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wanted to draw my beautiful wife dana evans because she’s coming back to me in 4 days <3

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YN’s day was already ruined before the boarding pass mix-up. But somehow, a frantic sprint through the airport leaves her sitting in first class on a private charter flight carrying the Arsenal and Barcelona first teams for a massive overseas exhibition. Surrounded by millionaire athletes, YN just wants to put her headphones in and survive the flight.
She doesn't realize she'll literally be fighting to survive.
When the plane is torn apart mid-air and crashes on a remote, uncharted island, the rules of the real world disappear. Millions of dollars, global fame, and on-pitch rivalries mean nothing in the jungle. As the survivors band together, YN finds herself caught between clashing egos, unexpected romances and realizing they're not as alone as she thought.
This is a Lost inspired AU
Part 1 Turbulence
I can't wait
A Feline Connection - Masterlist
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: Natasha makes a new furry little friend and becomes captivated by its owner along the way.
Warnings: This series does contain mentions of violence, injury, angst, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship/emotional manipulation (not from Natasha).
Chapters:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 Part 9 | Part 10
Side Story:
Halloween Special (set at some time between Part 2 and 3)
First Meetings (can be read after Part 5)
New Friends (set after the events of story)
The Other Cat (set after the events of story)
Too Much? (set after the events of story)
CAKE | wanda maximoff
the role you made me play of the fool, how you laugh when you lie, i got a list of names and yours is in red underlined. oh, look what you made me do. i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! → warnings: killing, blood, cheating, cannibalism, crazy as fuck reader. read at your own risk. masterlist || whispers of heartache m.list
Tomorrow is Wanda’s birthday.
And today, I found out she’s having an affair with my sister.
Not rumors. Not messages. Not suspicions.
I walked into our bedroom and saw them — naked, tangled, moaning like nothing in the world existed except their filthy little secret. In our bed. The bed I bought. The bed where she used to whisper that she loved me.
My blood went cold. My hands trembled. Wanda noticed me first, her eyes widening, her lips still swollen from kissing my sister.
She covered my sister’s body with the blanket as if she were protecting something precious.
Protecting her.
Not me.
I laughed. I don’t even know why. Maybe because it finally made sense — why she’d been distant, cold, avoiding my touch.
Why she flinched when I said “I love you.”
“Y/N,” she breathed, voice shaky. “I—I can explain.”
“No need,” I replied. “I get it.”
Later, she broke up with me. Said she didn’t love me anymore. Said she was in love with my sister.
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The scent of synthetic frosting and expensive perfume was a cruel mockery of what today marked: Wanda's birthday. The betrayal was still a raw, jagged wound — a scene seared into my memory, witnessed in the unforgivable intimacy of our own bed. Fury had been a hot, blinding flash, but the breakup that followed was a slow, deliberate twist of the knife.
“I don't love you anymore. I'm in love with your sister.”
In love your face, asshole. The words were a bitter mantra.
Despite the wreckage, a perverse logic took hold. We had loved each other. The habit of devotion, the ache of loss — they didn't vanish overnight. I decided I would still attend. I would play my part.
Pathetic, right?
I arrived at the party, a polished veneer of civility masking the ice in my veins. Wanda spotted me immediately, the moment she saw me, her face lit up like I was the only person she wanted to see. Her eyes widening with a flicker of something close to relief, or maybe guilt.
“Thank you for coming, Y/N. I know we're not on good terms right now, but I'm truly happy that you're here,” she said, her voice genuinely soft.
“It's no problem,” I replied, the practiced smile feeling strange on my face. “I can put aside our problems for now. Just enjoy your party.”
She reached out as if she wanted to touch my arm, but she stopped herself.
Good girl.
Tony, bless his oblivious heart, joined us shortly after. “Hi, ladies!”
“Hey, Tony,” Wanda smiled.
“Enjoying your party?”
“Yes, thank you for this.”
“No worries, I’ll leave you two alone,” he said before excusing himself, walking toward the other guests, leaving a pleasant space of noise and light around us.
“So, I saw you holding something when you got here,” Wanda prompted, her curiosity peaking. “What is it?”
My lips curled.
A genuine, chilling smile stretched across my lips. “Oh, yes. I almost forgot.”
I pulled the small, heavy box from my bag and placed it carefully in front of her.
“Oh my god, you didn't have to!” she gasped, already reaching for it.
“Nah, it's fine,” I said, my innocent look flawless.
She opened the box and gasped again, recognizing the distinctive, deep color and dense crumb of the Waldorf-Astoria Red Velvet Cake.
Her absolute favorite.
“So... you like it?"” I asked.
“Like it? I love it!” she happily replied, already in bliss.
I hummed, retrieved a small fork, and passed it to her. “Go on, it's all yours.”
She mouthed a silent thank you and took her first bite, her eyes closing in bliss.
She moaned softly.
My stomach fluttered.
Of course she loves it.
Her expression softening into pure enjoyment. “Where did you buy this? I love the taste of it, it's so good!”
I didn't answer, instead watching her closely, savoring the moment of her happiness.
Then, the party atmosphere dissolved as a sense of cold dread entered my periphery. I looked past Wanda and saw my parents approaching, their faces etched with deep, unmistakable worry.
“What's wrong?” I quietly asked, my voice flat.
My mother's eyes were wide, darting nervously around the room. “Where is your sister? Have you seen her?”
I shrugged nonchalantly, forcing a casual lack of concern. “No, why?”
“We haven't seen her since last night,” Dad said, his hand rubbing Mom's back in a futile attempt at comfort.
“She probably just enjoying her life out there,” I dismissed it with a wave.
I turned back to Wanda as my parents walked away, presumably to continue their search, their distress a dull, distant hum.
I smiled, seeing Wanda so wonderfully engaged with the cake, her cheeks full, lipstick smudged, happily devouring the cake, which was now almost finished. I looked down at the dark, rich red velvet, and the memory returned — not as a flash of anger, but as a detailed, step-by-step account of meticulously planned closure.
FLASHBACK
I sent the text, knowing how easily my sister would fall into the trap of false intimacy.
Y/N: hey, sister. I might hate you right now but do you mind helping me bake a cake for wanda?
Y/S/N: no, not at all. where are you?
Y/N: I'll send you my location, I'll wait for you, be quick.
Y/S/N: okay, see you!
I stood inside my private workshop. The location was the old, unused cabin property far upstate. Remote, and currently uninhabited. The walls were lined with soundproofing foam. The floor was concrete. Sterile. Easy to clean.
No neighbors. No cameras. No witnesses.
It was perfect. I put the phone away and waited, the patience of a predator settling into my bones.
When she arrived, she looked tentative, burdened by guilt, which was exactly what I needed. “Hey, so uhm, shall we start?” she asked awkwardly.
“We shall,” I replied, my half-smile carefully calibrated to suggest vulnerability and forgiveness.
We walked inside. Before following her deeper into the structure, I paused, glancing deliberately around the desolate acreage. I closed the door with a precise, final click.
“So, this place is yours?” she asked, attempting small talk, hoping to erase the tension.
“Yes. I love it,” I hummed, walking past the kitchen area and deeper into the main room.
“I love it too, the atmosphere is so nice. It feels... private.” she continued, attempting to keep the conversation light. “How about you?”
I stopped and turned, letting the innocent smile drop away entirely. I paused for a slow, terrifying second, letting my eyes rake over her face. “What I love here is when you scream for help, no one will hear you.”
She froze.
“Oh…”
I laughed, still smiling.
“Wanna try?”
“What?”
“Try screaming,” I repeated.
Her forced composure cracked instantly. “W-What? Y/N, stop joking around! You're scaring me.”
“And who said I'm joking? Try screaming now, darling. Because that might be the last time.”
The air seized. I produced the long, shining knife, its blade reflecting the dim cabin light. Her face crumpled into fear and drained of its color.
“Y/N, stop, please! I'm sorry, okay? Please, don’t do this — I’m your sister!” Tears flowed freely now.
“My sister?” I scoffed. “How ironic. Did you even think of that when you decided to fuck my girlfriend in our bed?” My voice was low, lethal, yet calm.
I felt the pure, cold thrill of justified rage.
“Please, please... I-If you want, I'll avoid her. I—I’ll stop seeing her and t-tell her to be w-with you again!” she begged, trying desperately to trade her life for a worthless promise.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I whispered, brushing her cheek with the cold blade. I let out a short, hollow laugh. "Really? You think you can un-betray me? Nah. This is way more fun, don't you think?"
I moved closer, deliberately slowing my actions, making the terror last. I reached out, not with the blade, but with the flat of the steel, dragging it slowly down the front of her shirt, watching her breath hitch and her eyes water with unbearable dread.
I pressed the tip against her stomach.
She whimpered.
“You're a great begger, now I see why she fell in love with you,” I mocked, withdrawing the knife only to plunge it, with cold precision, into her abdomen.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The knife sank into her flesh, her skin tearing like wet paper. Warm blood spilled over my hand.
A raw, ragged scream tore from her throat. A beautiful, raw sound, swallowed instantly by the heavy insulation of the cabin walls.
I twisted the blade.
Her knees buckled, but I held her upright, watching her eyes fill with agony and betrayal.
“You took something from me,” I whispered. “So I’m taking something from you.”
I pulled the now-stained blade out, watching her collapse, clutching at the wound, whimpering pleas.
I didn't stop.
I stabbed, again and again and again, with a practiced, methodical rhythm, the sound of the blade meeting flesh, bone, and wood the only music in the room.
Her blood sprayed across my face, warm and metallic. The floor became slick with it. Her breathing turned wet and gurgling.
I felt nothing but the final, satisfying release of pressure when she finally went still, her eyes vacant, the silence complete.
I let her body fall.
“God, you're no fun,” I whispered, disappointed by the lack of challenge, by the sudden emptiness of the scene.
But I wasn’t done.
“Whatever. Let's just hope you taste good in red velvet.”
I dragged her to the stainless steel table.
Her skin was pale, lips blue, eyes glassy.
“I hope you taste as sweet as she thinks you are,” I muttered.
I cleaned my knife, humming softly.
Then I began carving. I began the grueling, necessary task, the knife now taking on a new, utilitarian purpose.
Removing muscle. Fat. Bone.
Separating flesh like a butcher preparing fine meat.
Every cut was a final act of erasure, ensuring that the red velvet was the only true star of Wanda's birthday.
The smell of iron and raw meat filled the room, but I had grown used to it.
I marinated the chosen cuts with cocoa, sugar, vanilla.
Ground them into batter.
Mixed them with red coloring and cream cheese frosting.
Baked them into a perfect mini cake.
A labor of love.
A gift.
A punishment.
A masterpiece.
When I finally placed the finished cake into the box, I kissed the lid.
“Happy birthday, Wanda.”
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“That was like the best cake ever!” Wanda exclaimed, licking frosting from her finger, snapping me out of the vivid reconstruction.
“I'm glad that it tastes good,” I replied, taking a casual sip of water to hide the tremor in my hand and the genuine, satisfied smirk that threatened to break through my smile.
“I love it, thank you,” she finished, leaning back, blissfully unaware.
I raised my glass to my lips, pretending to drink.
I watched her swallow another bite.
Another piece of the woman she claimed to love.
I leaned back, satisfaction spreading through me.
I'm sure you really love it, Wanda. I thought, looking at the remnants of the red velvet and the faint, sweet trace on her lips. you’re eating the person you left me for. And you don’t even know it.
The perfect cake, the perfect revenge.
i should be in a psych ward or something. i'm actually really insane, it just doesn't look like it.
note: my request for unwritten fics on whispers of heartache are open! please note that it was inspired by the songs hence the titles, make sure it's connected!
The perfect descriptions of my reactions..... Not necessarily in order..... But like WTF 😱😈
All Roads Lead To
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
A Family of Her Own Series
8/10
Masterlist | General Masterlist
w/c: 4.1k
Summary: After the fall of the Avengers, Natasha Romanoff returns home to her secret family—a life she's carefully hidden away for years. Struggling to balance her role as a mother and wife while avoiding the dangers of her past, Natasha is forced to make difficult decisions that impact her loved ones.
This Chapter: Thanos has too much power in his hands and changes the world with a simple snap of his fingers. Set during Infinity War
How dare you 😭
NOOOOOO 😭😭

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Poor Grandma
this is seriously the one time I wish a video has sound.
Brilliant.
What the hell is this? :O
Me at 1000 years old
What do we say to the God of Death?
Not today.
I haven’t seen this post in YEARS so I forgot what it’s like. I nearly screamed.
Betty White when Death comes calling
Tried to find the original source (the vid description gives it… but are out of date or something)… Still, here it is, in full, with sound:
a) That is the creepiest Death I’ve ever seen in a moving format.
b) What the actual fuck did I just watch.
c) I’m always here for little old ladies curbstomping malevolent supernatural entities.
d) @pepperstrawberry is a HERO for finding and providing the full video.
Not Today
Hi hi, I saw you liked my prompt??? I'm in your asks because Tumblrs you don't follow can't DM you. Of you're interested in writting something feel free to send me a follow and I'll DM you or you can DM me. :)
Hi hi and of course. I can't think of much now but if I do I'll let ya know. I got ya with a follow as well 😁
I’m so fucking proud of him.
STORY. FINISHED. 🥺😭
Alexia, mi reinita, mi amor, mi todo | Alexia Putellas x Reader
A/N: Not me wanting to get this out still on Alexia's birthday like I'm turning an essay in at midnight. Ok honestly I would write a part two of this but that's only if people are interested. Again requests are closed for now.
So it's a little angsty, has a little hurt/comfort (I know this woman gives the best hugs let's be real), and some Alexia fluff.
Based on this prompt list: #4, #20
Warnings: Anxiety/panic attack symptoms
WC: 1860
Please let there be a second part. It hit me right in da 💔😭
MAGGIE NELSON | STAN LEE PRESENTS: MOSAIC (2007)
˚ ₊ ♡ ‧ ₊ girlfriend!maggie — headcanons x gn!reader. reblogs are greatly appreciated! ˚ ₊ ♡ ‧ ₊
Born in the year of 1990, Maggie Nelson, an aspiring teenage actress who dreams of making it into Broadway, gains incredible chameleon like powers after she is caught between an ancient Rune stone and a electrical storm accident.
Our heroine maggie's full name is margaret nelson. She's a beautiful seventeen year old student attending the highschool of dramatic arts in New York City. She is an adventurous and extremely happy spirited girl who's confident that she can do and accomplish anything. She's upbeat, quick witted, and high spirited but well grounded when dealing with important issues.
( p.s you can watch the full movie here via youtube but there are flashing lights involved, if you'd prefer to avoid that, check out this film review. )
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off limits (1) II a.putellas x leon!reader
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off limits II a.putellas x leon!reader
"hermanita!" (baby sister) you quickly stretched your arm away from your body as your sister jumped on top of you, sending her a glare as you wiped the rum off your arm and placed your now empty glass down on the table in front of you.
"me debes un trago idiota." (you owe me a drink idiot) you shook your head at her erratic nature, the girl grinning and pressing a kiss to your cheek as you elbowed at her, mapi only doing it again to annoy you further.
"ay mapi!" you whined and pushed her off, ingrid arriving as your savior and briefly distracting the tattooed girl beside you who peppered her lips with kisses. you gagged at the sight sticking your finger down your throat, earning yourself a laugh from a few of your team mates across the booth.
"no tengas celos. mucho para ti también hermanita!" (dont be jealous. lots for you too baby sister!) mapi grabbed at your face, repeatedly kissing all over it as you struggled to pull away. "maria! leave her be." ingrid chuckled, tugging her off of you as you wiped your face.
you met your girlfriends eyes across the table, the older girl hiding her amused smile behind the one drink she'd been babysitting the entire time you'd been at the club. you stuck your tongue out at her as her eyes rolled playfully, shaking her head and taking a tiny sip, though you were certain it would only be water in her glass anyway.
after a big win over real madrid the team had gone for a celebratory dinner, which had of course wound up being followed by going out to a club, your sister the main ringleader in dragging three quarters of the team out for a night of drinking and dancing.
your girlfriend took the most convinving of everyone, even just to come to dinner. it was hardly unknown knowledge that la reina didn't drink during the season, and you knew alexia well enough to know she'd much rather be tucked up in bed studying the match for any singular little faults she could find and correct, football was her life after all.
though with a pout and a very discreet kiss to the corner of her mouth she'd agreed to come for a little while. it certainly didn't help that no one knew you were together so you couldn't be all over one another like you wanted to, well most people didn't.
you'd almost beaten poor claudia into submission not to run and tell half the team when she'd caught the two of you mid makeout in the showers after you thought everyone had left. but you knew she'd told patri, simply just from the cheeky knowing smile sent your way by the girl when you were paired up with your captain for a drill at training that next morning.
ona and lucy had accidentally overheard a lovesick confession from you to your girlfriend about how your mornings weren't the same without waking up to cuddles and alexia cooking for you.
they had taken less convincing not to spill your secret, though you copped relentless teasing from your english teammate for the soft admission.
frido and ingrid had spotted the two of you out to dinner one night, tucked away and looking loved up in the back corner of a lesser known restaurant on the outskirts of barcelona.
you knew you were likely to cause poor ingrid stress from needing to keep this from her girlfriend, and you promised her that you would speak with alexia about coming forward with it all to mapi. though the norwegian girl knew your sister almost as well as you did and empathized with the fact that she was incredibly over protective, and would likely not react well.
but as the list of names who knew started to grow, so did yours and alexia's worries that it would get back to one person in particular.
alexia's best friend, who just also happened to be your older sister.
"ahora un beso de verdad. qué pasa con ese que está junto al bar?" (now for a real kiss. what about that one by the bar? or that one? or her? or that one looks promising?) your sisters arm settled over your shoulder, drawing you into her side as she hummed and her eyes scanned the room, pointing out various women one by one.
"ya te dije, no estoy interesado! deja de intentar venderme como a una vaca preciada." (i told you already, i am not interested! stop trying to sell me off like a prized cow) you shook your head, biting back a smile and rolling your eyes.
"una vaca preciada? alguien piensa muy bien de sí mismo." (a prized cow? someone thinks highly of themselves) your sister tutted with a cheeky grin, again pointing out more women as you denied each one, sending ingrid a pleading look as she hurried mapi off to the bar for another round.
"algunas de esas chicas no eran feas." (some of those girls were not ugly) a familiar raspy voice sounded in your ear, alexia using your sisters absence to shuffle around closer to you, her hand subtly squeezing your thigh under the table.
"ah, de verdad? tal vez deberías ir a buscar sus números-" (oh really? maybe you should go get their numbers-) you challenged, your own hand resting on top of hers, inching it higher up your leg as your girlfriend raised an eyebrow with a surprised smile.
"-la reina!" you finished with a smile, biting down on your bottom lip as alexia's hand moved under your dress, a singular finger tracing circles on your upper thigh, dangerously close to your underwear.
"vienes a bailar?" (come for a dance?) you nodded behind you to where most of your team mates were, alexia only chuckling in response. "sabes que no bailo, hermosa." (you know i don't dance, beautiful) your girlfriend tilted her head, hazel eyes darkening, hand still inching slowly upwards on your inner thigh.
"salgamos de aquí cariño." (lets get out of here darling) the older girl purred quietly with a suggestive smile. "ya? dónde está tu espíritu de equipo?" (already? where's your team spirit?) you teased with a grin.
"hermanita!" alexia's touch disappeared like magic as if it was never there, immediately shuffling further away from you and turning to speak with lucy and ona as mapi returned and sat right back down next to you.
"tu bebida." (your drink) your sister handed you a fresh glass as you smiled appreciatively, though really you wished you could slap her for the interruption.
"mi amiga! bailar conmigo?" (my friend, dance with me?) aitana appeared, holding out her hand, flanked by claudia and patri who cheered as you stood, the three of them dragging you away to the dancefloor.
you could feel alexia's eyes trained to you the entire time. it was probably a good thing your sister was so drunk because your girlfriend was hardly bashful in the way that her eyes roamed your body, narrowing as you were pulled in by a girl on the dance floor.
you kept your gaze locked with hers as you pushed yourself into the stranger, though careful not to allow her hands to roam your body as you held them, watching alexia's jaw clench, jealousy burning in her hazel orbs.
"quieres salir de aquí?" (want to get out of here?) you heard the girl ask as you pulled yourself away and shook your head. "contigo no, lo siento." (not with you, sorry) you replied with a smile before being tugged back to the table by claudia.
a few of your team mates had already headed home, and those who were left were far from sober. you were grateful on everyones behalf tomorrow was a recovery day off because there was sure to be some sore heads among the team tomorrow.
"voy a ir a casa chicas!" (im going to head home too girls) alexia announced standing to her feet, her eyes meeting yours for a moment with a familiar look, ignoring the boo's and jeers sent her way for the statement.
"creo que yo también, puedes llevarme a casa ale?" (i think i will too, can you give me a ride home ale?) you gently yanked your arm out of claudias grip, alexia nodding. "oh abucheo! perdedor perdedor." (oh boo! loser, loser) your sister chanted at you making you roll your eyes.
"algunos estamos cansados de marcar goles hermana!" (some of us are tired from scoring goals, sister) you teased, ruffling her hair as alexia moved beside you, the two of you making the rounds saying your goodbyes before heading for the exit.
things were silent between the two of you as you walked together toward her car, the summer night air warm against your skin, head buzzing lightly from the few drinks you'd had.
but that comfortable silence all changed the moment you slid into alexia's cupra, her hands were on you in an instant, lips exploring your own before moving to your neck, causing you to throw your head back with a moan of pleasure.
"tu lugar, o la mía querida?" (so your place or mine darling?)
~
feeling the light of a promisingly sunny day shine through the open window your eyes fluttered awake, wincing slightly and rolling over, grasping out for your girlfriend.
"buen día, mi amor." (good morning my love) her hand tangled in your hair, short nails scratching at your scalp as you hugged her bare leg, mumbling a greeting back into the tanned skin.
"porque estas despierto?" (why are you awake?) you sighed, turning your head to rest in her lap, looking up at her through squinted eyes. "studying." she answered with a smile, nodding to the tablet on the bedside table beside her, yesterdays match paused on the screen.
"estas loco." (you're crazy) you exhaled with a shake of your head, lips curling into a smile as alexia playfully flicked your forehead. "tal vez sobre ti." (maybe about you) alexia smiled tenderly, causing your cheeks to flush rosy pink at the admission.
"qué dirían todos si supieran que la reina es tan suave?" (what would everyone say if they knew the queen was so soft?) you teased, your girlfriend dipping her head, her lips ghosting yours, pulling away as you tried to kiss her.
"bésame!" (kiss me) you whined, pulling at her shirt needily. "mmm no." alexia shook her head with a cocky smile as you raised an eyebrow, within a few seconds you'd straddled her lap, pulling your own shirt over your head and watching as her eyes dropped down to your bare chest.
"mis ojos están aquí arriba bebé." (my eyes are up here baby) you tutted, the cocky smile now on your face as you pulled your head back when alexia leaned in to kiss you. "bésame." (kiss me) the girl ordered, her hand coming to cup the back of your neck.
"mmm no?" you teased, pretending to think about it, grinning as alexia rolled her eyes impatiently and pulled your lips to meet hers, her hand on the back of your neck meaning she was in control of when you pulled away.
you moaned into her mouth as her other hand traced your abs, slowly making its way downwards to where you really needed her as you rolled your hips into hers.
but everything halted as a series of sharp knocks on your door rang out and you pulled away, glancing out of your open bedroom door as alexia grabbed the back of your neck again, smashing her lips back to yours in a bruising kiss.
"ignoralo. ellos se irán!" (ignore it, they will go away) the older girl mumbled impatiently into the kiss, the knocking continuing and growing louder the longer you left it.
"hermanita! seguramente aún no estás durmiendo?" (baby sister, surely you are not still sleeping) an all too familiar voice rang out as you shoved alexia's hands off you, the two of you looking at each other with the same amount of fear and shock.
"mapi." you whispered in sync as you rolled off of her, hastily pulling your shirt back over your head and hunting around on the floor for your underwear. "bebé?" you heard a whistle and glanced up to see the blonde twirling them around on her finger with a slightly smug smile.
"mierda ale! no es el momento." (fuck ale, now is not the time) you hissed, snatching them off of her and smacking her shoulder with a glare. "lo siento, estoy tratando de aligerar el ambiente." (sorry, just trying to lighten the mood) the blonde rolled her eyes, but you could see she was equally as nervous as you were.
"dios mío mujer, apúrate!" (oh my god woman, hurry up) your sister shouted with a groan, fist now pounding against the door as you instructed alexia to stay in your bedroom and pulled the door closed, hurrying over.
"ahora no es un buen momento mapi." (now is not a good time mapi) you half opened the door with a forced smile, your sister scoffing with a roll of her eyes, shouldering her way past you and inside your apartment as you cursed under your breath.
"te traigo el desayuno y este es el agradecimiento que recibo?" (i bring you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?) she whistled and shook her head, pulling herself to sit up on the counter and gesturing to the two brown packages by her side.
"No estoy bien hoy. deberías ir!" (im not well today, you should go) you coughed, pointing to the door. "siempre has sido una mala mentirosa hermana!" (you have always been a bad liar sister) mapi grinned, unwrapping one of the breakfast sandwiches and nodding for you to do the same.
"mapi." you withheld a groan, dragging your hands down your face in frustration, the older girl always having been stubborn. "por qué estás tan ansiosa por que me vaya?" (why are you so eager for me to leave?) the tattooed spaniards eyes narrowed, scanning you suspiciously as you rolled your eyes.
"dios mío." (oh my god) she gasped suddenly, jumping off the counter as you raised a curious eyebrow at her behavior. "no estás aquí solo!" (you are not here alone) your sister realised, grinning like a cheshire cat and clapping her hands happily.
"qué? claro que soy yo." (what? of course i am) you scoffed, trying with every fibre of your being not to show how nervous you were at her words. "no. usted no!" (no. you are not) mapi sung out teasingly, suddenly grabbing at you and poking your neck making you hiss in pain, and then came the realisation.
"hickeys!" your sister laughed as you smacked her hands off and shoved her away. "entonces ¿quién es? alguien del club? pensé que te habías ido con alexia? furtivo!" (so who is it? someone from the club? i thought you left with alexia? sneaky!) the defender fired question after question at you.
"nadie, ahora lárgate!" (nobody, now get out) you huffed, trying to push her back towards the front door. "no. dile a tu amigo que salga y salude." (no. now tell your friend to come out and say hi) mapi yelled over your shoulder, easily shoving you away from her as she made a beeline for your bedroom door.
"mapi!" you grunted in annoyance, running at her and jumping on her back, your sister only laughing and easily shrugging you off, pushing you so you fell backwards onto the lounge.
"o salen o yo entro. el tiempo corre!" (they either come out, or i go in. time is ticking!) your sister yelled toward the door, crossing her arms over her chest as you heard the door unlock and buried your face in your hands.
slowly the handle turned and with an agonizing creak the door swung open, a very shameful looking blonde standing there with her arms folded over her chest, hair pulled up into a messy bun and your kit shorts on beneath her oversized shirt.
"...alexia?"
#hahaha ohh shit 😂😂
RIP Windham Rotunda. A.K.A Bray Wyatt. I often didn't understand your creativity or your characters, nor did I know how to take them. But one thing is for sure. You were one talented wrestler nonetheless.
Damn I didn't expect this. Rest in Peace Bray 🙏
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Built From Memories
Natasha x Reader, Yelena & Reader (Platonic).
Word Count: 4.5K
A/N: This is fluff I think. But it does include head trauma and a funeral. Part of a prompt off with @cuinaminute229 @writing-house-of-m and @wandsgale
Natasha died in May 2023. This is not a story about someone who died.
She was your best friend. A fellow Avenger. Your favourite person.
That’s how you came to know her sister.
Birthday Homage (Alexia Putellas x reader)
A/N: Here’s a little something in honour of Alexia’s birthday. I hope you guys like it.
4th February, the day you get to celebrate the life of your soul mate. If there is one person you are grateful for in this world, it is Alexia. From the day you met her you knew you were meant to have her in your life. Now 10 years later you thank the universe for that day.
“Feliç Aniversari mi amor” you whisper into Alexia’s ear.
The Catalonian sun had just started to peak through the blinds in your bedroom but the birthday girl showed no signs of waking up, she was way too comfy in your arms.
“Alexia” you place a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear “it’s your birthday, time to wake up”
A small groan let’s you know she is slowly waking up. Her hands move to squeeze yours, which are wrapped around her waist.
“Bon día” she turns so that she is facing you.
For a few seconds the two of you stay silent. It is something that happened in specific moments. You took the time to appreciate one another.
“It’s my birthday” a small grin appears on Alexia’s face “and you have a game” the grin falters slightly.

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Wild Ride Part 2
Y/N and Alexia texted for weeks after the event. Their schedules were all over the place, especially after Alexia received her second Ballon d'Or. On a random evening, Alexia took advantage of her afternoon off and FaceTimed Y/N out of the blue.
The midfielder, happy that she could see Y/N's face for the first time in a week in something else than an Instagram post or from a news outlet, waived to her favourite racing driver "Hiiii" she exclaimed. Shocked as she realised Y/N was still in bed and appeared to be topless. "I caught you in a bad time huh" she laughed nervously. "Um... no I just woke up don't worry" the driver laughed rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake up "Oh I gotta get ready to catch my flight actually" the driver added.
Alexia, who started to pout, tried to keep the driver on FaceTime for a little longer "Aw really? And you are going to leave me here all lonely with nothing to do?". The driver, who had gotten to know Alexia's mischievous side quickly realised what the midfielder was implying "If you want my media team to get a show go right ahead hottie" she teased sending the midfielder a wink. "There is someone there with you?" Alexia asked worried at the possible answer Y/N could give her "What!? Nooo" the driver laughed before she changed the topic "I'm sure I'm getting a room for my home race in a couple of days ya know" she started "You could make that room feel a little less lonely" the driver added inviting the midfielder.
Alexia started to blush "Oh- Actually I already have tickets for the race" she bragged as she recomposed herself "There is some hot driver racing for a team I'm ambassador for" she added teasing the driver back "Hot you say.. now would you introduce me to said driver?" the driver played into Alexia's teasing.
The driver got ready for her flight as she chatted to the Barcelona midfielder on FaceTime making sure she got her to sit in the VIP stands of the Cupra team.
Being their home race, the Cupra team got the race track all to themselves the night before race day, so as per Cupra tradition, the team rode their bicycles for a whole lap, talking about possible strategies. Y/N, who had invited Alexia out on track opted to walk "Why are we the only ones walking" asked the midfielder clearly confused "Well you just started your recovery for your knee" the driver replied "I didn't want you to force it for a silly ride out on track" she added. The midfielder was stunned at how considerate Y/N was "So you decided to break your team's tradition" she teased "Hey-" the driver replied giving Alexia a slight nudge "I could just leave you out here alone in the middle of the night and ride with them" she added.
The two of them kept joking around as they made their way around the track, when they got back to the pits, Y/N was called to their team's dinner "You hungry?" Y/N asked the midfielder leaning her phone away from her mouth. The midfielder nodded "Add one more to the table please" Y/N said before she hung up. "We shouldn't make them wait long" the driver said "They are like gremlins when not fed" she joked leading Alexia to the elevator.
The elevator stopped abruptly making Alexia scared "WHA- what is happening" the midfielder grabbed onto the drivers arm "Don't worry" Y/N tried to calm the midfielder down, bringing the Barcelona player closer to her body, "There is an emergency line for a reason" she added. "Hi- um we are stuck in the elevator" the driver talked to the emergency line "Yes, remain calm, help is on their way" the caller replied making small talk with the two stars.
Alexia, who was still scared, held on to the driver harder. "So... does the elevator have cameras?" Y/N asked the emergency line, the voice on the other side of the call laughed "No, no we aren't allowed to film inside the elevator" they replied. "Great! Well we will leave you to you other emergencies" the driver joked, politely insinuating that they wanted to be left alone.
"She was flirty huh" Alexia mumbled, her neck buried in Y/N's neck "I sense some jealousy coming from somewhere" the driver joked "I- I just can't point at the source" she added as she grabbed Alexia's face. Pointing to her cheek "From here? I don't think so" she said, looking at Alexia's eyes "Nope not from here either" she added before she placed a finger on the midfielder's lips "Oh maybe-" the driver kissed Alexia as she pulled away the midfielder replied cheekily "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..." she pulled the driver in for another kiss "Might as-well make the best of it" she added.