#maeve.

This party was a complete drag. A sodding mistake and she knew it, she knew it from the get-go. The only reason why she was here was to show off to all the pricks that kept teasing her and made a joke out of her. Fuck them. She was a famous writer now with a contract with Pr.ime to get her books on TV with gorgeous actors in all shapes and sizes and nationalities. It was going to be great. She'd even get to do a cameo or two--or play the modiste, which was her own personal inner joke. Sodding fuckers the lot of them.

Except Wanda. Wanda she liked. Pietro she loved though he was also a fucker. He was dead now so Maeve guessed she had to slow it down on the curses. She never really saw Wanda as a royal because she didn't see herself as one. They were a working family with an army dad and a teacher mom, they were awfully normal. Ethan was always like a father to her, more than the man who had vanished from their lives when she was 8 and Magda always made Maeve her favorite foods when she visited, and sent her homemade eclairs before finals. She was a trooper, made Maeve feel like one more of them, minus the russian royal blood of course.

Unfortunately, Wanda hadn't been able to make it to this goddamn party because she had fallen ill. Mave had offered to take care of her but Wanda wouldn't let her, she wanted her friend to go and gloat and send her all the pictures and bring the gossip on everyone and Maeve, dutiful as ever, complied.

She was regretting it now though, after her third gin tonic and hundredth selfie with people that used to taunt and torment her, now all fans of her work, wanting to hear who was getting cast as Lord Edmund. Ha. As if she'd tell.

scarlet: this is, in words of the hated and loathed ronal.d weasley A BLOODY NIGHTMARE WANDA. you better be sick and getting pampered by that king of yours or so help me.

Kit felt clammy all over. Since he received a call from the cops this morning, informing him they wanted to ask him more questions, he hasn’t been able to get anything done. Not pay attention in class. Not do the slightest bit of school work. Even eating felt like a chore. The chocolate chip muffin he ordered and taken a bite out of abandoned in its wrapper before him. He probably just needed to talk to someone about this. Though the one person he would usually go to for that sort of conversation... they weren’t exactly talking. Groaning, he dropped his head into his hand, digging his forehead into his palm in a silent plea for the anxiety he’s felt since the call to leave him already. When he pulled back to sit up again, he caught a familiar flash of red among the students in his line of vision and something stirred in him. He chased after it, abandoning his seat ( and muffin ) to approach her. “Maeve, hey–” He greeted, tense fingers pressed to the pockets of his jeans. “Did you, um. Did you get called in for a second interview too?”

She had money and success and two books that people loved. She had been in magazine covers. Her friends were few and trustworth it, unlike most people in the business. Men were still the plague of her existence..

So, so horrible.

She was tired of dates, empty hookups and ghosting or getting ghosted. Being single and in her 30s in this decade was a disappointing and exhausting thing and she had decided she was simply done. She had gotten eggs frozen for whenever & didnt need a partner, thats what sperm banks were for.

All she had to do was deliver a draft of her new book, the third in the romance novel saga that was no longer a steampunk au of the m.arvel and dc multiv erse but a lovely world of her own making, with characters that didn't do 180s for the sake of subverting expectations.

And she had nothing, absolutely nothing to show for and was panicking. One of her friends recommended a house swapping app and she suddenly felt that'd make good reality TV and giggled to herself--that is until she spotted a lovely A-frame house cottage in the middle of nowherw, New York. New York was somewhere she had enjoyed visiting albeit briefly when her second book got big. And this was a lovely place. So she texted the owner and they hit it right off. 12 hours later she was all packed, ticket booked and her house keys were given to her brother Seamus so he'd show Raya around and help her in whatever she needed.

Getting to the house proved a little nerve racking but after 2 hours on a train that reminde her of Steve in The first avenger she made it to a lovely little town that had almost no mentions of Valentine's day which was still weeks away but Galway went a little hard in that day and she just couldn't handle it, not when she had a romance book to write and no romance of her own.

"Once she rrached the house she took a selfie and sent it to Seamus & Raya and after getting some groceries she settled for a night of wine and hot chocolate by the nice fireplace. She could feel the ideas coming with this setting and felt a littlw lonely but it was manageable.

A loud thud woke her up and it took her a few moments to remember where she was but once she did she grabbed the fire poker and headed towards the door--or better yet towards the intruder waving the poker at him while screaming loudly incoherent things. "You. Are. Trespassing. Get out or Ill break your legs! Arms! Something!"