes the food because she's better in the kitchen than you'll ever be.  "They're talking about us again?" you whisper to your girlfriend, who nods with a giggle and hugs you from behind as you put the now cut vegetables into the cooking pot. 

"Why don't you let them talk about us? As long as they don't say anything against you, I don't have a problem with that either" Wanda presses an affectionate kiss on your cheek while she shoves a piece of the strawberries for dessert into her mouth and chews on it with relish, which is why you can only shake your head in amusement. "Hey, I need those strawberries," you laugh in mock annoyance and look at Wanda with furrowed brows, but the look doesn't last long as she plants a quick kiss on your lips and then steals another piece of the sliced strawberries, so you put your hands on your hips in mock indignation and give her an admonishing look, which only makes Wanda laugh even harder. "The blueberries too?" asks Wanda as she levitates the blueberries out of the fridge and looks at you provocatively as she opens the box. "Those are my blueberries!" cries Tony indignantly and runs to Wanda, who almost dropped the packet of blue berries in fright.

However, Tony was able to catch them in time and now looks at you both angrily as he closes the package again and carefully puts it back in the fridge - as if the blueberries were the last on the planet.  With your hands up, you turn back to the worktop, giggling, and continue cutting the strawberries, but what you don't notice is the loving and dreamy look Wanda gives you from the side. Her eyes follow your every move, no matter how small. She smiles as strands of hair fall into your face and you quickly tuck them back behind your ears.  Once again Wanda hugs you from behind and rests her chin on your left shoulder as you continue to work on the dessert. "I love you, Y/N" she whispers so quickly that you can only understand your name and now stop what you are doing. She notices your confused look and sighs.

"Can you repeat that again, babe?" you ask, raising an eyebrow questioningly, causing Wanda to look down at her shoes as your gaze rests on her in confusion, causing her to slump her shoulders. "Babe? What's wrong?" you now ask worriedly as Wanda still doesn't answer but just looks at her shoes. "you know you can tell me anything, don't you, Wanda?" you then ask cautiously and grab your friend by the shoulders so that she looks up at you with an indefinable look.  The other people present watch what is happening more than just confused. Natasha sits down on one of her two and turns more towards you. "What's going on?" the agent asks a little worriedly as she sees Wanda looking at you, yet there is a small smile on Wanda's lips. 

"I said I love you, Y/N," Wanda whispers for the second time and this time you had heard her clearly. The others, as sat further back, however, did not and their looks became concerned as you abruptly let go of Wanda's shoulders and disappeared from the room with quick, yet shaky steps. They had all noticed the tension between you and now that you had disappeared just like that and Wanda was leaning dejectedly against the counter, they also knew what Wanda had said to you.  You hadn't said the three words to each other yet and maybe it was too soon for you, even though you'd been together for just over a year.  Then Wanda decided to run after you and yet she turned off the cooker so that none of the food burnt. "And who's going to cook now?" Tony called after Wanda and got uncomprehending looks from the team, who now also went to their rooms, leaving Tony alone in the main room. "Great," he grumbled, and settled down onto the couch behind him. 

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"Y/N?" it was Wanda standing in the doorway of the bedroom you shared, looking at you hesitantly as you stood in front of one of the glass doors with your arms folded in front of your chest, just looking out. "If...if it's too soon for you, then...then of course I understand, a-but I had to tell you how I feel about you" the dark haired one stammered, coming to stand beside you a little hesitantly.  You didn't even look at her. Wanda noticed tears silently running down your cheeks as you kept your gaze fixed on the city, not even thinking to dry your cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N....I-I-..." she didn't continue her sentence when she noticed you looking at her with a smile.  "I love you too, Wanda" you whisper as she had done a few minutes ago. Now Wanda stiffened in surprise as you put your arms around her neck and thus she put her hands on your hips. Your faces were only inches apart, but footsteps in the hallway sent you scattering.  "Oh I...didn't mean to interrupt, I just thought you might be arguing, but I guess I was wrong" Natasha said as she arrived at your bedroom door, now looking at you more than embarrassed. "Anyway, I'll be off then. You know, cooking dinner..." with that Natasha quickly turned back around, closed the door behind her and left you alone.  You couldn't hold yourselves any longer and burst out laughing. Something like this had never happened to you before.

Natasha had looked quite nervous when she had just burst in and now you were almost lying on the floor laughing. "Oh man. Did you see Nat's face?" laughed Wanda and yet you automatically fell silent as your eyes crossed.  A welcoming silence fell as your lips touched lovingly.

[junajackson]

Hoodie

request: noone

Peter Parker x Reader

words: 305

warnings: none

a/n: This is really short since I didn't know what to add. But it's pure fluff so enjoy :)

summary: You wear Peter's Hoodie to school

taglist: @ladyeliot @mycosmicparadise

Peter entered the school with a small smile. You had been with him yesterday to study for a test. That had worked well until you poured a glass of water over the table and he fell out of his chair laughing. He was all the more happy to see you again today.

,,Hey Man!" he heard someone call out. Turning around, he spotted his best friend Ned next to a big Starwars ship.

,,Hey, did you seriously bring that thing?" the brown-haired boy looked at the Lego piece with a grin.

,,Sure. Someone else is going to break it at home" ,,I see" Peter had now raised an eyebrow.

"But enough about that, how was it yesterday?"

A dreamy look crept over his face. "Great. Well, up to the point where I hit the floor."

"Wait, what?"

"Long story."

"I see. And now you're waiting for Y/N, right?"

"Yep."

5 seconds later you entered the hallway. Ned's eyes fell on you and a puzzled look spread across his face.

"Wait is that-?"

"My hoddie? I think so"

Peter was at least as surprised as his friend and continued to look at you as you walked towards them.

"Hi" you greeted them as you reached them. When you receive no reply you stare at your friends in confusion. "Is something wrong?" Then something clicks and you realise that you are wearing Peter's jumper.

,,Oh uhm-"

"No, no it's fine", Peter hurries to say and pulls you into a hug. "I just wasn't expecting it.''

Returning the hug you say: "I didn't have anything to wear at home and then I thought -".

"As I said, it's all right. It looks much better on you than on me anyway''

You blush slightly and he smirks. The two of you were really lucky to have each other.