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[musesinked]

Hey there! I’m Danielle, GMT time zone. 32 y/o, been RP’n for an embarrassingly long time! Feel free to add my discord musesinked

Multi muse & multi fandom RP blog! Activity levels vary.

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Marvel muses . Yelena Belova. Kate Bishop. Natasha Romanoff. Wanda Maximoff. Agatha Harkness. Rio Vidal. Peter Parker. Steve Rogers. Gwen Stacy.

Once upon a time muses . Emma Swan. Regina Mills. Charming/David Nolan.

Mixed fandom muses . Buffy Summers. Dean Winchester. Amelia Shepherd. Phoebe Halliwell. The Doctor (Thirteenth.)

All female muses are super gay.

Meme starters welcomed!

Guidelines.

Meme starters.

[musesinked]

whatever happens , don't let go of my hand . // @ yelena from kate ♡

“I don’t remember dying and making you boss, Kate Bishop. ” Yet still, she did exactly what the archer instructed. Thoughtlessly, Yelena’s fingers slid between Kate’s, connecting their hands as one.

They had been on a mission together, although Yelena would word together loosely—if even at all. Kate had a habit of inviting herself along on missions, although she’d never admit it aloud—Yelena liked it when she did, just a little bit—obviously. She’d never really given a thought about the other person she had been working with; believing they were big enough to look after themselves; but when it came to the brown-haired archer, Yelena spent the majority of the time ensuring the other was still safe.

Allowing Kate to take the lead as they ventured further, the almost silent sound of footsteps had Yelena pull them both back urgently. Her pull was hard enough that it caused their bodies to collide. She was quick to press her index finger against Kate’s lips to silence her until the danger had passed. Even though the threat was soon to be no longer, Yelena kept her strong hold around the archer’s waist. It had been the first time they had been this close, close enough that she could feel the others’ warm, hot breath against her own lips. All those passing glances, the maddening thoughts the widow had about her, had all led to this. For the first time in her entire life, Yelena Belova was like putty.

“I think they are gone.” Bringing herself back to the moment, Yelena freed herself from her hold—reluctantly at that. And just as quick, she was back to her nonchalant self. “We need to work on your listening skills, Katherine.”

@of-wine-and-blood

[thunderboltbelova]

This had to be because of her sister. Wanda worrying about her, Wanda fussing over her, Wanda caring about her. She knew a lot of people felt like they owed something to her sister for saving the world, for sacrificing her life for everyone else’s, and Wanda had been close to Natasha so looking after her little sister? It had to be because of that. But, as much as Yelena tried to convince herself of that fact, it was difficult to miss the way there was something else behind the other’s reassurance, behind the flitting touches against her bruises and scarred and wounded skin, something else in the way green hues met hers that said even more than her words had.

Yelena huffed softly and folded, giving in to the repairs that Wanda wanted to do before she took a shower. Silently allowing the redhead to grab the sewing kit and sew the gash on her abdomen back up with crooked stitches that she knew would scar across the already faint mark from the Red Room (and she was hoping for just that). Moments later she found herself standing in the bathroom, hot water pelting the shower floor as steam filled the tiled room, a particular ache in her chest at the notable absence of the other woman.

And even though she once felt like she could’ve spent all day standing under the hot water of the shower as she rinsed the blood and dirt from her skin and shook out the day from her hair, she only lingered for thirty minutes — just enough to shampoo and condition and scrub her body until it was nothing but pink and raw. The water chased the dirty and blood down the drain and when it ran clear, Yelena turned the shower off, dried, and slipped on the sweatpants and tee that had been left. She toweled off her hair, but allowed the damp strands to frame her face instead of messing with drying it. Her feet moved against cold tile, then slightly warmer hardwood, until she found Wanda in the kitchen.

There was something in her that hesitated, her steps slowly, every movement self-conscious as she eyed the other with a furrowed brow, wondering why her heartbeat picked up at the sight of her. “Still in one piece.” Yelena spoke up, warning the other of her presence, as she moved closer. “I will live thanks to you.” Lips curved into a smile, soft and teasing. The distance between them lessened as the blonde stepped past her, only pausing to settle her chin on Wanda’s shoulder and breathe a low ‘thank you’ before moving on to the kettle on the stove.

[musesinked]

Once Yelena had been patched up, or more so butchered by Wanda’s attempt at stitching, she had left her to get cleaned up. As reluctant as the witch had been to take her eyes off the blonde again for even a minute, she too had to scrub off the blood that was quick to dry on her hands.

Whilst Yelena cleaned up, she busied herself in finding something to cook for them both. The cupboards basically bare, she managed to find ingredients to make pancakes. Setting the kettle onto boil, Wanda took to the task of making the pancakes. Pouring the mixture into the frying pan, her attention was soon to be taken away by the familiar voice. Turning to face Yelena, a relief washed over her; she looked a lot better; less death like. “I don’t know how much thanks you’ll be giving me once that wound heals.” If anything was to be learnt from the ordeal, it was that Wanda Maximoff was not cut out to be a surgeon nor a seamstress at that.

She herself didn’t know how or why, but just as Yelena went to walk away, her hand reached out, pulling her right back to her. Suddenly, the redhead’s breathing was unsteady, her chest tight as she could do nothing but stare into those big, beautiful green eyes looking back at her. Brushing back a strand of wet, loose hair from Yelena’s face with her fingers, her voice finally broke. “I meant what I said before.. I genuinely do care about you Yelena. Despite what you think, I’m here because I want to be; not out of obligation to Natasha.” She needed her to know that, to believe it. “I won’t ever ask you for anything else, but this is the one thing I only ever will; that you trust me on that.”

[of-wine-and-blood]

@musesinked sent: [ 8. ] sender patches up receiver's wounds, hands trembling as they whisper, "you can't keep doing this to me." ( wanda . )

teeth  grinding,  natasha  tried  to  move  on  the  floor.  blood  was  gushing  from  the  bullet  wound  in  her  abdomen,  and  her  own  hands  were  coloured  red  as  she  was  pressing  the  wound  with  a  ripped  part  of  her  black  catsuit  in  order  to  stop  the  bleeding.  not  the  worst  wound  she  ever  had,  but  it  hurt  like  hell.  a  few  inches  down  and  it  would  have  shattered  her  hip  bone  instead  of  "only"  burying  itself  into  her  waist  and  coming  out  on  the  other  side.  if  she  were  alone,  it  would  have  been  a  hard  job  to  stitch  everything  up  correctly  with  hands  jittery  from  shock — but  natasha  was  not  alone.  though  if  she  were,  it  wouldn't  have  happened  at  all . . .

after  all,  she  had  jumped  there  to  protect  wanda.

natasha  craned  her  head  to  the  side,  eyes  half-lidded  from  the  pain,  as  the  younger  woman  knelt  beside  her,  laying  the  first  aid  kit  on  the  floor.  ❝there  you  are.❞  a  faint  smile  appeared  on  her  lips.  ❝you  know  what  to  do?❞  she  asked  just  to  make  sure,  more  for  her  own  sake  than  wanda's.  they  all  had  mandatory  training  about  first  aid  in  s.h.i.e.l.d,  but  training  was  one  thing  and  reality  another. 

as  wanda  started  taking  care  of  the  bullet  wound,  natasha  heard  her  words,  said  in  such  a  low  voice  that  she  almost  didn't  make  them  out.  still  her  body  winced  upon  hearing  them,  though  she  pretended  it  was  from  the  pain.  of  course,  she  shouldn't  have  done  that.  it  wasn't  the  first  time  she  did  something  so  risky  for  wanda,  though  it  was  the  first  time  it  ended  this  badly.  it  was  foolish  of  her  and  she  knew  that — after all,  she  was  just  a  black  widow,  and  wanda  was  scarlet  witch — but  she  couldn't  help  herself.

when  natasha  answered,  her  own  voice  was  low  and  strained.  ❝i  don't  regret  it,  i  would  have  done  it  again.❞

[musesinked]

Attending to a battered and bruised Natasha was becoming too much of a regular thing, so much so that every time they had gone out on a mission, Wanda’s heart was in her throat from worry. Natasha Romanoff could take care of herself as well as anyone in the team, if not better. That, though, did not stop her worry. Losing her— well, that was a fear that often times kept Wanda up at night.

This particular instance had been the worst one yet. “You shouldn’t have done that, Natasha. I don’t deserve you putting your life on the line for me.” She was mad, mad that the woman she had cared so intensely and deeply for would risk the very breath in her body for her. “I could have lost you…” her voice was low, cracked as she held back tears. The mere thought alone had her entire being ache.

With gentle hands, Wanda worked at cleaning up the wound and stitching it the best that she could. Although her stitching skills had been questionable, it would do as a quick fix until she could get Natasha proper medical care. Emerald eyes were quick to look up, brows furrowing as she looked to the widow. “If you ever do that again, I’ll kill you myself!” Her threat was, of course, empty; Wanda couldn’t hurt a single hair on her head, not ever. “I mean it, Nat, I can’t do this life without you.” It had been the first time Wanda had allowed herself to show such vulnerability, to speak her words so truthfully when it came to her. Almost losing her, though, had put the ultimate fear in her.

A shaky, blood-soaked hand edged forward, nervous and scared at the same time. Hoovering just above Natasha’s cheek, her fingertips lightly grazed along the soft skin. The simplicity of the contact alone had Wanda’s heart skipping a beat. The silence between them had spoken volumes; eyes locking, afraid if she was to avert them for even a second; her widow would be gone.

@of-wine-and-blood

[divinerpresources]

Send ♥ to ask out my muse for Valentine's Day.

If you can't see the emoji, send "Red Heart".

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐛𝐞  𝐦𝐲  𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞?

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬  -  send  ‘reverse’  for  the  sender  and  receiver  to  swap.  adjust  wording  as  needed!

[  heart  candy  ]  sender  digs  through  the  candy  hearts  to  find  one  that  actually  says  something  good  and  hands  it  to  receiver  (feel  free  to  specify  whats  said  on  the  candy)

[  lipstick  stain  ]  sender  leaves  a  kiss  on  receiver’s  skin  and  refuses  to  wipe  it  off

[  late  delivery  ]  sender  shows  up  with  flowers  that  are  a  day  late 

[  love  note  ]  sender  folds  a  note  into  something  messy  and  pretends  they’re  not  nervous

[  shared  dessert  ]  sender  offers  the  last  bite  of  their  favorite  dessert

[  tangled  hands  ]  sender  plays  with  receiver’s  fingers  absentmindedly  while  talking

[  quiet  dinner  ]  sender  reaches  across  the  table  and  squeezes  receiver’s  hand  instead  of  speaking

[  playlist  ]  sender  presses  play  on  a  playlist  they  made  just  for  receiver  and  watches  their  reaction

[  forehead  kiss  ]  sender  presses  a  slow  kiss  to  receiver’s  forehead  and  lingers  there

[  photo  booth  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  the  frame  at  the  last  second

[  shared  coat  ]  sender  tugs  receiver  closer  so  they  fit  under  one  coat  instead  of  finding  another

[  stolen  glance  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  when  they’re  supposed  to  be  paying  attention

[  slow  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  receiver  like  there’s  no  rush  and  nowhere  else  to  be

[  pinky  promise  ]  sender  hooks  their  pinky  with  receiver’s  and  takes  it  too  seriously

[  lingering  ]  sender’s  hand  stays  at  receiver’s  waist  longer  than  necessary

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  i  didn’t  think  valentines  day  would  matter  to  me  this  much.  ❞

❝  i  hate  this  holiday…  except  with  you.  ❞

❝  everyone  else  makes  it  look  so  easy.  ❞

❝  i  was  scared  today  would  feel  lonely.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  roses!  i  just  want  you.  ❞

❝  i  never  know  what  i’m  supposed  to  want  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  this  day  always  makes  me  overthink  everything.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  realize  how  badly  i  wanted  to  spend  today  with  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  kind  of  exposes  all  the  cracks,  doesn’t  it?  ❞

❝  i  was  bracing  myself  for  disappointment.  ❞

❝  this  holiday  makes  love  feel  like  a  performance.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  care  what  anyone  else  is  doing  tonight.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  expect  you  to  show  up.  thank  you  for  that.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  always  reminds  me  of  what  i’ve  lost.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  want  today  to  define  us…  but  i  kind  of  want  it  to.  ❞

❝  i  was  afraid  you’d  forget  what  today  was.  ❞

❝  it  feels  different  when  i’m  not  alone  on  valentines  day.  ❞

❝  i  wish  this  day  didn’t  come  with  expectations.  ❞

❝  i  keep  comparing  us  to  everyone  else,  and  i  hate  that.  ❞

❝  i  didn’t  think  i’d  make  it  through  today  without  you.  ❞

❝  valentines  day  is  cruel  to  people  who  feel  deeply.  ❞

❝  i  don’t  need  perfect.  ❞

❝  can  we  promise  this  isn’t  the  only  day  we  try?  ❞

[thunderboltbelova]

There was a reason she had been keeping the injury from Wanda, the worry that made her squirm earlier came in full force from the other, and the warmth their skin had share, the touch that had done everything to soothe her just moments ago, was gone in an instant. Yelena’s insides were squirming uncomfortably again with the concern coming in waves and she realized that she hadn’t quite felt like this since she was six years old and had skinned her knee over something so silly that it seemed trivial to compare it to the wound still dripping bright blood across her abdomen. Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if it would scar and maybe another part of her hoped that it would, if only to mangle the one that was already faint across her lower abdomen — a byproduct of the Red Room.

She exhaled through her nose and held her breath until Wanda returned with a cloth and a bottle of vodka. “You are worrying too much.” Yelena felt like she was repeating again, but maybe had only insisted on that in her own thoughts. Wanda dropped to her knees in front of her and she suddenly lost the concept of what had been real and what hadn’t that night, her head dizzy and her skin flushed. Her jaw tightened and she shook her head when the other gave her a warning, fingers reaching down only to pluck the bottle of vodka from the floor and bring it to her lips. By the time she set it down in the counter beside her, the cloth was pressed against her wound and a sharp intake of breath that burned with the taste of alcohol caught her by surprise.

Yelena did what she had to to turn the gasp into a chuckle, low and raspy and forced, but there. One hand gripped the counter tightly, the other tucked a stray strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear before she could even process the action. Or maybe it was only one of those not-real things that only existed in her thoughts. “You are helping me. It did not get worse just because we did other things first. I told you, I’m alive, and you are worrying too much. You don’t have to do this just because you feel like you owe it to her.”

[musesinked]

Yelena’s obvious discomfort with the worry and attention was a little heartbreaking. She knew very little about the Red Room; Natasha hadn’t spoken much about her past, something Wanda had never pressed for any further information on. Regardless of what Yelena had done in her past, it didn’t mean she was undeserving of someone caring for her. If there was one thing Wanda would ensure, was that the young assassin would one day feel worthy of such care - even if she did so stubbornly fight it.

“No matter how many times you tell me that you’re okay, Yelena, it doesn’t mean I’m going to believe it. You’re literally sat here with a blood-gushing gash on your abdomen. I wouldn’t like to see what your idea of not being okay is.” At this rate, Wanda was starting to think even if she was on deaths door she’d still be adamant that everything was fine.

The small gesture that followed from Yelena had the redhead freeze. How did something as simple as tucking hair behind her ear leave her basically powerless? Silently, green orbs lifted to meet green, holding onto the other’s gaze. Confusion swept over her. Why was Yelena’s touch so crippling to her? That thought, however, was soon to be thrown to the back of her mind. “I’m not doing this for her…” There was a hint of disbelief in her voice, that Yelena would think that. Unconsciously, her right hand lifted, the palm of it resting softly against Yelena’s blood-stained cheek; fingertips lightly brushing against the soft skin. “I’m doing this because I want to, because I genuinely care about you, Yelena.” Over the last few months the pair had grown closer, an unexpected friendship between two seemingly completely different people forming. The opposites always attract saying really did refer to the two of them.

Lips parted to speak, only to close again just as quick. There had been so much more Wanda had been wanting to say, but fear had once again taken over. Awkwardly she cleared her throat, choking back her emotions. This was not the time, not when Yelena was sat here bleeding out on the bathroom floor. Hand retreating back, Wanda’s attention fell back to the task in hand; grateful for the distraction. “You’re going to need stitches.”

[thunderboltbelova]

Fingertips danced lightly over her knuckles, thick and worn with years of punching and there Yelena was again, thinking about the other woman’s touch. It was much better than thinking about her words, the echo of I couldn’t bare it if something happened to you already setting up a permanent home deep in her chest where her heart banged itself against her ribcage, begging to be let free of its confines. She breathed in and her breath hitched in her throat without warning. “I don’t think I can make that promise.” Her reply finally came and she knew it wasn’t what Wanda wanted to hear. “I’m alive and I’m here.” Yelena’s palm slid upward, just a few inches, resting at the crook of the other’s neck, feeling the heartbeat just below smooth skin. She wanted to distract Wanda, wanted to do anything to get out of this moment where someone worried about her and she didn’t know what to say in response — she never did well with worry.

Mostly, the blonde wanted to avoid revealing what she knew she would need to inevitably, but she knew it would be discovered anyway if Wanda were to continue taking clothes from her body and so, with a sigh and a wrinkled nose, Yelena’s free hand peeled up her bloodied tank top, offering a full glance at the gash on her stomach, muscles rippling with discomfort as the wound was exposed. “I did say most of the blood wasn’t mine.” A shrug of her shoulders, too casual for the situation they were in. “It’s not so bad.” It really wasn’t, she’d seen worse. She just needed to disinfect it and bandage it and get Wanda trust that all she needed was a warm blanket and hot tea.

[musesinked]

Wanda’s forehead creased into a frown, not surprised at how light Yelena was making of the situation. “Lucky to be alive, by the looks of it,” she quickly reminded her. From her time getting to know the young widow, Wanda was quick to come to the realisation that Yelena had hidden behind sarcasm and quick-witted remarks. The touch that now burned a new area of her own skin instantly had her once frown fall. Suddenly her mouth felt dry, scared to breathe a single breath in case it meant Yelena would just as quick remove her gentle yet soothing touch. It then became apparent, Yelena Belova wasn’t just a skilled assassin— she was unfairly good at distraction.

Curious hues soon followed the movement of the others’ hands, soon to widen as the gnarly wound on Yelena’s stomach came into view. “Yelena!” Wanda’s movement was quick, leaning down to get a closer look at the bleeding gash. Fingers hovering just above it, the worry she had felt prior was back in full force. “We need to get this cleaned up, to see what we are working with.” Wanda was now on her feet, on the hunt to grab whatever she could to fix her up. She hadn’t been gone long before returning with clean cloths and a bottle of vodka she had found in one of the kitchen cupboards. Sitting on her knees in front of the injured blonde, she wasted no time in dampening the clean cloth with the liquid spirit. “This is going to sting, but after keeping this from me— I’m going to say it may be a little deserved.” Shooting Yelena a glare, she gently placed the vodka-soaked cloth against the opened gash. Carefully she cleaned at the blood the best she could, not wanting to make the process any more painful for Yelena.

“I’m a little mad at you, Yel. You shouldn’t have kept this from me. I could have helped sooner if you weren’t so damn stubborn.”

[musesinked]

@thunderboltbelova continued from x.

They were running for what seemed like an eternity, that mixed with an ungodly amount of stairs had Kate Bishop questioning her own lack of fitness. Each breath was beginning to hurt, the stitch in her side making the getaway even more so unbearable. The very thing they had been running from was unlike anything she ever had the misfortune of coming across. “How the hell is that thing moving so fast!” Yelena had been in front of her, guiding them to what the archer had hoped was their safety.

Neither had a plan; the shoot and hope for the best one had epically fallen through. Separated from their teams, it was now down to the two of them. Nothing could go wrong, right?

The bang of metal had her heart racing, the two woman now stood on a rooftop in the battering rain. If this was how her story ended, she’d be so pissed.

It happened in a blink of an eye. One second they were stood there, both watching as metal began to effortlessly bend; the next, Kate’s body was being pulled forward by her suit, an unfamiliar warmth now pressing against her lips. Eyes widening in shock, the gesture had taken her by complete surprise. Sure, they flirted a stupid amount with the odd passing touch here and there, but this… this was new. Barely even having the time to return the kiss she had longed for, it was broken just as quick. And now, she was falling backwards off the building. “Yelena!”

Her landing was smooth, a lot smoother than what they had been years prior. The entire thing was like deja vu, this unsurprisingly not being the first time she’d been pushed off a building; nor did she believe it would be the last.

A blast went off, followed by a smug looking Yelena now landing effortlessly beside her. “Do that again and I’ll kill you myself.” Her threat of course empty, but that didn’t stop the dagger’d look she was now throwing the blondes way. “You’re such a show off.” Unclipping herself from the line Yelena had attached her too, her head tilted ever so slightly as she went onto up at the smokey aftermath of the grenade. “Kinda smells like fried chicken..” her nose crinkled, the smell of burning flesh burning her nostril hairs.

“I’m hungry.” Hand now placed on a suddenly grumbling stomach, her free hand pushed playfully at Yelena’s shoulder. “And you’re paying. Can make up for almost giving me a full blown heart attack.” She wanted to bring up the kiss, but she couldn’t bring herself too. Kate knew the widow well enough to know, she’d only get some sarcastic response that would inevitably just confuse the archer all the more. But dear god did she hope it would happen again, and hopefully next time not when they were both faced with certain death.

[musesinked]

@thunderboltbelova meme starter continued from x .

The heavy, breath-catching fear that had torn through Wanda’s entire body the second she had first laid eyes upon a blood-stained Yelena was just now beginning to calm. She’d instantly thought the worst, ready to tear apart whatever unfortunate soul had laid hands upon the widow.

She had worked in silence mostly, peeling off the blood soaked clothing from Yelena; anxiety high as she looked for signs of any kind of injury whilst mumbling the odd cuss word in her home tongue. Of course, Yelena would make light of the situation; the former assassin seemed to live for the thrill of danger. It was the unexpected touch that had brought Wanda’s worried touch to a halt, her gaze lifting in slow motion like to meet the blonde’s. As innocent and simple as the touch may have been on Yelena’s part, it had stopped Wanda’s heart for a split second. Goosebumps instantly rose on her skin, despite it feeling like it was suddenly on fire. “I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you…” there was a soft, vulnerability in her voice. Wanda had already lost so much, she wouldn’t survive losing her too. Placing a touch on top of Yelena’s hand, the tips of her fingers lightly traced along her knuckles in a soothing motion. “Promise you’re okay..?”

[musesinked]

@thunderboltbelova - Meme starter continued from x

Wanda herself was all too familiar with that look; the masking behind a false facade, the ticking time bomb. The front Yelena had been upholding since her death may not have been visible to the rest of the world; but Wanda could see right through it, as if it were a looking glass. The two unlikely friends had both suffered a significant loss, the shared trauma bringing them into each other’s lives like a magnetic pull.

“You don’t have to pretend with me Yelena. If you want to scream and punch, no one would blame you.” Anger was part of the grieving process. There was nothing more isolating and angering than watching as the world moved on, whilst yours alone stopped. Placing a gentle yet firm touch to the blonde’s shoulders, Wanda’s gaze fought to meet the younger woman’s. “Let it out.”

[musesinked]

“Trust you?” Letting out an incredulous scoff, Emma looked to the other in almost disbelief. “After everything you’ve done Regina, you expect me to trust you?” Bitterness apparent in her tone. “I’ve given you numerous amount of chances, when no other sane person would! Every time I think you’ve changed, you are just as quick to show me why you never can nor never will.” There was only so much disappointment one person could take and Emma Swan couldn’t take anymore. She wanted to believe her; that this time would be different. Only it wouldn’t be, a leopard couldn’t and wouldn’t change its spots.

“You really want me to trust you? Then start by proving that I can. Until then, don’t expect me to come running back like I always do. I’m tired Regina, I’m tired of this same damn dance we continuously do.”

@myhappyxending

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

❝ you don’t have to say anything just let me stay with you. ❞

❝ i’m here, and i’m not going anywhere. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. not while i’m around. ❞

❝ want me to hold your hand for a while? ❞

❝ i noticed you’ve been quiet lately. do you want to talk or just sit together? ❞

❝ you don’t have to pretend around me. i see you. ❞

❝ even when it feels like no one cares i do. always. ❞

❝ i brought your favorite snacks and something soft to wear. ❞

❝ let’s watch something silly and forget the world for a while. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be strong for me. i’ve got you. ❞

❝ can i just hold you for a little while? ❞

❝ i don’t know the right words, but i’m not leaving. ❞

❝ take all the time you need i’ll still be right here. ❞

❝ you don’t have to carry this alone anymore. ❞

❝ your feelings are valid. every single one of them. ❞

❝ just rest. i’ll stay until you fall asleep. ❞

❝ even in silence, you matter to me. ❞

❝ let’s take it slow, okay? i’m with you. ❞

❝ you are so deeply loved even when you can’t feel it. ❞

❝ i see how hard you’re trying, and i’m so proud of you. ❞

❝ lean on me tonight. i’ll carry the heavy stuff for a while. ❞

❝ want to lay your head in my lap and breathe for a bit? ❞

❝ you don’t have to explain. i just want to make you feel safe. ❞

❝ no matter what your mind tells you you’re not a burden. ❞

❝ i can’t fix everything, but i can be here. and i am. ❞

❝ i’ll sit in the dark with you until you’re ready for the light again. ❞

❝ i don’t need you to be okay right now. i just need you to let me stay. ❞

❝ i’ll be the one who stays, even when it gets heavy. ❞

❝ i know it’s hard to ask for help. so don’t. i’m offering. ❞

❝ there’s nothing wrong with needing someone. i need you, too. ❞

❝ you don’t have to fix yourself to be worthy of love. ❞

❝ if it hurts, you can tell me. if you can’t speak, i’ll still stay. ❞

❝ you’ve made it through every hard day so far. and i’ll help you through this one. ❞

❝ i’m not scared of your sadness. you don’t scare me. ❞

❝ let me hold you until the world feels less loud. ❞

❝ we don’t need to talk. let me just be here with you. ❞

❝ your existence makes the world better, even when you feel like it doesn’t. ❞

❝ i love you. not in spite of your sadness, but including it. ❞

❝ i know you feel like no one sees you. but i do. i always do. ❞

❝ you mean more to me than you’ll ever know. ❞

❝ i’m not expecting a smile. i’m just staying close. ❞

❝ i know you’re hurting. i’ll keep showing up anyway. ❞

❝ you don’t have to feel okay for me to love you. ❞

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This had become a somewhat regular occurrence, Wanda trapped in flashbacks of her past; frozen by the horrors the young witch had to endure. Over time they had been lessening, it becoming easier to ground her, to bring her back to reality. It wasn’t an easy journey to get to where they now were, but Natasha would be damned if she was going to give up on her.

“I’m right here little witch, come back to me.” Voice soft, she didn’t flinch to the now grasp around her wrists. It was hard to watch her go through this, to relive terrors that only she could see. It had been something Natasha was all too familiar with, only hers came in night terrors. Her own past had haunted her nightly, to the point Wanda had on a few occasions came into her room to comfort her.

Scarlet smoke began to fade, Wanda’s body noticeably becoming less tense. The smallest of smiles began to rise on the corner of Natasha’s lips, each time Wanda was able to overcome her demons; the widow grew all the more proud of her. “You’re getting quicker at getting out of them.”

Allowing Wanda to keep hold of her wrists, she took a step closer. “Are you okay? Was it the same as last time?” She asked, concern still in her voice.

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Frantic hands immediately patted over the brunettes upper body and face the second she had reached her, checking for any wounds that may have occurred during the archers heroic escapade. The foreign feeling that had swept over the blond was terrifying, her entire body felt like it was on fire; heart rapidly pounding as though it was about to combust out through her chest cavity.

“I shouldn’t have let you come, I should have known better.” Yelena’s tone was harsh, cold. It was a front however, to hide the fear and guilt she was harbouring. All it would have taken was one single shot and Kate Bishop would have been a goner. And that was a thought that didn’t sit right with the widow, that it would have been her fault. Yelena Belova was a nobody, a child trained assassin; her ledger dripping red from the lives she had taken. She didn’t deserve this, for someone as pure and good as Kate Bishop risking her own life for her.

It had taken Yelena a prolonged moment to get her bearings back, to bring her heart rate back to a somewhat normal rhythm. A chest heaving sigh fell, a ping of guilt hitting her. She could see that her words had hurt Kate, that the brunette had only that of good intentions. “Thank you.” Voice softer, finally her gaze lifted to meet those puppy dog eyes that always burned right into her soul. “Just don’t do that again, please.” Her words more of a plead, a glimpse of a raw vulnerable side to the widow cracking through the hard exterior she had tried so hard to uphold.

“I could have lost you.” The words fell out in a mere whisper, fear apparent in both her voice and eyes. Fingertips lightly stroking across the cheek she had mindlessly reached for, softly brushing against fresh cuts. “You’re an idiot, Kate Bishop.”

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– 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 !

"Don’t look back."

"I missed you."

"It’s too late."

"Please don’t go."

"You promised me."

"Who did this?"

"I forgive you."

"We were gods."

"Leave me alone."

"They found us."

"Trust me, please."

"I need help."

"Run. Don’t stop."

"It wasn’t me."

"I remember everything."

"Burn it all."

"Tell me why."

"You never called."

"It’s just rain."

"You owe me."

"She’s not breathing."

"Is that blood?"

"You were right."

"It ends now."

"We start over."

"Stay with me."

"Nothing feels real."

"I hate this."

"Do it now."

"They're watching us."

"Make it stop."

"It's not yours."

"I was waiting."

"He’s behind you."

"They’re all gone."

"Time is up."

"Bring them back."

"It’s our turn."

"This is wrong."

"Don’t let go."

"We are cursed."

"No one knows."

"You're not real."

"Don’t say it."

"I saw everything."

"Nothing ever changes."

"Call it off."

"What are you?"

"I found it."

"Let me in."

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The new Avengers; it still sounded just as ridiculous as it did the first time she had heard it. The team of former no gooders were as dysfunctional as they came, yet somehow and totally surprisingly to the world, worked.

Yelena had become the person Kate Bishop knew that deep down, she always was. Even if the widow would had denied it until she was blue in the face; perhaps it was the more admitting the archer was actually right for once that was more the problem than actually admitting she was one of the good guys. She was proud, proud of the woman she now called a friend, even if Yelena still would argue that they were anything but.

This had been the young Avengers third visit to the Watchtower, the first had resulted in the two sparring until finally Kate had tapped out, forced to admit that Yelena was still the stronger of the two. Since then, the odd text messages were exchanged; though definitely more one sided on Kate’s behalf. Majority of the messages had been her spamming the blond’s phone, Yelena eventually replying after the twentyth message with either a one word response that was usually a cuss word; or the middle finger emoji. Neither ever stopped her from continuing her bombarding though, and most definitely never would.

“Y’know for a friend, you’re pretty crappy at inviting me over.” Allowing herself to fall back on the couch, legs immediately lifted to rest upon the table in front of her. Curious eyes did a sweep of the room, dark brows settling knitted together as she mused in a short thought. “Isn’t it ridiculous though, that there’s three groups of us?” The thought had came from literal thin air and it had somehow after all these months, just occurred to Kate that there was indeed three different teams of heroes all fighting the same fight; carrying the same name. “Why the New Avengers though, like does that mean Sam and his team are the old ones? I get why my team is the Young Avengers but the new.. yeah just doesn’t roll off the tip of the tongue as smoothly.” She was being annoying, she was very self aware of it. But, that wasn’t going to stop her pointless ramblings; nothing ever did. “Wait, does that mean when I hit a certain age and deemed too old for my team, I have to join either the new or old Avengers?!” The mere thought had a look of almost terror and disgust cross her features. “Oh god I don’t wanna be old like you guys..”