~computing~

~computing~

You know what they did to me for being a hero? They put my ass in jail for 30 years.

Behind every fanfic update, there is a writer being turned into THIS as they await your reactions

tropical vacation with chris

enjoy this moodboard i made before i go sleepy time

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭; @brattycherubwrites @erinpetty23 @sebastianissastan @positionsfyou @pipsqueakkitten @vallerydevora @nakedrogers @wakandabiitch2 @madbaddic7ed @lanadelswiftie @amelia-song-pond @evans-stan2452 @chamorritaluv @panaitbeatrice @jnkyrds @disaster-rose @fallinforevans @siriuslyslytherin @asthesunwentdown @iwanttobekilledtwice @feetoffthetablee @widowdays @cloudystevie @lizziechaseee @mrs-salvawhore @xoxonotme @greengarsstuff @k-wedgeworth @tenaciousperfectionunknown @theoldermanswhore @sohoseb @michokiss @0mrs-evans0 @blueeyesslut @shynerdystudent @stardust-galaxies @sunday-kindoflove @familydissapointment @mrs-kcathrb

They so sinister 😅😅😅

📸 @olivkaak

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞.

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 <𝟑

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

She already knows.

I mean the girl is a telepath.

And even if she wasn’t it’s painfully obvious.

The quick stolen glances at her.

The blushing when she stares a little too long at you.

The stuttering.

Gosh, the stuttering...

"Good morning Y/n. Sleep well?" Wanda spoke, dragging her hand over your arm. A small smirk growing on her face as Wanda found it amusing to see you sweat.

Pouring your bowl of cereal you flinched at her soft touch. Your eyes were wide, like a deer caught in headlights. You meekly opened your mouth. "Morning.' You cough clearing your throat. "Good morning, Wanda."

Your voice had a nervous tremor, eyes glued to the witch in front of you. Causing you to overpour your milk, spilling it onto the marble counter.

“Oh gosh.” You gasp, stumbling to rip the paper towel and clean your mess.

But before you could, the paper towel was already wiping the milk away. The white paper wrapped in a red mist.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got it.” Wanda winked, leaving the kitchen with her coffee mug clutched tightly between her hands.

Begging Steve to pair you with her on missions.

“Y/n, you know I can’t just pair you two just because that’s what you want,” Steve said, his head buried within his iPad, laying out the team's plan of approach.

“I mean, I guess. She’ll probably want to be with vision anyway.” You muttered, playing with the inside of your palm.

Steve patted your shoulder, giving it a small shake. “You two do have undeniable chemistry out there. I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

You smiled brightly, your skin gleaming. "Brilliant."

Being soo jealous of Wanda and Visions' relationship.

of course, you knew they were best friends. But from the outside— it seemed like more.

Training days with Wanda. These can include both of your magic skills, weapons training, or hand-to-hand combat.

Wanda ultimately kicking your ass.

Each and every time.

"Sorry Y/N," Wanda sighed, taking a sip of her water as she wiped the sweat off her face.

"No, thank you. I needed that." You smiled slightly, rubbing your bruise that was forming.

"Gosh, did I do that?" She gasped, pushing a loose piece of her ginger hair behind her ear.

"I guess." You snickered shifting uncomfortably on the bench.

"Let me help," Wanda spoke. The red mist leaving her fingertips as she methodically healed you, the bruise slowly disappearing.

"Better?" She swopped a hair that was glued to your forehead behind your ear.

You shook your head vigorously, your entire body heating up at her touch. "Thank...Thank you, Wanda."

She smiled, holding her hand out to help you stand.

"of course."

Panicking when she gets hurt on a mission.

"Wanda!" you cried out.

Allowing her to ease your mind with her powers.

letting her play with your hand during meetings when she is bored.

"Do you like it?"

"What is it?"

Wanda snorted, playfully pushing you. "Don't be rude, it's a heart."

having enough of being 'just friends.'

Finally getting the balls to just tell her.

"Wanda, I think I've known for a while, but I really like you. And as more than a friend."

Wanda smiled, closing the book she was flipping through. "I know."

You glance over your shoulder to see her smiling and biting her lip. "What, how?"

"Well,' she said, standing from her bed. "Besides reading your mind it is painfully obvious."

"I—this is so embarrassing." You fall to your knees, holding your head in your hands.

"Why?" Wanda asks, slipping onto the floor next to you. Her arm snaking around your back, caressing it softly.

"Because you don't feel the same way—I see you and Vision, you two are meant for—."

Wands cut you off—her soft lips roughly connecting with yours as she held your cheeks in her hands. Her black fingernails brushing the tips of your temples.

“Vision can’t compare to you.” She murmured through the kiss. “No one can.” She pulled away, kissing your palms.

You sat frozen, your eyes still shut. Remembering the feeling of her lips on yours.

“If it isn’t apparent. I feel the same way.” She said, her green eyes gazing into yours.

All you could do was smile. Because now you knew Wanda would be your girl and she was already your world.

.....

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ;)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐪𝐬.