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Heyo! I felt like writing some fluffy Agatha Harkness x Fem! Reader so here we go! I hope you enjoy :) Happy Pride Month!! <3

Summary:You and Agatha had a hammock on your back porch so why not use it on a rainy day?

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff(?)

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It was a Sunday morning, you and Agatha were sitting in the living room, you being held tightly by Agatha and you holding onto Agatha tightly. You two were looking for something to watch, and so far, you had no luck. "Babes, what should we watch?" Agatha asked you, you just shrugged and snuggled into the crook of her neck. "Y/N." Agatha said. Y/N looked up, "Yes Aggs?" she asked, "It’s raining and I have an idea." she said with a smirk, you looked at her confused, "And what would that idea be?" Y/N asked. Agatha didn’t say anything as she stood up and grabbed your hand which caused you to get yanked once she started walking towards the backdoor, and once she opened it and teleported you both onto the hammock that was on your back porch she conjured up a blanket and before putting it over the two of you, she laid you down on-top of her. Once you two got comfortable you smiled up at her, "This is nice." You said holding her hand. Agatha looked down at you and you already knew she was about to make a sarcastic comment, but it wouldn’t be the Agatha you loved if she didn’t say something sarcastic, "Of course it is, I am amazing you know." She said with a chuckle and kissed the top of your forehead. "That you are Agatha Harkness, that you are." you say yawning and moving your head to the crook of her neck, "Get some sleep darling, I love you." Agatha said kissing your head, "I love you too." you mumbled. 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻

THE END

I hope you enjoyed this!

you’re mine, sunshine. PT 2

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i have no idea who this gif belongs to, i got it off of google, credit to the creator!

TW: This entire fic will include themes like, kidnapping, mentioning of murder and gore, blood, manipulation, stalking, and yandere behavior. If you are uncomfortable with any of these things, I would suggest reading something else :)

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drip.

drip.

drip.

Thats all you could hear, just the constant little dripping noise. You couldn’t tell where it was coming from but god was it annoying, you didn’t even know where you where. One second you where hastily making you way to your apartment, then you where pulled into an alleyway, and now your stuck here, in a room with nothing but a small camera in the upper left corner and a question mark on the middle of the wall.

drip.

drip.

drip.

“Hello there.” A gruff voice said, it sounded somewhat familiar but it was muffled horribly. There was also very heavy breathing going on. “Mmf - mmph!?” You tried to say something along the lines of ‘Where the fuck am I!?’ but you didn’t even notice that there was duct tape on your mouth preventing you from making any screaming or speaking noise. “Poor thing, I suppose I should take that off of you. You won’t scream, will you?” The voice responded, asking you a stupid question this time. Of course you would! You where just kidnapped and fucking terrified. You nodded anyways, the tape was incredibly uncomfortable.

You winced in pain, your eyes started to water slightly after the figure ripped the duct tape from your mouth. “Asshole.” You said, with venom in your voice. “Easy now, I’ll put it right back on, gotta make sure you won’t do anything stupid.” The figure grabbed your chin forcing you to look up at them, you where met with a masked face with glasses. “Well aren’t you pretty.” You said sarcastically with a slight smirk, you clearly confused your kidnapper since they looked taken aback slightly. “Well- I- Uhm.” They stuttered, funny, you made them nervous. Your kidnapper, nervous, from a sarcastic compliment. You chuckled with a smirk on your face, “Some menacing kidnapper you must be.” As soon as the words left your mouth, you couldn’t remember anything else.

drip.

drip.

drip.

“I didn’t want to have to do this sunshine, but you left me no choice.”

anyone see in the new what if episode when loki flicked their wrist🤨

kinda sus loki/j

this will contain spoilers for Loki episode 5!

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Gif isn’t mine but I just wanna say he wasn’t even in the episode that long but im simping hard for this man its not funny

thank you for your time

emo wanda<333333

gif isnt mine btw!!!

i feel like spamton would totally wear the same dirty hawaiian shirt that has the first four buttons unbuttoned with dirty white shorts with a ton of stains and some absolutely filthy black crocs if he was human.

Ok, so I already commented on this and I know im late doing this but,,

The author did an absolutely amazing job with this fanfic and I feel really happy and special that someone wrote a fanfic off of one of my Agatha imagines. definitely check out the author, their @ is @poetsdeadxo thank you SO much for doing this and I’m completely in love with this fanfic, we stan soft Aggs :))

home to you [1/2] (agatha harkness x reader)

hi there! this is my first time posting a fic and uhh yeah. hope you guys enjoy!! might post part two next week (or sunday)!! 

this is inspired by a post made by @agatha-harkness-simp​ (i hope you don’t mind and if you’re not happy with it i can take it down i don’t mind honestly!!)

Agatha sighed as she closed the front door, her forehead leaning against the cold wood. Usually she loved her trips, but this one was different. Not only was it further away than usual, it was also a lot longer. Her last few trips have been 2-3 days, maybe 4 at a push but they never extended past a week. This one was for a month. It was a month away from you, her angel, her true love. She would do anything for you, and hated being away from you for too long. It drove her insane.

Your relationship with Agatha has been your longest so far. You’ve been together for 3 years but it felt as if you’d been together for most of your lives. It felt as if you were soulmates. For Agatha, this was a whole new ballgame. She’d never been in anything as long term as this, she was usually too afraid of the other person getting hurt, or hurting them accidentally or them eventually fearing her because of what she was. But you, you took her by surprise, as you always do nowadays. You didn’t judge at all, in fact, you found it cool that she was a witch, and rather hot. The fact that she stood in her own power and didn’t cower to anyone or anything was amazing to you, and incredibly empowering… also extremely hot.

The day she met (a more accurate description would be when she bumped into) you at that coffee shop is one of her favourite memories. She remembered how much of a stuttering mess you were blurting out as many apologies as possible as you attempted to wipe the coffee you’d spilt down her shirt whilst she remained silent, watching you. It was her fault, she wasn’t paying attention but you immediately took the blame. You’d continue to panic until she took hold of your hands softly to stop you from hastily wiping, reassuring you it was okay and that no harm was done. She told you she didn’t like this shirt anyway and that now she had a reason to get rid of it (not that she did, unsurprisingly she’s the sentimental type and kept it in the end, not that she’d ever tell you). You asked how you could make it up to her regardless, and she asked for one simple thing. That you both meet the next day for coffee, at the same coffee shop at the same time. You agreed. From that day on, she knew she would never let you go, and the same could be said for you with her. You both fell for each other the second you met.

She found it odd that the only light downstairs was coming from the kitchen. She further realised that there was something else missing in the darkened front room: you. The last few trips she’d been on, the day she was returning you’d stayed up until she got home, wanting to kiss her and hug her the second she walked through the door, even if she protested that you needed to sleep; she couldn’t always guarantee she would get home at a reasonable time. She dropped her bag by the door and walked through the seemingly empty house, feeling a sense of dread until she noticed the pre-prepared cup left next to the almost cold kettle. You knew she loved to have a cup of tea when she came home, so you’d prepped one for her, putting her favourite lavender teabag in for her. Agatha’s smile returned as she boiled it again, looking around the small kitchen and remembering all the nights you’d spent together trying to bake or cook things that were sometimes successful, sometimes not so much. All the times she’d come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing soft kisses into your shoulder or peppering your cheek with them as you softly argued about needing to make dinner. She’d turn you around and switch the radio on with her magic so she didn’t have to let go of you, swaying together to whatever song was playing. She’d always tell you how much she loved you, how much you meant to her, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as she held you as close to her as possible.

She was pulled out of her memories by the kettle whistling before going quiet, alerting Agatha it was finally boiled. She poured the hot water into the mug before walking upstairs slowly, hoping you were still awake. Once she reached the bedroom she stopped in the doorway, admiring the sweet scene before her. You were curled up on the bed, wearing her favourite purple jumper, fast asleep with Senor Scratchy in your arms. Her smile widened, she couldn’t believe she’d not seen your gorgeous face in a month. As much as she loved modern technology, she still didn’t see the purpose of having a phone but that was before she met you, and realised long distances were hard on the both of you. Maybe she’d finally get one, just so she could talk to you when she’s away. She remained in the doorway for a few minutes, just taking in being home and finally seeing you. She sipped on her tea before she walked towards her side of the bed, noticing how the moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, illuminating parts of your face softly. She finished her tea quickly before she carefully opened her bedside drawer to grab her pyjamas, not wanting to waste anymore time she could be spending snuggling with you, making up for lost time.

Senor Scratchy sensed movement beside him and woke softly, turning in your arms to see who or what it was, growling quietly in case it was an intruder or someone he didn’t like and needed to protect you. Once he recognised the other person was Agatha, he began purring happily. Agatha leaned over to pet him in an attempt to calm him down. “I know, I know, shhh. You missed me, I was gone for too long, I agree. I hope you behaved while I was gone.“ Agatha whispered to make sure she didn’t wake you. They both turned to look at your face, soft and peaceful, too deep in slumber to hear them.

"I think someone else missed me too.”

Scratchy curled back up into your arms as you shivered, the cold air finally reaching your bare legs. Shorts were not a good idea when you’re sleeping alone in winter. Agatha unfolded the blanket under your legs to pull it up to your waist, so you could warm up and still let Scratchy see what was going on. When she found the pyjamas she’d been looking for, she used her magic to change rather than physically doing it, it would take up too much time and she was far too impatient in that moment.

She finally climbed into your shared bed, trying her hardest not to disturb you from your sleep. As she turned to face you, she pulled you closer to her. You found Agatha’s warmth welcoming, moving closer unconsciously. Agatha opened her arms and allowed you to snuggle against her chest, your head resting against her shoulder. She admired you for a moment before pressing a few soft kisses to your forehead and temple. She rested her chin atop your head, one hand delicately brushing through your hair, something she did to calm you down or to help you sleep. The other wrapped around your waist, her forearm lightly resting against Scratchy’s back, making sure he felt included too.

Every time she came home from her trips, this was the only thing she wanted to do, cuddle with you and Scratchy, who the pair of you affectionately refer to as her son, the two most important people in her life. You both found it hard to sleep without the other person, often only getting a few hours sleep or suffering from bouts of sleeplessness when away. That first night back together is always so important to the pair of them, hence who you like staying up to see her when she gets home. She can imagine you might be heartbroken when you wake up and realise you weren’t there to greet her when she got back, but it was okay. The fact that Agatha gets to cuddle you and hold you close now means more to her than anything, and knowing she wouldn’t have to go anywhere for the foreseeable future was even better. The rest of the week would consist of the pair of you staying in bed, not leaving each other’s arms (and the house if you can both help it).

“Next time, I won’t be gone for as long as I was today. I promise you, my angel. No more long trips, I don’t like it when you’re not next to me whether in bed or not. I missed you far too much to be humanly possible.” She whispered these promises into your hair as you continued sleeping, aware she was there but at the same time, you weren’t too sure if she was really there or if you were fully immersed in the dream you were having. You always dreamt of Agatha when she was away.

“I love you baby, more than words can say.”

She pressed a soft kiss against your lips before closing her eyes, finally feeling at peace with her lover in her arms and her son cuddled up between them.

Nothing could make her happier, knowing she would always come home to you.

THIS CONTAINS NWH SPOILERS!!

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Ok so, Andrew’s Spiderman who I’ll be calling Peter 3 for now, we know that he was able to save MJ and what he looked like when he was able to save her. I imagine that when he got back to his universe he went to Gwen’s grave and just talked. I feel like he would be beating himself up mentally because he was able to save MJ but not Gwen.

ayato didnt come home on my first 10 pull😿

tom hiddleston and his dog gives me life