in love with wanda maximoff

my rules

requests are open:)

only women! I will not write for a male reader or character.

will write for: marvel women (wanda, natasha, yelena, rio, agatha). love quinn (YOU series), billie eilish (swarm eva), renee rapp (leighton murray, reginia george), cairo sweet (millers girl), emily prentiss (criminal minds), the actors of these characters and other roles they may play, any natasha lyonne character (nicky nichols, nadia vulvokov, megan bloomfield, charlie cale), caitlin todd (ncis), villanelle (killing eve), cersei lannister(got) etc (just ask and i'll lyk if I can write about them)

no homophobia or racism.

will not write about reader having disabilities (just a boundary because I don't think I would communicate how the disability is or how it can affect someone)

no gross stuff (very vague but I will tell you if it makes me uncomfy)

my works

🥰-fluff, 😭-angst, 🖤-dark

Neighbor: Love QuinnxfemReader

Undercover: Emily PrentissxfemReader

Party: Wanda MaximoffxfemReader

Prison: Nicky NicholsxfemReader

The Boss: Natasha RomanoffxfemReader

A/n: this has been in the drafts for a while. i haven't posted in a while, so i apologize for that.

Ceo!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lowkey toxic, mentions of friends, and a lot of people getting fired, mean boss, toxic boss, and demanding job

A/n: also this is quite short and has no romance yet

The sun had just begun to rise, the pinkish glow covering the empty office floor. You were barely awake, slowly sipping on your healthy caffeine alternative that your roommate bought. You preferred not to drink coffee unless it was necessary. You had still gotten your boss a coffee before getting to the workplace. Although your usual spot wasn't open yet, since you had to arrive at work early.

As you sat at your desk, you would glance at your boss's office. The blinds are normally open, so you could see your boss sipping her black coffee. Her brows furrowed at the work she was reading. Her red hair was tucked behind her ear, and her pen was resting in her tattooed hands.

She was the richest woman in the US and was someone you looked up to before starting to work for her company. She was a handful to say the least, making you work hours after everyone had left and giving you impossible tasks. Today would be no different.

She had emailed you a simple ‘come to my office.’ You got up from your chair and walked over to her office door, entering quietly as she talked on the phone. She took her time to finish the call, making you wait for a while. As she spoke, you took note of the new scent in the office; Natasha must be wearing a new vanilla perfume, as it normally smells of sandalwood.

Your eyes scanned across her desk, taking in the messy but still organized papers. You assumed she was about to hand them all to you to finish before lunch. Your eyes darted back up to Natasha's face as she harshly declared to the other person that she would deal with this later. She ended the call with a small huff, then finally looked at you. Her eyes brightened, and her mouth formed a small comforting smile.

“My dear, could you send me an email? I don't have the time to fully write it out, but here is an outline and who to send it to.” You nodded with a smile and grabbed the outline, thinking that she might be in a good mood today. “Anything else, Ms. Romanoff?” She shook her head and began to sit back in her seat. You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you walked back to your desk.

As you read the email recipients, you noticed over half of the staff here, including one of your friends. You look at the outline and realize she was having you send emails of termination. You swallowed as you continued to read. She was, in fact, not being sweet today.

Your laptop sat still for a while as you decided how to approach this. Over half of the staff were getting fired. You got up from your chair and headed to the office, knocking before coming in. Natasha's eyebrows raised in your presence, “Yes, sweetheart?"

“Sorry, it's about that email–I think I may have read it wrong–it doesn't make sense.” You say weakly as Natasha glares at you before turning back to her computer. She doesn't say anything for a while, returning to her work, “You read it right.” Her nonchalant demeanor about the situation made you feel unsettled.

“So you are firing over half of the workplace?” You say, even more confused as she nods. You watch her face for any guilt and don't see a molecule. “Why? We have enough money to hire double the number of people working right now?” you ask, hoping to maybe change her mind in some way.

She doesn't say anything, just motions for you to come closer. As you approach her desk, she pulls your shoulder closer to where you are, “Send that fucking email and stop asking questions, or you can be added to the recipients. I think we both can agree that would be a shame.”

You felt a shiver run down your back as she spoke. Your eyes don’t meet her gaze as you stare at her desk. She softens up and replaces her hard grip with a pat. You slowly rise up and leave for your desk before you hear, “Oh and sweetie for lunch I want the Italian subs from across the street, you can get yourself one as well.”

A/n: there are like no fan fics for natasha lyonne, so i decided to write some, cause why not? :)

Nicky Nichols x Fem!Reader

Warnings: prison, reader's pet peeve is people cursing, sex contest hints of a bad life outside of prison, car theft mentioned, nicky is called a junkie, lorna is hinted at being crazy but that's normal

A/n: also this is a mix of the first episode and the sex contest between boo and nicky in like season two. i saw someone do something with that before and wanted to do my own take on it.

Imprisoned for grand theft auto, your first day of a five-year sentence had arrived. You knew how you looked; you were considerably different from most other inmates, having a normal aura around you. You realized your freedom disappeared the second the bus let you off. The guards directed the other transfers to line up at the side of the bus. You followed as the other inmates lined up.

You were observing your surroundings, and you took note of how serious the other inmates seemed. The way they carried themselves made you shiver. You noticed another girl who looked very out of place, even more than you, but you tried not to associate yourself with her, as you knew she would probably be the first one to be picked on. You had been described the prison dynamic by your fellow car thieves as they had been in a couple of times, but it felt so different from how they described it.

Following the guards’ intake and processing of the inmates; You were given an orange uniform and sent, along with a group, to a ‘residential’ inmate who was in a tan uniform. You noticed that everyone else was wearing the tan uniform, but before you can ask, the lady introduces herself in a Boston, mixed with Brooklyn accent, “Hello there. My name is Lorna, but if you want, you can call me Morello, cause that’s my last name.” You take notice of her enthusiastic rambling, as your sister would do the same thing.

Lorna was quite gorgeous, you thought to yourself, she had beautiful curled hair with a bold red lipstick, kinda had this crazy look in her eye, but you liked it, it added character. She gave a brief tour of the place, and you felt some eyes staring at the back of your head. You turned around to see two inmates, one was a blonde woman with unkempt curly hair and big brown eyes, the other was a butch-looking woman with short black hair and what looked like green eyes but you couldn’t tell from so far away. But you noticed they both had lots of tattoos, and they seemed to be chatting to each other about something while looking back and forth at each other and me. You just ignored it and continued listening to Lorna. After she brought you to your four-bedroom cell, you kinda chatted to her by yourself as the others settled in.

“Sorry for being a bother, but what is this orange and tan uniform deal? Do you have to pay more for the tan ones, or did they run out and give us extra?” Lorna had a small chuckle before stating, “The new inmates have orange uniforms for a while before they give you the tan ones. They are understaffed and under-funded, so it takes a while to process stuff around here.” Lorna smiles. She saw you taking a small glance at the two still talking and watching you. She then stared at the other two with an irritable glare.

The curly-haired one seemed to groan as she turned to the other one and gestured to leave, and both started to walk away. Lorna turned back to you and picked herself up with a smile, “Sorry about those two, they have no manners.” You were still curious, so you asked, “Who are they?”. Lorna kept her smile, “The curly hair one is Nicky, and the other is Boo. Be careful, they might be my friends, but that does not mean you should be friendly with them,” Lorna said, confusing you. You just nodded and headed to your top bunk. Your bunkmate gave you a stare as you headed for the bottom bunk, so you decided to go for the top one.

You lay there until you noticed people headed to dinner, so you followed some other inmates. As you got in line, you noticed the curly-haired lady, whom you thought was Nicky, got in line behind you. She was staring at you for a while before she spoke up. “Hey there, sweet cheeks,” she said with this raspy voice that kinda sounded like a smoker.

“Nicky, right?” You replied, just trying to make this line go by faster. “Yep, but the guards call me Nichols cause they are special or some shit”. Your eyes raised at the curse. Nichols noticed, “Don’t like me cussing?” You bit your lip, trying to make the subject pass and not comment on it. Nicky squinted her eyes, “Are you gonna answer, hon?” You roll your eyes, “Sorry, just a pet peeve of mine.” Nicky’s eyes widened as she laughed, causing the people in front of us to look at her weirdly. You mumbled something that got Nicky’s attention. “What did you say, love?” You rolled your eyes again. “None of your business.” You quickly fixed your eyes in front of you again, tapping your foot, waiting for the line to hurry up.

“Come on, you don’t find me entertaining,” the inmate whined. “I don’t know if you haven’t given me anything to work with.” Nicky gave a small nod. “I guess I haven’t, I can change that. What are you in for, anyway?” Nicky asked curiously. You turned back to Nicky, debating telling her you decided what’s the harm, “grand theft auto”. Nicky snorted her nose. “You don’t look like the stealing cars type,” she says while looking at you again. “Is that supposed to be an insult?” You asked, annoyed at Nicky’s bluntness. “Nah, don’t worry, hun you look good.” Nicky smiled with her flirtatious grin. You felt a brief flutter in your stomach, but you ignored it. “Mhm, I know,” you said, trying to seem confident.

As you got to the front of the line, you began getting your food. It might not have been the best, but it was better than not having the money to eat. Like you did outside. As you got to the end of the line, you realized you would have to find a table to sit at. They all looked aggressive. Approaching them would likely start a fight. Nicky noticed and smiled, “Why don’t you sit with me, sweetheart? You can be with the ‘popular’ table like I’m sure you sat with in highschool.” You debated it and sighed in defeat, “Fine.” Nicky smiled wide at your submission and led you to a table which you noticed had another new inmate wearing orange. Nicky lowered herself onto the table, making her presence known, and you did the same right next to her.

”Piper, you can’t be taking advice from a nun and a hippie”. You sat down next to her as the older lady that was very skinny and built at the same time retorted, “By all means, seek out the supreme wisdom of the junkie philosopher”. You take note of the use of the word junkie, noticing that Nicky fit that description very well. “I pray for you, Nicky,” the lady with short red hair who had slightly grown out said. Nicky responded with “Aww, I pray for you too, sister…I lust after you, Yoga Jones, those sinewy arms.” Nicky joked and laughed, “You have got to love a yoga body.”

As they were talking, you were taking note of what they were saying. Jasper felt her self lose focus for a second before Nicky interrupted her thoughts, “You like pussy, love?” Your cheeks flush up. “If you’re asking if I’m a lesbian, then yes,” you respond after pulling yourself together. Nicky smiled and turned to Piper, “What about you, Piper? You like pussy? Or do you prefer pipe like your name suggests? I’m getting sapphic vibes from you.” Piper didn’t respond and the nun lady told Nicky to stop. Nicky came back with a quick comeback. While they were chatting, you noticed a darker, short-haired redhead coming over to the table. She had impeccable eyeliner, and you kinda wanted some tips, as you can only do your waterline. She passed over a yogurt, from what you could assume, to Nicky. She replied with, “Thank you, mommy,” but it didn’t seem to be sexually. She then passed one to the nun and yoga lady, and they both said their thanks.

I saw Piper leaning over and asking Nicky, “She’s your mom?” You looked at Nicky with an expression saying you wanted to know, too. “Ah, Maternal figurehead. My actual mother lives in Brazil with her boyfriend, Paulo, who destroys rainforests and collects photorealistic art. She is a cunt. I am an embarrassment.” She said before turning to you and muttering an apology for the curse. You roll your eyes as the other girl with Nicky from before comes over to the eyeliner redhead.

“Red, can I get one of those?” She was talking about the yogurt Nicky got. Red replied, “You got what I asked you for?” Boo responded, saying something about she’s working on it. Red rolled her eyes and even you felt her displeasure, “So am I, Treat comes when I sleep better” Boo looked to Nicky and Nicky looked away. Boo got up in defeat and almost left, but had to wink at you before leaving. You flared your nose in disgust, not liking the wink. Red talked about how hard it is for her to get what she asked for before asking, “Who are they?” talking about me and Piper. Nicky responded “Chapman, some self-surrender, thinks she fancy. And that is y/n hottest car thrive I’ve met to date.” You roll your eyes again, but a little more playfully, beginning to enjoy Nicky’s presence. Red gets up and gives both of you yogurt cups. You smile politely and thank her, while Chapman asks, “What do I have to do for it?”

“You both are new, you’re one of us, consider it a gift,” Red responded. You thanked her again and began to eat it even though you don’t like yogurt. Chapman also says thank you before saying, “The food here is disgusting.” You gave her a weird look as everyone else looked down. “What?” she said. Nicky bit her cheek before responding, “Did I mention Red runs the kitchen?” Piper muttered a “shit…I’m sorry” as you shuttered at your pet peeve. Nicky looked at you with a worried expression on her face for Chapman. Red got up and said something to Piper, but all you were paying attention to was how Nicky’s hand was slightly touching your side, rubbing circles. It was a nice gesture, but you still gave her the side eye. She didn’t stop, and to be honest, it was comfortable.

You focused back on the situation when Nicky stated, “Holy shit. That was an epic fuck-up” You looked at her weird again and she mumbled an apology. You then noticed Lorna headed over to the table, she sat down next to you, “Ello there again, L/n.” You smiled at her, “Hey Lorna”. Lorna peeks at Chapman, who is just staring at the yogurt, “You gonna eat that, Chapman, because I’ll gladly take it.” Nicky clicks her tongue, signaling to not talk to her. Lorna rolls her eyes and continues talking to you about a Christopher. You nod your head as she talks and smile.

Nicky interrupts at some point, “We should head out soon, it seems people are leaving bout now.” You nod and say your goodbyes the group and head back to your bunk. As you approach your room, you hear Nicky from behind, “Dang, you’re a fast walker,” she announces, changing her normal swear. You nod as you climb onto your bed. She follows you into your room and watches as you get on your bed. She moves to the head of your bed and rests her head on the railing, smiling at you. You saw her standing figure and raised your eyebrow, “What do you want?” Nicky grins, her brown eyes meeting yours, “Come on, I can’t just hang out with you?” You gave her a side eye as you look up at the ceiling, “What were you and boo, I think that’s her name, talking about anyway?”

Nicky looked down for a second before looking back up at you and responding, “Just something stupid, you don’t need to worry about it.” You did not feel reassured at all. “I don’t like liars.” Your eyes squint, seeing Nicky’s unease. “Fine, me and boo have a… hookup contest… inmates are ranked on a scale from 1 to 10 and whoever gets the most points wins.” You were confused how that had to deal with what you were asking but you let her continues. “Guards are an automatic 10 but I haven’t got any of them,” You nod to her words, “So who is winning?” Nicky then let out a smile, “me obviously but Boo is very close, she is only a point behind and I think she’s close to getting a 4. But the reason we were talking before is that we were gonna make you a 8 on the scale.”

You thought about it for a second and smiled, ”Well, thanks Nick, I appreciate it, but you won’t be getting those 8 points.” Nicky smirked, “We will see about that, sweetie. I’ll leave you alone for now. Don’t go cheating on me with Boo.” You stared at Nicky as she left, watching her confident presence leave the room.

A/n: another draft lmk if you want me to finish it.

college!wanda x nerdy!reader

warnings: alcohol, cheating, mentions of sex/committing infidelity, drunk people, and former bullying.

Your schoolmates would call you a nerd but you didn't care much about it. You had a tight-knit group of friends from school consisting of Peter Parker, MJ, Kate Bishop, Yelena, and sometimes her sister Natasha, who was a senior while you were sophomores. You weren't particularly close with Natasha though. During your first year of college, you were teased for being smart. You didn't attend many parties and mostly kept to yourself.

After your previous roommate dropped out, Yelena became your new roommate. Having Yelena as your new roommate was a game-changer. She was always wanting to get out and knew all the best party spots around town. Her energy was contagious, and you found yourself having more fun than ever before. Despite her love for a good party, Yelena remained a responsible and reliable roommate sometimes. Your life was pretty chill until one party shook things up.

You've been buried under books and notes all week and haven't had a chance to take a break. That's when Yelena comes along and convinces you to attend Natasha's annual party. Natasha is known throughout the campus as the queen of parties, and her annual party is always the talk of the town. She's popular, gorgeous, and dating the star quarterback Bucky Barnes, so you know it's going to be a great time. Yelena knows that you could use a little fun, and promises you that you won't regret going.

"Are you ready yet, Y/n?" your roommate yelled from the kitchen, as you were getting ready for a party. You had just taken a shower, and since you don't like your curly hair, you had blow-dried and straightened it to perfection. "Yeah, just let me put on some shoes," you yelled back, as you rummaged through your closet for the perfect pair of heels to match your outfit.

You finally found the right pair of 3-inch heels, which not only made you taller, but also accentuated your legs. You paired them with a short black dress that had thin straps and barely covered your shoulders, revealing just the right amount of skin. You added a few simple accessories to complete the look, and applied some light makeup.

When you went downstairs, your roommate Yelena couldn't help but compliment you. "Damn, you look amazing," she said, admiring your outfit and hair. you shrugged it off, feeling a little embarrassed but secretly pleased with her compliment.

You followed Yelena to the car, where you both chatted excitedly about the party. As you drove to Natasha's huge house, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. But the party music blaring as soon as you got out of the car put you at ease, and you knew you were in for a fun night."Are you ready yet, Y/n?" your roommate yelled.

As soon as you stepped inside the house, the stench of beer hit your senses like a ton of bricks. The pungent smell was so overwhelming that it almost made you feel sick. Yelena, who had invited you to the party, pulled you towards the pool area outside where her friend Natasha and her friends were hanging out.

As you looked around, you recognized some of the faces from school. There was Maria Hill, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Carol Danvers, and Bucky Barnes, who were all part of the popular group in school. While most of them had been friendly to you, Carol had bullied you during your first year, and you still felt a bit uneasy around her.

When Natasha noticed you, she seemed genuinely surprised. "Wow, you look amazing," she commented, admiring your outfit. You muttered a shy "thank you" in response, feeling a little self-conscious.

As you stood there awkwardly, Carol gave you a dismissive look, "Want some beer?" Natasha quickly intervened, offering you a drink instead. You politely declined, explaining that you didn't like beer. Carol snickered and muttered, "Once a nerd, always a nerd," as if trying to provoke you.

You rolled your eyes at her remark, feeling slightly annoyed. However, Natasha came to your defense and gave Carol a dirty look, as if to say that her behavior was not acceptable.

You were standing with a group of friends, making plans to see Kate, when you heard someone approaching from behind. "Sorry for being late, Vision sucks at driving," they said. As soon as you heard the voice, you froze. It was Wanda Maximoff, the girl you had been crushing on for years. You had met her in eighth grade and had been smitten with her ever since. Her beauty and kindness had caught your attention, and you couldn't help but think about her all the time.

Wanda was easily the most popular girl in school, and everyone wanted to be her friend or date her. Unfortunately, she was already taken, dating Vision, the second-best player on the football team and the captain of the basketball team. You despised him because he was always helping Carol pick on you. You couldn't stand the thought of Wanda being with someone so cruel

As you were lost in thought and panicking, you felt someone's hand on your waist. "And who might you be?" a beautiful voice asked. You turned to see Wanda standing next to you, looking at you with a curious expression. Natasha spoke up. "Wanda, this is Y/n. She's a friend of ours."

Wanda smiled at you, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You couldn't believe she was talking to you. You managed to stutter out a greeting, and Wanda laughed. "It's nice to meet you, Y/n. You seem a little nervous."

Natasha rolled her eyes and pulled Wanda away. "Come on, Wanda. You're already way too drunk," she said. You blushed like a red tomato as Yelena, another friend, laughed. Yelena and Natasha both knew about your crush on Wanda.

Yelena announced that she was leaving, telling you that you could call her if you needed anything. She headed towards her girlfriend, Kate, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you walked inside, you felt a prickling sensation at the back of your neck and turned around to find Carol staring at you with a look of fury.

Feeling uneasy, you looked for a seat to settle into but found that all of them were already taken. You ended up sitting on the floor, taking out your phone to scroll through your TikTok. As you sat there, you couldn't help but replay the events of the day in your head, trying to make sense of everything.

As you sit on the floor, you suddenly hear a slurred voice next to you, "What is a pretty girl like you doing here?" Looking over, you see Wanda Maximoff in a drunken stupor, sitting beside you. Sighing, you rummage through your bag for the cookies you've saved in case Yelena gets drunk. You offer them to Wanda, who eagerly accepts them.

After instructing Wanda to stay put, you head towards the kitchen to get her some water. Although you wouldn't normally feel comfortable going through Natasha's fridge, she has always assured you that anything in it is fair game. You grab a water bottle and return to Wanda, who is still slumped on the floor. You watch as she gulps down the water, gradually sobering up.

Suddenly, Wanda falls onto your lap and stares at you as you scroll through your phone. You come across a video of a cat falling off its cat tree and let out a chuckle. Wanda then says quietly, "You have a very cute laugh." As she sits up and looks you up and down, you respond with a simple, "Thanks, I guess." At this point, Wanda is no longer a drunken mess.

You find yourself in a situation you never thought you'd be in. As you stand there talking to your crush, she suddenly interrupts you with a proposition: "I think that I want to sleep with you," she says abruptly. You're taken aback by her confession and don't know how to respond, but before you can gather your thoughts, she continues with her proposition. "Would you like to come upstairs to the guest bedroom and hook up?" she asks, her tone serious.

Your mind is racing as you try to process what she's just said. You've had feelings for her for years, but never in your wildest dreams did you think she would feel the same way. Now she's asking you to sleep with her, and you can't believe what you're hearing. You look at her, trying to read her expression, but she seems completely serious.

You can feel your heart racing as you try to make a decision. On the one hand, you've wanted this for so long, but on the other, you don't want to ruin a future friendship or do anything you might regret later. You take a deep breath and try to gather your thoughts. Your head is spinning, and you can't seem to process what's happening.

You quickly got up from your spot and frantically searched for Yelena. You could see Wanda running after you, but you didn't stop until you reached her and pulled her towards the shed. Yelena looked at you with an agitated face, wondering what was going on.

Without wasting any time, you blurted out, "Wanda asked me to sleep with her."

Yelena's face turned pale, and she looked at you with complete shock and disbelief. She thought about it for a second and asked, "Did you do it?"

You quickly replied, "NO."

She laughed, then asked, "Do you want to?"

You thought for a second before answering, "Well, maybe. But the thing is, she has a boyfriend, and what if she never talks to me again or tells everyone? Everyone will think that I'm…"

"Stop," Yelena interrupted. "If you don't want to, then don't. But if you keep overthinking it, then you're just going to become a mess. You need to think about what you really want and what's best for you."

A/n: wrote this forever ago just needed to get it out of my drafts. don't judge please😭

Emily Prentiss x femReader (is mostly platonic hints at romance tho)

warnings: shitty writing/cringe, lying, threats, and idk if there's more

You had worked undercover at the FBI for almost 2 years. Your team was active but normally helped out the police with small cases. You were well-known within the building and everyone loved you. Some even invited you to their weddings, an example being Agent Jareau. You had gotten some concerning threats. So you decided to enlist the help of the best team in the Bureau.

Knock knock

“Come in.” You heard a woman's voice say. You opened the door to see the BAU’s unit chief doing paperwork. You see her face change from bored to excited as she looks up and sees you. “Harper! We missed you around here!” She exclaimed as she got up to hug you. As she let go she saw the anxious look on your face. “Harper, are you alright?” She said in a comforting tone. “I need to talk to you about something important.” She could tell this was serious and led you to the couch after she shut the door. You were trying to find a way to tell her about the threats. “Prentiss, I am going to tell you some stuff and I need you to take all electronic devices out of this room.” She nodded and grabbed her phone and laptop and quickly left the room to put them on a desk outside. When she comes back in, she locks the door and turns the blinds. She sits down next to you and it is silent

“Prentiss, I have been getting some concerning threats and normally I would be able to handle this but under the circumstances. I need your help.” She looked at you with concern laced in her eyes. “What are these circumstances and why can you not risk someone listening to our conversation?” She was confused and rightfully so. “Emily… my name is not Harper.” The woman was silent and couldn’t think of anything to say.

“My real name is Y/n L/n and I am an agent for the CIA. I have had three undercover assignments and working in the FBI was one. I was tasked to find a dirty agent. We did and I am still a CIA agent. I have not participated in an assignment in nearly a year. I have recently been getting very concerning and dangerous threats that have made me very uncomfortable. So I reached out to some of my CIA friends. They have not answered their phones and I can't hack into their phones. I have tried to locate their families and I can't. I believe something has happened to them because they wouldn’t just not answer their phones.” Emily was breathing slowly and trying to process this information.

“So you lied to everyone in this building? Did you fake all of our conversations?” You shook your head aggressively. “No. no. I would never. You guys are my friends, I only lied about my past and my name. I do have a lot of pets and I love wine. I enjoy sunsets. I didn't fake our conversations, I do love you guys, I feel bad about not being able to tell you guys but I do care about you all.”

Emily sighed. “So y/n, let's talk about these threats.” You pulled out a pile of envelopes from your jacket, all opened. “I got the first one about a month ago. On my birthday,” she put gloves on and quickly started reading them. “Holy shit.” She exclaimed. “Are you okay with sharing this information with the rest of the team?”.

You debated the idea and quickly said,” Yes, but only if the room has no electronics and is searched for bugs. I am not supposed to tell you guys I’m CIA.” She nodded and sent a text to her team. ‘Meet in the meeting room in 15. DO NOT bring any electronics or recording devices.’ She got up and ruffled through her desk for a folder. “Put all the evidence you have in here. I will search the meeting room if you want to come with me.” You placed the envelopes in the folder. “Prentiss, I also have threats that were sent to my computer.” She thought for a second and asked, “Do you believe that they can hack into the laptop?” You shook your head. “Okay, if you feel comfortable you can bring it in the room.” You nodded and followed her as she walked into the meeting room. As she checked the place you sat down on a comfy chair, almost nodding off.

“Y/n?” You hear Prentiss say. “Yeah,” you say groggily. You look up to see it is still just you and Prentiss. “When was the last time you slept?”, You quickly try to change the subject as you see JJ walk in. “Harper? What are you doing here?” JJ yells as she runs over to you. You get up to greet JJ as Emily sighs, “Just wanted to see you all.” Everyone starts to fill the room and you greet them. “Can everyone sit down please,” Prentiss says with an authoritative voice. As everyone sits down you stand right next to Prentiss. “Today we have an interesting case, which before I explain I need to remind you all that no devices should be on your body or in here except Harper’s” Everyone looks around and nods.

“So to start. Harper’s real name is Y/n l/n.” The whole team was shocked and looked at you, “Yeah, my name is Y/n. I am a CIA agent that was tasked with finding a dirty agent in the FBI. Once my assignment was complete, I stayed here as an FBI agent and the CIA hasn’t contacted me aside from my friend inviting me to their weddings and stuff.” It was silent until Garcia spoke, “But you are still the same person, right? I mean I’ve been to your house, I have watched your cat and dog while you were gone. You are one of my besties.” You start to feel guilty as she starts to panic, “Garcia, I am the same person. You are one of my favorite people. Believe me, I have debated telling you guys the truth a million times but I just couldn’t because of the threat it could bring.”

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A/n: was really tired when writing this so ignoring any mistakes or topic jumps. hope you like it:)

Love Quinn x Young Teacher!Female Reader

Warnings: chemo/cancer, family issues, cheating, love being a creep, stalking, taking pictures while stalking. I think that's all, lmk if there is more.

You moved out of your parents' house in Madre Linda five years ago to pursue your education and become a teacher. You graduated from high school two years early at the age of 16. You had just obtained your teaching license and were about to start a job as a 3rd grade teacher at a school near your apartment when you received a call from your dad. He told you that your mother had died in a car crash and that he no longer had anyone to help him in his fight against cancer.

You had disliked your mother a lot, so the news of her death did not upset you. You had despised her for cheating on your dad and putting him through hell throughout their entire relationship. She was one of the reasons you worked so hard to move out early.

However, you loved your father, he was one of the only good men you had ever known. Your heart broke when you found out he had lung cancer, especially since he had never smoked. You decided to move back in with him to take him to chemotherapy and ensure that he did not deteriorate.

You packed your bags in your apartment and loaded them into your car, ready for the two-hour drive to your hometown. You didn’t bring much, but you took the essentials. The ride was quick, and before you knew it, you were back in the place you had left five years ago.

As you approached the house, you spotted your dad through the window, as he never closed the curtains. You grabbed as many boxes as you could and hurried inside. You were wearing a short skirt that kept riding up, and you couldn’t wait to change. Unbeknownst to you, your neighbor, Love Quinn, was watching you from her window, keeping a close eye on your arrival. Love had moved the curtain just far enough that she could see your skirt lifting as you moved and lifted, giving her short views of what was underneath. Her breath caught in her nose, watching every motion you made. The longer she looked, the more her fingers curled, digging into her palm in frustration for not being able to look at you freely. You were wearing a burgundy sweatshirt that she thought complemented your skin and a short black skirt.

As quickly as you appeared, you vanished back into the house next door. Love's initial irritation turned into disappointment—she wasn't finished watching you yet. She had left the kitchen window, abandoning her cooking to move to a different window. This new vantage point provided her with a perfect view of your kitchen. Love meticulously observed your every move as you searched for ingredients to make some soup. She looked at your back, observing silently the way your skirt hugged your body.

You quickly prepared the soup and handed it to your father. Returning to the kitchen, you leaned against the counter with your back facing the window. Your childhood cat jumped onto the counter, and as you leaned over it, you were unaware that your neighbor was watching. Love's hand gripped the curtains tightly, her knuckles turning white from the strength of her hold.

She inhaled and exhaled, eyes scanning your body as the skirt rose further, exposing more for her to see. She wanted to grab you, slam you onto the kitchen counter, and have her way with you— but all she could do was watch you. Love was stuck staring at you through the window, only a few feet away, but so distant and apart. She felt like a prowler for how much she was watching you without your knowledge. Your father called for you, he needed some of his cough medicine.

Love inhaled, finally letting go of the curtains. She watched you go up to your dad and hand him cough medicine and she felt a pang of annoyance strike her chest. Not anger towards you— no she could never be angry at you. But annoyance at the fact that you were giving someone else your attention and not her. She continued to watch you, silently wishing that it was her that you were taking care of instead. Love didn’t want anyone else to have your attention. She wanted it all. She knew she was getting possessive, but she didn’t care.

Love noticed that you went up to her room so she decided to go get a better view, needing to see her. Love checked to see what room would be able to see her and it turns out that her bedroom looked directly into Jasper. Love was grateful that you had no curtains, giving her a perfect view of your room and the bed that she could easily imagine you lying in. She leaned against the window frame, keeping her eyes glued to you as you shuffled through boxes and began putting away your clothes. Love took pictures quickly and discreetly, making sure she was out of view in case you looked up. The photos went from just your body to zooming in on specific parts. In the back of Love’s mind, she was well aware that this was wrong, but her obsession took over, giving her adrenaline and a sense of power over you.

She noticed you changing into sweatpants and a tank top, you had taken your skirt off. As soon as you removed your sweatshirt, leaving you in only a bra and thong, Love’s breath hitched. She wanted to see more, but she was forced to keep staring from her room. A part of her thought about sneaking into your room while you were undressed, but she shook that thought away for now— she didn’t want to seem like a total creep. Instead, her fingers gripped her phone harder, taking more pictures, focusing on different parts of your body that she found attractive. As soon as you found your clothes and put your tank top on, Love looked at the pictures she took.

She was satisfied, but all of a sudden she noticed you going back to sleep and she decided she should do the same when she heard her husband finally. She went downstairs and waited in the kitchen. He was a tall man, pale and handsome, but didn’t give off the same effect to Love as Jasper did. She sighed, moving back away from the counter— her eyes still glued to Joe as he went up the steps and entered the house. Love stood in the kitchen for another moment, eyes following Joe as he came into the house. She had felt irritated, annoyed with his presence after seeing you. Her mind was still reeling from the images she took, thoughts of you replaying over and over in her mind. She leaned her head onto the counter, letting out a sigh.

Wanda: Before you go go

Y/n: When September ends

Y/n: IT.

Bucky: Annabelle.

Natasha: Paranormal Activity.