Curate, connect, and discover
Y/n: when I was in 3rd grade, we had google earth on the computers. There was also a flight simulator and I would ask kids for their addresses. I would then show them the flight simulator and proceed to fly the plane into their house telling them I destroyed it remotely
Nat muttering: and I’m the bad guy
Nat to Y/n: Why are you crying?
Y/n: Shows Nat her phone*
Y/n to Wanda: Wanna hang out..
Wanda: I can’t tonight
Y/n: oh thats fine!
Wanda: Hey vis, I’m bored wanna come over? ;)
Y/n: ..
Wanda: Shit, Y/n I’m sorry..
Y/n: It’s okay :)
ITS BEEN SO LONG !
Also a dark!Wandanat where they see you at your job one day and have to be with you 😩
A/N: I would love nothing more than for wandanat to see me working and just be like “hm...let’s fix that” also I know I’ve been gone for years 🥲
warnings: dark!fic (18+ ONLY)
✨👻 spooky month requests 👻✨
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“Hey, can you take the customers that just came in?” you hear your manager ask and nod, smoothing your apron as you head to the front.
“Good morning! How can I help you today?”
Two women stand on the other side of the counter, and as their attention diverts from the items behind the glass to you, charming smiles appear on their faces. The one on your left has bright blonde hair resting on her shoulders in contrast to her counterpart with orange hair, both hiding behind sunglasses, but you couldn’t help feeling like you’d seen them somewhere.
“Good morning, love,” the orange haired woman speaks softly as she steps a bit closer. “We’ve never been here before. What do you recommend?”
“If you’re feeling something sweet, these donuts are amazing,” you tell them as you gesture to a couple, moving down the counter a bit and the pair follows. “If not, these cheddar bagels are also my favorite.”
“I think we’ll take something sweet,” the blonde woman answers with a grin. “If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all!”
You carefully package the donuts that your customers select and ring up the transaction, answering a few questions about what the city is like, as they’re apparently just visiting for a while and wanted to know more about the area. When you finish, you’re startled by the blonde woman leaning over the counter to tuck a cash tip in your apron pocket before the pair thanks you and head out while holding hands.
“They must really like you,” your manager jokes as they approach and you cover your face with a laugh.
Outside of the bakery, Wanda climbs onto the bike behind Natasha, placing the food in her bag before wrapping her arms around her waist.
“Do you think asking someone we just met to join us while we’re on the run is coming off too strong?” Wanda asks over Natasha’s shoulder, who chuckles in response almost immediately.
“Who said we were going to ask?”