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[wandabear]

Me dejaste rota en el buen sentido

Dude, me rompí a mi misma y me llevé a todos conmigo. I said: if I go, everyone goes down with me! (I'M SO GLAD AND HAPPY YOU LIKED IT, thank you forever. You know that!) 🐻💕

[moo-moo-meadows]

jay you REMMEBER THAT?? what was it ???? also hi how are you <333

i just remember it was back when you were still your famous name before tmmyhug (mine smth smth right?) and i called you vee like affectionately or like, maybe sympathetically? i’m feeling like an “aww vee” and i’m not sure if this was the first or second ask i sent you but i asked what fic you were reading that made you sad, https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/27836245 even the weariest river! and that’s a fic from december 2020 so

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[marvelfansince08love]

LAAAAAAY!! My beautiful Lay!!! Here's a prompt for you! Kid!fic in where Wanda has to take care of Pietro's bby (yes, Pietro is alive!!!) And she is all confident about it until she meets Reader on the park and she a jfjkjdss (Gaymess™) and things happen? Bonus points if Reader gets to be part of Pietro's life 🙃 thaaaaaank you, Angel! Ily ✨💜

Veeee! I hope you enjoy this love, I’ve changed it a little I hope you don’t mind x Thank you Aro for editing, you gem @canarypoint

Whipped Cream and Snowy Days 

Word count: 1466 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader 

Warning: pure fluff 

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @the-enamorando-deity @j-does-life @dynnealberto

I do not own this gif

The park is usually quiet around this time of year, the icy cold weather keeping people locked in with a warm open fire covered in blankets and woolly pyjamas but not you, you loved being outdoors when the white snowflakes fell upon the ground feeling the odd white speck fall upon your cheeks as you sipped your hot chocolate on the icy bench wrapped up in your big warm coat. You close your eyes for a moment basking in the peace and quiet that falls upon the usually busy park. 

"Whatcha drinking?" The sound of a young boy asking next to you startles you from your daydream. You turn to investigate the voice wondering why such a small child is talking to you, a simple stranger.

The boy sits comfortably next to you on the bench, his legs dangling in thin air too small to touch the ground. A blue scarf wrapped tightly around his neck covering up to his chin, a blue bobble hat and gloves to finish the matching set. His youthful cheeks glowing red from the cold but the beaming smile on his face shows you he's unaffected by the weather.

"Oh um.. it's a hot chocolate," you mumble, your eyes searching the empty park for the boy's guardian.

"Cool! Do you like the whip cream on top? It's my favourite bit!" he exclaims, his eyes sparkle in excitement as he licks at his lips. You chuckle at the sweet innocence before grinning.

"Then why do you have the drink? You could just have the whip cream straight from the can," you inform, before internally cringing.

'You don't even know the boy and you're already giving him bad ideas' you scorn yourself.

His eyes widen in astonishment, his mouth open in a perfect 'o'. You go dismiss your last statement not wanting to be accused of any recklessness you may have passed onto the boy but before you can comment a loud voice echoes throughout the abandoned park making you and the boy turn in the direction of the voice.

"Amil!" the angelic voice shouts across from the other side of the park. You stand almost immediately wanting the woman to know you mean no harm, as you watch her eyes scan over you, glaring ever so slightly in suspicion.

"Aunty Wanda!!" Amil screeches, jumping from the bench and speeding over to his 'Aunt', if you had blinked you would have missed but the small trail of dirt tells you what you saw. You gape at the spot where the boy had stood only a second ago, who now sits comfortably on the woman's hip as she silently scolds him, you shake your head mistaking the quick movement on your mind playing silly tricks due to being out in the cold for so long. The boy pouts and points towards you making you squirm uncomfortably. The dark haired woman slowly makes her way over towards you, her eyes taking in your form seeing for any potential threat but relaxes once she's close enough to see you mean no harm to her nephew or her..

"See! I was safe Aunty Wanda! Did you know you can eat whip cream from the can! The can Aunty! So now we don't have to use all the hot chocolate!" He bounces slightly in her arms, a permanent grin on his face. The woman brushes away the runaway strand of silver hair making you frown in confusion.

Did he have silver hair before-

The woman grins almost sheepishly, completely different to her hard exterior from before and brings a hand towards you to shake. You take the gloved hand into your own and squeeze in greeting.

"Hi I'm Wanda, I'm terribly sorry about my nephew here. He likes to run... a lot actually and away from us. He gets it from his father," Wanda apologises, you stare into her green eyes watching as they sparkle just like Amil's did earlier on.

"It's quite alright, he was no bother really. I'm just glad he decided to run into me instead of continuing into the trees.." you whisper leaning in ever so slightly as if letting them in on a secret, you subtly wink at the brunette letting her in on the secret. Her eyes show mischief as she clicks onto your attempt to help reign in the boy, who's eyes have widened in curiosity.

"The trees?" You stare at him in disbelief. 

“Why yes. These trees are full of secrets, some even say they have magic in them and that they scold naughty children if they swing off their branches. You don’t wanna walk through them alone,” you fret, making sure your voice is low as you take in your surroundings. You see Wanda bite her bottom lip refraining from smiling at the corner of your eye as you continue to tease the boy. 

“I promise, I’ll never run away from you again Aunty Wanda!” he promises, burying his head into her shoulder while keeping an eye on the snow covered trees to the side of us. The brunette leans her head on top of the boys and mouths a quick ‘thank you’ before throwing you a beaming smile. 

“I didn’t catch your name before,” she mutters, feeling slightly flustered at your charming effect.

“That’s because I didn’t give it to you,” you tease, grinning widely as you watch her roll her eyes in good nature. You laugh at your poor attempt to tease the woman before replying “Y/N Y/L/N, I would shake your hand again but I can see yours are pretty full,” You continue to flirt lightly with her. You lock eyes for a moment, as if taking each other in. 

‘I swear I’ve seen this woman before,’ you think to yourself, trying to rack your brain for any similarities. 

Before you can ask her, a male’s voice approaches the three of you startling you both from your staring match. An excited screech from the boy indicates who the new stranger is.

“Papa!” Amil scurries out of his aunt’s arms and runs towards the familiar looking man who’s now crouched down ready to grab the boy at any second as if all too familiar with the boy's sudden movements. The boy's father swings him into his arms before making his way over to you, his eyes linger on you for a second before turning towards his sister with a knowing grin on his face. You can see the resemblance once their both up close, the mischievous smile giving them away instantly. 

 “I’m sorry if the little man bothered you, he’s far too friendly for his own good.” He smiles, as Amil begins to climb over his shoulder, hanging there for a moment giggling. You all smile at the infectious laugh from the innocent child before you address the man. 

“He was no bother honest. Besides I kinda  like the company he brought along with him,” you admit, eyeing Wanda flirtatiously as she smiles shyly, tucking a piece of long brown hair behind her ear. The man whistles low before reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips. 

“Ah a woman with charm, I like her already sestra. The names Pietro,” he husks, winking subtly before whisking him and the endearing boy away. Amil waves enthused still hanging from his father’s back. 

“Bye lady! Thank you for teaching me about the trees!” he shouts through his giggles. You laugh and wave back with just as much enthusiasm, the boy's vibrant nature rubbing off on you.

“I uh, I better catch up with them. Thank you for keeping him company, I was so worried,” Wanda confesses, her worry still evident in her tone. You briefly touch her fingertips in comfort, suddenly feeling the urge to make all her worries disappear. 

“It’s okay I get it but like I said it was not a problem. The kid’s cute.. Just like his aunt,” you flirt, a small smug smile appearing on your face as you watch a soft red glow cross her cheeks. 

“Aunty Wanda come on! We’re going to be late for Morgan’s party, there’s gonna be cake!” Amil shouts from across the park, now stood by his father's side hand locked tight in his grasp. You feel a strange sense of disappointment knowing that your time in this beautiful woman's presence is over but a small satisfactory feeling creeps its way forward as you notice a similar look in her big green eyes. 

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. Hopefully see you around sometime, yes?” she breathes, her voice lower this time that tells you it isn’t a question but a promise. You lean forward, tugging the stubborn loose strand of hair that seems to escape again under her ear, your fingertip brushing softly against her cold cheek, so close that you can hear the quiet intake of breath as she leans slightly into your touch.

“Most definitely.”

[lesbian-dp]

DEEEEEEMOOOOON! May I request hcs for That Gif™?? Thaaaaank you. You're a blessing ✨💜

Ah yes, this gif:

Well, considering you’re sick and a princess when you're sick. I will do this for you. Even if I’m not that good at headcanons.

...

So, update!

I tried to write the headcanons for like three fucking hours or sm.

And I just can’t, when it comes to headcanons.

So, you’re not getting that. You’re getting a drable instead lol.

18+ ONLY

(Its's not entirely smut, but it is sexual. So, ‘18+ ONLY’, just to be safe.)

Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head at your employer's dull repetitive drawl. The stick up his ass shining through, with every one of his ego-filled words. Talking about all of the deals he “single-handedly” pulled off as CEO of his business, about all of the expensive sports cars he bought, and all of the models he fucked.

He expected Tony Stark to love him. After all, he tried so hard to be just like him. You know, without the personality, humanity, skill, and well intelligence.

Every. Single. One. Of The Avengers hated him.

They had ever since they first met him two years ago, and ergo, you too.

You were the self-centred CEO’s bodyguard.

Well, one of five. That he took, literally, everywhere.

Because he thought he was that important.

When every person at these social gatherings didn’t have a clue who he was.

But you needed the money.

So, you took the job.

Didn’t mean you had to like it, though!

Natasha, the red-headed, Russian Avenger, who you slowly became friends with during your many years of seeing each other at these gatherings, and whatnot, looked your way and threw you a smirk.

“Hey,” she slid up to you, fully pulling away from the convocation your boss was having with himself, and so graciously allowed The Avengers to listen too, in front of you, “What do you say we skip this, and go get a burger or something?”

Scoffing lightly, you shook your head, with a smile on your face. “I wish I could. But I don’t want to get fired, and I need the money.”

“Fuck him. I’ll get Tony to give you a job.”

“Don’t say that I’ll hold it to you.”

“You can hold whatever you want to me,” she said sultry, looking up at you under her lashes.

“What?” you asked softly.

“You heard me.”

“Uh...”

“Mr Stolomon?” Your black haired boss turned to look at Natasha, a smirk forming on his face, thinking he had somehow seduced the green-eyed beauty. Before he could say something he thought would be smooth, but was actually just gross, Natasha continued, “Would you mind if I stole Y/N away for a few moments? It’s kind of important. You know,” she whispered, “Girl stuff.”

Predictably the man boy shuddered, and shooed you away, but not without telling you to hurry, because, “I don’t like being vulnerable”.

Fuck, you hated him.

Not a second later, Natasha dragged you away, pushing you into the elevator. And then into her room at the hotel, the gathering was being hosted at.

“Technically this could be classed as kidnapping.”

“You’re over the age of eighteen,” she told you, pulling her jacket off, “It wouldn’t be kidnapping, it would be abducting.”

“Wow. I don’t know if I should be insulted or not.”

Dropping her dress next, your jaw dropped along with it, at the sight of her in her skimpy black underwear. She swayed her hips as she walked up to you, pushing you down onto the soft bed. Lips brushing against yours, with every breath and whisper.

“I know you’ve wanted this just as long as I have.” Your eyes grew wide, at having your attraction to the red-head, being “caught” out. Natasha giggled at the view, “You really think I didn't know? I'm a spy, Y/N.”

Oh, you fucking idiot.

You mentally facepalmed at that.

“Now,” she gained your attention again, “Why don't you finally do something about it?"

Your eyes grew dark, making that Godamn smirk, appear on her face again before you flipped your positions. Your lips smashing together.

“I'm going to fuck you, and I won't stop until you beg me too,” you husked against her lips, grinding your hips against her core.

“Fuck,” Natasha moaned, “Take Tony’s job offer, so we can do this so much more.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, baby girl.”

You were just friends before that smirk.

[the-river-dreamer]

a victoire's voice

you were like sunbeams

on earthen green with a voice

soothing

to my heart

anxious about life;

and again I'll say — thank you!!

💚 may your compassion

keep hearts assured love;

and yours to always recall

the day's morn sun (bright)

or the calming moon

(the quiet happy of a heart).

may this light a smile

in your eyes today!!

🌿

cc (2020)

dedicated to: vee 🌿

prompt: philocalist (a lover of beauty)

11/100

written: august 7th

songs of stars centum chall

(a self-challenge)

🌿

[wandabear]

Hi.

I'VE SEEN YOU POSTED A NAT FIC AND I WAS DHLSHSJSJEKSJSKAY SO I LIKED IT TO READ IT WHEN I'M FINALLY FREE TOMORROW OR FRIDAY!!

I hope you're having a good day and yoU GETTING INSPIRED TO WRITE SO I CAN READ STUFF WHEN I'M FREE ON WEEKEND!!!

Three days working all day and sleeping 4 hours bc of.. being poor is making me saddddd. So if you know someone with the potential to be a sugarmommy, let me know 🫥🫥🫥

Kay, byeeeeeeee. Ily 💖

My friend, querida amiga. I missed you. AAAAAAA dude, first take care of yourself and then I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU'LL BE HERE SOON. Lots of hug and éxitos, V. You know I'm always here. and yes, that Natasha oneshot is... wow. If any sugar mommy is around here, please contact us.

[moo-moo-meadows]

fellow c!tommy enjoyers what are our thoughts on if tommy finds out about what’s going on with quackity and dream in the prison

[moo-moo-meadows]

growing out of hyperfixations hurts i'm sorry :( in a way you're mourning a part of yourself yknow? the version of you that got so much joy from these creators may never return. but it's okay and change and growth is normal. i wish you a speedy road to finding the next thing that makes you happy. sorry this got weirdly emotional it wasn't supposed to. but i hope youre doing ok -vee

I hesitate calling it hyperfixation you know bc I don’t think it’s really that. I’m not diagnosed or anything so I don’t know but,, this fandom is really fucking special to me. It’s not my first fandom by any means but it was the one I’ve been the most invested in. I’ve never been as deep into the fandom as I was with mcyt in my “prime” if you will. I wrote so much, I met so many people who are now really fucking important and special to me, and especially the timeline of when I and a lot of people joined the fandom you know it was really stressful hectic and downright painful times and this fandom has just been my solace, my safe space, my,, everything for a while?? Yeah. I’d go as far as that. So like. Even tho it’s not a hyper fixation it’s still special and I’ll really really miss the prime of it

But also I’m still gonna be here!!! My interest hasn’t completely faded yet. And I’ll miss y’all too much