#mcufic

Nate’s pain is bad. Wade and Frank come up with a plan to try and ease some of his suffering.

Tags: Mature, Fluff, Throuple, Drugs, Drug Use, Edibles, Bathing, Dirty Talk, Flirting, Chronic Pain, TO Virus, MCU Verse

Summary - Wanda finds out about your crush on the scarlet witch. That's it.

A/N- Hey you all! Hope you are all doing well.

Just wanted to post this as a Birthday Gift from me to you all (it was my bday a few days ago). I know it's been awhile but I will try to be more active now.

Please stay on this journey with me and keep supporting me. It means the world to me especially when I disappear here and there. Just bear with me a little.

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Warning - heavy makeout session, i forgot the name suddenly but throat grabbing kink? Can't recall the name just that it starts with C, and lots of quarrel between Wanda and you that's it. Please don't flag me. It is my bday.

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BETRAYAL (Six of Crows // Wylan x OC) WHEN THE LIGHTS FLICKER (Stranger Things Rewrite w/ OCs) THE HEIST IN FIERDA (Six of Crows Rewrite w/ OCs)

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Six of Crows

A Rainy Day (wylan x gn!reader)

Fnaf

Wakey Wakey (mike schmidt x m!reader)

Marvel

Baby Steps (wanda maximoff x gn!reader) More Than You Know (natasha romanoff x gn!reader) One Day at a Time (Scarlett Johansson x gn!reader, Lizzie Olsen x gn!reader, Florence Pugh x gn!reader) Nothing Like A Sister's Love (kate bishop x sibling!reader)

Golden Trio

Nightmare (fred weasley x lupin!fem!reader)

Stranger Things

Scars and All (steve harrington x fem!reader

Maze Runner

Not So Tough (gally x fem!reader

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Steve Harrington

Driving with Steve

Anxiety Attack

His Head Trauma

Rain knocked on her shop window on a dull, cold Thursday as she sat behind the counter, chin in hand, listening to the tiny tv in the corner.

“… confirmed that Tony Stark, billionaire industrialist and former CEO of Stark Industries, has been spotted checking into New York-Presbyterian Hospital just last night. Mr. Stark seemed to be on a temporary hiatus this past month, and this is his first public spotting since a Stark Tech press conference in October. While witnesses claim he was not in critical condition, the exact source of his injury has remained undisclosed. Recent reports have linked his condition to the Avengers initiative and related S.H.I.E.L.D activity, an organization currently under the leadership of Director Nicholas Fur-“

The tv powered off with a click as she let out a loud sigh, stretching her feet.

Hearing the news about Tony felt strange. Somehow, that short meeting she had with him made her worry about him in a way she wouldn’t have before. This kind of thing was on the news all the time, public speculations about the most recent Avengers activity, but having met Tony it just felt more real.

In more personal news, it had been over a month since Steve came to visit. When he didn’t call or text within the first few days, she started to worry that maybe she had scared her off by giving him her number, or by telling him that she knew who he was.

By the second week, she was beating herself over it — could she have pushed him away by being too impatient?

But by the third week, she was angry. Could he seriously not have given her a text, a call, just to tell her he wasn’t interested? She thought he was different, or maybe she had just wanted him to be different. There was one brief thought that had passed her mind while watching the news about Tony — could his hiatus have something to do with Steve ghosting her?

Maybe they weren’t related at all.

Maybe it was just a bad coincidence.

Maybe he just didn’t want to call.

Pushing the thoughts away from her mind, she glanced outside, clutching tighter to her cup of London Fog — earl grey tea and lavender foam, a touch of vanilla syrup.

It was coming down even harder, and dark clouds were starting rolling over the sky even though the clock read just past 7. She wrapped the cardigan around her waist tighter, standing up to close up shop early.

As she reached the door, she saw a tall figure with a hoodie pulled low, quickly rounding the corner. Before she could expect the worst, she caught a glimpse of the face, barely visible in the dark.

“Steve?”

He seemed startled, lifting his head and coming to an abrupt stop in front of her. “Hi” his deep voice barely audible in the rain, she had to squint to confirm that it was him. 

“I… c-come in!” His clothes were soaked through, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He nodded in appreciation as she let him step in and closed the door behind him.

“Do you.. want some coffee, or a blanket maybe?”

Or a new change of clothes? He must be freezing, she thought.

“No no, thank you I’m good. I just…” He sighed, voice rougher than usual, face still tucked under the hoodie.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here… in a while.”

Yeah, a month.

“It’s just that I…” he glanced off to the side, hand rubbing the back of his neck — he was nervous.

But about what? Maybe he was here to let her down gently. Like ‘hey, sorry I ghosted you for a whole month after you gave me your number. I could have texted or called, but nope, I didn’t. Anyway, the answer’s no. Bye!’

“I’ve just been a bit… preoccupied these past few weeks. I should’ve called you but-“ Steve sighed, glancing up.

At that gesture, the dim cafe lights caught this face from underneath the hood, and she couldn’t help but let out a loud gasp at the sight.

His entire face was bruised black and blue — a huge, dark red gash on his cheek, a bruise and a small bump on the bridge of his nose like it’s been broken, and a split lip.

“Holy shit, Steve, w-what happened?”

A momentary look of confusion replaced by realization.

“Oh this is just a…” Steve let out a small laugh to himself. She didn’t get the joke.

“…an occupational hazard” He made it out to sound more like a question, but it clicked for her nonetheless.

Tony Stark, the most public figure out of all of the Avengers, withdrawing from any and all public appearances for the last few weeks, for the same amount of time Steve stopped visiting. The rumors about new Avengers activity. Tony Stark’s ‘return’ last night. Everything made sense now, and she felt a huge sense of relief wash over her.

It wasn’t a coincidence.

He had meant to call back.

“I…” she was still stunned, attention still mostly absorbed by how messed up his face looked. Still insanely handsome, though.

“I don’t mean to keep you for long. I know it’s late. I just wanted to apologize for not calling earlier and…” A deep breath as she held hers.

“I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner tomorrow, with me.”

At the absolutely nauseating yet wonderful feeling in her gut, she was sure that her heart had dropped straight down to her stomach.

After a few seconds had passed, during which she stood there gaping like a silent idiot, Steve nodded, dash of disappointment flashing across his face, and turned around to leave.

“Wait, Steve” she all but yelled, hand frantically landing on his forearm in an attempt to hold him back. He looked back at her, her hand retracting just as quickly as she’d extended it.

“Uhm…” she fidgeted under his gaze. She was never good at this kid of stuff. Was she really going to do this?

“Have you… have you eaten yet?”

He shook his head out of the corner of her eye.

“I was just about to close. Did you want to get dinner… now?”

Steve smiled, about to nod his head, before his smile faltered. “I would love to, I really would” he said, seeming the most exasperated she’s ever seen him. “It’s just that. I can’t really go out looking like…” he gestured to his face and the rest of his ensemble, dripping-wet hoodie and sweats, sneakers squeaking unpleasantly from the rain.

At the frustration on his bruised face, she smiled.

“Who said anything about going out?”

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"Nope, nope, nope. Not today, nope."

"Come on, Clint, we can take them. We can."

And the thing is, Clint knows, as he bodily drags Natasha away from the oncoming swarm of cutthroats and mercenaries thirsting for their blood, that they could, normally, take them, yes.

Normally.

Today is not a normal day.

Today, both their equilibriums are shot to hell from a close range explosion that they managed to escape without serious injuries or dying by the skin of their teeth. Today, right this moment, Clint is entirely out of arrows and things to use as arrows, and Nat is down to only one Widow's Bite and not much else.

Today, they're shit out of luck unless they make it to the safehouse ASAP, and he'll be damned if he lets Natasha try and play the hero just because she sometimes doesn't know when to damn well quit and regroup. Stubborn ass.

He snorts as she tries to pry herself free of his grip. "Come on, there aren't even-" She starts, and yeah, no.

"There's at least forty of them, and only two of us, and guess what, Nat? They're armed to the teeth. We're not."

"We've been in worse scenarios," she insists, all bull-headed self-assuredness. Clint wants to scream a little bit. Or maybe knock her out, throw her over his shoulder, and continue running.

Word count: 1564

of all of the things that Makkari loves most dearly in this world, only two of them trump her love for reading: 1) Druig, and 2) when Druig reads to her. she discovered the latter one cold night, after she had a particularly bad nightmare.

they were all standing on the beach. they had beat their enemy, but they hadn’t won— Druig was gone. Makkari feels like a shell, her soul empty from the weight of the irreplaceable loss, yet heavy with guilt that she couldn’t save him. she wishes Ikaris had killed her too. 

suddenly she feels a familiar heartbeat. at first she thinks she was imagining it. but then she feels it again, more clear this time. no… it couldn’t be. unless…

she turns around reluctantly. her knees nearly buckle at the sight of a familiar figure walking towards her. she can’t tell if he’s real or not, but she meets him halfway across the demolished beach. Druig— her Druig— was stood before her, seemingly fine sans a few scrapes and cuts on his face and a noticeable limp. but those injuries were minor and inconsequential compared to the fact that he was alive, alive for her. his eyes were still bright, his smile was still happy as ever at the sight of her.

she falls into his familiar arms that have come to feel like home. she burrows her head into the crook of his neck and cries, cries for the love they almost didn’t have. cries for the chance at a happy life that was almost taken from them. she squeezes Druig lightly as if he would fade away if she let him go. he strokes her hair slowly, and Makkari can feel him whispering words of reassurance into her ear. the soft murmur of his heartbeat eases her anxiety… he was there. 

she forgets how long they’ve been stood like that but suddenly his body feels cold against her. she didn’t notice when his hand had stopped running through her hair and his soft voice had been silenced. 

she pulls away and sees his skin gray and his eyes rolled back inside his head. his pale face was covered in dark red blood that oozed out of a deep gash across his forehead. his nose was bleeding and his lips were cut up. Makkari releases an inaudible scream, throwing his limp body away from her.

•

she jolted upright in bed, drenched in a thick blanket of cool sweat. hot flashes wash over her like waves in a vicious cycle, again and again, as she struggled to manage her breathing. she couldn’t control the stream of tears that escaped her eyes if she wanted to. when the warm tears met the curve of her lip on the way down her face, she was left with a bitter, salty taste in her mouth. her vision was blurred and she could feel her body shaking. she pressed her hands to her face, squeezing her eyes shut with her palms in attempt to rid her mind of the horrific images she had just seen.

Druig heard her hyperventilating next to him and immediately jolted awake. he was out of bed and on the other side of the room within seconds, kneeling on the ground in front of her side of the bed. he placed a careful hand on her knee, shaking her gently to get her attention.

“Makkari, look at me.” he said as he signed her name on her leg, hoping she would understand, hoping she felt the vibration of his voice and knew that he was there. 

to Druig’s disappointment, this only made her cry harder, though, her hands shaking where they were pressed over her eyes. she brought her knees to her chest and dug her head in between them, hiding her face from his sight. 

panic set in the pit of Druig’s stomach— panic because he wasn’t sure how to calm her down. he hadn’t ever seen her in this state before and he would have been lying if he said it didn’t absolutely terrify him.

he readjusted his position on the floor, shifting closer towards her.

“Makkari, you’re okay. just take a deep breath. try and control your breathing, my love.” he wasn’t sure how to help her. he didn’t know what to say or what to do. but, he knew that breathing helped him whenever he had a nightmare, and so hopefully, hopefully, it could help her too. 

his hopes were crushed when she shook her head side to side frantically. she lifted her head slightly to look at him, but she was more looking through him.

“i can’t breathe.” she signed with shaking fingers, finally releasing her hands from her face. there were red marks around her eyes from where her palms were pressed, nails dug into her forehead. Druig’s heart broke at the sight of her resolve. he felt tears rise in his throat, but he quickly swallowed them down. he had to be in the moment with her, not breaking down himself. he knew she was counting on him to be strong for the both of them in that moment. 

Druig furrowed his brow and moved every so slightly closer to her, careful as if not to scare or startle her. as painful as it was seeing her like this, as much as he just wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let her go, he knew better.

“no, you’re okay. i promise you’re okay. i’m here.” he gently places his hand on her chest, right near her heartbeat, hoping that the weight of his hand would ground her. “as long as i’m here, you can breathe. you’re okay. okay? i promise.” his voice became softer with each word he spoke. Makkari had never felt his voice this soft, ever. it surprised even Druig himself.

he continued to rub soothing circles around her back, whispering reassuring words to her. eventually, her crying died down, her shaking stopped, and her breathing evened out. eventually, she caught her breath and Druig saw her muscles relax as she started taking deep breaths.

“there you go, come back to me.” he encouraged as she regained her bearings. eventually she unfurled her legs and wiped her face with the back of her sleeve. slowly she released her hands from where she had them pressed over her face, and let them fall into her lap. Druig took this opportunity to hold her hands in his, rubbing random patterns  over her soft, tear-stained knuckles. 

after a few moments, or it could’ve been a few hours, Druig didn’t know, he didn’t care— Makkari gave him a nod that said ‘I’m okay now.’ Druig breathed a sigh of relief as Makkari’s eyes met his for the first time that night. he couldn’t control the smile that formed from his mouth from the sight of her. despite her pink, blotchy skin, red eyes swollen from crying, her messy hair, and her face drenched in soggy tears, she looked as mesmerizing as ever. she was, in that moment and always, his beautiful Makkari. 

he placed a tender kiss on the back of her hand before rising to his feet, untangling their hands in the process. her skin there became cold from the missing connection of their entwined fingers. her curious eyes followed him across the room as he pulled something out from one of her dresser drawers. between the blurriness in her eyes from crying, and the dark of the night, she could hardly make out the object in his hands.

he returned to his usual spot on his side of the bed. that’s when she saw he was holding a book— her favourite one in particular, about the Chinese Shang dynasty. he stretched out his left arm, inviting her to cuddle. she took the invitation immediately, nuzzling her head into his warm chest. she used the familiar vibration patterns of his heartbeat to ground herself back into reality, back to the four walls of their shared bedroom, back to Druig’s safe arms.

he opened the book and started reading aloud, slowly. although she could not hear his voice, she understood him in different ways. she closed her eyes and let the soothing sound of the vibrations of his voice wash over her. his familiar voice was comforting, and lulled her back to sleep. for the rest of the night, she only saw good dreams. 

•

since then, her nightmares were few and far between, thankfully. Makkari adored when Druig read for her. it was intimate and special. no one else’s voice vibrations were as familiar or comforting for her as Druig’s were. reading was one of her favourite things in the world. now it had become something that they could share, and that made her treasure the pastime even more.

but, for Druig, it was so simple. just read. he thought that was the least he could do for her. he’d do anything to make up for their lost time together. but if that’s what comforted her, then that’s what he’d do. if this small gesture was what she loved, he’d read to her forever. 

genre: fluff? angst? fluffy angst?

word count: 1.8k

warnings: depictions of sleeplessness + nightmares buttttt these things r sort of rectified by the end :) also, reader’s gender is never mentioned

translations: (дорогой); dorogoy = sweetheart / dear

(детка) detka = baby

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After being awoken by visions of death, you break down into tears. Ever since your powers had manifested themselves, any night you managed to get some sleep was filled with nightmares. Natasha’s room was adjacent to yours and knowing her to be a light sleeper like yourself, you engulf your face with a pillow to keep quiet. Wanda had long theorized that your nature manipulation abilities came from some sort of mystical connection with the consciousness of the Earth. You had no way of knowing if such a thing even existed, but your incessant dreams of fire and destruction made you think she was on to something. What you did know was that it helped a great deal to have another magically inclined person to talk to. Each night, you wonder why these abilities had to choose you. You were at least somewhat happier living your mundane life in your small, rural hometown. Tonight, though, all you could think about was how you wished Wanda was here to hold you. 

Your tears eventually subside as you look over to your clock and read 3:48 AM. You let out a long, heavy sigh. Not even three hours of rest. You had never felt like you belonged in the Avengers’ compound, let alone on their world-threatening missions. 

But spending time with Wanda always soothed those thoughts, at least for the time being. Recently, though, time with Wanda had started to feel like an acting exercise. All you could think about was your growing feelings for her, and how you knew she would reject them if you ever mustered the courage to be honest. Although you loved her company, you felt so nervous around her lately. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with your fruitless romantic thoughts.

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You are drawn out of your thoughts by the sound of metallic scraping at your large bedside window accompanied the growing glare of the sun. Stark’s ridiculous automatic blinds.

What a waste of rare earth metals, you find yourself thinking.

The billionaire was always intimidating to you, so you never asked him how to reprogram their timing. And you would never dare to ask the red, snobby A.I. machine that seemed to have an obsession with Wanda, though she would never notice. Perhaps it was your connection to the natural world that turned you off from the Vision, or perhaps you were right to hold reservations against a being that was created by a combination of Ultron, a retired war profiteer, a mad scientist, and a rock from space.

After putting on a comfortable but flattering outfit, you gather yourself and take a deep breath before heading downstairs to dinner. Steve and Wanda were usually the only ones you saw awake at sunrise, but you had heard that Nat always trained from sunrise until noon. As you turn the corner to the kitchen, you see Wanda sitting at the dinner table hardly awake. Steve, on the other hand, was working in the kitchen bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever. Steve sharply inhaled at the sight of you. Did you really look that tired?

“Y/N, good morning. Coffee?” Steve asks.

“Definitely,” you lazily reply as Steve goes to grab a mug. “Let me guess, eggs and toast?”

Steve stops and steps to the side in an effort to conceal the toaster and stovetop.

“Perhaps you and Wanda could handle breakfast this morning?” Steve says as he turns around to hand you a full, steaming mug.

You nervously turn to Wanda as she struggles to keep her eyes open with her head resting on her hand. She smiles at the sight of you, and you feel warmth rise in your cheeks.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Wanda manages to say in the sweetest voice you think you have ever heard.

“Good morning,” you can’t help saying without a smile, “how does a professional grade smoothie sound?”

Wanda’s eyes perk up as much as she can muster. “I’ll press the buttons on the blender,” she says.

Steve chuckles. He notices the smiles of Wanda and you slightly fade at his distracting sound. “Why don’t I get out of you two’s hair,” he says as exits with mug in hand.

Shit, you think. Am I being that obvious?

“What was that about?” you say, feigning confusion to break the silence. Had it been two seconds or twenty?

“Oh, who knows,” she says sleepily, “I try not to worry about the actions of a hundred-year-old man.” Her accent was becoming less and less noticeable in the past few months, but it was always stronger early in the morning.

You let out a small laugh as you attempt to not get lost in the sound of her voice. “How about I make you some tea and then we’ll work on smoothies?” you are brave enough to ask.

Wanda tilts her head slightly as her lips curl into a smile. “That would be lovely, Y/N, thank you,” she said with closed eyes. 

You smile back and quickly turn to get to work, hiding your hopelessly blushed face. By the time the kettle screeches, you have nearly every fruit and vegetable in the all-too-sparse kitchen arranged on the counter. While filling Wanda’s favorite mug, you nearly drop everything as you feel her hand lightly touch your upper back.

“Hey, that’s my favorite mug!” Wanda excitedly exclaims.

You smile as you hand her the mug. Her fingers brush against yours as the mug trades ownership.

She catches your eyes. “How did you know?” she asks curiously.

“I-I just always see you with it.”

“You notice that?” she says, lightly scrunching her nose with a smile.

“Um, yeah I guess so,” you say forcing a smile.

“That’s really sweet, Y/N,” she says as she steps closer to you. “You know, you’ve been so weird around me lately. Is everything okay? Are your nightmares troubling you?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all.” It was getting hard to maintain eye contact.

“Y/N, I can read minds, remember? You know I would never invade yours, but I can’t help but feel your emotions like a wave.”

You watched as her hand went to your chin. She gently lifted your head to meet her gaze.

“Hey, let’s make these smoothies, okay? Then we’ll go watch something in my room, yeah?” she asks, and you feel your body relax.

“Yeah,” your smile genuine this time.

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Wanda closed the door to her room with one hand and a glass full of smoothie in the other. You sit yourself on the foot of her bed. Being in Wanda’s room always made you feel better.

Wanda turned around, “Hey, no, you need to lay down. Steve is well-mannered enough to not say anything, but I can see you’re exhausted, dorogoy.”

Your stomach always seemed to sink at the name. “I can’t even finish my smoothie?” you ask jokingly.

She giggles at the comment. “Okay, okay, of course. Maybe I’m too worried about you.”

“Me? Don’t worry about me.”

“Well, you’re one to talk. You happen to know my favorite mug.” Noticing your anxious feelings rise, Wanda grabbed your half-finished smoothie and placed it on her coffee table. As you curiously watched her movements, you couldn’t help but think that she would probably call it a tea table instead. Next thing you knew, she pulled the covers up and got into her bed. “Come here,” she said with her arms reaching out to you.

You knew your face had to be as red as the energy Wanda so delicately produced with her hands. You gave in and crawled under the covers. Wanda was lying to your left, closer to you than she had ever been. You felt her warmth as she laid her head on your chest.

“Oh my gosh,” Wanda giggled. “Your heart is beating so fast,” she said gently.

“Sorry,” you said.

Wanda sighed after a moment. “Can we be honest with each other?”

“Always,” you quickly reply.

“Evidently not,” she said jokingly. “You know, I can see you when you look at me that way you do. You have been for a while now.”

Is this really happening?

“Wanda, I-” you paused to take a breath. “You have been so kind to me since I’ve been here. Aside from you, I feel alone here. I-”

“No, no, Nat is your friend too,” Wanda said as she unfortunately removed her head from your shoulder to look at you. Your discontent with the loss of her lying on you instantly melted when you saw her hazel eyes so close to your own.

“Yes, true, but...” you trailed off and looked away from Wanda’s eyes.

“But? But what?” Wanda said, forcing herself into your view.

You caught her gaze again. “But I don’t care about her the way I do with you.”

Wanda’s face instantly softened into a smile. “I care about you too. I’m glad to hear you say it.” She slowly moved a hand to brush your cheek with the back of her fingers. “Y/N, I’ve never known anyone like you. Being with you feels like...” she paused to think and met your eyes again. “It feels like home.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Almost unconsciously, and considerably slowly, you move your hand to hold her face. She leans into your hand the moment it touches her soft skin. A hum escapes from her as she closes her eyes.

“Y/N, I can feel your emotions, you know. They’re far more tangible to me than anyone else’s and... I feel the same way about you, dorogoy.” she lifted her face from your grasp and turned to lightly place a kiss on the base of your palm.

She laid her arms on your chest and placed her chin onto her forearm, her beautiful face centimeters away from your own.

“Oh, kiss me, detka.”

You lean into her, her lips eagerly meeting yours. You can taste the sweetness of her from the smoothie you had all but forgotten about until now. After several moments embracing each other, you break the kiss to look at her once more.

The two of you sit there for a moment, perfectly content to do nothing but look into each other’s eyes.

“Now then, let’s take a nap, hm? You deserve it.” she said. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep with your arm wrapped around her.

You gently awoke to find sun’s brightness had increased exponentially. But the overwhelming light was nothing compared to the sight of the smiling woman you found next to you, gazing lovingly at you.

“How’d you sleep?” Wanda said with a hint of pride in her voice.

“I slept... great,” you were surprised to find yourself saying.

“You didn’t have any bad dreams. I can sense it,” Wanda couldn’t help herself from saying.

“Bad dreams?” You let out a deep exhale and smiled at her. “I don’t think I’ll be having very many bad dreams when I’m next to you, love.”

Wanda grinned and wrapped her arms around your neck. She placed a kiss on the tip of your nose and giggled. “Let’s finish those smoothies.”

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