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[goingdownwitheveryship]

I've been having a hard time adjusting I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting I didn't know if you'd care if I came back I have a lot of regrets about that

I just wanted you to know That this is me trying

They told me all of my cages were mental So I got wasted like all my potential And my words shoot to kill when I'm mad I have a lot of regrets about that

[themarshmallownerd]

New Chapter: Like Forty Dogs

Link: Chapter 11

Previous: Chapter 10

First: Chapter 1 (AO3)

A/N: Please note, this chapter does have a higher rating than the others so far (Explicit). Reader discretion is advised.

Preview: “It’s witchcraft. That crazy witchcraft…” she supplied for them both, singing the lyrics softly under her breath. “And I know it’s strictly taboo…”

The rest of the verse was lost in her peal of surprised laughter as James suddenly pulled her closer, his fingers having hooked into the belt loops of her jeans without her noticing. She hastily tossed her box of tea onto the nearest countertop, leaving her hands free to wind around his neck in return.

She continued humming the tune of the song as the soldier guided her through a slight sway back and forth. He gently pulled her forward again, this time leading her out from between her kitchen countertops and into the more open living room area. Once there was proper space for it, he took her hand in his and lifted their joined hands over her head, inciting her to twirl just in time for the final line of the song that Natasha had made infamous in the Maximoff household.

“Cause there’s no nicer witch than you…”

James was positively beaming as he pulled her back to his chest. This time, he kept one hand in hers at their sides and the other rested on her waist as they continued to sway in a dance unaccompanied by any actual music.

“You really do know your older American media,” he remarked. “I stand corrected. And, also a bit sorry that I didn’t pay more attention when my ‘ma tried to teach me how to do this proper.”

They both looked down at their feet, hyper-conscious of the way they shuffled closely against the floor to keep from stepping on each other.

“Well…I’d say it works for us,” Wanda said in encouragement.

“Yeah,” James assented. “I like it, at least. But I think I might be biased. I’m pretty partial to any excuse to be close to you.”

In spite of all their time together, comments like that still managed to make her skin flush pink. She slipped her hand from his grasp to cling to the base of his neck again, pressing her blushing face into his collar.

Her eyelids fluttered shut as she breathed in the faint scent of him. His usual body soap, and a hint of the perpetual butter and popcorn scent that permeated the small movie theater they had just come from. It was entrancing in a way, to be held in his arms, surrounded by his scent, able to hear the thrum of his heart beating steadily against his chest.

She felt a kiss to her shoulder. Another at the side of her throat, and then her cheekbone, coaxing her out of the crook of his neck. Then he kissed her lips.

It started out gently. Chaste, and sweet, and over too soon.

Wanda kept her arms around him, pulling him flush against her in a silent imploration for more. James obliged her, cupping her head as he leaned in to kiss her again.

This time, his kiss was a little fuller. A little deeper. His tongue peeked out, running along her bottom lip. She parted her lips, allowing it to sweep against hers.

The next thing she knew, she had pulled him with her until they had bumped into the nearest piece of furniture. She didn’t let it stop her, instead letting herself collapse across the length of the sofa, unceremoniously shoving throw pillows to the floor as she went. James went along with her, mouth still slanted over hers and his hair tangled with her fingers. He fumbled with how to situate himself over her without completely settling his weight on top of her, inadvertently driving his knee up in-between her legs in the process. It ignited a jolt of lightning through her.

God, she wanted this. She wanted him.

[morevicethanvirtue]

Wake Up: A WinterWitch Story

Wanda Maximoff barely survived her imprisonment on The Raft with the other Rogue Avengers, but living in the aftermath proves to be even more terrifying. Will she be able to overcome her trauma with the help of her newfound family? Will she discover why she feels so safe around a deadly ex-assassin with a metal arm? 

- Inspiration for Chapter 19 -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42406668

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14130539/1/Wake-Up

[finnicks]

you came back as the underdog

mcu (wandavision/tfatws) | wanda/bucky | part nine 15.5k, explicit. After the events of Westview, Wanda’s content to isolate herself away from the rest of the world in Sokovia. Unfortunately for her, Bucky has other plans.

"Do you have a bucket list?"

He chuckles, taken aback. "A bucket list," he repeats incredulously.

"Of all the things you want to do in your life."

Bucky hums thoughtfully, a little distracted by his task at hand. "I guess… not. No, I don’t."

"Then we’ll make you one," she says brightly, shifting happily in the chair. Holding her right palm out, a small notepad and pen appear. She places it gently onto her lap and presses the pen to paper, writing James Barnes’ Bucket List at the very top.

"Cut Wanda’s hair," he says warmly, peering over her shoulder. His fingers are still against the ends of her hair as he concentrates solely on his bucket list. "That should be number one."

Wanda doesn’t shake her head despite wanting to, enjoying the way his fingers card absently through her hair. She does as he asks, writing 1. Cut Wanda’s hair.

"What else?" She taps the end of the pen impatiently against the lined paper. "Number two should be good. Hm." Rather than let him provide an example, she puts pen to paper and writes her own item for him.

Bucky gently presses his hands against her shoulders as if he needs the leverage to lean over the top of her head. "What did you write?" When she lifts the notepad for him to see, he shakes his head with a chuckle. "You’re a monster."

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[jesuisodettewattpad]

2 A.M. - Capítulo XIX (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1096290060-2-a-m-cap%C3%ADtulo-xix?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=JeSuisOdette&wp_originator=%2F%2FAuE%2Fc%2F8HcaPmSZDMEOOC0SqqO8cIMfelN52mcW0zg5Bkvn401NfS3Pl0Yl2nHrtczt4yuoTpdC82DFw5LOZ9%2BSCpTG85bVMbVb0kBg29J9hP%2BOmTQFmDLmDU1%2F4WO%2B ¿Qué serías capaz de sacrificar por alguien a quién amas? ¿Hasta dónde llegarías? ¿Podrías dejar el orgullo y el dolor del pasado atrás?

[scrletwitchh]

What you did all those years, it wasn't you.

[andsalttheearthbehindyou]

hydra luvers

[winterswitch]

Wanda: Welcome home Bucky, I've been waiting for you to get back.