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just a fan art and fiction page. I have a slight marvel ladies obsession

[thoughtkick]

“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”

— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

[talesofesther]

Memorable days

Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: On Yelena's first real Christmas, you decide to give her a very special —and fluffy— gift.

Requested by anons: Hey! I love Seaside! Can I request an Avengers au where Yelena is with the team and during Christmas, Reader is the last one to give a gift and she gives Yelena a puppy?

and

Hello, love! Can you do a Yelena x reader where Reader surprises Yelena with a puppy and that's how she gets Fanny?

A/N: I combined these two requests, and I hope you guys like it <3. I feel like maybe I could have written this better, I've been having a bit of trouble with creativity lately, but I hope it's still good.

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"No no, a little more to the left." You instructed Steve, tilting your head slightly to the side as you inspected the tree.

Steve moved the huge Christmas tree with ease, pushing it to the left, in the middle of the Compound's living room. It was December 1st, and you had made it your mission to give the Avengers base the Christmas spirit that it deserved.

Tony had happily lent you his credit card and you didn't spare expenses. Buying everything, from the tree that stood up taller than you, to the many blinking lights and decorations. Even if it was late at night already, you couldn't wait one more day to start decorating the place.

You only needed help in placing the tree. "I think now it's perfect." You exclaimed excitedly, smiling at the tree that for now stood bare in the living room.

Steve chuckled, with his hands on his waist as he looked through all the decorations you had sprawled out on top of the couch. "Are you sure you don't want to do this tomorrow?"

"No, I'm fine doing it on my own, the tree at least. You guys can help with the lights outside and the other decorations." You bit your lip to contain a huge smile, wanting to already wake up to the sight of the Christmas tree in all its glory.

"Okay, have fun kid." With a pat on your shoulder, Steve made his way to his room.

Looking through all the decorations, you picked up the lights first, deciding that it would be easier to put up the other ornaments on the tree once the lights were already placed. You carefully rounded them along the whole tree, being extra gentle when moving the branches. When you were done, you turned off the main light in the living room, only leaving the one in the kitchen for you to see your steps. Once you plugged the Christmas lights in, their colorful glow lit up the whole living room, painting it in all kinds of colors.

You smiled, already feeling engulfed by the warmth that came with this time of year. Walking back to the tree, you were too busy making final adjustments to the lights to notice a pair of eyes on you.

Yelena was on her way to the kitchen to grab a cup of water when she passed through the living room. Her steps came to a halt as soon as she saw the colorful lights, they stood out beautifully in the otherwise dark room. A sharp breath escaped her, the only Christmas tree that Yelena ever saw was a fake one.

This one, however, was real. And by the content smile on your face, it was being made with love.

Yelena brought her arms around herself, feeling the cold wind of the night hit her bare legs as her heart rate increased. In a way, she felt like she was intruding, being a part of something that wasn't meant to be hers, as much as she may want it to be.

You caught sight of her just as she was about to leave. "Yelena, hi. I'm sorry I didn't see you there." Your smile was bright, the sight of Yelena in a long sleeve pajama shirt and shorts made a faint blush come to your cheeks. Her skin and eyes were shining with the soft, colorful glow of the lights you were just messing with, she was beautiful.

Yelena gave you a tight smile. "I was just getting water."

"I'm setting up the tree, I know it's late but I wanted to have it ready by morning." You smiled sheepishly, fidgeting with the small Santa ornament in your hands. "You are welcome to join me if you want."

Yelena tugged gently at the fabric of her shirt, unsure if she should accept your offer or not. She could remember the fake Christmas scenario of her childhood, the empty gifts, the memory hurt more than she would care to admit.

She took slow steps towards you, watching carefully as the lights danced on top of her skin. She avoided your eyes as she walked. Stopping right beside you, she reached out a hand to touch a small snowman ornament that was already on the tree.

You watched her every move, simultaneously feeling your heart swell with affection. Yelena would never know how loving and gentle she was in your eyes.

Yelena was so focused on the tree and the lights, that she felt instant goosebumps on her skin when you touched her other hand, tenderly running your fingers along her palm and bringing her hand up. Her eyes moved to yours slowly, she gulped the lump in her throat when she saw your adoring smile.

She could see the reflection of the Christmas lights in your eyes, shining brighter than ever. You placed the small Santa on her hand and closed her fingers around it. Sometimes, Yelena wondered if you could read her mind, feel her emotions.

Pulling her hand away, Yelena neatly placed the Santa on the tree. Her lips tilted up in a bright, genuine smile, you had just given her a first real Christmas.

That night, Yelena realized she had fallen in love with you.

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The 25th came faster than ever, and the Avengers Compound was more colorful than ever before. Christmas lights, Santas, and little snowmen were everywhere. There was a Christmas wreath on everyone's door, and an extra big one at the main entrance door. The Christmas tree stood out, glowing and filled with decorations and presents beneath it.

Tony had made sure everyone on the team wore a Christmas sweater, at least for the day. Some of them complained, but in the end, even Natasha put a sweater on.

And, everyone was happy. You could feel your chest filling up with warmth and love for your found family. The whole team took the day off to enjoy Christmas together, you had made hot chocolate for everyone to drink while the presents were exchanged.

The Compound was filled with laughter and lighthearted banter for the whole evening, as you were all gathered in the living room.

You made sure to buy a gift for everyone on the team, and when all the other presents were given you got up to grab your last one. Arguably, the most important. However, everyone was loudly talking amongst themselves, as a random Christmas movie played in the background. Tony stood in the middle of the living room, telling a story about his Christmas from two years ago that had your teammates breaking down in laughter. It was chaotic. You loved it, but for your gift to a certain blonde, it was too chaotic.

Your eyes moved to Yelena, who was sitting on the couch with her knees up to her chest and a small smile on her lips. The snow that could be seen falling behind her on the window and the soft glow of the fireplace on her skin gave her an ethereal look. She was enchanting to you. Her red and green sweater fitted her perfectly, her long hair was down and looked incredibly soft. Her eyes were gentle, and even though she still sometimes isolated herself from the others, you were happy to see her slowly opening up.

Biting your lip, you sat back down. Deciding it was best to give Yelena's gift in private. You knew this was her first Christmas so you wanted it to be special. Besides, your choice of gift required a calmer environment.

Yelena glanced at you when you made yourself comfortable beside her, it didn't go unnoticed to her that she was the only one who didn't receive a gift from you. It stung her heart, but she chatted with you like she hadn't even noticed you forgot her.

____

The sun had already set when Yelena heard a quiet knock on her door. She had been sulking in her bed since the festivities ended.

She sat up, running a hand through her hair before saying. "It's open."

You opened the door and peered in, a shy smile forming on your lips at the sight of a rather disheveled Yelena sitting cross-legged on her bed. "Hi Lena, can I come in?"

Yelena nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion when you entered her room with a big box in your hands. You struggled to close her door as said box seemed to move, almost falling from your grasp, only furthering the blonde's confusion. Eventually, you managed, and came to sit beside her on the bed.

You looked up at her, your features still timid. It was endearing, the expectant look she was giving you, the way her hair fell just slightly over her eyes and onto her shoulders. You had to stop your hands from reaching out to her.

"What you got in there?" Yelena raised an eyebrow at you.

You chuckled, fidgeting with your hands. "So um- I wasn't able to give you your gift earlier, because it was a bit too chaotic, and I wanted it to be perfect." Your last words came out quieter, your eyes avoiding hers and glancing down at the bedsheets.

Yelena felt her mouth go dry in anticipation. She looked at the box now laid on her bed and back at you, opening her mouth yet being unable to form words. A distant, bruised part of her soul was half expecting the box to be empty.

You gently pushed said box towards Yelena, stifling a laugh when you felt the little surprise moving inside it.

With shaky hands Yelena reached out for the box, shooting a last glance at you for confirmation that this was really for her. She unwrapped the red ribbon with ease, opening the box slowly, feeling her body tense.

Before Yelena could fully open the box, she heard a quiet whine, and then a small white and caramel dog stuck her head out of the box. The cute animal looked around curiously, her little nose smelling Yelena's hand.

All the while your eyes didn't leave her, you didn't even blink. Holding your breath as you waited for her reaction to the gift you had been planning for weeks now.

And Yelena didn't have a reaction at first, she only stared at the dog that was now gently licking the tip of her fingers. Her soft fur and pointy, darker ears resembled a wolf in some ways.

Only after a moment of quietness that you noticed Yelena's lower lip trembling, and the way that her bottom eyelids slowly filled with water. You reached out a comforting hand, touching her shoulder and trailing your hand up to the side of her head to put stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Merry Christmas Yelena." You kept your tone gentle so as to not disrupt the moment.

The first tear escaped Yelena's eye when your words snapped her out of her trance, and you fought the urge to pull her into an embrace. "You got me a dog?" Her words were barely above a whisper.

You smiled and glanced down at the puppy. "I happened to overhear you talking to Natasha one day, about how much you wanted a dog. So I talked to her, and Tony, and we decided it was okay to have a mascot." You chuckled, gently running your fingers through Yelena's hair when you noticed her trembled breaths.

Yelena quickly wiped her eyes, feeling a distant shiver run up her spine at your touch, now with a huge smile coming to her face. She picked up the small dog and brought it to her lap, her eyes were filled with wonder as she scratched behind the puppy's ear.

"I don't even know what to say." Yelena had never sounded so happy to you.

Moving to sit closer to her, you started petting to dog as well, laughing lowly when she nibbled at your fingers. "You don't have to say anything, it's enough to me to see you this happy." The words came out of your mouth before you could fully think them through.

You glanced up when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You felt your body freeze momentarily with the intensity of Yelena's gaze, you could lose yourself in her eyes any day.

None of you noticed the way you were moving closer to each other until your noses were almost touching. Yelena closed her eyes for a brief second, when she opened them again, one of her hands came up to cup your cheek. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Her words were a breath against your lips. You couldn't hold yourself back from closing the gap between you, pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft, moving with yours in tandem until you pulled back.

You breathed out heavily, only half aware of the puppy making her way to your lap and chewing on your sweater. Your nose bumped into Yelena's, she didn't move away and neither did you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

Yelena cut you off by kissing you again, more eagerly this time. Bringing both her hands to your cheeks and holding you against her almost desperately.

She only pulled away when a tiny bark sounded from your lap. You felt her smile against your lips, and the little peck she gave to the side of your mouth just about made your heart melt with love.

Looking at Yelena right now, her lips redder and cheeks flushed, messy hair with a small smirk on her lips; you knew this would be one of your favorite memories.

"So, what should we name her?"

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[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The Right Time

Summary: Taking place after Tony's funeral, your sister Natasha's recovered belongings need to be placed somewhere. You will take them home to Ohio, and a certain little witch will keep you company on the trip there.

Warnings: (+16), angst with happy ending, many mentions of trauma and death, domesticity and road trips, mutual pinning and buried feelings, friends to lovers, kissing, make out without smut, brief talking about self value, a closure to Yelena (also, she's Kate's age in this, 'cause I make the rules). || Words: 12.527

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--//--

There was an insistent hissing in your ear.

You knew it was anxiety - all the others sounds muffled as your hands moved - but that didn't stop it from happening. Two boxes later, you realized you were shaking.

Control your emotions. They make you weak and vulnerable.

Breathe in and out.

The trembling didn't stop, but the boxes did. A gentle tap on your shoulder almost made you jump with fright, your heart racing in your rib cage. But when you looked to the side, green orbs came into focus, and all the sounds came back.

"Everything all right? I've called you a few times." Wanda's tone was gentle, she was always gentle. Well, not really, you remember her being snarky and moody, but that doesn't make the fact that she was always kind any less true. She offers you a small smile, looking tired. She probably is, it's all so recent. The battle, the funeral. You swallow dryly and force a smile too.

"Sorry." You say wiping the little bit of dust from the boxes on your own clothes. "I was spacing out. Do you need anything?"

Wanda twiddled her fingers, shaking her head. "Just checking. Are you going already?"

Your instinct is to glance at your wristwatch, and you frown slightly as you do so. "Not really." You reply. " Wanna grab a drink?"

Wanda's smile returns, and she nods in the affirmative, making you smile as well. You close the trunk, the boxes are all inside now. The folks are leaving the ceremony, and you have agreed to say a decent goodbye to everyone before you travel. Natasha would be happy with the cordiality.

Clint wanted to join you, but you insisted that after everything that had happened, he needed to be with his family. There was much to be done, and he understood that it was your time to be with yours too. Saying goodbye to little Morgan was honestly heartbreaking. She grabbed your neck, and you carried her across the yard, humming a song until she decided she was going to join Happy for hamburgers.

Wanda wanted an iced drink. It was surprising because it is autumn, but she never had trouble really surprise you, even in the little things. You finished saying your goodbyes and got the car.

"Have you talked to him yet?" is your third question since you sat side by side, she with her legs bent on the seat and you with one of your arms resting on the window. The first question was about the weather, the other more of a confirmation of how things were going. Wanda took her eyes off the highway - Of course, Tony had to live so isolatedly, and to get a simple drink you had to make a trip to the nearest town - and looked at you.

"Who?" you gave her a look, and she knew, sighing slightly. You looked away again. "I did."

"And how was it?"

"Weird." She answered lightly enough to make you chuckle. She smiled. "But it was good, it was... important to put a close to it."

You hum, looking down the road. Wanda realizes there is more to your silence, and insists, "What is it?"

This time you let a larger chuckle escape. Five years and she still reads you like a book.

"Nothing, it's just..." You begin, trying to find the right words. You sigh softly before speaking again. "I guess it was weird before."

Wanda lets a sound escape - something like a grunt of false offense - and gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder, which only widens your smile. She is smiling, too.

"Don't be mean!" She says good-naturedly. 

"What? I'm not lying." You insist in the same tone, and she giggles, settling herself against the window.

There is a pause, she lets her fingers tug at some loose threads from the seat, and you run through a green light.

"We weren't together anymore, you know that?" She declares to the surroundings after that moment - the bass music from the rock radio suddenly departs from your ears like the air from your lungs, but you only exhale, once and twice. - You make a gentle turn with the steering wheel to enter the city and just mumble in signaling that you are still listening. Wanda looks out over the landscape. "I don't think we'd work out anyway. With or without the stone."

You swallow dryly, nodding and meeting her gaze through the rearview mirror before swerving. The drive is close by warns the GPS.

"But how was it?" you repeat the question then, and Wanda smiles at her reflection in the corner mirror. She looks at you, but you are looking at the small line of cars ahead. 

"It was good, I promise." She says. "He explained to me all the technical part of the thing, how he was turned back on and so forth. And he held my hand and said he was sorry he could no longer match my biological needs."

You let a chuckle escape, naturally. Wanda laughed too, watching you with intensity. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, wondering if you had offended her. Tact was never a very strong quality.

"Sorry, it's just..." You started with another short laugh, "He's just the worse. But if you say it's okay, I believe you. If it's not, I can take you to break some things too." 

Your suggestion makes her smile fondly, but you don't see it because you're being served at the drive-through, and you're ordering her favorite drink without asking, and Wanda is swallowing dryly and looking at the scenery again because she thinks she'll end up confessing something if she doesn't look away the same second your fingers rub together as you hand over the glass of iced coffee.

The music comes back on, a soft melody that fills the car parked on the street, heading toward Tony's house - because you were going to drive her back, and then you were going to travel and be away for who knows how long - and Wanda was trying not to think about that as you two drank in silence.

"You guys aren't going to try again, then?" You ask and she wants to laugh at how insistent on this you are being. It's almost comical, but it must make sense because you are respecting the fact that for her, five years have not passed. Just a few weeks. Wanda wonders if it hurts to pretend that nothing has changed.

She chuckles nonetheless, straightening in her seat to look at you without having to keep turning her face away. 

"No, Y/N!" She says with more certainty although the amused tone does not leave her speech. "Vision and I aren't going to happen anymore, like, ever. It wasn't working out well before, with him signing those agreements and I didn't. We tried, and it didn't work. And then, you know." 

You nodded, taking a big sip of your coffee. Your chest filled with warm, liquid hope in contrast to the cold drink, and you almost coughed. Wanda didn't notice.

"Sorry for being pushy." You mumble clumsily. "I just figured it would be strange for you to see him like that again."

"It was." She says with another laugh. "But White Vision is better than a dead vision." She jokes, and it's so slightly macabre that she grimaces, but you share guilty giggles, drinking in silence for a while.

"And how has it been for you?" Wanda asks, her fingers circling the top of the cup. 

You swallow dryly, frowning slightly.

"I'm fine." You answer almost immediately as if the question were silly. As if you don't have a hole in your chest right now. And Wanda can see right through you. "Really, I... I just need to finish this, and I can get back to work."

Wanda doesn't smile now. You don't hold her gaze because you feel like you might start to cry. She twists her straw with some hesitation.

"You don't have to do this alone, you know." She starts then, looking down at her own drink. You raise your gaze from your lap to her. "I could...if you want, of course, be by your side."

You are sure your cheeks are reddening, but you offer her a small smile. "Wanda, are you inviting yourself to go with me?" You joke, of course, you joke. Wanda has missed it, all your little antics. She bites back a laugh, rolling her eyes and pinching you between the hips like she's done a million times between training sessions and you almost break the distance between your faces, but you just laugh with her as she pulls away to lean her back against the door again.

"I'm just being a nice friend, asshole!" she retorts in the same tone so rudely and you think she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Her red hair fell to the side of her face, and her chipped fingernails fiddled with her coffee straw. 

The word friend, however, puts tension on your shoulders. You exhale and force a smile.

"I'd love for you to go with me, witchy." You finally invite, and Wanda grimaces.

"Don't bring back that nickname!" She complains pushing you again, and you laugh, trying to keep you two from spilling coffee.

"What? You prefer Magic Fingers?" It's your response back that makes her laugh with red cheeks.

"God, I changed my mind, you can go alone!" She retorts between giggles and pinches. Eventually, the laughter ceases, and the drinks run out. 

You go out and throw the empty cups away, and Wanda counts your steps until you are back while playing with the door latch.

When you sit down, you buckle your seat belt before speaking. "Do you have anything you need to pick up?" Is your question.

Wanda swallows dryly, and looks at you, nodding in the negative. There is nothing left. 

You don't say a word, and start driving.

–//–

It shouldn't be so surprising how good it is to be in your company.

Wanda remembers this. Hours and hours in the tower, in the compound, on missions.

She wonders if she missed it more before the Accords or now. 

When everything happened, the Avengers collapsing and the world turning upside down, she had Vision, but suddenly she didn't have you. How you two got so far apart might have had more to do with you leaving earth than anything else, it still hurt just the same. You needed to go, and you wanted to go. That was a painful truth. You wanted to leave, you wanted to help Thor, not stay with her.

Wanda knew that was selfish. To think like that. But she couldn't help it.

But still, at times like now, sitting in the passenger seat while you drive beside her, occasionally stealing glances through the rearview mirror, makes her think she wants to be very selfish about keeping you.

"How far is Ohio?" Wanda asks a few minutes down the road. She is flipping through one of the magazines you left stored in the glove box, and you run a hand over your face before answering.

"Not that far really."  You reply. "We could do it in a day, but I don't like driving at night. We'll stop for a rest and should get there early tomorrow morning."

"Can we have dinner in a dinner?" She asks and you chuckle, taking your gaze off the road for a moment.

"What? Why?"

Wanda sighs. "Because it's like in the movies!" She says as if it's obvious. "We'll have a decent road trip."

You laugh affectionately, shaking your head. "Of course, Miss Maximoff."

"Don't call me that, it makes me feel old."

You laugh again. "Please, you haven't aged in five years. I almost catch up with you." 

You tease making her laugh. It's probably wrong in some sense to joke about such things, but you've always been like that. And so has she. Honestly, it makes sense how quickly you connected.

"I can't believe I missed so many of your birthdays." Wanda complains then, and you smile shyly.

"Don't worry, it's not like they have many parties in space." You say, causing her to frown.

She settles back into her seat, leaving the magazines on the floor and hugging one of her legs.

"Speaking of which, we still haven't caught up on your whole space era, Miss Romanoff." She starts with a tone of fake seriousness that makes you laugh. "How was all that time out there?"

You shrug, sighing a little, "It was good, I guess. Really different from here, but the places Thor took me looked a lot like the black markets I had to work in back in the Red Room days, only with bizarre creatures around." You recount not being able to keep your gaze on Wanda because you were driving, "We split up after Asgard, he wanted to rebuild his community, and I guess I wanted to find out more about myself. I joined a group of space pirates, and that must have been the coolest phase."

Wanda laughed affectionately, resting her chin on her knee as she looked at you. "I bet you must have had so much fun, dorogoya."

"I wish you had gone with me." The confession escapes before you can contain it. Wanda's gaze wavers, and you swallow dryly. Before you can apologize, she nods softly.

"I wish I had said yes." She returns half hoarsely. "The day you invited me. I... I don't know why I hesitated actually. I should have said yes."

You give her a sad smile, shaking your head. "Don't worry, Wands. You had Vision, you two were going to try, weren't you? I'm the one always running away, I guess. That's what space was for me back then. An escape."

"What were you running away from?" She questions with a frown. You grip the steering wheel hard before letting go and force a smile.

Of you, Vision, and your perfect relationship should be the honest answer.

"The end of the Avengers, I guess." You say with little certainty. "Or maybe finding out about that whole Red Room thing that was still going on. Nat and Yelena were safe, finally. I just needed to get out of this place, find a purpose again."

Wanda nodded in understanding. You waited for two red lights in silence before she commented:

"When did you get back?"

"When you were gone." You tell her without looking at her, and Wanda wants to hug you, but it wouldn't be a good time to crash the car. You force a smile, however, turning a corner as you continue to tell, "Carol and I found Tony in space, brought him back. That's when I..." You interrupted yourself, your chest filled with emotion, and cleared your throat. Wanda was right beside you, and the memory of the day you found out she was gone still hurt like it was happening. "Anyway, after that, I couldn't leave Natasha again. Not after I knew we had lost Yelena too. I stayed around, helped with what I could, and now we're here."

"Have you called your sister yet?" Wanda asked.

A sigh and a nod. "As soon as the battle was over." You spoke up. "It was hard, probably the hardest thing I've ever done. We were on the phone for a couple of hours, the whole memorial thing had to be done but the Stark Industries and SWORD people were taking care of everything. Yelena asked me to get everything done in Ohio, so that is why I haven't been around as much these last few days."

"I figured, especially when I saw you and Clint getting the car." Wanda comments as she remembers the last few days since Thanos. She twists her fingers together, looking at the back seat for a moment before glancing back at you. "The boxes are Nat's stuff, aren't they?"

"Yeah." You confirm with a sad sigh. "Everything they were able to recover from the wreckage. I don't think you heard about it but I bought a house."

"What?" Wanda asked in surprise, and you giggled.

"Yes, shortly after the blip." You count. "The same one where me, Nat and Yelena grew up. I didn't use it much because of the chaos at work, but it's mine. It's where Yelena is waiting for us, where I'll put Nat's things, decide what we can donate and what Yelena will keep for herself. I haven't had the courage to look yet, I wanted to do that with her."

Wanda nods in understanding, one hand moving to your shoulder. You smile, at the same time wishing she would stop touching you before you melt, and also wish she would never stop.

"I can't wait to meet Yelena." Wanda comments making you smile affectionately.

"You'll like her, she kinds of reminds me of Pietro." You retort and Wanda feels her heart skip a beat. Anyone else saying that would have hurt her deeply. But you, she thinks, is sweet. You are the only person she could casually talk to about him anyway. "Wow, and she likes old rock music, so you guys must enjoy the same bad bands."

Wanda lets out an exclamation of false offense. "Excuse me, but my musical taste is flawless!" She defends herself theatrically, getting a laugh from you. "And to prove how right I am, I choose the music from now on."

"Whatever you say, Miss Maximoff." You scoff at the nickname just to annoy her, and you don't mind the gentle pinch in the ribs because you're laughing.

–//–

You don't want to think about buried feelings when Wanda falls asleep in the passenger seat. 

You don't, and yet, it's all your brain can produce. Dozens and dozens of thoughts rush through your head at high speed.

Wanda shifts in her sleep as you are setting the GPS to the nearest motel, and lazily opens her eyes to look at you.

"You're being loud." She whispers, still sounding very much asleep. You let out a short giggle, imagining that she is complaining about the little struggle with the electronic device.

"Sorry, honey, I was trying to set up..."

"Not with that." She interrupts her tone suddenly much more awake. "In your head."

You swallow dryly, and suddenly all thoughts are gone. A little trick you learned in the Red Room, and have perfected with the telepath at your side. You are smiling, and going to tell her it's settled when Wanda sighs and puts a hand on your thigh.

"I didn't mean for you to stop." She whispers, looking at your face, but you are tense in your seat, trying to continue driving normally with the warm touch. "You don't have to block them out for me, I won't look without your permission. I just want you to know that you can tell me what's bothering you."

You swallow dryly, once twice, until your heart stops beating wrong. But it only gets better when Wanda removes her hand from your thigh and settles better on the seat to look at you with a frown of concern at your silence.

"I'm just a little tired." You say. "Don't worry, Wands. My head gets noisy when I'm tired, you know that. Let's just eat something and go to sleep and I'll feel better."

Wanda doesn't believe you one hundred percent. You can tell by the way she sighs almost in defeat, deciding not to push you. But she says no more than "All right." and looks back at the road.

A short while later, you park the car at a Dinner so typically American that it makes the face of the girl in front of you light up with excitement. She is getting out of the car first, and when you delay, there is red magic gently nudging you to encourage you to move, and you laugh, mumbling that you are coming as you finish stretching.

You and Wanda sit in opposite seats, but you find yourself wishing you had sat next to her.

"Would it be bad if I ordered ice cream?" Wanda asks softly making you laugh as you both look at the menu.

"I think you deserve to eat whatever you want, darling." You comment and she smiles, turning her attention back to the list of dishes.

Then you are served by a grumpy waitress, but the food - a real dinner for you, and waffles with ice cream for Wanda - is really quite good. The redhead steals your fries at least four times before you give her one last warning look.

There is a report about the battle of Thanos, and consequently the fallen Avengers, playing on the Dinner TV that takes your hunger away. As soon as she notices you pinching the meat with your fork, Wanda uses her magic to change the channel, and you want to laugh at the way the diner's staff can't understand why the remote simply doesn't work, but you're more busy thanking the girl in front of you with a look and a whisper.

When you finally left the restaurant, you walked, playfully nudging your hips together as you did so, to the roadside motel a few yards ahead.

It was simple and cheap but looked clean enough.

"I'll take the couch." You say as soon as you two are inside to the single green duvet double bed, a backpack with the personal items you needed that you took from the back seat in your hands. Wanda laughs in front of you, taking off her shoes.

"Please, we've shared a bed before." 

Yes, when I was too young for you to notice me and didn't have a trillion gay feelings buried in my chest, you think, but all it does is give her a nervous chuckle. If Wanda can be calm and mature about it, so can you. It doesn't have to be awkward. 

"Here, soap and toothbrush." You handed the items to her. "They were the best in the machine, unfortunately, they didn't have a red brush but you'll have to live with that pain."

Wanda laughed, rolling her eyes and giving you a nudge on the shoulder before thanking you and turning toward the bathroom. She commented something about the towels being in the bottom drawer before closing the door.

You decided to check your phone while she was in the shower. 

"I'm already here. Your place is nice." Yelena texted.

"Please tell me you remembered where I said the key was."

"Why? Wasn't I allowed to break the window?" 

You groan softly, but your sister texts afterward:

"I'm just messing with you. I could hear you whining from here, grumpy. Under the plant, yes?" And she sends a picture of the golden key to confirm, making you sigh with relief.

"I'm taking a friend with me. Wanda. We stopped for the night, and should be back tomorrow before lunch."

Yelena didn't send anything for about five minutes. And then:

"I can't wait to meet your girlfriend."

You blush too hard at the text, and to make matters worse, Wanda opens the bathroom door, and you shove your cell phone so quickly into your pocket that you almost knock it to the floor. 

"I saved you some hot water, but I recommend you wear slippers." Wanda says as she leaves, and you laugh awkwardly because she is simply wearing a towel and you think she is staring. "Y/N?"

Yep, definitely staring. Clearing your throat, and rising in a jump from the couch, you stumble your way to grab a clean change of clothes from your backpack and head to the bathroom.

"You can take any of the items from the backpack, there's a t-shirt, pants, underwear..." Suddenly your suggestion list is too intimate, and you are shutting up, your face warmer than before. Wanda watches you with curiosity. "I'm going to take a shower." You declare and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door.

You could do that. Not awkward at all.

Wanda bit back a small smile as soon as the door closed. She missed that, your clumsiness. Or just your anxious manner anyway. She went to the backpack you had brought and picked up a set of clothes of some sort. It smelled like you and didn't calm the way her heart was beating.

She decided to distract herself with the television while she waited for you to return, but the mentions of the blip and the Avengers didn't make her feel very good.

When you came out of the bathroom, you smelled like lavender. And your hair was wet, and Wanda had to squeeze the pillow she was holding against herself to keep from getting up and walking over to you, her every desire being to be the one to towel-dry your hair as you were doing.

"We should get some sleep, we're getting up early tomorrow." You mutter as you go to put the towel out to dry. 

"Let's share the steering wheel tomorrow." She declares, and it's not even a request, and you smile, nodding as you move to pull out the sofa bed. Wanda frowns. "What are you doing?"

"My bed?"

"I thought you were going to sleep with me." She almost pouts. You laugh sheepishly.

"Wanda, you're a flirt." You joke, of course, humor is easier than dealing with the way your stomach flips at the image of the intense gaze and flushed cheeks of the girl in front of you. Wanda bites back a smile.

"God, you're the worst." She complains in an affected whisper while you are laughing and setting up the bed.

But in the next few minutes, when you two are lying in opposite corners, and Wanda has used her powers to turn off the light, neither of you is smiling anymore.

"Y/N?" 

You move at her whisper, turning your face toward the bed. "Yes?"

"Did you miss me when I was away?"

You frown immediately and almost sit up in indignation. "What kind of question is that, Wands? Of course, I did!"

She sighs. "I'm sorry." Wanda says almost so small that you want to get up and hug her. "I just...I really missed you when you were in space."

"Oh." You murmur in surprise, staring at the ceiling. Wanda twists her fingers in her lap, and you bite the inside of your cheek. "I missed you too. When I was in space."

Wanda gives a sigh that sounds more like a short laugh. "Even though you were with your super-cool space pirate friends?"

You laugh, running a hand through your hair. "Especially then." You confess softly. "All I could think was I wish Wanda was here to meet these guys. She would love the music, and hate the weird food. But hey, I sent you postcards! You make it sound like I forgot about you."

Wanda props herself up on her elbows to look at you. "No, I didn't mean it like that!" She defends herself even though you're not really angry. "Honestly, I don't know what I meant. I just... it's weird. I saw you last on a ship, and then the blip happened and we were fighting and you were here again. Like no time had passed, and now we're driving to a house you bought in the time I was gone and-"

You pushed the thin blanket off your body and climbed into bed, reaching for Wanda in the middle of your anxious mumbling. "Come here." You ordered as you wrapped her shoulders in a tight embrace, and she fell silent, matching the squeeze. You let your weight fall on her, aligning yourself as you kissed her forehead.

"I missed you every second you were away from me." You confess. "And I wish I had come back sooner to tell you that."

Wanda lets a shallow breath escape, and her hands close around your waist as she buries her face in your neck. This is too much. Too intimate, too good. And you still don't have the heart to pull away.

"Sleep here with me." She asks against your skin, her fingers tightening before she purrs, "I want to feel you again."

It is your turn to let out a sharp breath. Your brain is screaming at you to remember the platonic meanings. To feel a friend who stayed away for a long time, someone who used to fall asleep in her bed on movie nights. There was nothing more than that.

But when she settled to cuddle up with you, it was hard to think of it as completely platonic.

–//–

You sleep heavier than Wanda, it's always been that way.

She likes it because it gives her time to admire your features while you are asleep. She can barely contain her smile or the way her heart races as she watches your sleeping figure, the soft breaths, and the slightly open mouth.

It's not the ideal position for her poor heart though. Your face is on the pillow beside her, your legs entwined under the mattress, and the hand around her waist has a few fingers in contact with the skin under her blouse, probably having found space there during the night. She feels her face heat up at the thought that she wishes your hand would go just a little higher, or worse, lower...

With a not-so-great movement, she is suddenly pulling away, and you are waking up confused by the sudden movement, but Wanda does her best to disguise it by saying that you two shouldn't be late. Lucky for her, you believe anything when you are sleepy enough.

Many minutes later - just after a decent cup of coffee at Dinner - you are back on the road. Wanda is feeling particularly anxious this morning, maybe it's the possibility of meeting Yelena, or maybe it's the way you wiped her face with the napkin that kept going through her head in a loop, but she was tapping her foot on the car floor a few insistent minutes ago and you were chuckling.

Before she could ask, your hand found her thigh, a simple request for her to stop that caused her to choke on her own breath.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?" You asked, and Wanda gave a short giggle. She needed a quick answer.

"I thought we were going to switch directions." She says then, and you are taken aback, but you smile, your hand gives her skin a light squeeze that almost manages a sound that Wanda knows would make things awkward.

"Do you want to drive now?" You ask half confused, and Wanda is nodding because honestly, she thinks she will agree to anything you ask while you are touching her thigh. You give a surprised giggle. "Okay, let's switch." And with that, your hand moves out for you to park the car, and everything runs on automatic in Wanda's head for the next few minutes.

She is just grateful to be able to breathe properly again now that the touch is gone.

"You can follow the GPS, and I'll let you know if I have to change routes on the way." You comment as you buckle up and Wanda starts the car again. All you get in return is a hum of knowledge, and it makes you frown in concern. Wanda is acting strange. She is a quiet person, it is true, but she seems nervous. You don't want to pressure her, though, and decide to let the trip happen until she relaxes better.

She definitely gets more excited as Ohio approaches. You smile from the passenger seat, watching her let out short exclamations about the scenery or at how beautiful she looks listening to the short stories you have about this place.

You arrive at your old house before half-past eleven. Yelena is on the porch, mowing the lawn and wearing a pair of overalls. She wipes her hands in her pockets and looks a little hesitant as you get out of the car, but as soon as you get close enough, she smiles and runs to hug you.

"Я так скучал по тебе, сестричка. (I missed you so much, little sister)." You say as you hold her and Lena lets out a tearful laugh, tightening her arms around your neck.

"Я тоже почувствовал твое. (I missed you too.)" She retorts. You only let go a long moment later, and you exchange a knowing glance at the person missing from that embrace before you force a smile and turn to introduce the person getting off the car.

"Yelena, this is Wanda Maximoff, a friend from the Avengers." You say, and ignore the look the blonde throws you as she approaches to shake the redhead's hand. "Wands, this is Yelena Belova, my younger sister."

"It's nice to finally meet the famous Wanda Maximoff." Yelena declares and you already want to dig a hole in the ground. Wanda raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Famous?"

"Nat and Y/N talked about you all the time." She counters. "Nat sounded like a mentor, but Y/N....

"Like a friend!" You cut off almost in despair, laughing nervously. "Because we were-are friends.  And I talk about my friends."

Wanda watched the scene with a confused frown, but Yelena laughed at her reaction. "Of course, Y/N. You talked about all your friends equally, in the same amount and frequency." Yelena says in a teasing tone that makes her cheeks blush.

"You two go inside I'll get the stuff from the car." You decide to call it off, ignoring the giggles of the other two.

You hear Wanda start to pull a conversation with your sister, but lose focus on that when you open the trunk and find Natasha's boxes inside.

The hissing comes again. 

Taking a deep breath, you place one box on top of the other and ignore your trembling hands to take them inside.

You find Wanda and Yelena in the living room, the blonde presenting the place as if it were her home and not yours.

"[...] And here you can see that she chooses the worst decor in all of America, and clearly doesn't know how to clean the carpet properly." Yelena said making Wanda laugh and you roll your eyes with amusement.

As you placed the boxes on the kitchen countertop, you commented, "I'm sorry I'm not an expert in interior design, Belova."

"I think the place is lovely." Wanda says to you, making you smile in appreciation, but suddenly Yelena is sighing as she sees the boxes.

"Are these...?" She asks, and you swallow dryly before nodding. Yelena hesitates, moving a little closer, "Can we do this later? I have a thing, I was just waiting for you guys to arrive."

"Oh, sure." You say half surprised. "Will you join us for lunch?"

"Yeah." She says forcing a smile that doesn't last as she faces the boxes again. Clearing her throat, she moves toward the door, where she begins to exchange her work boots for regular sneakers. "I'll be going now, but I'll be back in a couple of hours. Continue the tour of the house, Y/N, don't be a bad host." She mocks softly getting a roll of your eyes.

Soon, she is gone as quickly as you arrived, and you turn your face to Wanda.

"That was weird, wasn't it?" you ask, and she laughs softly, reaching over to take your hand.

"Totally, but come on, show me around."

The house is simple and was restored just before the blip, so despite Yelena's comments, you particularly think it's very nice. You show Wanda everything, even your makeshift, little-used office - of which you're sure Yelena has messed all over - and the abandoned attic. 

"It has empty rooms." Wanda comments and you nod in agreement.

"Yes, we were in three after all." You say. "It's a big house, I did the office just to use space really, but there ended up being another empty room left. Maybe I'll make a playroom." You joke, but Wanda doesn't smile, because the possibility of you staying here and not in New York with her isn't exactly funny.

"Are you thinking of moving here?" She asks before she can stop herself, and you are surprised by the seriousness in her voice.

Your hesitation only makes Wanda feel worse, but you force a laugh. "I don't know, I guess I haven't really thought about it yet." You say. "It's not like the job is going to go away."

"I guess so." Wanda murmurs thoughtfully, and makes her way back to the kitchen, while you follow her half-heartedly. 

"Do you think Yelena will be long?" You ask as soon as you enter the commode, and Wanda mutters distractedly that you are the one who should know because she is your sister, and the passive aggressiveness surprises you quite a bit. Mentally going over what you might have said wrong in the conversation to upset her, you remain silent as the two of you stand on opposite sides of the kitchen.

"Can I make your lunch?" Wanda suddenly declares, and you blink away from the bubble of confusion in your head to look at her. 

"Lunch?"

"Yeah, lunch." Wanda confirms with a smile. "It's getting late, and you look hungry. You can help me prepare if you promise to behave."

You let out a huff. "I always behave." You say, but you both know that's not true. Wanda has cooked enough times in your presence or rather tried to cook while you were doing everything you could to torment her, to know that it wasn't true. She laughs, shaking her head to check the cupboards.

Yelena has bought enough to use for meals, and you are happy to sit at the countertop while Wanda cooks - she says you can help, but she really doesn't need to when she has magic to move things around for her - and you are more than happy to watch her while pretending to be on your cell phone.

Yelena doesn't take two hours. She arrives almost 40 minutes after she left, just as Wanda is finishing the food.

You listen to the truck and smile, but when you hear a bark, you frown. In a moment the door opens, a smiling Yelena enters, and along with her, a furry, fluffy creature barks and jumps with enthusiasm. You widen your eyes in surprise, but Wanda lets out an equally excited laugh, dropping the spoon to approach the dog.

"Who's that?" Greets the redhead as she bends down, smiling and petting the animal. Yelena closes the door with her foot.

"Say hello to Fanny!" Your sister announces, and you let out a confused giggle.

"You bought a dog." You say the obvious, your gaze split between your sister, Wanda, and the animal rolling around on the floor on its belly as the redhead strokes it. "Why?"

Yelena laughs, shrugging. "I always wanted a dog." She says simply, letting go of the collar and leaving the car key on the kitchen counter. "I saw a donation ad at the market and decided that was a sign."

"But..."

"Stop thinking so hard." Yelena cuts in with a laugh. "It's just a dog."

"You don't even live here." You reason ignoring her request. "How are you going to get the puppy back to Russia? How are you going to take care of a dog while you work? Are you sure that..."

Yelena laughs again, letting Wanda play with the dog as she moves closer to put her hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, relax. I really wanted a dog, okay? Don't you remember, we had that conversation before you left."

You swallow dryly, nodding. It's true. Just before you meet her again and take down the Red Room.

"Have you ever thought about having children?" Yelena asked, as you opened the beers and Nat changed her bandage. The redhead laughed softly.

"Have you?" She returned with a question.

"I want a dog." Yelena replied making you smile. "Why do I feel like Y/N wants both?"

Nat laughs, nodding. "She definitely does." She commented almost in mockery, making you blush. "A bunch of kids and puppies with Wanda Maximoff."

"Shut up, you two." You cut off embarrassed, handing the beers to them, and receiving giggles in return.

You pushed the memory away, clearing your throat and moving away from Yelena's touch.

"I'm going to finish lunch." You declare, and take a quick glance at the animal. "He's cute."

You return to the kitchen, and shortly after, the food is ready. Little Fanny is really adorable, and while you and Wanda prepare the table, Yelena shows him around so he can get comfortable. 

The little creature is very happy in your armchair, and you cast a half-hearted glance at him, but you don't insist as you take one of the seats at the table.

"Are you going to stick around, Y/N?" Yelena asks as soon as she joins you again, washing her hands so she can eat. You exchange a look with Wanda before putting your food back down.

"I haven't decided yet." You mutter. "I still have work from the Avengers."

"I thought you were going to sell the house." Yelena says as she walks over to the table with a clean plate. You grimace.

"Why?"

She shrugs. "If you're going to stay with your fancy friends in New York, you don't really need Ohio."

You chuckle sheepishly, shaking your head and looking at Wanda to clarify, "Lena is super jealous of the Avengers, she thinks I find you guys cooler."

Wanda laughs, but Yelena rolls her eyes in stubbornness, "Please, I know I'm way cooler than them. No offense, Wanda."

The redhead laughs softly. "No taken." She murmurs watching the interaction intently as she pours herself some food.

You eat in silence for a while, occasionally exchanging comments about the trip or the television, but you can feel the tension growing over the untouched boxes in the corner of the room.

It is only in the afternoon, when Fanny has fallen asleep in Wanda's lap in your chair that and you and Yelena have no more excuses to put it off that you take a deep breath and finish washing the dishes, turning to find your sister already standing, twiddling her fingers as she stares at the closed boxes.

You offer her a small smile, but she does not reciprocate. "Come on, Lena, we can do this."

Yelena takes a deep breath, and you round the kitchen counter - exchanging a quick look of reassurance with Wanda in the room - before moving to pick up the boxes and carry them to the empty table.

"Okay, this one first..." You say as you open the first. Yelena stands beside you half hesitantly, but you smile as soon as you see the first item. A small brooch from the Avengers. "So cheesy." You comment as you take it out, raising it in the air for the girls to see. Yelena smiles, and it suddenly everything feels lighter.

You see almost all the contents of the first box with several smiles and giggles. Wanda stands up at some point - just after you call her over to look at some lost photographs that had her - and stands beside you. 

But in the second box the hissing returns.

You choke softly as you pick up the cassette tape. Yelena is distracted by a little box of button sewing, and you for a moment wish you hadn't opened any box at all. But then she looks at the item in your hands - her own name in handwriting - and is taking it from you.

"Lena, wait...." You try but she is already moving away with the tape in hand, running out to her own truck. Wanda looks at you in confusion, but you are following your sister out.

Yelena is sitting in the car with the door closed, leaning over to put the tape on the car. You stop beside the window, resting your hands on the open gap, but she doesn't look at you, static as she waits for the sound to start. You hear Wanda's footsteps behind you, but she stands some distance away.

At the first notes of American Pie, Yelena sobs. You swallow dryly and make mention of saying something, but she gives the radio a hard squeeze, changing the track. It only gets worse when the soft sound of Natasha's laughter comes on.

"Hey, dekta." The message begins. "I really hope you didn't take your birthday present without asking, it took me a while to make this one. I put in all the bad tracks you like, especially your favorite, this old song. You're going to be 23, and it's your first birthday with us since, you know... and also the last one before Y/N travel for a while, so I wanted you to have something to keep us close while you study in Russia with mom and dad. 

Yelena hugs one knee, hiding her face from you. She is crying.

"I didn't mean to make it so emotional, but I think I'm doing the right thing now, Yelena." Nat continues in a voice half-husky with emotion. "You and Y/N are my family, and now you are safe. And the Avengers are like family to me too, and being with them, making sure you have a future that I couldn't, makes sense to me. Keeping you safe for dozens more birthdays and getting more bad gifts. I can't wait to see you in college, Y/N promised she would come back to this planet just to see you graduate."

Yelena turned off the radio, and opened the door hard, almost hitting you. You took a step back, but she pushed you anyway.

"Tell me what happened!" She demands in a mixture of anger and emotion, and you sniffle softly.

"I already told you." You say, but she shakes her head.

"It doesn't make sense!" Yelena retorts in excitement, gesturing to the air. "She wanted to be here! Then how come she's not?"

"Yelena..."

"No!" she interrupted pushing you again, and you let the tears flow. "How come Barton is alive and she's not? What's happened? How come you're here and she's not?"

You sigh sadly, running a hand over your face. "I told you what happened." You insist more calmly. "Natasha made a choice."

"I don't believe you." Yelena retorts bitterly, and you laugh tearfully.

"What, Lena?" You let your emotions overwhelm you. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? I tried to stop it! Clint tried too."

"You should have tried harder." Yelena says, and you know she's just hurt, and she's trying to hurt you too, and she succeeds. You look down at the floor, letting the tears fall.

"It was a soul for a soul." You repeat what you said on the phone, so many days before, and it breaks you the same way. "There was no other way, Yelena. I wanted to jump, but Natasha trapped my suit. Clint fought her, but she was always a better fighter than all of us put together." You recount with a tearful laugh, remembering everything clearly. "I let go at the last moment, I...I held her. She insisted it was the right thing to do. She said it was okay."

"Were you going to jump?" Yelena asked hesitantly, and you let out another humorless laugh, running your hand through your hair.

"Of course, I was going to." You say. "I don't have anything, Lena. Natasha is made for this, to take care of you. She could pretend she didn't, but she was also the leader of that team. And Barton had his family. I was more than willing to give myself over for the stone, but as I said, Nat made her decision. She cut the rope, and I watched her fall."

You sob at the last sentence, shaking your head as you walk away. "So, I'm sorry if I'm not the sister you wanted here today, Lena, but I assure you that I fought for Natasha to be here." You declare and Yelena shakes her head, her eyes full of tears. She makes mention of coming after you, but you slip inside before she has a chance to do so.

–//–

Wanda packs up the boxes and feeds Fanny while Yelena goes upstairs to the second floor. You are in the empty room, sitting on the floor, and she knocks on the door before you say she can come in.

"I have to apologize to you." Says the blonde as she closes the door, and leans on the wood. You laugh short, hugging your knees.

"Do you want to?"

She nods, and you swallow dryly, hitting the empty space beside you. Yelena approaches unhurriedly and mimics your position.

"I'm sorry." She says after a moment, and you sigh, nodding.

"I'm sorry, too." You say. "For yelling, and for, dropping all that on you." You continue sincerely. "This is hard, and we're both hurting."

"Yeah, but, you don't have to apologize for that." Yelena retorts, resting her chin on her knee and looking at you. "You can scream, and cry, Y/N. You never do that, and you don't have to apologize for having emotions, you know? I'm the one who has to apologize for treating you that way." She explains, and you frown slightly, pulling at loose strands of your shirt as your sister looks away again. "I shouldn't have made it seem like I wanted you not to be here. It's not true, you know. I'm really glad you are."

You swallow dryly, shaking your head. But Yelena moves one of her hands to yours on top of your knee.

"Natasha was my favorite person, but so are you." She says. "I'm sorry if I ever made it seem like I liked her more than I like you."

You laugh softly, shaking your head and interlacing your hands together. "It's okay, Lena. Natasha was my favorite person too, and so are you."

Yelena smiles, moving to rest her head on your shoulder. 

"Are we going to be okay without her, YN?" She asks softly, and you swallow dryly.

"I don't know." You answer truthfully. "But I will try to take care of you like she did."

Yelena smiles, nodding. You stand in silence, just enjoying each other's company for long minutes until you hear Wanda and Fanny playing in the backyard from downstairs. Yelena stands up to look out the window, and laughs at the scene, beckoning you to join her.

Your chest heats up at the scene, and you smile sweetly, a look that your sister notices.

"You were wrong before, Y/N." Yelena says suddenly, and you look at her with confusion. She gives you a sad smile. "Natasha could see that you had something. Something worth living on for."

You swallow dryly, looking away from the window to your sister, "I didn't want her to have made that choice for me."

"It wasn't fair what happened, but I'm glad at least one of you is here." Yelena says passing an arm around your waist to hug you. "Just make her sacrifice worth it, Y/N. Stop being a chicken and tell that girl how you feel."

You laugh sheepishly, hugging Yelena back. She squeezes before letting go and pats you on the cheek. "Let's finish with the boxes. Enough of the sad talk."

"Yes, ma'am." You agree with amusement, escorting her out of the room.

As soon as you were downstairs, Yelena commented that you should go to the market, giving you a gentle nudge with her hips.

"Are you hungry already?" You scoff making her laugh, but when you understand the look on her face, you nod. "Okay, okay, I'll get the things for dinner. You two behave yourselves."

Wanda smiles half lost in the interjection, but as soon as you give her a wink and turn away to head toward the car, and she meets Yelena's mischievous gaze, she knows she has fallen into a trap.

"You and I have a lot to talk about, Maximoff." Yelena declared as soon as you started the car. She watched you drive away and Wanda caress Fanny before she decided to join in the playtime, and her phrase got a nervous chuckle from the redhead.

"Okay." She mumbled clumsily, and handed the little ball she was tossing to Fanny to Yelena - the animal bouncing excitedly between them in search of the object - who thanked her with a nod, and tossed the object further across the yard to the dog before commenting:

"You care about my sister."

Wanda smiled. "Of course I do." She said. "She's my best friend."

Yelena hums half-suspiciously, and Wanda doesn't think that's the right answer, but doesn't understand why. She decides to just go with the flow of the conversation though.

"Sorry for earlier, I think we needed to get some things off our chests." Yelena then says, and Fanny returns with the ball. Wanda nods in understanding, and it is her turn to throw the object away.

"It's all right, Yelena." The redhead assures. "I mean, it's not really, because all that talk about Y/N jumping scared the hell out of me but I want to give her some space before we talk about it."

Yelena sighs, nodding. "Please do." Says the blonde. "I apologized, for the way I made it sound like I didn't want her here, but still, I don't think she believed me. Maybe she'll feel better if you tell her that."

Wanda gives a sad smile, and Fanny brings the ball up again. She reaches up to pet him, and Yelena smiles at the scene.

"Did she still do that thing with her thoughts, the empty head trick?" Yelena asks then, and Wanda lets out an almost frustrated exclamation.

"God, yes!" She grumbles, tossing the ball away and watching the dog run before focusing on the blonde next to her. "It's infuriating sometimes. She blocks everything out and even with my magic I can't tell what's wrong. But I feel bad about pushing."

Yelena nods in understanding. "You should push, I know that's strange to hear, but it's true." Says the blonde. "She learned that in the Red Room."

"How? if you don't mind telling me of course. Y/N doesn't like to talk about it." Wanda says quickly, and Yelena gives her a sad smile, deciding to sit on the grass and hug Fanny when he comes back with the ball.

"Well, we come from different generations of widows." The blonde begins. "Nat went through brainwashing, and I went through chemical subjugation. Y/N was in the middle of it all, I guess. They fragmented her mind into several pieces with the serum enhancement tests, and put what they wanted in place. That's why it took so long for her to find Natasha after she ran away, she couldn't even remember who she really was and what was put in there." 

Wanda frowns, feeling her stomach clench. She remembers you before, when you joined the Avengers, how distant you really were even though you were Wanda's favorite company, sometimes you didn't even seem to be there entirely.

"Anyway, she learned that thing better than anyone." Yelena continues. "It's a battle tactic, because emotions make you vulnerable, you know? Thoughts distract you. She breaks them, and they go away, and she becomes a perfect assassin."

"I've seen her use it in battle before." Wanda comments distractedly, a few flashbacks of missions with the Avengers running through her head. "She gets completely focused."

"Yep, it's scary." Yelena retorts with a sad little laugh, "But she's been getting better at not doing it I guess. I was snooping around her office and found her space travel journals. She wrote about the destinations, she's trying to remember things now. She has also made friends. A certain Captain Danvers seems to be important to her."

Wanda looks down at the floor, a bitter feeling suddenly fills her stomach. It's stupid to feel jealous of someone she barely knows, who was part of your life while she was away, and yet she feels it burn. 

"Do you think she will stay here?" Wanda asks deciding she didn't want to talk about your other friends anymore. Yelena shrugs her shoulders as her hands caress the animal that decided to lie on her lap and play with the little ball.

"She said she has the Avengers, right?"

"Yes, but, things are different." Wanda retorts. "I don't even know if they exist anymore. And honestly, Y/N could use a break. She should at least, take some time off to grieve."

Yelena sighs, nodding. "Yeah, I agree." Says the blonde. "I'm going  back to Russia, spend some time with our parents. Y/N doesn't have the same connection with them, especially with Alexei, she thinks he could have fought better to prevent our rupture, but that's past business. I would like her to rest."

Wanda nods. "I will suggest it." She says, making Yelena smile.

"Are you staying here?" The blonde asks surprising the other, who gives a nervous giggle.

"Me? With her?" She asks, and is blushing at the other's expression. "I don't know. Only if she wants me to."

"Oh, she definitely wants you here, Maximoff." Yelena assures only worsening the redness in Wanda's cheeks, who laughs and shakes her head.

"Then maybe I'll stay."

Yelena smiles. "Just please convince her to buy a rug that isn't so hideous." Jokes the blonde making Wanda laugh.

They fall into comfortable conversation after that. You return only half an hour later, with paper bags in your arms, commenting that some people at the market insisted on having their picture taken with you and it was a very strange thing to experience.

When you got back into the house, Yelena said she was going to call Melina to see how things were going, and gave you a look that meant 'talk to Wanda' but you decided to rearrange Natasha's boxes.

The items that Natasha left for Yelena were going back to Russia with her, and you got the other box that had some shirts, a collection of Nat's classic movies, and the Avengers brooch.

While Yelena was on a video call on the balcony with Fanny on her lap, Wanda leaned on the countertop, watching you finish tidying up.

"How are you doing, Y/N?" She asks once the last box is closed, and you raise your eyes to her.

"I'm fine." You answer immediately, with a small smile. Wanda crosses her arms gently.

"But how are you really?"

You let out a hesitant laugh, moving closer to stand beside the redheaded girl, figuring you couldn't lie by looking into her eyes. "I'm still trying to figure it out." You choose to say, it's vague, but true nonetheless. Wanda uncrosses her arms to slide one of her hands against yours, and you swallow dryly, turning your face to look at her. "You don't have to worry, Wands."

"But I do." She says in a whisper. "I care about you, Y/N. Very much."

"Well, that's what friends are for, right?" you joke, deflecting the intensity of the moment, and Wanda frowns, trying to chase your gaze but you turn your face away.

"Y/N..." She tries, but you are already releasing her hand and moving away.

"I'll check to see if Yelena wants us to prepare dinner already and-"

"Stop running away from me!" Wanda interrupts before you can leave the kitchen and you freeze in place, your back tense. Wanda lets out a raspy breath. "Talk to me. Please."

You sigh, turning your face toward her. "What do you want me to say, Wanda?"

"Anything." 

"No, you want me to say something specific." You retort impatiently. "But I'm not going to guess."

"Say you miss Natasha. Say you are angry at what she did." Wanda retorts with emotion. "Say you wish it had been you, or worse, Clint! Anything!"

You give a short laugh. "I don't need to say that, because you already know all these things, Wanda." You accuse taking a step toward her. "You know me by heart, and I don't need to say any of this for you to see. But there's something else you want me to say, isn't there?"

Wanda swallows dryly, her back slamming against the kitchen counter. "I don't..."

You cut her off with a short laugh "And I'm the one running away."

You comment with bitterness in your voice, and turn to leave the kitchen. Wanda can hear the heartbeats in her ears, but takes a sharp breath, and says:

"Tell me why you left."

You stop, and take a deep breath, looking back at her. "You know why."

"No, I don't."

"Wanda..."

"Please." She insists taking a step forward, suddenly even with the brave tone of voice, she feels very small. "I thought... I thought that for a second, you maybe, cared about me the way I..." But Wanda falls silent, she is babbling, and her face is burning hot. Her heart feels like it's going to jump out of her throat, and you're swallowing dry and being brave for her as you step closer and bring your hands to her cheek.

"What do you think happened that day?" You ask studying her face. Wanda closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.

"I just remember you leaving." She confesses. "But when I think about it, I think it was my fault."

You sigh, caressing her cheek. "I went to Norway to see you, we went out drinking, and I asked you to go into space with me after too many drinks. You said no, and I left. That's what happened, Wanda, it wasn't anyone's fault."

She denies it with her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I heard you." She confesses in a whisper that takes all the air out of her lungs. "Before, before the invitation, before the bar. Vision was there, we were saying goodbye but I guess it must have seemed like something else. Then you're there, and you invited me for a drink and I thought maybe it was the one you promised me."

You widen your eyes, steadying your hands on her face. "Wanda, do you still remember that?"

She nods letting the tears fall. "Y/N, you were only 17 when we met. I told you to buy me a drink when you were old enough, and I meant it. But you pushed me away, and I figured it was a stupid crush you grew out of, but you were there when you turned 21 and I thought you were going to tell me you loved me as much as I love you, but you didn't."

"I said I was leaving." You completed in an emotional whisper, and Wanda nodded with a weeping face. 

"I couldn't leave with you, because I didn't think I could handle being around you knowing that you got over me and I couldn't do the same." Wanda confesses raising her hands to your forearms. "But I should have been brave, and told you to stay. Because I really wanted you with me, by all means."

You gasp, pulling your hands away to hug Wanda tightly by the neck. She hugs you back around the waist, sinking her face into your skin, sighing heavily against you.

"I'm not going anywhere, Wanda." You assure her in a whisper. "I'll stay with you, I promise."

Wanda gave a tearful sigh, tightening her arms around you, but you broke the grip to return your hands to her cheeks. "And this talk of getting over you? That's nonsense. I've loved you, from the first moment I saw you. And I've waited for you, here and in space. And I'll wait longer if I need to."

Wanda lets out a tearful laugh, her chest filling with happiness all at once. "You don't have to wait anymore. Come here." She whispered, tugging at the collar of your shirt to bring your faces close together. The kiss was intense but sweet. You sighed into each other's mouths before breaking, your foreheads touching. "I've wanted to do that for so long, dekta."

"Me too." You confess in the same tone, moving your hands down to her waist, and Wanda lets hers run down your neck. "I can't believe we wasted so much time."

Wanda nods but is breaking the distance, kissing you more slowly now until every hair on your body stands on end, and your body heats up. It feels really good.

A noise outside - Fanny knocking on the door - and you break the kiss with a soft sigh, smiling into each other's mouths.

"Perfect timing." You murmur annoyed, making Wanda laugh. She looks up at you with passionate, narrowed eyes, one of her hands finding your cheek.

"I think so, actually." She retorts in the same tone. "We're finally at the right time."

You smile, your hands around her waist. "Maybe just a little late..." You tease depositing a kiss behind her ear, making her shudder softly. "But it's okay, we'll make up for lost time." You promise as you bite the lobe of her ear, and Wanda laughs softly, tightening her arms around you.

Yelena enters the room shortly after, with a raised eyebrow at the guilty expressions of the two of you.

"I thought there was somebody making out on in my kitchen, but it must have been an illusion because I wouldn't have come all the way from Russia for such free trauma." She declares causing Wanda to laugh, and you to mumble in embarrassment.

"First, this is my kitchen." You complain. "Second, stop snooping."

Yelena laughs, shrugging as she puts her cell phone away. "I'm glad you guys worked it out. Can we watch a movie?"

"Sure, Lena."

For the rest of the afternoon, you sit in the living room to watch Natasha's movie collection. It's quiet and peaceful. You wanted to say that you were surprised at the ease in which Wanda's hand finds yours under the covers, but you really weren't, it just felt even more right.

Yelena would be back in Russia the next day, and after dinner, while you were making the bed, you wanted to ask if Wanda would stay.

"It's not like I have anywhere to go." She answers your question before the question is out - she is wearing pajamas borrowed from you, and her hair is damp from her recent shower - when she appears at your bedroom door.

You inhale deeply at the image, and smile at the small intrusion. "Nosy." You sneer without really being angry, and she bites back a smile, crossing her arms as she stares at you in the doorway.

"You're not blocking them from me." She comments and you shrug, turning your attention back to the freshly folded blanket.

"I used to hide how I felt from you, now that you know, I don't have to anymore."

"I'm sorry." 

You turn your head to her again. "Don't worry." You say with a smile. "Come here." Wanda moves in the same second and uncrosses her arms when you touch her forearms. "I think you should go to the airport with Yelena tomorrow, and go back to New York."

Wanda blinks in confusion, frowning in concern; "What? Why?"

You smile, your fingers caressing her skin. "That doctor we met, Strange. He's magical like you. He could help you with your powers."

Wanda hesitates. "But I want to stay with you."

"And I want you here with me." You assure without stopping smiling. "But you're something else, Wanda. I've seen you fight, sweetheart. You're so much more powerful since the last time we saw each other, it was fascinating to watch, but I can hardly imagine how curious or confused you might be feeling about your powers. You should see him, ask him if there's anything he can teach you. I'm not going anywhere."

Wanda swallows dryly; she knows you are right. She nods, and breaks the distance between your faces, kissing you softly. You smile and break the kiss after a second.

"Please learn how to make those portals first. That way you get back to me as fast as you can." You joke with a certain seriousness, making her laugh with excitement. 

Wanda kisses you again, harder this time, and you sigh but she moves forward until your back hits the wall. She is kissing and kissing you again and again until all the air is out of your lungs, but when you want more, she breaks away. 

Her eyes are dark and her lips puffy, and she gives your bottom lip a gentle tug while one hand stays on your neck, keeping you from chasing her mouth when you want to. 

"Good night, baby." She teases against your lips, her accent thick and her voice husky, and gives you a quick kiss before pulling away completely, casting you a darkened glance before dashing out the door. You almost melt to the floor, feeling your body catch fire, but you just laugh breathlessly to yourself, running a hand over your face to calm your own heartbeat.

–//–

Yelena wanted to visit Natasha's grave before she left, so the next day the three of you got up early and drove after breakfast to the city cemetery.

It wasn't a pleasant trip, but you felt less worse having Wanda's hand in yours on the way.

Fanny ran around, and the redhead gave you a kiss on the cheek before going after the dog.

Yelena cleaned up some of the grave, pushing a few decorations away before kneeling down on the side. She whistled and you blinked in confusion.

"What's that?" You asked feeling your heart racing in your chest. Yelena raised her eyes to you, each hand on the side of the stone.

"What?"

"This noise you made."

She giggles. "It's our secret whistle, Y/N. A shame you don't remember it since you invented it."

You swallow dryly, blinking back a few tears. A memory formed in your head, three little girls running around in a backyard. The oldest one suggests they play hide and seek, but the smallest one is scared of getting lost.

"Don't worry, if you get scared, just whistle like this and we'll find you." You're the one who says it before you demonstrate. Yelena and Nat try a few times until they succeed. "See, it's easy. Now whenever we need, just make that noise and we'll find each other."

Yelena's touch on your shoulder made you blink out of the memory, startling yourself a little. She looked at you curiously.

"Is everything okay?" She asked. You sniffled softly, but forced a smile, moving your arm to hug her from the side.

"It will be." You say.

Yelena leaves before dinner. She hugs you tight and puts Fanny in the back seat. Wanda got the ticket too and goes in the passenger seat after kissing your face several times and then your mouth, intense and passionate until Yelena makes a disgusting noise from the steering wheel and you break down laughing.

She promises to call you every day.

She stays away until Christmas, which is when Yelena calls and says she is going to spend the holidays with Clint Barton and a girl she seems to like. You wish her happy holidays and call Bucky and Sam as well.

Wanda doesn't call you every day, but she texts you whenever possible. Some days she is busier than others, but you know that she is learning to be a much more powerful witch than before just by the little demonstrations she makes in video calls. Sometimes she falls asleep on the phone with you, and your heart races in your chest to hear her breathing.

You work on the house renovation. The empty room becomes a library, and many of the books in there are from the street fair, ranging from occultism to quantum physics - it is a gift to Wanda, and there are many empty shelves for her to put hers on. The third room is for guests, but you can't help thinking that maybe one day it will belong to someone else. You move your studies to the attic, it's better than leaving Natasha's things in boxes.

Christmas, you are thinking of going into town to see the lights, but just as you consider getting up from your armchair, another kind of bright light is opening in the middle of the room.

Wanda stumbles out of the magic portal with little class, muttering to herself as someone on the other side says she needs to improve her concentration, but the redhead just nods in thanks before the magic closes. You give her half a second before you are jumping on top of her, hugging her so tightly that you lift her in the air.

She laughs in your grip, dropping her bag as she hugs you back.

"Merry Christmas, darling!" She says contentedly. "I think you missed me."

You laugh too and break the embrace to kiss her. It was supposed to be sweet, but as soon as she kisses you back, you are melting against her.  

You stumble into an affected gasp, and Wanda shudders as she feels your tongue slide into hers. 

She wants to say that she missed you as much as you missed hers, and pour out all the news, but all she can think about is the feel of your hands on her hips, squeezing gently as your lips move together.

You sigh against her lips as you pause for breath, and she swallows dryly at the sight of your fully dilated pupils.

"Hi." You greet hoarsely, and she smiles.

" Hey." She says bringing her hands to your neck. "Take me upstairs." She asks brushing her lips against yours, and you gasp, squeezing her waist.

"We don't have to." You remind her in a gasping whisper, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. "W-we should talk, and catch up. And we don't have to..."

"We'll do all that." Wanda assures rubbing the back of your neck with one of her hands. "We can go see the Christmas lights and have hot drinks while you tell me how you've been and I'll tell you about magic. But right now baby, I want to kiss you and I don't want to stop."

You nod and break the distance between your mouths again. It's better than before because Wanda slides her tongue against yours with intent. She doesn't wait for the room, however, and you struggle between panting whispers and curious hands, and at some point, you trip over her purse and fall onto the couch. Despite the muffled giggles, she kisses you until it's too hot to wear clothes. You're not complaining.

--//--

A/N: A little idea that came to me coming from a series I never finished where Reader was the middle sister, and helping Natasha take down the Red Room after Civil War. In this one we have White Vision being reactivated during the Blip, because Reader took care of everything, I don't know if anyone will be interested in that little fact, but there it is. Let me know what you think, I think until the release of MOM, this will be my last fic here. After this movie I'll probably just write multiverse stuff and order magic because I have a soft spot for soulmates.

[lesbianmothership]

God I want to post a sneak peak of what I’m working on so bad because it is coming out better than I imagined but I also don’t want to lose any shock factors because damn it is looking cool as fuck.

[etherea1ity]

sometimes do you ever just want to

[harperspiller]

KILLING EVE 4.03, “A Rainbow in Beige Boots”

[unbotheredmuse]

[hazystars]

you forgot the best part tho

(via @butchmuppet)

[chilewithcarnage]

no lie, the second half of this post really helped me put a different perspective on my life and greatly the decreased the anxiety i have about my life to come

[chunkecheeks]

type “i am” in the tags and whatever comes up first is your new mandatory kin

[falcqns]

𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Florence Pugh x actress!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and Florence shoot a tough scene, and it leads to more.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of homophobia (readers characters parents are homophobic but its just mentions), angst, fluff.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: lyrics are from Dangerous Game and Square One by Florence ofc <3. also before yall ask yes i used the same text thread from an upcoming fanfic for the fake texts so thats why theres two other texts at the top leave me alone i was too lazy to amke a new one and i thought it would make it look more realistic if there were other messages im rambling so ill shut up now. tagging @natashasera obv. im also not fully back from my break but i have some writing to post so i'll be posting those!

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

you dropped your keys on the kitchen table, ripping open the package that you had just received. it was the final draft for this weeks scenes you were filming for your movie, End.

it was an LGBT romance, and the two characters, Cora and Nina, were two women, fresh out of college, navigating their way through their first serious relationship.

up until now, it had been nothing but happy scenes between Cora, your character, and Nina, Florences character. the director had warned you that there were going to be a few intense scenes, but she wasn't entirely sure when those were going to be filmed.

you sighed, seeing the first scene. apparently, this week was the week.

you skimmed over the dialogue and groaned, seeing how you and Florence were supposed to be screaming at each other and crying during a high intensity break up scene that brought up each characters insecurities. you looked over it once more, and saw at the top, there was a small sticky note that said 'set to Dangerous Game by Florence' from the director, and your brow furrowed, confused.

Florence was a singer? you thought to yourself, and pulled up youtube on your phone, typing in 'Dangerous Game Florence Pugh' and hitting the first video.

"What if we were meant to love, and you walked away from us..."

"my god." you said, exiting the app, and pulling up messages, texting Florence.

you giggled, biting your lip.

it wasn't a secret that you had feelings for Florence. in fact, you were sure that the only one who didn't know, was Florence herself. everytime your mom called, she would ask if you'd told Florence yet. whenever she posted on Instagram, your sister would send you the photo with a winky face encouraging you to tell her.

despite all of your families relentless encouragement, you hadn't confessed. as far as she knew, you were straight, and you wanted to keep it that way until the end of filming. you didn't want to confess your feelings and them not be reciprocated.

not only would that break your heart, it would cause unnecessary tension that would most likely show through while acting, and create an uncomfortable work environment. and what if she did reciprocate, and things ended badly before filming ended?

no, you could wait until filming finished. at least then, if she didn't feel the same, you'd never have to be in the same room again.

"i just don't understand why you're so upset?" Florence said, turning around to face you. "i thought we agreed to keep this a secret!"

you ran your hands through your hair. "yeah, from my homophobic parents, not from your friends, WHO YOU'VE ALREADY COME OUT TO!" you shouted, and Florence groaned.

"if we tell them, it will eventually make its way back to my parents, and from there its only a matter of time until your parents find out! i'm trying to protect you!" she shouted, and you laughed, turning around and walking to your next mark, before turning and looking at her again, feeling all the anger and sadness that your character should be feeling.

"you've got a funny way of showing it, Nina!" you said, and jumped slightly when Florence rebutted with her own line.

"says the one who hasn't come out to her parents yet!"

your nostrils flared, and the corners of your lips turned down, unable to fight the emotions take over you. you might have been out to your family since you were 13, but you can vividly remember feeling as if they wouldn't accept you.

"that's mean." you said, a tear rolling down your face.

"is it?" Florence said, walking closer to you. "i think it's mean that you can't even have a conversation about us and our future."

"i'm just not ready for marriage or kids ye-"

"i get it, Cora, okay?" she said. "i get that you're not ready, but that doesn't mean that we can't talk about it. that doesn't mean we can't imagine what our life is going to be like once we're married, and that we can't imagine what our dream wedding will look like."

"i get that, but i feel that it's too early."

Florence scoffed. "too early? TOO EARLY?" she shouted. "it's been a year and a half, Cora! a year and a half, and no one even knows we're together! we don't live together, and we have to keep pretending we're just best friends in public, and i'm supposed to be okay with it?"

you gulped. "maybe we're just at different life stages." you said, and Florence nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"fine." she said, sniffling and moving around you. she grabbed her characters purse off the table, and walked towards the door. "call me when you can talk like a grown up. until then, we're done."

"CUT!" the director called, and she began to praise you and Florence but all you could focus on was not breaking down in tears as Florence came back through the door. she dropped the purse back on the table, and ran up to you, wrapping her arms around you.

the two of you stood in front of the camera and director, hugging and crying. the director smiled, and patted your back.

"i'll give you two some time." she said, and called for a 20 minute break while she reviewed the footage.

Florence rubbed your back as you cried into her chest.

"that was fuckin' rough." you said, and the two of you shared a laugh.

"i almost broke when you started tearing up, you looked so sad." she whispered, and you giggled, missing the way Florence's cheeks were now blushing red.

"i was sad. i've never been so in character before, what the heck." you said, and the two of you continued to stand there and hug until the director came back in, and walked up to you two.

"great news, guys." she said. "we got the shot, and we're done for the day. go home and get some rest." she said, and the two of you thanked her, before heading off set.

Florences shoulder bumped into yours. "sleepover at my place since it's Friday and we're both off tomorrow?"

you grinned. "you bet."

you stretched out your limbs, rolling over in the bed to face Florence, who was still asleep. her short brown locks were messy, and a few strands had fallen across her face. you smiled, and tucked it behind her ear. you snuggled closer, and admired her.

you could get used to this. you could get used to waking up to Florence every morning. you could get used to living with her, cooking with her, starting a family with her.

as much as you could see that, and as much as you wanted it, you knew you'd never have it, so you settled with admiring her from a far.

the two of you were sitting in the theatre at the premiere, watching the dreaded scene unfold on the screen.

"What if we were meant to love And you walked away from us The city sleeps and life's too slow Now the truth begins to show..."

the music started and you and Florence shared a look, you both took a deep breath, and turned back to the screen.

the music faded out as the camera focused on the two of you arguing in your characters small New York apartment. Florences hand darted out for yours, and you gripped on to it, as Nina got in Cora's face and all but shamed her for not being ready for marriage or kids.

tears rolled down your cheeks silently as the scene continued, and you had to bite your lip to keep from sobbing as Nina said the last words in the scene.

"call me when you can talk like a grown up. until then, we're done."

after that moment, you weren't focused on the movie in the slightest. Florence noticed this, and gripped your hand tighter, whispering that it was okay.

you leaned closer to her, and she wrapped an arm around you. you cuddled closer as her other arm wrapped around you, and rubbed your upper arm to soothe you.

no words were said between the two of you. no words needed to be said, but both of you knew that neither of you were even remotely watching the movie anymore, but neither had the energy to care.

you two swallowed down another round of shots before the music changed, and Florence's voice floated out over the speakers.

"Hurts now, you said It'll hurt more than Playing repose and start again..."

"come on," Florence said, tugging your arm. "let's dance." you giggled, and followed her to the dance floor.

her arms wrapped around your waist, and pulled you close, while yours wrapped around her neck, your head finding its place on her chest, just above her heart.

she quietly sang her song into your ear, and the two of you held each other close, suspended in your own little bubble where the rest of the world didn't exist.

"Let’s fight, let’s try, let’s prove them wrong Do it all, try it all, if it makes us smile You said you can’t..."

she sang, and you lifted your head, looking up at her. her forehead fell to yours, and you inhaled, able to smell her strawberry chapstick.

"But I can’t say goodbye No, I can’t say goodbye..."

"i don't want to say goodbye." you whispered. "i've had too much fun."

Florence stopped singing, but the music continued in the back as she looked at you, a knowing look on your face.

"me either." she whispered.

"We had something Something small Now it’s nothing Not even our delicate quarters Doesn't your heart ache much more?"

"i want to stay in this bubble with you forever." she whispered, and you nodded. her eyes fell to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"Darling, I would walk to you I’d walk to you..."

"then don't walk away from us." you said, and Florence smiled.

"i won't," she whispered, before tilting her head and leaning in. "you're mine, until the end of time." she said, and connected your lips together in a love filled, passionate kiss that communicated everything the two of you had been too scared to verbalize.

The city sleeps and life's too slow Now the truth begins to show

[kassies-take]

AHHH! THIS IS ADORABLE!!

[yourtaletotell-deactivated20220]

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[oksana-moods]

Thank you for recommending my work, dear! You’re amazing and such a great friend ❤️

[lesbianmothership]

How can I retain the conversations my dentists had pulling my wisdom teeth while I was high as fuck on nitrous oxide but I can't retain an important 10 minute conversation I have with my professor about my stupid senior thesis paper 🤦🏼 I don't remember a single thing either of us said.

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

Code Blue (Kate Bishop/ Reader)

Summary: You were only supposed to be playing wingwoman for your best friend Peter. How did you end up in a code blue with a beautiful stranger named Kate?

Being at this party was the last thing you had wanted to do with your night, but Peter had dragged you out anyway claiming you owed him several favors for things you didn’t want to talk about. No matter how much you complained, Peter insisted you had to stay the whole night, something about being his wingwoman for MJ.

“Listen, Petey… Have you seen yourself talk around MJ? I don’t think even Wanda Maximoff would be able to create a reality where that would become salvageable.” You mumbled over the rim of your cup.

Peter’s cheeks turned bright red. “It’s not my fault I get nervous around her. She’s so cool and I get worried I’ll say something lame-”

“So don’t say anything lame.” You suggested flatly.

“That’s what you’re here for.” He shouted helplessly in response.

The way Peter looked at you hopefully made it almost impossible to make any sarcastic comment to him. Almost. “Fine. But I make no promises. Like I said, I’m not Wanda Maximoff or a miracle worker.”

“Of course you’re not, Wanda Maximoff is much hotter.” He quipped back easily.

You pointed a finger at him. “Watch it, Parker. That’s my future wife you’re talking about there.”

He chuckled. “The closest you’ll ever get to her is the poster you have in your room.”

“If only my best friend was an Avenger who could introduce me to her. Oh, wait…” You trailed off sarcastically and leveling Peter with a stare that you knew made him uncomfortable.

“She’s married!” He shouted defensively. “Anyway, back to MJ.”

As you were about to reply you both heard a familiar voice join you both. “What about MJ?”

Almost immediately Peter turned bright red, his eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. If it wasn’t so sad you would have laughed.

You made a mental note to tease him about it later as you stepped in to save him. “Peter here was just telling me that he thought you’d like the theory that Paris was secretly created as a mind control antenna to create an army of the insane.”

MJ eyed you both skeptically before turning to Peter. “Really?”

The boy tensed up. “Yeah, yup. I just, you know… Know that you like theories about that. And I just like talking to you about that. And everything.” He answered with a nervous chuckle.

From where you stood, you could see MJ blush slightly. “Yeah, I heard about that. It’s one of my favorite theories. I… like talking to you too.” She added shyly and you wanted to roll your eyes at how lovesick they both were. You coughed pointedly when they just began staring at one another. “Oh, Peter, this girl is looking for you.” MJ aimed her thumb back and you choked slightly at the sight.

Standing directly behind MJ was easily the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

Peter smiled and waved at the mystery woman. “Kate, hey! I didn’t think you would make it.” He greeted casually.

The woman, Kate, smiled back at him, bumping his fist with her own. “Clint said I needed to make more friends my own age, so here I am.”

“It’s great to have you. Kate, this is my- MJ. This is MJ. Just MJ.” Peter stuttered nervously as he gestured to MJ who was standing beside him and you just watched the trainwreck happen before your very eyes in amusement.

Even though you'd much rather watch the beautiful woman, you needed ammunition for future use.

Kate smiled and waved. “Hi, just MJ.” She greeted, teasing Peter and you suddenly liked her even more. Beauty and a need to mock your best friend? This was your dream woman.

Again, Peter turned bright red as he quickly changed the subject. “And this is my best friend, Y/n. MJ and Y/n, meet Kate.”

You nodded at the taller woman and did your best to look casual. “Nice to meet you.”

Her eyes lit up with recognition. “I’ve heard so much about you both.”

“And we’ve heard nothing about you. Why is that, Pete?” You questioned turning to face the boy, MJ going along with you and raising her eyebrow in question.

Peter squirmed uncomfortably. “I was getting around to it!”

All three of you laughed at how nervous the boy had gotten. “I think I’m going to like having friends my age.” Kate said with an amused smile.

“Oh, we’re the best. And by we, I mean MJ and I.” You playfully replied. Peter coughed. “And Peter’s okay too.” You added with a chuckle.

Peter was about to say something when his eyes saw something over your shoulder and he grimaced. “Y/n. Don’t look now, but we have a code blue incoming.” You immediately slapped a hand over your own face in annoyance.

“Code blue?” Kate questioned, her voice laced with confusion.

MJ groaned. “Code blue? I thought we got rid of her last time.”

“Apparently not.” You huffed, slouching down in hopes of blending into the background.

“Can someone tell me what a code blue is?” Kate repeated.

“You don’t want to know.” MJ answered flatly.

Kate’s eyebrows raised and you cut in before you could scare her away. “Code blue is my ex, Dana. She kind of doesn’t get the hint that we’re not together anymore.”

MJ snorted. “That’s an understatement.”

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “She’s obsessed with having Y/n.”

Before any of you could make another sound, the woman in question joined the group. “Parker, Watson.” You ex sneered at your friends before turning to face you. You bit back a laugh at the way Peter and MJ mocked her once she turned around. “Y/n, baby, it’s so good to see you.”

“Don’t call me baby.” You grumbled.

Her arms reached out to you, but you quickly took a step back. “Why not?” She questioned. “You are my baby.”

You looked around desperately before your eyes landed on a confused looking Kate. “Because!” You began stepping over to Kate and wrapped an arm around her waist. “Because it would be rude to my girlfriend, isn’t that right… Lovebug?” You trailed off awkwardly.

“Huh?” Kate began, looking at you with even more confusion. You looked at her pleadingly and hoped she’d understand. Her eyes widened in recognition as she stood up straighter and schooled her features. “Oh.. Oh! Right, I’m uh, I’m very possessive of my little sweetie pie.”

Over your ex’s shoulder you could see Peter and MJ holding onto one another in an attempt to not burst into laughter.

Dana crossed her arms. “I don’t believe you. She looks way too stuck-up to be with my baby.”

Kate seemed to take offense to her words and wrapped an arm over your shoulder. “Excuse you? I am not stuck-up.”

The offense didn’t seem to bother Dana in the slightest. “Yeah, this is definitely fake. Y/n, stop playing hard to get and come back to me. You know you want to.”

“It’s not fake.” You insisted, hoping your ex would get the hint and leave.

She laughed. “It obviously is. It’s not even believable.” You tensed up in annoyance. “At least pick someone better than me next time.”

Your hands clenched. “I did pick someone better than you. She’s infinitely better than you.”

Peter and MJ were watching the interaction with wide eyes, gripping each other’s hands without even realizing it. Your ex was unfazed. “Prove it.”

You became flustered, “I don’t ha-”

Before you could finish your sentence, you felt fingers on your chin, gently tilting your face upwards before lips connected firmly with your own. There were no thoughts in your mind as you melted readily into the kiss. Kate’s soft hands gripped your cheeks as your own wrapped tightly around your waist, and this might have all been for show but it was the best kiss of your life. A kiss you wanted to happen over and over again for as long as possible.

You weren’t sure how long you and Kate spent wrapped in one another but the sound of Peter and MJ cheering broke you both apart. Kate looked at you with a shy smile, her lips still faintly kiss swollen and you wanted to kiss her again right then and there.

Except Peter and MJ began skipping around you, chanting “The witch is gone.” And you could see the faintest sight of your ex storming angrily though the crowd.

Ignoring your friends antics completely you directed your attention back to Kate. “Do you maybe want to go on a double date? Get to know one another better?” The words double date froze your friends in place as they once again became shy around one another.

“I was beginning to think you’d never ask, sweetie pie.” Kate answered in a teasing tone.

Laughing, you offered her your hand. “I just needed a second, lovebug.” You answered in the same teasing tone. Kate took your hand and you both turned to look at your friends. “You two coming? It can’t be a double date with just us.”

Peter turned red as he looked at MJ. “I mean, I would like to, if you would-”

“Yes.” MJ interrupted with a smile and you were almost certain Peter was about to faint from excitement.

The smile that overcame Peter’s features was blinding and you were certain you had never seen him look happier than in this moment. “Um, it’s a date then. Allow me.” he said, offering her his hand which she shyly took and they both began walking ahead of you.

“Code blue averted?” Kate questioned, swinging your hands as you followed after the love stricken couple.

“Code blue destroyed.” You answered, squeezing her hand. You all left the party with matching smiles, knowing that this night would be one none of you would ever forget. A night that started something beautiful for you all. All thanks to code blue.

And with that we have 4/4! This is just a short little drabble for Kate that i wrote quickly since i couldn't leave her out. Thank you all so much for reading, it's been a fun year! Looking forward to writing more :) Comments always welcome :)

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Even Adobe has some free images

There are so many ways to make moodboards, bookcovers, and icons without infringing copyright! As artists, authors, and other creatives, we need to be especially careful not to use someone else’s work and pass it off as our own. 

Please add on if you know any more sites for free images <3

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Thanks for the information!!

[mayflowers07-deactivated2026071]

I will reblog this everytime i see it

[floraone]

Ok so while we’re at this, I just checked out Unsplash, and it’s an AMAZING site for free images?

[basic-banshee]

I keep using my girlfriend with unusual work hours to get out of coworker interactions and happy hours and hanging out.

But now the company holiday party is upon us.

And I’ve been lying about the girlfriend.

I suddenly really empathise with the characters in Hallmark Christmas movies.

[basic-banshee]

I like that people have two reactions to this post.

Reasonable: “just say she couldn’t make it!”

Chaotic: FAKE DATING AU

Well, which one is it going to be?

[basic-banshee]

And so it begins

having the DMV area Craigslist bookmarked has never come in handy before but now

[basic-banshee]

Update, Craigslist has flagged my post as inappropriate.

[basic-banshee]

Apparently you can’t solicit a date as a “gig”

I now see my mistake

[basic-banshee]

Update: a date has been acquired. This is true lesbian solidarity in action.

[justluckyiguess]

My wife has now read this and wonders how baby gays are even meeting and mating

[basic-banshee]

Can confirm I am meeting and mating just fine 😂

[basic-banshee]

By the way I’m in a relationship with this woman now

[cooliopumpkin]

[basic-banshee]

This is the feedback I’ve been looking for

[charlesoberonn]

[world-heritage-posts]

world heritage post

[rebeliz777-deactivated20221001]

Naive

Wanda Maximoff x Avenger Reader

Word Count: 3837

Warnings: Betrayal

Keep reading

[jjvonnegutt]

In Trouble

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x gn!Reader x Natasha Romanoff; brief appearance from Bucky Barnes

Genre/ Warnings: Hurt/Comfort w/ a bit of fluff mixed in (CW: mentions of past sexual abuse and harassment, mentions of sex, mentions of drinking, very mild violence, jail, creepy comments made by a man) 

Word Count: 3.5k

AN: Hello! This is my first fic I’m posting. I’ve been writing for a while, but always just for myself. I have decided to get out of my comfort zone and challenge myself by actually posting what I write. I wrote this with a male reader in mind, BUT there are no pronouns or specifics, so this is for anyone! Also, this was inspired by this post from @w-a-n-d-a-n-a-t​​

Hope you enjoy! 

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There’s a lot of places you couldn’t ever imagine yourself being. Outer space being one of them. The other, a submarine thousands of miles beneath the ocean. And of course most countries. (You’re too scared of heights to get on a plane). In fact, you can count on one hand how many states you’ve been to. 

And then, of course, there’s jail. You like to think of yourself as an outstanding citizen. You never j-walk or speed. You donate money to charity. You even volunteer on the weekends to pick up trash in Central Park. 

Well, you could cross that last one off your little list. The cell they’ve thrown you in is in bad shape. It reeks of vomit and stale urine. There are several dark markings on the wall. Squinting, you wonder if it’s blood or something else. 

Does the NYPD not pride itself on clean facilities? 

Keep reading

[peabrain112]

Just had a random imagine if moment:

—

Natasha: *Traumatized on the sofa*

Y/N: What’s up with Nat?

Wanda: She found some fanfiction of herself online.

Y/N: *Picks up Natasha’s phone to see what she was reading* Oh, I remember reading this one a while back, it’s actually pretty-

Wanda: …

Y/N: - I have never seen this before in my life.

—-

Random bonus:

Wanda: I’m scrolling through this app, Tumblr, and it’s so funny what people write about me.

Y/N: Oooh let me see… * Sees their tumblr blog on Wanda’s screen*

Y/N: *Grabs phone and throws it away* You know what, I think that’s enough of the internet for one day