About Time - Maddy Perez

about time - maddy perez

pairing: maddy perez x fem!reader, past!jules vaughn x reader

a/n: maddy is maybe ooc🤷🏽‍♀️ honestly with her seeming more vulnerable in some scenes i’d say it isn’t, but formulate ur own opinion

It was a New Year, so you wanted to celebrate. 

The smell of weed, and watching people drink made you want to throw up. It wasn’t because you hated it, but because you just felt sick. The sugary drinks were much more satisfying than the thoughts of drinking bitter beer. 

You sat on the large couch, drinking some juice when you spotted her. Maddy walks in with Kat and Jules. She seemed excited for the festivities and ready to party. Her eyes spotted you, and they darkened.

She whispered something in Kat’s ear, never taking her eyes off of you. “I’ll be right back!” Kat nods, walking away with Jules to look for Ethan. 

You straighten up when you see her walk towards you. You stand up on your feet, adjusting your hoodie. “I thought you hated parties!” She says as she approaches. “I do, but uh...I just wanted to say happy new year, I’m probably gonna go home, it’s really loud.” Maddy’s eyebrows raise as you ramble. 

“Why? You said you were waiting for me, so wait.” You eyebrows furrowed. “What? I-I just wanted to-“ Before you can continue, she grabs your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen space.

When you enter a small space where no one is standing, you watches as she grabs a pair of cups. She pours brown liquor into both cups, and your eyes widen at how much she pours in the one she eventually hands to you.

“Loosen up!” She hits your cup with hers, and you don’t move, watching her guzzle hers with ease. “I don’t drink, Maddy.” She rolls her eyes, putting her hands on your shoulders. “If you drink it, I will let you dance with me tonight.” You stop your thoughts, wondering if Maddy was serious. She looked very serious.

Maddy knew about your crush on her, but you didn’t know she did. This worked to her advantage in a way, because you would do anything for her. This led you to sigh, tossing back the cup, and swallowing most of the drink. “YES! Alright, come on.” She grabs your hand once more, taking you to the living room where everyone had been dancing.

You couldn’t tell what song was on, but you’d begun to relax. Maddy started to dance on you, and you on her. Maybe all it took was a drink to loosen you up. After what seemed like 15 minutes of you both grinding on one another, she turned around to face you. “I have to pee, I’ll be right back, okay?” You nod, watching her go.

Your eyes follow her body as she sways away. You jump as you feel a pair of hands on your shoulder. “Can you guys fuck so you can stop being miserable?” You smirk at the voice as Jules lays her head on your shoulder.

“Step one? Run over Nate Jacobs with my Impala.” Jules smiles, turning you around into a hug. “That is a solid plan.” She mutters into your shoulder. “Happy new year, Jules.”

“Happy new year.” A small cough takes you guys out of the comfortable silence in this much quieter spot. “Are you guys-“ Kat motions between you, and you chuckle. “Oh, no. That’s-Jules chose Rue, right?” Jules’ eyes widen as she nods along.

“She dumped her and left her at the train station.” Kat says bluntly, and Jules sighs. “Oh? I thought you just disappeared. You can be really dramatic when you want to be.”

“Wow, thank you, Y/N.” After a few seconds of waiting, you’d seen Maddy hadn’t come back yet. “Hey, I’ll be back in a sec.” You softly pat Jules’ shoulder before walking over to the only bathroom you’d seen downstairs.

As you walked towards the narrow hall, your face scrunches as Nate Jacobs storms down the hallway, glare distant as he squeezes past you. You stop in your tracks, watching him walk towards where McKay stood, and back to the restroom.

A young man stood by the door, a blunt in his hand. “Hey, are you tryna use the bathroom?” You ask to which he nods. “Yeah, man.” You nod, standing on the opposite wall. “You know there’s like…three bathrooms upstairs, right?” The guy hums.

“I know, but the girl in the restroom is hot, and I kinda wanna kiss her now.” You chuckle. “Same. Y/N.” You hold your hand, and he shakes it. “Travis.”

“You mind if I cut?”

“Nah, man, do you.”

You step up to the door, knocking on the door. “Hold on, give me a second! Jesus.” The door opens, and Maddy seems taken aback as she looks between you and Travis. She sees your awkward smile, before dragging you in, and shutting the door behind you.

“God, I thought you were hot before…” Your eyes widen. “What?”

“Ignore me, I drank before I got here. You just look really good tonight.”

“Thanks?” Maddy pops herself up onto the sink counter, eyeing you as if she WANTED to seduce you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“You keep looking at my lips like you wanna kiss me.” You hadn’t thought she noticed your eyes lingering. “I-I don’t, I think I’m already tipsy.” Maddy smirks, biting her lip as you nervously shift on your feet. “Are you like…in love with me or something?” You gulp nervously.

You wanted to retort, until a buzz from behind the bathtub tarp averts your attention. Opening it, you notice a blonde girl passed out in the tub. “Uh…I think someone passed out in here.” You look back at Maddy, who rolls her eyes as she jumps from the counter.

“Who cares, I wanna dance.” She opens the door. “Uh…” She grabs your hand, pulling you out with her.

She dragged you back down the hallway, and onto the dance floor, eyeing Nate as she walked by. You knew this was to make him jealous, which was sad, but at least you were helping Maddy? You had to think that way otherwise you’d throw up.

Eventually Maddy leaves you to talk to Cassie, who had a weirdly similar dress to the girl in the restroom. The raven haired girl dragged Cassie over, and the blonde smiles at the sight. “Hey, Y/N.” You give her a tight lipped smile and nod. “Hi, Cass.”

The rest of the night is fine, everyone cheers happy new year as the time dwindles. You stood near the small bar, glaring at the back on Nate’s head as he drank. He turns around, looking at you.

“What’s up, Y/N?” You give him a feigned smile, before looking down at your cup. “I thought you were uh…” He looks down at your drink. “Straight edge.” He chuckles. “If you mean abstinence? Yes.”

“Weren’t you like…addicted to Ibuprofen.” You shake your head. “No.” You’re thankfully saved when Fez approaches. You tune out their small conversation until Nate speaks again. “Last time I saw you, didn’t you want to kill me?” Nate smiles darkly. “It’s a new year, playboy.” The two we’re about to clink cups, when Fez bashes Nate in the head with a bottle of alcohol, before beating the shot out of him.

Cassie and Mckay were attempting to get him off, and failing for the most part. When Fez finally relents, you let a small chuckle. “Happy new years to me.” Everyone looks to check up on him, and you walk around to help. “We can take my car to the hospital.” You suggest. “It’s alright, Y/NN, I got it.” McKay responds to you.

You look over to Maddy. “I’ll call you later?” Maddy nods as they carry his body to Mckay’s car.

————

You’d forgotten to call before you knocked out, so when Maddy had called for the 24th time, you finally woke up.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I fell asleep, I’m sorry.” There was a silence on the other side of the line. “Maddy?”

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah, totally. My mom’s not here, so I could wait for you?”

“…Ok.” she hangs up the phone, leaving you confused. You carefully tread downstairs, waiting for a knock that eventually comes. You open the door to Maddy still in her clothes from the party. Her eyes are red, but her makeup isn’t smudged.

“I’m sorry I came so early in the morning.” She sounded genuine and little. “No, no, you’re fine, Maddy.” You let her in, and she walk towards your kitchen, sitting in a stool. “You want anything?” She nods. “Juice?” She nods again as you go through the fridge.

“Can I ask you something?” You hum. “Do you think I deserve better than Nate?” You abruptly stop, hitting your head on the fridge ceiling. You turn to Maddy with a look of disbelief.

“You can’t be serious, Maddy.”

“I’m not a good person.”

“No one is.”

“You are.” You place the jug of orange juice on the counter, staring at her as if she had had three heads. “You’re always good to me. I never return it.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I love you, Y/N. Like I love Nate.”

“That wasn’t love it was blind devotion. He puts his hands on you.” She assumed you hadn’t heard what she said. “I love you, Y/N.” In your head, you assumed that she has first said it in some kind of friendly way, but now you were convinced it wasn’t.

“The last tender moment I had…was when…you remember when Nate kicked out me out of his car, and you took me to the diner and we just ate, and drank milkshakes. It felt cheesy, but I loved it.” You were now smiling as she stood. “I know you like me, but I like you too, love you too.” You can’t resist it as you move around the kitchen island, and slam your lips together.

Maddy backs away for breath. “About fuckin’ time.”

behind shattered glass - n.r

Summary: post civil war/bw after you sided with Tony to protect her and she betrayed you. she decides she needs to see you.

Warning(s): none

You worked as a member of the United Nations on the behalf of the United States. An Avenger ambassador was a very good addition, and you were fit for the job.

Today wasn’t eventful, which was surprising. You were currently standing at your desk, taking a call, your phone to your ear.

“Okay, Tony. Yes, I-Yes, alright. Hang up, Stark. Enjoy retirement, get married! Alright, call me later, bye.” You hang up the call, placing your phone on the desk.

A knock calls your attention to the door. “It’s open.” Your eyes are glued to a small file as you flip through it. “Did Ross send you?” There’s a bit of silence as the figure, you assumed may be a woman because of the heels, shifted on her feet.

“No, but I wanted to introduce myself.” You look up at the woman, taking in her beauty. She was blonde, with black roots, and she had a slender figure. “Uh, I don’t want to assume, but I don’t take autographs if that’s what you’d want me to-“ The woman chuckles as you look back down.

“My name is Natalie Baker.” The name stops you in your tracks. You swiftly look up with wide eyes, a smirk prevalent on the girl’s face. “What did you say your name was?” You asked.

“You heard me.” A gleaming light catches your eye, a familiar ring making your breath hitch.

You canvas the floor to see if anyone was watching you, before moving past her and pressing a button to put down the blinds so no one could see in.

Leaning back on the window facing the office, you smirk laying your head back on the glass. “What’re you doin’ here?” You breathe out.

She approaches you. “I had to see you.” You smile, grabbing her hands and peppering them with kisses. “I missed you.” Nat nods, caressing your face. You take the chance to kiss her palm.

“10 years, and you never changed your tricks.” She leans into kiss you, but you stop her. “Take off the face, it’s weird.” You chuckle as she rips it and the wig off. The two of you share a few minutes of heavy kissing, before pulling away with satisfaction.

“I know you love me, but you can’t be here for my luscious lips.” Nat frowns, pulling you in by your suit jacket. “I need to know where Sam is being held. I got in contact with Steve, he’s been selling Chitauri parts for cash, he’s gonna get caught, and they need my help.” You then frown, hoping she’d say she was only there for you, even if you insisted she wasn’t.

You chuckles, standing up straight on the glass. “He’s uh, somewhere in Berlin, local lockup. Don’t see him as a threat without the gear. I have no clearance to know the exact place, but I’ve heard whispers.” Natasha looks at you thankfully.

“Gear’s on sub level-20. Old SHIELD guys watch over old stuff like that out of nostalgia.” You walked back to your desk, handing her a key card. Natasha’s look of guilt is obvious, but you ignore it. “You were always good to me.” She mutters. You nod, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

“You always got your information from me.” The redhead frowns. “It was never like that.”

“It always was.” You swallow, walking to the switch. “Stay in town, maybe we can grab dinner?” She nods, placing her disguise back on.

You turn off the blinds. “There’s an elevator that goes straight to the sub levels, my card is clearance.” Natasha nods, walking out the door.

“Thank you.” You nod as she walks away.

all night thinking - wanda maximoff

Summary:  new kids in town? no trouble at all. except when the younger, hotter one begins to take an interest in you.

Warning(s): Violence, Implied sex, Graphic description of injuries, Drinking, VERY slow burn 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36125824/chapters/90053545

Word Count: 2004

“Introducing…the fighter weighing 140 pounds! Your UWF Featherweight Champion! Y/N Y/LN!"

The crowd cheers in excitement as you burst from the corner, banging your gloves together as you stare down your opponent. "And her opponent, weighing in at 136 pounds! Natasha Romanoff!" Natasha doesn't move from her corner, smirking as she runs her tongue over her mouth guard. You both move into the middle of the ring, standing a few feet away.

"We good?" The ref asks you both, to which you nod yes, as does Natasha. "FIGHT!" The two of you tap gloves, before beginning to circle the ring. You look around Natasha stance, attempting to get a few punches in, some attempts being successful.  The fight gets serious when Natasha hits you with a rough kick to the face, knocking you on your back, The crowd erupts, and before Natasha can keep you on the ground, you bring your feet to her hips pushing her off of you before you pop up on your feet.

You shake yourself out of a daze, focusing on the fight. The match continues on with a few big hits to one another. After a while, you land a kick on the inside of Natasha's leg, making her stumble. In her small spout of pain, you take advantage of this, grappling on her leg. Using this leverage, you grab her up in the air, roughly slamming her on her back. She groans with a grunt.

Moving quickly, you grab her arm, roughly pulling it back in an armbar. A growl leaves your lips as you continue to add pressure. The hold lasts forever, but Natasha refuses to let up. With a sigh, you transition to a kneebar. This proves to be a mistake when Natasha starts throwing sharp hooks at your face with her hurting arm. Enough of them hit you that a cut opens above your eyebrow and you lose your once tight grip. She mounts on top of you, and you quickly react, bucking your hips and covering your face. She tries to steady herself upright, but you push her above your face, taking the advantage to lay blows at her chest.

She pushes herself back up, going right for your face, punching hard enough that your arms fall tired, and you cant even defend yourself well. She keeps going until eventually your hand falls on the mat, signaling the ref to call the match to end.

Your laid on your back, one of your eyes heavily swollen as you feel your managers, Sam and Bucky, as well the designated nurse, Sharon, by your side, trying to wake you up. You felt a few slaps on your face, making you sniffle as your eye opened. "Hey! You're alright!" Sam yells, patting your chest. "I'd beg to differ." Bucky mumbles, making Sharon chuckle. "Wow, way to show support, Buck."

"I know, I'm the best support system." The guys grab your hands, lifting you up as they drag you into the corner, and into the stool. Sharon pulls out some supplies, dabbing a cloth of alcohol on some of your cuts. Your practically out of it when the announcer speaks once more.

"And your winner, with a KO at 4:59 in the very first round, and your NEW UWF Featherweight Champion! Natasha Romanoff!" The crowd cheers as the red head as she accepts the belt.

"Wow, with one second to go." Bucky mumbles, making Sam hit him in the chest. Natasha pulls out her mouth piece, walking over to you. "Is she good?" She points to you, and Bucky and Sam notice how you were out cold. Sharon lightly taps on you the chest, startling you out of unconsciousness. "Good match." She lends out a hand to shake. You shook her hand, nodding groggily. "You kicked my ass." The woman giggles. "Yeah, I know. It was an honor." You hum, watching her walk back to her team. "Hey, you guys wanna do this at the gym, because I think they're about to clean up." Sharon says, watching some people stacking chairs on a rack as the audience begins to disperse.

"We can just go to my house?" Bucky fake gags at your suggestion, making Sharon smile to herself. Her eyes drift to the man. "Says you two."

Sam holds his hands. "I didn't say anything."

———

You and Sharon parted ways with Sam and Bucky, and she drive you both to your long stay motel. You helped yourself, the adrenaline helping you walk steadier as you trailed behind her up the stairs.

When you reached your door, you couldn't help yourself, grabbing the woman's arm, turning her around into a kiss. Sharon reciprocates, kissing you back. You smoothly pull your key card from her back pocket, sliding it in the reader, opening the door behind you both. You carry her in, pulling off the robe you worse before the match. Sharon stops for a second, pushing you back. "Wait. Can you see me?" She asks, rubbing near your swelling. "I personally don't mind the excessive amount of blood covering you right now." She smirks, biting her lip.

"You like that, huh?" she nods, pulling you closer. You carry her to the small bedroom, laying her on the bed. Standing back up, you smirk as you flicking, making her laugh as you jump back on the bed.

———

When you'd woken up in the morning, you saw Sharon gone and some of your wounds and cut dressed. Which meant you slept through the whole thing. Opening your phone, you see that it is 3:12 PM. "Holy shit."

A loud knock at your door, startled you out of bed. You dangled your legs over the bed, grabbing a pair of stray sweatpants. The knock grows as you get closer to the door. "Alright, alright! Calm down!" You open the door to a tall man in a outfit ready for combat. The man unfortunately happened to be Brock Rumlow, runner for the devil himself. You scoffed as he shoved an envelope into your chest. "Thanks." He nods, walking towards the stair without a word uttered. You look around, wondering if anyone saw the exchange.

Moving back into your room, you walked towards a drawer, grabbing a knife from it. The package was thick, and therefore slightly harder to open. After a few second, you open it, a pull out a large wad of cash. A letter falls out next to it.

My Dear Y/N,

Thank you for actually doing your job. And in the first round too, which earns you an extra $1,000. I hope you haven't informed anyone of our dealings. If you have, I suggest you tell me, so I can handle it.

But, besides that, I'd like to apologize for the loss of your championship, I know it was hard as the champion gets a bonus for each fight. I will personally be very happy to replace said bonus in the next check. Next week you have a match against Bobbi Morse. This time you will win, one of my best clients is betting on you! Thank you for cooperating.

From,

Pierce

You scoff at the letter, hiding it in a drawer. You decided that maybe it would help to go get a beer. It wasn't that far of a drive, and you could sort of see out of your right eye. You grabbed your keys, walking out the door, before you stopped. "Shirt!" You ran back to your closet, grabbing a shirt from your closet, and tossing it on.

———

You walked into the bar, a few cheers rang as regulars noticed. You waved them off with a grunt, walking straight to the bar.  The bartender, Jessica, laughed as you sat down. "Rough night?" She smirks, motioning towards her own eye. "Yeah, yeah."

"I saw the video, Romanoff kicked your ass." She grabs a beer bottle before you can even ask, handing it to you. "I know." You take a long swig, gulping as you slam the bottle on the bar. "Hey, how's-" As Jessica began to ask you something, the sound of a plate crashing by the restroom caught both of your attention. A tall man with a potbelly is seen yelling at a smaller, leaner young man with silver hair, who looks quite nervous.

"Oh my god." Jessica groans. "Where's Frank?! I want my food done right!" A pair of heavy boots moving down the steps by the restroom and the click of what was most definitely Frank's shotgun rang through the usually quiet bar. "We got a problem here, Sully?"

"Yeah, this fucking Russian shithead brought me cold food." Frank nods, his facing feigning concern. His eyes look over to the food. "Sully?"

"Yeah?"

"You know this a fucking shrimp cocktail right?" The large man nods.

"Which mean it's supposed to be cold shrimp, you dispshit! Get the fuck out of here!" The younger boy shifts on his feet nervously. "Pietro! Go home, if I hear someone make fun of your accent one more time or call you a name, I'm gonna have to kill somebody." He pats Pietro on the back, before walking back up the stairs. Sully scurries out as Pietro pulls his phone out. "Is he new?" You ask.

"Yeah, started last week. He only works on weekends though, so you probably won't see him much." You nod, watching him walk behind the bar. He walks up to Jessica, lightly tapping her on the shoulder. Her eyebrows raise in amusement as she turns around to him. "Can I stay back here? My sister has my car." You snort to yourself, watching the exchange. "Sure, just..." She motions to the bar where you sat. "...sit over there, I like my space." The boy nods, taking off the apron and walking around the bar.

"So, why did you guys add shrimp cocktail to the menu again?" You ask. "Karen suggested it, Frank loves Karen, hates it when she's persistent, end of story." She explains. "Interesting." You nod to yourself as Jessica moves across the bar to another costumer. Pietro sits down a seat away from you, drinking a red drink from a cup. "Is that wine?" You ask with a smirk. "Cranberry juice." You chuckle, holding out your hand. "Y/N." The handshake is returned as he puts down his cup on the table. "Pietro." He responds, his accent thick.

"So...are you Russian?" He shakes his head no. "Sokovian." You hum, nodding as you take another swig of your bottle. "How long you workin' here? Younger guys like you barely last a month." Pietro's eyes widen slightly, and you chuckle, patting him on the shoulder. "I'm sort of kidding. It's just these guys that come in are rough. Jessica is freakishly strong, so she can fend 'em off, ya know?" He nods, listening intently. "I think I could handle it." he says with a shrug. "Hmm." You smile, taking one sip, tapping the bottom of the glass to get more, when another bottle is slammed in front of you. You chuckle at Jessica's annoyance, popping the cap off of the counter. "You spoil me." You say with a mocking tone, and she flips you off.

A jingle from the door is heard from the door after a while, and you turn your body to see who had arrived. A young woman steps through the door. She's clad in black leather, a short red dress donning her frame, her eyes outlined in black and her fingers riddled with rings. You hadn't noticed how vividly you described her in your head considering you could barely see her.

The girl walks towards the bar, and you closed your dropped jaw, turning back in your seat. "Ah! Sestra, finally!" Pietro exclaims, taking the keys dangling from her finger swiftly as he walked towards the door. You watched him leave, your eyes meeting the girl's eyes as she smiles, turning to leave with her brother.

"Gay." Jessica mutters, making your eye twitch.

you can’t - w.m

Summary: one last dance, before you go.

Warnings: none

A/N: there’s a song i listened to while writing this if you want to imagine it playing while they dance.

Everyone had fled to their rooms for the end of their nights as you straightened your thing for your departure.

Earlier that night, you had bid them all a goodbye, except one of them. Wanda never showed.

She had laid in her bed, tears shedding as she listened to you call for her in your head. Wanda knew your health was more important, and that you needed treatment.

Her fatal flaw has always been her subtle selfishness. Now, she decided she had to see you. As you finished packing, she approached you in the large living space. Looking up from your bags, you sigh.

“Hi.”

“Hey.” She moves across the room so fast, you blink and miss her as she grabs your hands. “I want you to stay, please?” She begged. She never begged, that was a you thing. “I can’t.” You smiled.

“You can’t-you can’t just leave me. I know I’m being selfish, but-“

“It’s not selfish to want me to stay, it’s not a bad thing, Wanda.” You kiss her hand, looking back up into her eyes. “It’s human nature, and you’re gonna feel this way when I’m gone.” You explain as she chokes back tears.

“You’ll always be next to me.” You say putting her hand on your heart. “I’m never too far away, ok?” She nods, biting her lip. “I’m not leaving you. Come on, let’s dance, huh?” Wanda fights a small smile on her face, groaning as you twirl her around, connecting your hands as you sway.

“It’s just us, alright?” She nods, laying her head on your chest. You put your chin above her head, kissing the top softly. Dancing in the quiet was a beautiful thing you both shared.

Hopefully this wasn’t your last.

Ok that cool when you make one tag me plz 🙏

ofc

i’ve been writing a LOT lately and i’m kind of writing an OC for amber😁👆