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You make me feel Beautiful
Summary: Wanda has just given birth to the twins and feel insecure about her body causing her to push away yn.
Warning: 18+ *slight smut at the end*
Angst and fluff
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“Finally” you breathed out as your back hit the comfort of your bed. The past two hours had consisted of you and Wanda trying to get your two screaming babies to sleep. Nappy changes, singing, rocking,feeding and burping nothing seemed to satisfy the twins until finally now,12:30 am; on their own accord after having totally exhausted their parents silence was bestowed in the home.
Next to you Wanda also breathed out, the relief of finally being able to hear herself think clear. “ I love them both so much but god; having twin’s is difficult.” Wanda states as she turns to look at you.
You look back at your wife taking in her appearance, how strands of hair escape the confinements of the messy bun on the top of her head, the light blush present on her cheeks due to the ordeal of the past two hours. But you swear she just gets more and more beautiful by the day, especially seeing her become a mother you have never felt more attracted to her than now. You just wish she believed you when you would tell her.
“You look so pretty right now” you whisper into the quite of the night
Wanda avoids your eyes, “I look like a mess” she scoffs voice laced with insecurity.
It had been over two months since Wanda had given birth to Tommy and Billy, and the two of you had not been intimate since before the birth; not by lack of trying from your side but rather Wanda. Anytime you would try to instigate, she would make the excuse of being tired, which you would of believed but then she started getting changed in the bathroom with the door locked. And there also been occasions where you would try to hug her from behind but as soon as your hands get anywhere close to her stomach she moves away. This was especially strange as, Wanda’s and your’s love language had always been touch, ever since you first started dating.
“Hey, look at me baby” you reach out carefully entwining your hand with hers that lay on the matteress in the middle of the two of you.”I miss you, just let me hold you please?”you look into her eyes, lit only by the moonlight seeping through the window.
“I want you to but I just.. how can you still find me attractive, my bodies changed and I’m just so scared you’ll see all of me and just be disgusted”Wanda whispers, tears filling her tired green eyes.
Your heart clenches seeing your wife so upset.”is that why you’ve been hiding your body from me?”you whisper back. Wanda nods the tears falling down her cheeks. She removes her hand from yours to wipe them but you beat her to it carefully drying her tears with the pad of your thumb.
“I Remember when I first spent the night with you and I was so nervous for you to see all my scars, I thought they would make you see me differently, that you wouldn’t find me attractive enough, I felt like I was damaged,ugly.”
“They’re not ugly they tell a story, they’re part of you and your beautiful” Wanda states with certainty; upset that you ever though so lowly about yourself.
“Yeh I know that now because you helped me see them that way, I remember how you didn’t judge me you made me feel comfortable in my skin and I want to make you feel that way to.”
“Plus your body tells the greatest story ever. It has literally given the gift of life, it’s carried our two strong and healthy baby boys and I couldn’t be more proud of you if I tried. Your body represents strength and resilience and there’s nothing more beautiful than that, I swear.” Wanda looks for doubt in your eyes but sees nothing but sincerity.
Wanda gives you a soft smile before turning away from you, to face the window. You stare at her back defeated but before you can get up to leave Wanda reaches for your arm placing it around her midsection pulling you closer. She pushes back into you as you hold her tighter finally feeling her in your arms after what felt like so long. A few minutes pass and you hear Wanda’s soft breathes even out, signalling that she’s asleep, you follow soon after with a lazy smile on you face.
You open your eyes with a groan being awaken by cries coming from the nursery, you feel Wanda moving out of your hold but before she can your already up on your feet, “go back to sleep I’ve got them”
“Are you sure, you got up last time too” Wanda looks at you eyes still full of sleep.
“I’m sure; its the least I can do, you literally pushed them out , stay in bed” you smile bending down to leave a kiss on her cheek as you make your way to the boys room.
After giving the two babies a bottle and plenty of cuddles they were fast asleep again. You look down at them both asleep in their crib; how did you get so lucky. If ten years ago someone would have told you you’d have a wife and two kids, the perfect family; you would’ve laughed in their face. But here you are against all odds you made it, you and Wanda both did.
The clock reads 9am as you go back to your bedroom, with the intention of going back to sleep, but to your surprise you find Wanda standing at the foot of the bed, and you can’t help but notice the disregarded sweats and T-shirt from last night on the floor.
There your wife stood wearing a sexy red lace lingerie bra and thong set, with a black silk robe falling from her shoulders, much to your gratification; failing to hide much from your wandering eyes. You stand there in shock practically drooling from the sight of you wife, you hadn’t seen her without a sweatshirt for the past two months let alone practically naked.
Seeing Wanda start to play with her hand nervously breaks you from your trance and you notice the blush on her face getting more apparent, she catches your gaze before shyly looking down.
“Is it ok?” She whispers unsure, embarrassed almost.
You quickly move towards her, hands gripping her hips pulling her closer to you whilst she moves her arms up behind your neck, as your arms circle her waist, settling your hands on her lower back.
”it’s beyond ok, you look unreal, baby” you whisper into her ear, leaving a kiss there before moving your lips down to her neck, you bite down on her sweat spot making her release a breathy moan of pleasure. It’s musics to your ears. You know it won’t take much for both of you to reach a high seeing as you hadn’t had any skin on skin contact with each other in the last two months.
Taking you by surprise Wanda pushes you onto the bed before removing the black silk robe fully from her body before sitting on your lap.
You move your hands to grip her ass, giving it a squeeze causing Wanda to role her hips looking for friction to ease the growing tension. The thin material of her lace thong not doing much to hide her arousal that drips onto your thigh as she rocks back and forth.
Wanda reaches back to unclip her bra all whilst holding eye contact with you, almost as if she’s daring you to look down at her now exposed chest. Seeing how much of an effect her body has on you and how much you still crave her, grows Wanda’s confidence as she attaches her mouth to yours, kissing you passionately.
Wanda pulls away breaths heavy. She smiles at you as her eyes fill up, due to the overwhelming feeling of adoration and love before softly whispering;
“You make me feel beautiful detka”
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Unspoken Truths
Summery: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but never once has she showed up at your doorstep in this state. Pregnant, alone, and hurt. You take her in and you both dive into the difficulties of pregnancy, and hiding feelings.
Warnings: Pregnancy, Dickhead Vision, Friends to lovers, Attempts at comedy, Reader being a sweetheart like always, Mutual Pinning, Faint talks of Abortion, talks of nausea and vomiting.
Words: 4k
There was a knock at the door. Which was weird since it was- what time was it?
Your arm reached for your phone resting on the bedside table. 2:04 am. Your brows furrowed in confusion, feeling discomfort. Who would be knocking at your door at 2 in the morning? Wiping your eyes you rose to your feet, questioning if this was really worth getting up for.
Slowly you found your courage, and a baseball bat in your hands. You stumbled through the hallway, trying to wake yourself up to face the potential threat at your door. You felt like you were walking right into a classic horror scene, was it Ghostface maybe? Nah he’d call, you think.
Through the peephole you saw the last person you’d ever expect at this ungodly hour.
“Wanda?” You yawned, hand still on the door. “It’s 2 in the morn- Woah.” You grunted in surprise as her arms wrapped around your waist, instinctively you wrapped your arms around her too. Your surprise quickly shifted into concern at her small sniffles, the brunette tightly gripping at your shirt. “Wanda? What’s wrong?”
The girl in your arms said nothing, merely shaking her head against your shirt. You took that as your cue to close the door behind you, leading Wanda inside. Not once did you separate from her, allowing her to cling onto you. Despite the circumstances you couldn’t help the blush from rising.
Unfortunately you don’t dwell on how nice it feels to be hugging Wanda, not now, not when she’s still crying. Removing an arm around her, you place it on the small of her back. “Why don’t we go sit on the couch?”
It’s then that Wanda realizes her current position, she takes a shuddering breath, agreeing with a nod of her head. You ignore the flutter in your chest from the way her grip tightened on your forearm as you lead the way.
When you sit on the couch Wanda follows suit, sitting a safe distance away from you. You figure she’s composing her thoughts from the way she plays with the rings on her fingers.
Without thinking you reach for her hand, missing the way her breath hitches from the contact. “What’s wrong Wanda? You can tell me.”
The brunette looks up at you through tearful eyes, she only feels herself tear up further by the look you give her. An adoring look, a soft comforting smile. It hurts to look at, it hurts even more when your eyebrows furrow.
“You don’t have to talk about it if it’s bothering you so much…” You add, she’s quick to wipe her eyes and take a deep breath.
“Y/n, I’m pregnant.” She sighs out, feeling some relief. She cringes at the way your eyes widen in surprise. Now you were certainly awake.
Out of all the things Wanda would say, that was certainly not one you would’ve predicted. Pregnant. Of course you could see Wanda being a mom but you recalled her mentioning how she’d like to finish college first.
Clearly…that didn’t happen.
“I just found out.” Wanda let out one of many sighs to come, rubbing her swollen eyes with her hoodie sleeves. She leaned back on the couch, giving you a forced smile.
You remained flabbergasted. Pregnant.
Wanda was pregnant. And came to you. For comfort? Advice? A secret revelation that your love for her was strong enough to get her pregnant? That last one was still part of your sleepy brain talking.
You had many questions, the most important one was where was the father? You assumed Vision was the father, at least. Even if part of you didn’t like that idea so much.
Taking in consideration how the brunette arrived at your house, with red bloodshot eyes, and tear stains on her cheeks from crying so much. You worded your next question carefully. “I’m assuming it’s bad?”
A watery laugh escapes her lips, she shakes her head in disbelief. “Bad is an understatement.” And although she’s laughing, her eyes continue to water until she’s tired of pretending everything’s going okay. Her crying turns to sobs, leaning against you for support again. This time you don’t disconnect, letting her rest her weight on you.
You stare up at the ceiling, Wanda laying on your chest having fallen fast asleep. The couch is comfortable enough to make you feel better, but not enough to silence your worries for the woman on top of you. Unsure of what to think you simply conclude it’s best if you don’t, not right now.
Letting out a deep breath, you close your eyes, tightening your arms around the girl.
Tomorrow, tomorrow you could talk about it.
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It was tomorrow, and you were dreading talking about it. It’s not even yours, chill out, you reminded yourself. First thing you woke up to was an empty couch, with just you laying on it. Where was Wanda? Rubbing your eyes to wake up fully you noticed the small sticky note on your arm.
Turning it around revealed Wanda’s whereabouts.
I wanted to make you breakfast, so I went to the market. Your pantry sucks ♥️
Okay, breakfast. You loved Wanda’s meals, you figured the least you could do was clean up the kitchen for her. Forcing yourself to get up you threw your arms over your head, letting your back pop. Looking towards the kitchen in all honesty it didn’t look too bad.
Just some pots that needed to be cleaned, remove the grease. A bag of flour on the counter…you didn’t quite remember why and how that was there. And a sock on the stovetop, you held it up in disgust. When did that get there?
Feeling embarrassed for yourself, you got to work. Quickly. Socks were placed in the hamper. Flour, back in the pantry in its designated compartment. Then you dropped some flour, falling all over yourself and the items around you.
“Great…” you muttered, eying all the powder on the floor.
Sweeping it is.
Aside from the mess, and making more of a mess things went quite smoothly. You were satisfied with your work, the kitchen looked like a kitchen again. However pots still remained, making quick work of them you rinsed them off.
Not noticing how the front door opened and a certain brunette looked your way. She smiled fondly at the small cusses you let out, shaking your hand from the hot water. Carefully she placed down all the grocery bags, a little louder than she intended.
“Oh shit!” You gasped, dropping the pot. “Wanda! You scared me.” You chuckled, turning off the tap, you could finish washing that later.
“You bought a lot…” You pointed out, drying your hands. Six paper bags were on the table, you were very glad you took time to clean it.
Wanda snorted, unloading the frozen products from one bag. “Y/n you didn’t even have tomatoes. Absolutely no produce.”
You rolled your eyes. You never cooked much, tomatoes would’ve gone bad under your care. Wanda on the other hand lived for cooking. A perfect balance in your opinion, she could cook, and you could taste. You walked over, taking the frozen foods from her hands to put them away, ignoring the pointed look.
She muttered something about your organizational skills—lack of. Probably a complaint.
“How much was it?” You asked from the freezer.
Does cheese go in there?
“It’s on me.” She shrugged, opening the onions and placing them in the basket. Her nose crinkled watching you attempt to be useful, gently her fingers wrapped around your wrist, taking the cheese away and putting it in the fridge.
You let out a shaky exhale from the contact, watching her walk away. Shaking off the feeling you remember her words, scrunching your face. “No Wanda, how much?” Pulling out your wallet you handed her $120 “Here.”
Wanda laughed, pushing your hand away “No. It’s on me. For last night.”
“Seriously?” You scoffed not believing it, waving the money at her. If she wouldn’t take it you knew you’d have to put it in her purse when she wasn’t looking. Like usual. “Well at least let me cook if you’re not gonna take it.”
“I said I was making breakfast!” She whined. Cute.
You pouted at your friend, stuffing your hands in your pockets. “Yeah but I want to do something…”
Wanda smiled, placing a hand on your forearm. “You’ve done enough for me.” She said, leaning up to place a small peck on your cheek. “Thank you Y/n.”
Your breath caught in your throat, knowing you didn’t win this battle. Of course not, she cheated, but she didn’t know that. She’s with Vision, having no clue of the effects she has on you. You still felt hot on the inside, and were probably blushing on the outside too.
Damnit Y/n pull it together, she’s pregnant and needs your support. Not your gayness.
Once everything was put away, mainly Wanda doing the work and correcting whatever you did wrong. She pushed you down on the chair, telling you to sit while she cooked. Then you could talk, talk.
Right, the talk.
Fuck.
You wondered why you were still so nervous. Around Wanda? Well that one was given. But a pregnant Wanda? That felt…odd. Nevertheless you gave her, her space not wanting to overwhelm the pregnant person.
She didn’t look pregnant…obviously. She just found out…hasn't even been a month. God was it hot in this room? Or were you just sweating? Nervous.
“It is Visions.” You turned your head to look at Wanda. She spoke calmly with a tense figure. She flipped the bacon, turning her eyes to you. “And- You know I didn’t want…kids right now but things happen. We’ve talked about it before and Vision said he’d love that.”
You tilted your head, knowing there was more to it.
She let out a shaky breath “After college, he's still building his business a-and he said he doesn’t have time to raise a family. He wants nothing to do with them but I-“
“Abortion isn’t…?”
“No.” She said firmly, turning off the stove, using her sleeves to wipe her blurred eyes. “Your bacon might be a little salty by the way.” She smiled sadly, handing you a plate with two pancakes.
Seeing past the smile, you squeezed her arm in understanding, grabbing the plate from her hands. She sat down across from you, eating from her own plate giving you the opportunity to do the same.
“These are great Wands.” You mumbled after swallowing your food, wiping your mouth. “You’d be a good mom.” Digging your fork into the pancakes for more. They were truly delicious, you don’t think you’d ever get used to how spectacular she made them.
Wanda gave you a scrunched look, a sheepish smile on her lips. “You’re just saying that.” She shrugged it off, ignoring the way it made her feel.
“I'm not though. You’re kind, patient, compassionate, giving, and understanding. Aren't those motherly qualities?” You teased, though your tone remained reassuring.
Still Wanda remained in disbelief, shaking her head lightly letting out a breathy laugh “I’m just not sure where to go from here. I’m keeping them.” She stared at you, seriously, as if you would try to change her mind.
“But that’s all I know.” She rubbed her head with her hands, feeling frustrated. She had no plan.
You reached over for Wanda’s hand, rubbing soft circles with your thumb. “It’s okay, we can figure it out together.”
Her mouth curved into a smile, looking at both of your hands. Together, that was a nice word. Then she took in what you said, her head tilting to the side. “We?”
Wanda’s smile turned into a teasing one, as you stammered over your words, tensing your hand from their ministrations. “Well yeah I mean since Vision isn’t really in the picture and you shared the apartment with him I’m assuming- offering if you wanted to stay with me.” You bit the inside of your cheek.
Smooth.
“It was just a thought I had…” You finished, feeling intimidated by her gaze. Your heart pounded against your chest, waiting for her answer. You had basically just proposed she move in with you, with a kid. Like couples do. With a kid.
The more you thought about it the more you wanted her to say yes. You wanted to care for her, god knows she needed it. An idea came into your head about rearranging the guest bedroom into Wanda’s, only if she said yes- god we’re getting ahead of ourselves what if she says n-
“Yes.” She blurted, squeezing your hand in excitement, a little harder than intended.
“Wait- yes?”
“Yes! Oh my god yes,” She practically squealed, standing up from her seat to pace. “I mean I was also thinking about where I’d go…I’m not ready to tell my parents, you know how they feel about pregnancy before marriage, and Pietro already knows but he’s barely thriving.” She gestured with her hands, clasping them together and looking at you expectantly.
You nodded, growing even more excited with her. “Then it’s settled, you’ll stay here.” You beamed up at the brunette. She was quick to pull you out of your chair with a toothy grin, pulling you into a hug.
You both sighed at the contact, holding each other tighter.
“Thank you, again.” She mumbled, nuzzling further into your neck. You could only smile, what else could you do? This girl was amazing, you squeezed her back in response.
“It’s no problem, I’d love having you here. And the kid, or kids? Wouldn’t it be crazy if you had twins- worse triplets.” You mumbled to yourself, Wanda giggled.
Maybe Wanda would need help moving in. Getting her stuff, avoiding Vision. You thought to yourself about skipping work for the day- maybe a week. The guest bedroom had the essentials, but not anything baby related…
As you continued rambling on about the move, Wanda sighed, tugging you closer with a loving smile on her face. Then it dawned on her, was she in love with her best friend? Her eyes widened at the realization, trying to bury her panic and listen to your voice instead.
You raised a hand to your chin, not noticing how tense she had become. “I think I could skip work today and go to the hardware store. We might need a crib, the guest bedroom is yours but the baby gosh it needs its space too-“
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The move had gone smoothly, a little too smoothly. Wanda insisted you stay outside the door to Visions apartment while she took care of things. Reluctantly you agreed standing outside waiting, only coming in when Wanda signaled for you to come in.
His apartment was quite nice, you could see why Wanda liked it so much. Unsurprisingly his home was decorated with small luxuries, perks of being a Stark.
Boxes after boxes went by packed, you insisted Wanda do the lighter loads, not wanting her to hurt her back. And before noon all of Wanda’s stuff was ready to go, no Vision in sight. He must’ve been busy today, Wanda only muttering something about his Chess club.
Not wanting to stay any longer you packed up the truck, heading to your place. So in short, yes, everything was going great. Wanda made herself an even more important figure in your life, you didn’t think that was possible. Although she had a way of proving you wrong.
She fell quickly into your daily routine, and so easily too. Every morning she’d make you coffee for work, and when she was feeling sick you made her breakfast in return. Wanda had been getting sick a lot more than usual, you assumed it was morning sickness. If only you had realized sooner how bad it had gotten.
Wanda could not sleep.
There were days when she’d have nightmares as a kid that prevented her from sleeping, often nightmares of a bomb being dropped on her house. Nights waiting up for Vision where she couldn’t sleep in hopes he’d return soon. Many times in her life Wanda found it difficult to sleep, this time the horrors of pregnancy guiding her to insomnia.
Until she felt that familiar feeling again, nausea. Quickly she threw the covers off herself, booking it towards the bathroom. Wanda was so grateful your guest bedroom had a bathroom connected to it, it had given her more privacy and spared her the embarrassment.
Her fingertips barely grazed on the door to close it before she was kneeling on the floor by the toilet, emptying the compartments in her stomach.
Hunched over on the toilet she didn’t realize how much time had passed, time passed slowly for her during this part. All she remembered was the door creaking a little and her hair being collected into a ponytail.
Wanda swore she could hear your voice, she preferred to focus on how nice your hand felt rubbing on her back, how soothing it felt. Your touch brought her back, wiping the side of her lips she turned to meet your concerned eyes.
Only turning more concerned by the look of exhaustion Wanda held. Words weren’t necessary to communicate where Wanda would be staying that night, or any other nights. Really, as Wanda was pulled up to her feet, and guided to your bedroom she found herself unwilling to care. You kissed her forehead so tenderly whispering goodnight that made Wanda realize it wasn’t so bad.
Sleeping in your arms was worth a little sickness.
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“Twins.” You heard Wanda mutter from beside, laying on the bed. You couldn’t quite decipher her tone, but her squeeze on your hand made you feel uneasy. Not wanting to overwhelm her, you decided to keep silent, biting the inside of your cheek.
Weeks had flown by pretty fast, Wanda being on her 15th. Poor girl was already feeling the pain of carrying not one but two kids in her stomach. She’d often ask you to hold her stomach which you easily complied too.
The doctor turned in his chair, away from the monitor looking at you both with a grin. “Yep! Looks like two healthy babies, would you like to know the gender?” He asked.
Your eyes glanced at Wanda, her face indifferent. Thankfully you caught the slight quiver of her lips letting you know all you needed to.
“Uh no. Thank you Doctor Stephen but I think” She squeezed your hand again. “…we’re fine for now.” You mustered up a polite smile.
He nodded his head, mirroring the same smile “Of course! I’ll just go put this in your file and clean things up then you’re good to go.” He tossed his gloves in the bin, finally leaving you two alone.
You sucked your teeth, hearing the door click shut. Knowing Wanda, she was never used to change even though throughout her childhood all the brunette did was suffer through it. She liked to be in control, prepared for what to expect.
Now it seemed you were expecting two.
You let out a small noise as your back hit the chair next to her side. Deciding to break the silence, you spoke calmly, “So twins, I guess that means we might need another crib.”
Her eyes only twitched in response, barely acknowledging the way you tried to subtly cheer her up. Make her feel this wasn’t a sudden change she wasn’t prepared for. The thought of another kid shook Wanda, it made her feel nervous. She fidgeted from her place, picking at the bedsheets.
Wanda shook her head, letting out a sigh. She took her hand off yours, using them to rub her temple. “God I- this wasn’t supposed to happen. Y/n I-“ Her throat closed up, she hated the way her immediate response was to cry, tears starting to prickle at her eyes. She hated even more how your face softened, “I can barely fathom one kid, now I’m supposed to mother two.”
Her head hung lowly as small tears started to stream down her cheeks. Not wanting you to see her that way she tried her best to turn away only for you to grab her cheeks with both hands, thumbs rubbing soft circles against her skin. Wanda let out a choked sob, staring at you so hopelessly. The sight broke your heart.
“Wanda hey, it’s okay.” You whispered.
“No Y/n I just- two. That’s two new people coming into your home, and me included- I can’t do this to you. You don’t deserve it.” She croaked out, sniffling between words.
You scrunch your face in protest, giving her a stern shake of your head. “Wanda you’ve always been welcome in my home, pregnant or not and it’s not just mine now it’s yours too. I want to help you.” You affirmed, moving your hands to wipe at her tears before coming down to hold her own.
“Why?” She asked.
“Because I care about you, and I love you.” You confessed, the words coming out with more meaning than you intended. Wanda stared up at you in adoration, her eyes crinkling, and a small blush dusting her cheeks. It was then you noticed how close you were, how close Wanda's face was to your own. Feeling overwhelmed by her stare, you looked away, taking a couple steps back. “And I love them too, whatever they are…”
Missing the disappointed look on her face.
Leaning back into the bed, Wanda turns her head to look at you, and if you were looking back you would’ve seen the loving look on her face “I really don’t deserve a friend like you.” She said softly, her voice so fragile.
Then you turned back this time, meeting her gaze, her words registering in your head. Quickly your face turned into a frown, “Don’t say that.”
Ignoring your words Wanda took a hold of your hand. A gesture that came so naturally now, both of you latching onto each other, wanting to feel one another. “I love you too, so much detka.”
More than you realize.
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“Y/n.” Wanda murmured hurriedly, shaking at your arm. “Detka, wake up.”
Letting out a snort, you woke up with a cough, turning away to cover yourself. Your eyes fluttered wide open, wrestling with the sheets in a panic, “Huh? Yeah- Wands? What's wrong, are they here?”
A small smile crept up her lips at the mention of the twins, “No silly, I'm just…hungry again.” She whispered, turning away from your gaze in embarrassment.
“Again?” You clarified.
“Yeah…sorry.” She chuckled awkwardly.
Leaning on your elbows for support you lifted yourself up, sitting up. Scratching the back of your head you turned to look at your clock. Naturally it was 2 am, usually the time when Wanda would get hungry.
“No, no, that's fine.” You muttered hoarsely, clearing your throat. “I don’t mind, what are you craving?”
“Steves burgers…” She beamed.
“Steves? Okay I’ll get you some, with onions or without?” You said as you walked towards the closet, shrugging on your jacket.
“With, and grilled please.”
“Okay, yeah.” You hummed, slipping on your shoes. “I’ll uh be back try to get some sleep yeah? It's pretty late.” Kneeling up from the floor you reached for your wallet, stuffing it in your pockets.
Wanda made a disagreeing grunt but pulled the sheets back on herself anyway. “I guess.”
You nodded, giving her a sheepish smile. Grabbing your keys from the nightstand you made your way to the door, a small tug on your jacket stopping you. Curiously you turned around to meet Wanda, tilting your head in question. Her hand traveled up your forearm, pulling you down to press a lingering kiss on your cheek.
“Stay safe, and put on your glasses when you drive. Your astigmatism gets bad at this hour.” She husked out, letting you go.
Your breath catches in your throat, not trusting your words you nod again. Stumbling through a few items you rush towards the door, leaving with a small goodbye unsure why Wanda was teasing you. What was that?
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“Hey.” You said, a surprised look on your face as you closed the door behind you. Wanda gave a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes from the dimly lit dining room. She was sitting comfortably in the chair, wearing one of your hoodies.
“Hi.”
“What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting, it’s really late.” Checking at the clock once again you confirmed your suspicions, you assumed perhaps she’d enjoy her burger in bed like she always does. This time however Wanda had different plans, fiddling with her sleeves.
“You know I can’t sleep without you.” She retorted, gazing into your eyes “I like it when you’re here.” She confesses profoundly.
You give her a sheepish smile, unsure what to say. The look in her eyes does nothing but make you even more nervous, what was going on with her? “I like it when you’re here too. Is everything okay?”
Wanda lets out a sigh, you choose to ignore it thinking she’s probably starving by now. You place the plastic bag on the table, taking out the bags and giving Wanda her burger. A number 2 with grilled onions, two pickles, and no cheese. “And I got you these.” You slide the container to her.
Wanda gives you a questioning look before opening it, she lets out a gasp when she does. Animal style fries. The annoyed quirk of her eyebrows long gone. Closing the lid she gives you a thankful pout, her eyes glossing. “Thank you…”
“I got you a strawberry milkshake too since I know you like dipping them with the animal fries.” You chuckled, putting the glass on the table.
That’s when Wanda wanted to cry, cry pathetically into her perfect burger brought by your perfect, kind, compassionate self. Instead she tossed the burger aside and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Your eyes widened in surprise, but pressed back with the same intensity, quickly melting into the kiss.
Wanda sighing against your lips easily became your new favorite sound, eager to get her to make more, your hands coming up to cup her face. Eventually you realize that this isn’t just any girl, but your best friend. Your best friend who you’d have been crushing on for years, your best friend who just kissed you.
She kissed you.
And you almost break the kiss by how much you’re smiling but Wanda beats you to it, leaving lingering kisses on your lips, slowing the pace until her forehead is against yours. “I’m in love with you Y/n.”
Your breath hitches “M-Me too.”
Wanda shakes her head, moving to nuzzle against your collarbone. “No detka, as in more than just a friend.” She says, reminded of your previous statements on what friends do. Fuck being friends, you wanted Wanda. Wanted to show her how good of a partner you could be.
“So you like me?” You asked shyly, still processing the revelation.
Wanda picked up her head from your shoulder, correcting you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Love you.”
You swallowed dryly, feeling your heart race. “That's great- thats- I.”
“Just kiss me already.” She orders breathlessly, barely giving you time to mutter ‘okay’ before your lips are on hers again.
It's not until the morning when you both come downstairs, lovesick smiles on your faces, that you realize the mess you left behind. Both burgers remain uneaten, but as your eyes glance down to yours and Wanda's intertwined fingers, you could care less.
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Natasha giggles…
Natasha: stop that! That tickles!
Y/N runs the pink baby booties across Natasha’s belly…
Y/N: these boots are made for walking-
Natasha: you fruit!
Wanda: what’s going on? Ohmygosh! Are we doing the little bootie walks across her pregnant belly?! I use to love that! I want in!
Y/N hands her a spare set, Wanda gladly joins in…
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WOLF AT YOUR DOOR Pt. 2
The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT) #2 —
—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—
Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader
A/N — So this took a fucking while because I was very sick and then by the time I could write I had lost the ideas I had and the inspiration to write it. Anyway this is considered as part 2 to Wolf At Your Door but can be read as standalone I suppose. Also there is no smut for this one because I just couldn't see it being in this part. I've got 2 other Wanda oneshots coming up that will have smut, one of which may be quite long... like Habits II if I can.
WORD COUNT — 2.9k
READER DISCRETION — fluff — slightly possessive reader — Wanda and reader being a grump x sunshine couple — profanity — mention of protective reader — all about them pups really — small mention of Wanda's backstory — there's SITCOMS HERE — reader acknowledges the cheese of romcoms — marking — confessions and feels — I think that's it?
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WOLF AT YOUR DOOR
SUMMARY — Never did you ever imagine that pups would become your future. No less, to Wanda Maximoff. Despite your odds and differences to begin with, perhaps you're willing to give this thing a shot.
“No.”
It’s as simple as that as you push the trolley forward. Wanda pouts and as an act of defiance, she throws the colourful, tiny suit into the metal basket on wheels. You aren’t quick enough to repress the almost disgusted sigh.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asks behind a scowl as you both continue your voyage down the aisle. “Yellow hurts me. Deeply.”
Was that a lie? Maybe. But did you instantly regret your answer when you see the flicker of disappointment in Wanda’s eyes? There’s no doubt about it. She reaches back into the trolley for the tiny suit, amongst the array of others you both had already picked out, most likely to place it back on the rack when you stop her.
“Leave it.” She looks shocked when you prevent her from fishing it out of the selection. You only roll your eyes, the faintest of smirks on your lips. “I’ll just have to be blindfolded when I hold them.”
Wanda smiles a toothy smile - that perfect smile - in regards to your humour. You’d never been one at the party to crack jokes but sure as hell would win a joke match against Rhodey. Him and his fucking tank story.
But Wanda is entertained deeply by the mental picture of you with a literal blindfold over your eyes as you cradle little wolf jr. A picture perfect snapshot already archived in the album in her mind.
Already midway through the second trimester. Time is flying by so quickly. You both still hadn’t sorted out the crib yet and by that, you hadn’t. But all the cribs you and Wanda saw were made for one baby; two at best if you were really set on them sharing.
But human cribs never accounted for four pups and you weren’t very impressed by the idea of building four separate cribs. Uh uh, that made your wolf brain go crazy. Your pups separated from each other? How would they bond with each other?
That was how you and Wanda got on the topic of a ‘den’ and nesting. Surprisingly she was on board with the idea from the start when you first told her your concerns about the pups being kept away from each other, that their bonding time would be hindered greatly if you both went about it the human way.
She’d agreed wholeheartedly. Not a huge case it took to convince her.
Wanda and yourself roll into the next aisle and the first few racks were rows upon rows of socks and shoes meant to be fitted to tiny feet.
Wanda laughs at the expression on your face and you give her a puzzling furrow, head tilting to the side like a confused dog.
“What?”
“You,” she giggles, “didn’t expect our little rendezvous night to take so well, did you?” You merely shrug with a small noise, quick to cover it up you clear your throat loudly.
“You brought it out of me. You should have known never to do that to a werewolf.”
Wanda smirks with a slight nod of her head. She’s double sure she doesn’t regret a single thing. There’s nothing she would trade for this feeling of her hand running over the large bump of her stomach that ferociously kicks with your pups. Four, healthy pups.
There were still remnants of the aftershock back at the compound. The reveal that you and Wanda had slept together was talk of the compound for weeks before Wanda grew sick and with that, the test coming back positive. When you were able, Banner executed some further tests and you almost fainted right there on the spot when he congratulated on the four additions.
And not to mention the overstimulation on your part. Not only was Wanda a walking ball of ever changing hormones but you were in overdrive as well. Anytime someone made Wanda upset in the slightest you were on them in a matter of seconds. Fury had to call an emergency meeting in regards to keeping yourself in line throughout Wanda’s pregnancy. Not that it helped, you only grew to become fiercely protective over Wanda and your unborn pups.
But for Wanda it was all she could want. Not to lie to yourself - your counsellor advised that lying to yourself is a bad habit - but you were happy as well. This was a secret dream come true. Wanda’s interest is piqued when she spots a set of black footed pyjamas with crescent moons on the pads of the feet and little pawprints scattered across the body.
“Y/N, look!” she gapes as she holds the suit up for you to look at. Out of some maternal habit, she holds it against her bump and in that moment, it all hits you like a freight train.
You were going to become a parent. A wolf parent. You wouldn’t be so alone anymore now with Wanda carrying your lineage within her womb. And she’s excited for it. Has been since the very beginning. To have such an opportunity before you now, you realise just how alone you were before. How fine you’d been being so alone before.
But if you had a chance to go back in time, to stop yourself from entering Wanda’s dormitory that night, you realise now that you wouldn’t.
Your lips part but no words come to mind. You’re drawn at a blank. All you can do is marvel at the inevitable coming of your pups. “I think we should get them, the pups will look so cute.” She grabs three more and places them in the trolley.
‘Fucking hell…’
Wanda looks up from the haul and tilts her head curiously at the look you give her. Eyes wide, unblinking and just simply admiring her. Right there in that aisle of baby supplies. Not exactly one of those times in movies where the misunderstood, hardened love interest finally sees the sunshine protagonist in the highlight of their epiphany and has a complete one-eighty on their entire reality; but fuck, it was close enough.
Seeing Wanda swollen large with your pups. It’s something that cannot - will not - be robbed from you. “You okay?” she asks softly and you nod slowly.
“Yeah. Really good, actually.”
Ugh, those sitcoms and romcoms she’s made you watch are starting to rub off on you. You sound so fucking cheesy. She smiles wider this time and using a hand to flip some loose hair behind her shoulder, she beckons you to follow her.
Maybe yellow isn’t such a bad colour. You can make it work.
Dinner time is rolling around and you check the time, just ten minutes past six. Wanda happily prepares dinner for both of you and your invited guests, her eyes occasionally lifting to watch the sitcom she’s adamant on watching.
At first, you didn’t get the fascination with a cast of characters just doing mundane things in one space only to have the laugh track and fade effect transition into the next location.
However, Wanda was quite open with you about her life before Hydra took her and her brother. That she adored sitcoms from a young age, and one of the last memories she has is sitting down next to Peitro in front of the TV to watch an episode of the Dick Van Dyke show, her parents cuddled together on the couch.
It was a raw scene to bear witness to. Her eyes flooded with tears. The only thing you could do in that moment was pull her to you in a tight embrace. The rest is history. One of your personal favourites was Bewitched, but you refuse to admit that to anyone.
“How’s the project coming along?” Wanda asks as she stirs the contents in the pot around, giving it a little taste test.
“It’s good,” you answer with a focused grunt, expertly working one of the last screws into place.
“You’re following the instructions, right?” You don’t need to look at her to know her attention is elsewhere, she’s not even looking over at you. You roll your eyes, gaze momentarily glaring down at the booklet.
You grumble to yourself under your breath. “Don’t need the instructions, werewolves don’t need fucking instructions.”
Wanda can’t suppress the grin on her lips at your huffing and wolfish grumbling. The pups were in for a treat with you, she can tell already.
“Do human babies actually like these… knick knacks?” you ask rather unsurely. You stand the changing station up and brush your hand along the mobile. The colourful, plastic bits clink and sway.
“Yeah!” she answers with enthusiasm. You only raise your brows more with worry. You weren’t set on having those little things dangle in front of your pups, just begging to be grabbed and chewed to bits. But that was a worried conversation for another time, a knock on the door alerts you both of your arrived company.
You call out for them to enter as you busy yourself with putting aside the table. Natasha all but swaggers on inside, a box in her hands as her eyes glance between you and Wanda.
“Good evening, how did the shopping go?”
Wanda giggles at your reaction before she uses her stirring spoon to point at the haul you both had garnered today on your big voyage to the great danger beyond: the public. Sam, Steve and Clint walk in after Natasha, each wearing a smile of their own.
“You ready to have a crack at parenthood, Wolf?” Clint jokes and you shrug. “As ready as I could ever be.”
Wanda begins serving up dinner when her eyes squint, accusation on the tip of her tongue. “We’re missing one,” she drawls and Steve chuckles lightly under the scrutiny of the witch’s gaze.
“Bucky had to cancel last minute, small mission briefing.” Steve’s explanation is supposedly good enough for your little witch to accept but you see the judgement in her eyes. You chuckled, the wolf in your eyes spelling mischief as you look at Wanda from across the way.
“So lucky. If only I had a mission briefing too.”
Wanda flicks her fingers at you, the tips of her fingers glowing with her scarlet magic when a knife flies your way. You catch it with a surprised guffaw. “Sweetheart, I thought we would save the knife play for later.”
Wanda looks at you with a narrowed gaze but her smirk speaks volumes to you. She’s silently challenging you and all you do is raise your brows, your tongue in your cheek.
Sam is clearing his third plate of the masterpiece dish he insists is of five star quality. You hum teasingly under your breath, “I dunno, I think she tried to poison mine.”
The others share in the banter with small laughs and their own opinions of their dish, all of which praise Wanda’s skills around the kitchen.
But what was all your teasing but a mere altered projection of your deep, underlying affection for Wanda? As you talk and catch up with your friends at the dinner table, your hand seeks out Wanda’s under the table. When you find hers, your fingers intertwined together. A simple and small action but for you, it held more affection than many things that could overly express one’s love.
You weren’t the type to show up at the door with a giant bundle of roses and balloons, with music blasting the greatest love song hits of the century. You always prefer to keep it small. Private. Intimate.
So after another hour or so, your friends call their leave. “And remember, Tony’s hosting that huge baby shower for you guys next week,” Natasha reminds over her shoulder. A shudder attacks your spine and you inwardly growl. Tony would of course play out the entire thing as an act of being the ‘fun and cool uncle’ but really, it was another dig for getting the car done up good on your mission.
“He knows I hate his parties,” you mumble to her once you’re both alone. She’s in the kitchen finishing up the washing when you walk up behind her. It’d been a big day for you both. It feels good for it to just be the two of you know.
Your arms circle around her waist and pull her in close, her back flush against your front you take the opportunity to bury your nose into her neck. She giggles loudly, cringing as she tries to wriggle away from you.
“What’s wrong?” you coo with a playful nip to the shell of her ear. “I’m ticklish there!” she squeals but you continue to feign knowledge.
“Oh? Are you now?”
“Yes!”
You laugh, cool, rich and deep. A husky drawl while you continue to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her calming scent. Your hands balance on the rise of her swollen stomach, the kicks strong and prominent against the light pressure of your hands.
“They know it’s you,” she cannot help but say with a smile. Something about your pups being able to recognise your touch makes her heart flutter and it makes something in you inflate. Pride.
Your pups knew you by touch already. You just knew they were excited by the mere presence of your hands - of you - being so near. You smile. “Because they know I’ll protect them. Protect you.”
“You know… you never did mark me.”
You freeze for a moment, hesitant on how to answer her. What could you say to that? But Wanda turns around to face you and draws you into a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips capture yours and her tongue teases the line of your mouth.
“I don’t care what reservations you have about this relationship, or that you plan on sleeping with other people. But please, I just want to feel some semblance of love, that I belong to you.”
You frown at this and immediately, your hands find the edges of her jaw to lift your tearful eyes to yours. “Wanda,” you sigh in disbelief, “take a look inside. What do you see?”
She gives you a look of scepticism and you huff deeply through your nose, a wolf behaviour to further urge her to comply. She does so, closing her eyes and taking a moment to read your thoughts. This is the first time you’ve given her permission to take a look inside your mind.
“You see anyone else?” She shakes her head in response. “That’s because there is nobody else. There’s only you.”
You sink to your knees so you’re at eye level with the baby bump. Wanda watches you, eyes wide and jaw slack. Whatever antics you were getting up to, she’s at a loss. When has she ever seen you become a mushy mess for anything? When Wanda looked at you, she never put affection as part of your resume. You and the factor of affection or anything to do with a loving relationship were just two opposite ends of the spectrum.
She didn’t believe you were ever capable of such adoration and devotion. “There’s never been anyone else. It’s always just been me. That’s how it used to be before… this.” Your nose pushes against her bump and you feel the pups kick again.
You grin this time before your eyes lift up to see Wanda, her button lip jutted out in a pout. Her bright eyes coated with hot tears.
“Little witch, I’m not… I’m still very new to all this. But I’m telling you now that I want to have a go.” You pause and swallow thickly. “I don’t want it to just be me anymore. I want it to be us.”
“Then make it an us. That’s all I want.”
You hear the plea in her whisper and you rise up to your full height, staring down at her. Your hands cradle her face in your hold, you simply take the moment to admire in her eyes what you once mistook for lust; that you now see as love.
“It’ll hurt for a second,” you inform her as you slowly tilt her head so her neck is bared for you. “But I promise it’ll be for just a second.”
She nods and you take that as your go ahead. This is where the lone road ends for you. No more being alone.
She closes her eyes with the growing anticipation and you bare your prolonged fangs, inching them closer to the sensitive skin of her neck, hovering over the spot you’d nuzzled just prior. Right where she was ticklish.
With a final, deep breath you close the distance and plunge your canines and her body locks up, a yelp on her lips you tug her in closer to you. Your body is a silent assurance that she’s alright. That she and your pups will be alright.
She feels it in her core, a whirlwind that sweeps her like a heavy storm. Like wind blowing in her face and drawing the air from her lungs. Right beneath the surface of her skin tingles and becomes ignited with that binding fire. When you pull away with a breathless exhale, your dazed eyes glowing, it takes you a moment of swaying to become stable again.
“Fuck,” you both groan softly, noses brushing together as your lips dance over one another, their connection ghostly but the radiance of your new connection a fiery and passionate spark to the touch.
Wanda smiles and her flushed cheeks indicate her flustered embarrassment. You chuckle deeply and lift her chin up with your fingers so she meets your hungry, wolfish gaze.
“You’re mine now.” Her hand finds purchase on her stomach, and yours falls over the top of hers. “And they are our pups.”
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Our Sleeping Beauty
WandaNat x PregnantFem!Reader
Request | 1,347 Words
“We didn’t want to wake you up.”
Natasha—like always, was the first one of you three to wake up, and after a minute of ogling the both of your sleeping forms she went on her typical morning run. Only to return an hour later to an awake Wanda cuddling into your slumped form., “She’s still asleep?,” Natasha asked over a soft chuckle splitting Wanda’s attention between the two of you,“Yeah, and she’s just too cute to wake up.,” the witch mused with a raspy voice as she looked to her other wife with tired eyes full of love., “Then I say the two of us leave the sleeping beauty to rest while we run her errands.”
Wanda gently removed herself from your side, settling a pillow in her place as to not disturb you, and once she saw you were resettled she made her way over to embrace Natasha., “You’re absolutely right moya lyubov’, our angel is already overdoing it as it is, and she needs all the sleep she can get.,” Wanda confirms, then she leaves a soft peck to the redheads lips before scooting off into the restroom to get ready.
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Natasha sits down besides you, admiring how beautiful you were in quiet moments like this. When you’re not bustling around to keep the house in order, or to keep all the Avengers well fed. Being Tony’s assistant for nearly a decade sure had perks, but it also came with a hefty workload that your lovers see firsthand. They have repeatedly begged you to retire the job, to become their pretty little housewife, but you truly are a stubborn one. So for now they will just assist you as best they can, and allowing you to sleep while handling Tony’s ridiculous list is just going to have to do for the day.
Natasha just couldn’t help it as she settled a kiss to your forehead., “YA tebya lyublyu.,” a coy smile takes over her face when you stir ever so slightly in your sleep, the silky grey covers consequently fall and leave your pregnant belly exposed to your lover whose eager lips lean down to press another kiss to your bump., “Mama lyubit tebya.,” she gasps lowly when the baby shifts under her lips., “Ostavaysya yeshche malyutkoy. mame nuzhno pospat'.”
(I love you) (Mama loves you) (Stay still little one, mommy needs to sleep.)
Wanda quietly tiptoes over to the scene, her hand lays against Nat’s shoulder as she too leans in to press a loving kiss to your bump., “Be good little one.,” she whispers against your skin, then as she pulls back she turns Natasha’s body, carefully she pulls her off the bed as to not disturb you further, and then into a kiss., “This is going to be a long morning.,” she sighs against the older woman’s lips who then chuckles into the kiss., “Better get going then.,” and just like that the brunette was being pulled out of the room, and was off to collect your to do list from under the magnet on the fridge.
A significant amount of hours had flown by before you woke up with a start. The talons of one bored calico kitten had etched a mark into your thigh before the older black cat could stop her successor. Your eyes flew open to find the cat was now lying on your bump, purring loudly in what you assume to be a self soothing move as he awaited your likely scolding. Though it never came as you were too busy looking to the clock that flashed 11:00AM.
Panic etched its way into your very soul seeing as how Tony’s charity gala was tomorrow and you needed to get everything pulled together. You realize that in your pregnancy induced exhaustive state last night you’d forgotten to set your alarms, but the vacancy’s in bed that belonged to your lovers left you perplexed. They knew today was your important day set aside for pulling all the loose strings together for Tony, and it irked you that they’d leave you in the lurch like this knowing how much you valued your position with the billionaire.
You tried to get out of bed, but the process had only become harder the closer to your due date you got. Falling back with a huff you did the next best thing., “Hey Siri, call baby mama and baby daddy on speaker for a conference call.,” and after only a few rings you heard the sound of panting, and then a slightly panicked voice., "We didn't want to wake you up...,” Hearing Wanda in such a state amused you, and if you weren’t panicked yourself you might’ve tried to ease her worries., “Well I have a lot of work to do, and it was irresponsible to leave me sleeping well into the late morning.”
Natasha rolled her eyes at your tone, she was clear across the way from Wanda, and was nowhere near as worried about your anger., “Detka, we made a logical decision for the sake of your health, and you should be happy to know we handled all of your little tasks.,” Natasha’s face held a smug smile as you were silent, but Wanda’s held a grimace as she was almost certain you were planning their deaths., “So, instead of waking me up as you should’ve, you two went out and handled all of my work for me without any issues?,” your tone was level, and the words were clear as day, but still they found themselves at a loss for an answer.
The silence felt safer to your lovers, your question was simple, but it also felt like a perfectly crafted trap they didn’t wish to fall into today., “An answer would be nice.,” Wanda cleared her throat, deciding it was her turn to brave the storm that was a hormonal, unpredictable you., “Yes detka, we finished about an hour ago, now we’re actually headed to get some food for you—our beautiful angel.,” Natasha smirked at the brunette’s attempt to placate you, knowing that it was likely to work.
“What food?,” you asked just as level, though you had to fight off a laugh when you heard your wives gulp, because truth be told the answer they give now matters the most., “A BBQ Chicken pizza from Joe’s, loaded carnitas fries from Sal’s, and an Oreo shake from Jack in the Box.,” Natasha said without missing a beat, and she stared at Wanda through the car window with the aforementioned pizza in hand. Neither woman moved as they listened to your heavy breathing through the phone, they imagined you were likely sharpening your knives, but really you were just trying to sit up.
“When can I expect my lovely wives to return with my snacks then?,” they both sighed in relief when your voice was suddenly elated., “We’ll be there in less than twenty detka.,” Wanda cheerfully replied, the car was already thrown in reverse as Natasha was buckling up., “All will be fine just as long as we don’t forget my Coke from McDonald’s, because we all—.,” Natasha humorously cut you off, “There’s no Coke better than a McDonald’s coke. We know moya lyubov.,” she shook the icy drink near the phone’s microphone for emphasis and she could practically see your smile as you spoke., “Thank you Natty.,” and just as Wanda went to speak her displeasure you cut her off., “Thank you Wands, I know it was probably your idea.”
Wanda looked to Nat with a cheeky smirk., “Mhm, of course moya lyubov’, food was all me, but handling your day was all Natty.”
“Well, then you both have a good chance at receiving kisses for your efforts, but only if you’re on time.,” and you could actually hear the tires screeching., “See you soon lyubov.,” you giggled while snuggling the purring cats close., “I sure have your mommies wrapped around my finger.,” you mused with one hand on a cat, and the other lovingly rubbing your baby bump., “Gotta teach you now little one, because you and I are about to rule this castle if you get it all down now.”
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•New Wandanat Story coming soon•
The Miraculous Trio: A Journey of Love, Power, and Parenthood
Wanda Maximoff x Pregnant-Y/N x Natasha Romanoff
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Sister Responsibilities PT 2(Steve Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader)
Characters: Stever Rogers X Maximoff!Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff X Sister!Reader
Universe: Marvel, Avengers
Warnings: Pregnancy, spoilers for End Game also just gonna totally ignore what happened to Tony and Natasha
Request: A part 2 to sister responsiblities. She is pregnant with twins when wanda is back and helps her cope with the loss of vision. Wanda is happy her sister and steve asks for wandas help to propose. She tells them its twins after the proposal. And the twins are boys. Reader also tells them she wants to name the twins peitro and james.
PT 1
The feeling that Steve felt the moment he heard Sam’s voice in his ear saying “On your left” felt surreal. When he then saw the man, along with Bucky, and then Wanda, he felt a weight he had long forgotten about lift off his shoulders. Pure relief.
He didn’t get to properly interact and catch up with them until Thanos and his army were finally defeated. He got to hug Bucky and Sam first, the pair immediately asking how he was, what they’d missed out on, but before Steve could go into any details, he heard Wanda. Crying.
“Y/N? Y/N where are you? Where’s my sister? сестра?!” She was calling among the crowds of hundreds of soldiers and people catching up, also looking for friends and family. Steve followed her voice, going in search of her, Bucky and Sam following after him until they found her, seeing she’d found Clint and was begging him for answers, though he was lost on what to tell her, until Steve approached, reaching his arm out, signalling with his hand to Clint to hand her over. Clint turned her by her shoulder so she faced him, her eyes wide and terrified. “Steve, where’s my sister?” She demanded. “She’s not here- is she dead? Has she died?”
“Wanda, breathe.” Steve assured her, his hands holding onto her shoulders to ground her. “She’s fine. Perfectly fine, I promise. I know exactly where she is, and I’m going to take you straight to her, alright?” He assured her, getting a vigorous nod from the woman in response. He tucked her under his arm, keeping her close and he started to walk with her away from the battlefield the closest available vehicle, and as he got her seated in the passenger seat, he wasn’t too surprised to see Bucky and Sam not far behind, getting in the backseat without a word.
“Why wasn’t she there, Steve?” Wanda asked as he started the car, starting to drive. “Is she hurt? Did something happen?” She asked.
“Wanda, she’s fine, I promise.” Steve assured her.
“Steve.” She growled. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, seeing her panic was turning into pure frustration with him at him being vague with her. “Why wasn’t she there?”
“I told her to stay back.” He finally answered. “I wanted her to be safe and away from any danger. With how things turned out with Thanos showing up- I’m glad I did.” He explained, missing the point where he had actually argued with you about it- finally convincing you with the main point of the possibility the plan failed and you ended up out there on the base looking for a miracle all for nothing, only to trudge back, and how it would be easier for you emotionally if that happened for him to come back and tell you the results. There were several smaller reasons, but in the end, whatever he pulled out his ass as an excuse, he’s glad he did.
Sam cleared his throat, breaking Wanda’s suspicious glare of Steve. “So, mind telling us any major events we’ve missed?” He inquired, hoping to ease the tension, but with Steve now becoming more tense, he realised quickly that he just accidentally stepped into dangerous territory, and in no doubt- it involved Wanda, and more importantly, the subject of the woman’s anxiety- her older sister.
“Well… I should give you a heads up. Y/N and I live together.” Steve started with. The silence in the air other than the rumble of the car’s engine was worse than if Wanda was just yelling at him- Steve had dealt with his fair share of arguments with the eldest Maximoff in the past five years, especially in these last few months with tensions running at an all time high, so he was sure he could handle Wanda, but the silence? It was the worst.
“How many bedrooms?” Bucky spoke up.
“Buck-”
“Two. Two bedrooms.” Steve quickly interrupted Sam’s scorning. “Two bedrooms, one bathroom, closed floor plan in a nice part of the city. We got it together a few months ago.” Steve explained, talking just to fill the air at this point.
“How many bedrooms was the last apartment you two shared?” Wanda asked, the tone in her voice taunting him. She knew.
“...One.” He admitted. That silence returned. “We started seeing each other a few months after… we relied on each other and… we just clicked.” He admitted. He couldn’t see it, his eyes too focussed on the streets as he entered the centre of the city, over crowded by people reuniting with their loved ones and running to look for people, but Sam and Bucky watched Wanda sink into her seat a little, her head resting, rolling over to look at the blond.
“You’ve been looking after my big sister? Keeping her safe? Keeping her happy?” She asked, her voice now a lot softer. Her tone made Steve relax as well.
“I’ve tried my best and intend to keep trying.” He promised her, a faint smile appearing on Wanda’s face. The silence now was a lot nicer. Bucky and Sam were able to sit back in their seats, not scared that Wanda was gonna throttle Steve. “Wanda? I know this is all sudden, but…” Steve hesitated to speak, but eventually gained the courage. “Do I have your permission to marry her?”
“Have you been waiting till you got us back just to ask her that?” Sam asked.
“Honestly, yeah.” Steve admitted, everyone in the car sharing a light chuckle.
“Yes. You have my blessing. My sister isn’t an idiot- if she’s chosen to stay beside you for so long and live with you, you must be special to her.” Wanda granted.
Eventually Steve parked the car on the side of the street, everyone piling out, and Wanda looked up at the building Steve parked outside of- he wasn’t lying, it was a nice building, on the nice side of town. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and Wanda turned to see Steve, offering her a set of keys. “Third floor, on the left.” He told her. She grinned, grabbing the keys and dashing up the stairs the three men not too far behind. Wanda reached the floor, finding the door and knocking on it with no hesitation, before waiting impatiently. She heard shuffling, before a bolt unlocked and the door opened.
“Wanda?” Was the first thing out your mouth, absorbing that she was actually in front of you- a few cuts and bruises from a fight, but there. In person. Alive. The back of your eyes burned as you reached your arms out to her. “моя драгоценная сестра!” You sobbed, grabbing your sister and pulling her as close as possible.
Close as possible, being the keyword there.
Wanda felt the obstacle stopping her in being as close as she could to her sister, pulling away to see what it was, and was greeted by the comically large bump attached to you. She gaped at it for a moment, before her eyes met yours. “You’re having a baby?”
“Babies.” Steve corrected as he came up the stairs, Sam and Bucky, who had frozen on the stairs at the sight of the eldest Maximoff heavily pregnant. “It’s twins.”
“Twins? Like…” Wanda’s words caught in her throat, as you sadly smiled and nodded. You looked at Bucky and Sam still on the stairs, before back at your sister.
“Let’s all go inside, stop crowding the hall.” You told them, stepping aside for Wanda to come in, having to shuffle past your bump before Steve took over holding the door for Bucky and Sam. Once back in side, you hugged your sister again. “I’ve missed you so, so much. I wanted to be there for your return but the base is so far away, and with them being due next month and the doctor saying twins like to come early-” You rambled before Wanda stopped you, holding your cheeks on her hands and smiling.
“Don’t be, I understand, you have to look after yourself and your babies. I also understand why Steve had been adamant on you staying behind… also, it was for the best. I’m glad you weren’t there.” Wanda admitted, though your smile dropped as you turned to Steve alarmed, looking for answers.
“Thanos from the past found his way through and tried to snap again, but this time snap every living thing. We managed to stop him and he’s completely gone now… We’ll go into the gritty details later, okay?” Steve explained.
“I take later means when stress might not make me go into early labour?” You asked, Steve grinning and nodding. “Thought so. Fair enough. The longer little Pietro and James stay inside the better.”
“Pietro?” Wanda’s head snapped around at the name, quickly followed by the same reaction from Sam and Bucky. “Your naming your babies Pietro and James?”
“I’m jealous.” Sam quickly added.
“Pietro Oleg and James Samuel. If that makes you feel better.” Steve added on, getting a smile from the man in response.
“Oleg? Like our dad?” Wanda noticed and you nodded. “I’m so happy that I’m going to be here to meet my nephews.”
“And you better not go anywhere anytime soon my baby sister.” You told her, holding her close. Steve smiled to himself, before nudging his two friends to the kitchen.
“You two get comfy, we’ll do dinner.” Steve called.
“We are?” Sam asked, making Bucky laugh as Wanda pulled you to the living room to get comfy and begin catching up.
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Sarah: Oh, no, mommy has been watching „I love Lucy“ again!
James: Yeah, together with Auntie Wanda. They always watch the episode where Lucy has Little Ricky.
Yelena: Now she even dresses like Lucille Ball!
Steve: Who would have thought that Nat‘s pregnancy hormones are into 1950s sitcoms?
Natasha: Ricky…oh, I mean Steve, please get me pistachio ice cream, hot fudge and sardines. I‘ve got a craving like Lucy.
Steve: Oh, brother!
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Rosie's Lullaby (Pregnant!Wanda x Fem!Reader; Yelena x Kate)
Wanda Maximoff Masterlist
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Anon asked:
kinda wanting a small fluff with pregnant wanda with her precious little girl after the twins, reader and her just being excited about having a princess to spoil 🥰
Wanda’s fingers stroke (Y/n)’s cheek, her wife asleep. (Y/n) cuddles Wanda’s belly, her lips brushing against the fabric of Wanda’s sleep shirt.
“Had a long day?” Wanda murmurs to (Y/n), though she didn’t expect an answer. (Y/n) was a SHIELD agent, though she had taken a desk job when she and Wanda had gotten married. “I appreciate everything you do for us and the boys,” Wanda continues softly, continuing to brush her fingers down (Y/n)’s face.
(Y/n)’s sister, Kate and her girlfriend, Yelena, step out on the Bishop-Maximoff floor, and eight year-old twins, Billy and Tommy, who had been watching a movie in the living room, run over to their aunt.
“Auntie Kate!” Billy says happily, and Kate smiles, setting down the carrier of Starbucks drinks and hugging her nephews.
“Auntie Lena!” Tommy turns to Yelena. “Are you going to make macaroni for lunch?” He asks excitedly.
Yelena grins, just as excited. “Of course. I make the best macaroni!” Yelena says, moving to the kitchen to find a box or two of macaroni noodles.
“I’ll be right back,” Kate kisses her girlfriend’s cheek before she carries the drinks to Wanda and (Y/n)’s bedroom.
Wanda smiles warmly at her sister-in-law. “Thank you, Kate,” she murmurs, and Kate sets the drinks down on Wanda’s nightstand.
“Of course,” Kate smiles. “Lena is making -”
“Macaroni,” Wanda finishes and Kate’s smile widens.
“Yes,” Kate says, her eyes twinkling. “And we were planning on watching the boys for you, if that’s okay?”
Wanda glances down at her exhausted wife before she nods. “That would be great,” Wanda replies. “Thank you, Kate.”
Billy and Tommy run into the room, quieting down when they see their (H/c) haired mother asleep.
“Can we go, Mama?” Billy asks, coming to stand at Kate’s side, his gaze gleaming with excitement.
Wanda smiles at her twin boys, nodding, and Billy and Tommy exchange gleeful looks. “Make sure to take your pajamas and a change of clothes for tomorrow and -”
“Wands,” Kate interrupts. “I’ve got it. I’m mature.”
Wanda chuckles, staring at her sister-in-law with amusement. “That’s debatable Katie, but go.”
Kate and Tommy leave the room, but before Billy leaves, he hugs Wanda gently and presses a kiss to (Y/n)’s forehead. “I love you, Mama,” he hugs Wanda again.
“Love you too, baby,” Wanda presses a kiss to her son’s forehead.
��Tell Mom I love her?” Billy asks uncertainty.
“I’ll tell her,” Wanda replies. “But she already knows.”
Billy grins before he runs out of the room, almost closing the door, leaving it open with a little crack.
Wanda smiles, reaching over and pulling her vanilla bean Frappuccino from the drink carrier and taking a sip.
Wanda continues her gentle menstruations against (Y/n)’s cheek.
(Y/n)’s eyes flutter open, and she sighs contentedly.
“Are you awake?” Wanda murmurs, not wanting to wake (Y/n) if she wasn’t awake.
(Y/n) hums with reply, brushing a thumb against Wanda’s belly.
Wanda smiles at her wife’s gentleness. She reaches down, using a finger to lift (Y/n)’s chin.
(Y/n) smiles endearingly, scooting up the bed to rest beside Wanda. She leans over, pressing a gentle kiss to Wanda’s lips, cupping the witch’s cheek with a hand and stroking the skin gently with a thumb, not unlike Wanda had been a few minutes before.
(Y/n) pulls away after a moment, both women smiling gently.
“The boys are staying with Kate and Yelena tonight,” Wanda tells (Y/n), who had turned to cuddle into Wanda’s side.
(Y/n) hums in reply. “I hope they have fun.”
Then, Wanda pulls the trump card. “Kate brought coffee.”
(Y/n) looks up, meeting her wife’s gaze excitedly. “Where?” she makes grabby hands, and the tips of her fingers brush Wanda’s stomach, tickling the witch.
Wanda giggles and reaches over, pulling the remaining cup from the drink carrier.
(Y/n) sips her Mocha Cookie Crumble - with Caramel drizzle added - and lets out a comedic moan of appreciation.
Wanda shakes her head, looking amused.
“You two better not be doing anything inappropriate,” Yelena scolds, bringing two steaming bowls of macaroni into the room.
(Y/n) blushes heavily, and accepts the bowl from Yelena, setting her coffee down on her nightstand.
“Thanks, Lena,” (Y/n) murmurs.
“Of course,” Yelena’s expression softens, and she presses a sisterly kiss onto (Y/n) and Wanda’s foreheads. “Feel free to go baby shopping or whatever expecting parents do. We can watch the twins all weekend if you’d like.”
“Thanks, Lena,” (Y/n) repeats, her eyes gleaming with a sisterly affection.
“No problem,” Yelena leaves the room, allowing the dark ginger cat into the room.
(Y/n) looks over at Wanda, as though asking permission to allow the cat to jump onto the bed.
Rusty meows, looking up at (Y/n), as though asking permission to jump onto the bed.
Wanda glances between (Y/n) and the cat, Rusty having propped his front paws on the bed.
“Oh, Wands, look at him,” (Y/n) almost wails, staring down at her poor cat. “My poor baby.”
Wanda’s expression softens. “She’s your baby,” Wanda gestures at her belly.
“She is,” (Y/n) softens, turning and pressing a kiss to Wanda’s cheek, and then her belly. “But look, he’s so sad.”
The rust colored cat lets out a meow of impatience.
“Oh, go on then,” Wanda says, and Rusty meows again, jumping onto the bed and laying down on (Y/n)’s legs and resting his head on Wanda’s belly, purring softly.
“He’s a sweetheart,” (Y/n) coos, stroking her cat’s fur.
“You’re replacing me!” Wanda whines burying herself into (Y/n)’s side.
“Of course not, my lovely,” (Y/n) replies, looking over and meeting her wife’s gaze. “I think I’d have a serious issue if I chose this furball over my intimidating wife.” Wanda smiles warmly, resting her head in the crook of (Y/n)’s neck.
. . .
“Come on, Wands,” (Y/n) bounces excitedly on the balls of her feet.
“Hold your horses,” Wanda grumbles, sliding her feet into her slip-on tennis shoes.
Suddenly, (Y/n)’s phone rings, startling both women. “This is a hate crime,” (Y/n) mutters furiously, answering her phone. “Maria. No. Absolutely not. No field work. I said no.” (Y/n) sits down at the kitchen table. “No!” (Y/n) hangs up the phone. “I’m gonna have to strangle that woman.”
“Kinky,” Wanda says, looking amused.
(Y/n)’s furious expression softens, and she looks up at Wanda. Then she laughs. “Let’s go,” she gets up, circling the table.
Wanda pauses, leaning into (Y/n)’s side. “I love you,” the witch murmurs.
“I love you too,” (Y/n) replies, kissing Wanda’s forehead.
. . .
“Okay, but these are adorable,” Wanda lifts a pair of baby shoes and (Y/n) coos over them.
“Wands, we have to get them!” (Y/n) says, grabbing a pair of the shoes in every available size.
“(Y/n)!” Wanda laughs, watching as (Y/n) puts all the baby shoes in the cart.
“We need the purple too,” (Y/n) grins, grabbing a few pairs of shoes in purple - as well as a few turquoise and aquamarine.
“These are the same color,” Wanda scolds.
“Fine,” Wanda smiles slightly.
“No,” (Y/n)’s eyes gleam with amusement. “Turquoise,” (Y/n) gestures to the turquoise pairs,
“And aquamarine,” she gestures to the aquamarine colored pairs.
Then, (Y/n) meets Wanda’s gaze. “I’m really excited.”
(Y/n)’s fingers dance over the strings of the guitar.
“I know,” Wanda smiles, stretching up and pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek. “I am too.”
. . .
The baby giggles excitedly, pulling herself to her feet and taking a tentative step towards (Y/n) who almost shatters the guitar as she drops it.
“Come ‘ere, Rosie!” (Y/n) holds out her hands, making grabby hands at her daughter.
The redheaded baby giggles, taking another few steps towards (Y/n).
Rose trips on the last step, tumbling into (Y/n)’s arms.
“Good job, Rosie!” (Y/n) gently tickles her daughter’s belly.
The baby giggles excitedly again, pointing to the guitar. “Tar!” she says.
“That’s right!” (Y/n) picks up her guitar, setting it in her lap.
(Y/n)’s fingers dance over the strings again.
“What is the hollow kinda helplessness I’m feeling?
This type of terror is new
And the fact that I can hardly breathe is now revealing
How much I've changed 'cause of you”
Rose taps the wood of the guitar with her tiny fingers.
“You light the world for me
You live life fearlessly
Braver than the bravest of us do
You trust, you hope, you dare
You choose to feel and care
I thought that I was strong till I bumped into you”
(Y/n) rocks back and forth slightly, and Rose giggles once again.
“What do I know about love?
What do I know about love?”
“Everything I thought I did
You've gone and changed it kid
You're what I know about love”
Rose coos softly, turning and burying her face into (Y/n)’s chest. (Y/n) smiles, resting her head gently atop Rose’s. (Y/n) lowers the volume of her playing.
Rose grips the front of (Y/n)’s shirt sleepily, yawning cutely.
(Y/n) sets her guitar down beside her, wrapping her arms around Rose and rising to her feet.
Rose rests her head on (Y/n)’s shoulder, breathing lightly, her eyes closing sleepily.
(Y/n) walks Rose to her room, lying her down in her crib. “Have a good nap, Rosie.” Rose coos sleepily, grabbing her stuffed dragon and hugging it to her chest. “Love you.”
Word Count: 1655 words
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Not yet; not ever
Summary: Yn and pregnant Wanda FaceTime whilst Yn is stuck on a mission.
Short, sweet and fluffy :)
A tiny whiny bit of angst ;)
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Currently, you were lying on a piece of cardboard laid out on floor of a hideout.You had been sent on a mission. What was meant to be a straight forward grab and go operation had turned into three weeks away from your seven month pregnant wife Wanda.
“When will you be home baby?”The light coming from your tablet illuminating your face as you FaceTime your wife after a week of no service.
“Hopefully soon, you know I would never have left if I knew it would last this long I miss you and our little nuggets”
“I miss you too and so do the babies, they haven’t kicked since you’ve been gone, I got worried but dr cho said that their heartbeats are perfect.They must miss your voice” wanda explained before you could worry.
“I hate this Wanda I want to come back home..”you couldn’t help the tears from falling as the emotion and longing got the better of you and the cold wet hideout definitely wasn’t helping.
“Hey hey don’t cry Yn, you know I hate seeing you upset, I promise I’m fine and the babies are fine, you just focus on getting back home to us in one piece, ok” Wanda had noticed the cut on your eyebrow it seemed fresh, she couldn’t help but frown at the idea of you being in pain and her not being there to take care of you.
You shakily breath out through your nose, attempting to calm yourself down, you had to be strong for Wanda; the stress and worrying isn’t good for her. Guilt growing within you as you focus on the dark circles under her eyes, you know she struggles to sleep when your not holding her, nightmares of her past still bother her especially when she is anxious.The pregnancy was already taking a toll on her body, the last thing she needs is to be worried about your safety.
“Yeh your right, Tony says that we should be able to make our way back tommorrow or the day after as long as the storm clears up; promise me you’ll take care of yourself until then, I won’t be able to contact you again, I’ve used up all the data allowance”
“I promise dekta..”
“And you’ll take your vitamins,drink water and call dr cho or Nat if you feel anything’s wrong….” You begin to ramble
“Hey Yn! Breath ok, I promise I’ll do all of the above” Wanda laughs. ”make sure to put some antiseptic on your eyebrow I don’t want it to get infected” Wanda ordered.
You nod before falling into a comfortable silence just admiring each other through the screen knowing that your time is nearly up and you’ll have to hang up soon but you don’t want to not yet; not ever.
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Hey
Could you please share some headcanons for Pregnant Wanda x Nat? 👉👈🥺
I've been thinking about them so much so this will be a true pleasure.
Natasha is truly the biggest sweetheart and himbo when it comes to pregnant Wanda
She will offer up her sitting spot as soon as Wanda walks into the room and run to get whatever Wanda is craving
Nat will also make sure to stock up the fridge with anything that Wanda might need/crave
Nat loves to rest her head on Wandas' lap and just stare up at her with the biggest heart eyes as she also caresses her baby bump with the utmost care
Wanda has caught Nat staring at her with the heart eyes multiplie times
Nat loves to eat her out, she literally won't stop until Wanda is pushing her away.
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Y/N cuddles with Wanda on their bed…
Y/N: can I touch your belly?
Wanda: (giggles) it’s your baby too, detka
Y/N: I know. But you’re your own person and I didn’t want to infringe on your space
Wanda: I’d be more insulted if you didn’t touch my belly (giggles)
Y/N: oh alright
Y/N gently caresses Wanda’s pregnant belly. The babies kick…
Y/N nuzzles Wanda, conveying every ounce of love they can give…
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Clint’s Birthday (Clint Barton x Reader)
Y’all, this literally took so long for me to figure out, and then with me being back to school and everything, I didn’t even have time to try. But, today, after I had two different math tests, I mustered enough brain cells not to ask for another fic by wonderful writers, but to finish the one I started immediately after posting Tony’s Birthday.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, reader is Clint’s wife, canon until after AoU bc there was no need for CA:CW, reader has long enough hair that she puts it up while fighting (could just be a clip or a short pony tail depending on the length of your hair), mentions of a miscarriage being a potential outcome to the pregnancy, Clint asks if they’re going to keep the baby, Vision not having a filter, and probably more but I don’t think anything should need a trigger warning or something to that effect.
I’m gonna say it again though, reader is Clint’s wife, and she is pregnant, there are mentions of possibly losing the baby with as early as they are in the pregnancy, and Clint does ask if they’re going to keep the baby. If any of these topics are triggering to you, do not read this.
Word Count: 3266
Summary: While dealing with the major threat that Thanos has become, what will you do when you find out that you’re pregnant? What will happen when the Avengers find out?
Married to Clint Barton, archer extraordinaire for the last 7 years brought a lot of dumb shit your way. As an agent of SHIELD yourself, you met Clint when Fury paired you up for your first mission together. Take down an assassin in Budapest. Obviously, you took a different route and brought Natasha to Fury, having her join SHIELD with the both of you. That mission you met your best friend, and your soon to be boyfriend.
You had met Thor when he came to Earth, as well as Tony Stark when Natasha was working for him, but you had your own mission, helping Captain America adjust to the world. This had made Clint extremely, yet understandably, jealous since you were teaching the Captain America about everything he had missed while being frozen for 70 years. And while you could admit that Steve was an attractive man, you loved Clint so much that you didn’t know how to breathe without him some days. Steve was more like an older brother to you anyways, and he was always willing to protect you, including the first time he had met Clint. That was one hell of a shitshow, but at least it had a happy ending.
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Clint came up behind you, covering your eyes with his hands while you were signing off on something for one of the lower level agents. “Guess who?” He asked lowly.
“Get your hands off Y/N, Agent.” Steve boomed, walking over to the both of you.
“Off my girlfriend, I think not, Captain Rogers.” Clint retorted, sliding his hands down to your shoulders.
Steve looked at you, “Is he lying to me, Y/N?”
“No, Stevie. This is my boyfriend, Agent Clint Barton. I would’ve introduced you earlier but he’s been on a mission in New Mexico. He’s only back now because Loki’s.. Loki.” You said, pulling Clint’s hands down to your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder.
“Sorry, Agent Barton.” Steve apologized sheepishly. “I shouldn’t have assumed so quickly. Y/N’s just had a lot of male attention recently.”
“You’ve what?” Clint asked, tightening his grip on you slightly.
You wiggled, turning in his arms. “It’s really not that big of a deal, some of the newer agents have been hitting on me as either I walk by or they do. I’m handling it, and everything is under control, honey.”
“Marry me.” He said, kissing your nose.
“What?”
“Marry me, and we’ll put a ring on your finger and you’ll never have to worry about it again. Nat has the ring, and I was gonna take you on a date and ask you, but please N/N?”
You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “Of course I’ll marry you, Robin Hood.”
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The two of you were married just hours after Thor took Loki back to Asgard. You were also an Avenger, as Fury knew you and Clint worked quite well together in the field, especially after that first mission. Additionally, your banter through the comms was quite amusing and everyone on duty always got quite the kick out of it. Including the fact that you almost always had a dry comment to respond to Tony with.
After Ultron, you and Clint had essentially adopted Wanda and helped her properly grieve the loss of Pietro. That included getting her a therapist and working on her powers with her. While her emotions did still affect her powers, she wasn’t controlled by them anymore. And since Tony turned JARVIS into that Vision.. dude.. FRIDAY was the new AI around the compound and Wanda had fallen madly in love with Vision. An AI. Yeah, it’s weird, but you and Clint did the best you could with her.
Since you had managed to talk Tony out of the Sokovia Accords, the Avengers splitting never happened and Steve had even gotten Bucky back, on the basis that he also went to therapy due to the amount of trauma he had gotten working for HYDRA for 70 some odd years while being brainwashed. You were catching Bucky up with the times and pop culture the same way you had done Steve. Honestly, you held movie nights with the both of them and sent them songs you thought they would like, starting back with the 30’s and 40’s music they were used to and slowly working them up to the music of today.
And while you knew Thor and Loki were still going through some things, as was Bruce, since none of you had seen him since the battle with Ultron, you knew something big was happening, you could feel it coming. You had always had a sort of sixth sense about these things, even knowing when one of your coworkers was pregnant before they had said anything, and unfortunately knowing when someone close to you was gonna die. Fortunately, the last time you had seen Thor, you introduced him to phones, and now could call and text both him and Loki whenever you wished. Ah, technology.
“Loki?” You asked, having picked up your phone. “What’s going on?”
“Thanos is coming.” He said. “We’re bringing our people to Earth to keep them safe. Surtur has destroyed Asgard, but we had to do it to keep it out of Hela’s hands. And get as many of the Infinity Stones as you can and destroy them.”
“Woah, Loki. You gotta slow down.” You told him, downing your coffee like a shot. “What’s going on? Who’s Thanos? Who’s Surtur? How has Asgard been destroyed? Where the fuck are we housing all these Asgardian people? Who the fuck is Hela? Also, what the fuck is an Infinity Stone? And how would we destroy them?”
He took a deep breath. “I’ll explain everything when we get here, but Y/N, please know that Earth is in grave danger.” And then Loki hung up on you.
“Oh great. More people. I gotta make some calls.” You said, sighing and dialing the number for Maria Rambeau. “Maria, where the fuck is Carol at? I need the Guardians of the Galaxy. I have questions.”
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In the middle of all of this, since the Guardians were on their way to where they knew one was hiding, hoping to get there before Thanos, you realized that the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach hadn’t gone away. But now you felt nauseous on top of it. So, you decided maybe you’d go see Doctor Cho, maybe she’d have an answer for you.
“Oh there’s an answer, all right.” Doctor Cho said, chuckling at the results.
“What? Am I dying? I can’t leave Clint! He’d kill Tony!”
“You’re not dying, Mrs. Barton. You’re 5 weeks pregnant.”
You were completely shocked. “I’m pregnant?” You asked, not believing the words coming out of your mouth.
“Yup.” Helen told you, handing you the results. “Which explains the nausea and your sixth sense, although not the impending sense of doom. But you are an Avenger, so that’s understandable.”
“How am I gonna tell Clint? How do I save the world? Should I even tell him? What if I lose the baby?” You were thoroughly freaking out.
“Y/N, you’re going to be fine. Everything will work out.” Helen told you, resting a hand on your knee to help ground you through your spiraling.
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Unfortunately, you had believed her, because the next thing you knew, there were 3 infinity stones in the Compound, 2 on the way, with one having been destroyed in the explosion of Asgard. The space stone was in the Tesseract, and Loki had the foresight not to grab it when he was putting Surtur’s crown into the Eternal Flame. Dr. Strange had the time stone in the eye necklace thingy that he kept around his neck, the mind stone was in Vision’s head after Tony had removed it from Loki’s scepter and Ultron had started to make Vision. On the way to Earth, the Asgardians had stopped to grab the reality stone from Knowhere, and the Guardians were on their way with the power stone they had kept from destroying Ronan the Accuser, and the soul stone they were picking up from the place that not even Thanos knows about. Surely, he knows the planet exists, but he doesn’t know what’s hiding there.
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“Okay, we’re here!” Peter Quill said, running in with the others. “Sorry we’re late. ‘You must give up a soul to receive a soul’ and nobody could decide.”
You looked around at all the Guardians, “But nobody’s missing?”
“I am Groot.” Groot said sadly.
Rocket patted him on the head softly. “I know, buddy. Groot threw his video game system over the edge of the cliff to sacrifice for the stone, and now he can’t ever play one again.”
“It may work a little differently this time, being that these were the first 6 pieces of the universe, but I believe there may be a way to overcome this, once we beat Thanos, of course.” Wanda said, making a small red orb appear in the palm of her hand.
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It wasn’t until hitting it with Bucky’s left arm made a crack in one of the stones that you all realized you needed vibranium to break them. “Strongest metal on Earth.” Tony said, calling King T’Challa.
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Two hours later, you were all flying into Wakanda for Shuri’s help, knowing that if she could fix Bucky’s HYDRA-scrambled brain, she could fix anything. “Where is the mind stone?” She asked, scurrying around her lab, trying to figure out how to properly destroy the building blocks of the universe.
Vision stepped forward. “In my head.”
“Oh good God.” Shuri said, lining the stones up. “I’ll need to extract it to destroy it. But I will find a way to keep him alive. Anyone with eyes can see how in love the two of you are.” She told Wanda, already muttering something you didn’t understand about microchips and him being part Ultron as well as Tony and Bruce.
As Shuri began extracting the mind stone from Vision’s head, just a few minutes later, aliens beamed down from the sky, presumably Thanos’ minions. They all started clawing at the barrier, humanoid or not, which the vast majority were not.
“Um, Your Majesty? Steve?” You asked, staring out the window in shock. “We might have a problem.”
Clint came up behind you and wrapped you in a hug. “We’ve got this, hun. Let’s go kick some alien ass. Again. For the millionth time in the last 10 years.”
“Second time in 6 years, my love. But I see your point.” You said, slipping into a side room to change into your suit and pull your hair out of your face. “Okay, Y/N,” you muttered to yourself softly, looking in the mirror, “No injuries this time. And once this is all said and done, we’ll tell Clint.”
Walking out of the room, Steve pulled you aside. “What aren’t you telling Clint until after the fight?”
“That’s not for you to know yet, Steve. You’ll find out when the time is right.”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “I can hear the second heartbeat.” You went to open your mouth to make a smart-ass retort, but you bolted into the nearest bathroom and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.
“Don’t tell anyone. And don’t let Bucky say anything either. And I mean nobody, Steven.” Were the three sentences you said before wiping your mouth, flushing, chewing a mint, and getting ready to join the fight.
“Are you sure-”
“Yes. You’re not stopping me, Steve. I know my limits.”
~~~~~~~~~(Time skip because I cannot properly write a fight scene)~~~~~~~~
After the battle was all said and done, nobody died. Except Thanos and all of his minions. Nebula was safe and free from his abuse, Thanos never laid a hand on any of the Infinity Stones, even though he had the gauntlet, and Vision had a computer sourcing his power now instead of the mind stone. He’d have to charge up about once every other day, but Tony was already installing a charger into his side of the bed, so he could charge every time he laid down, and would magically never overcharge.
Clint had almost died, and you gave him hell for it, although he had given you hell right back for taking a knife through one arm and being slashed across the other. You were both going to be scarred pretty badly over this fight, like most of the other Avengers and fights, both mentally and physically. Plus, by the time the fight was over and you were all cleared to go back home, it was Clint’s birthday.
“Happy birthday, honey.” You said, curling further into his chest and drawing circles on it with your finger.
“Thank you, sweetheart. But you know what would make it even better?” He asked, and you didn’t even have to be looking at his face to know that he had just wiggled his eyebrows at you.
You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “We almost died today and you want sex?”
“What can I say, sweetheart? You make me insatiable.”
“Not now, I don’t think. I’m not feeling so great.”
He rolled you off him and propped himself up above you. “Is it your arm? The meds? Is something wrong?”
All you could do was stare at your husband with the biggest heart eyes in the world as you shook your head. “No, well, maybe. Don’t be mad.”
“Did you lie about your symptoms again?”
“That was you.”
“Was it?”
“Yeah. Because you don’t like how loopy you get on sedatives.”
“Oh, right.” He said, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your thigh. “Well, honey, whatever it is you need to tell me, you know I’ll always be by your side.”
You took a deep breath, looking anywhere but Clint’s eyes. You focused on one of the freckles on his bicep, actually. “How do you feel about being a dad?”
“We’ve talked about this before, honey. Y/N, you know I’ve always wanted to start a family with you.” You looked up at him and saw the same heart eyes looking at you that you had directed at him moments before. You raised your eyebrows a little and gave Clint a little half-smile.
“Clint,” You started, bumping your nose against his softly. “I’m pregnant.”
“I’m actually gonna be a dad?” He asked, a smile growing wider on his face in realization.
You nodded, a smile starting on your face too. “Yeah. You’re gonna be a dad, sweetheart.”
“How far along are you? When did you find out? Have you been doing okay?”
“I found out 2 days ago, and Helen said I’m 5 weeks along. I’ve only puked a few times, but I’ve been nauseous a lot.”
“You found out before we went and fought aliens?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
You nodded again. “Yes. And you said you wouldn’t be mad no matter what I told you.”
He smiled down at you again before flopping back down onto the bed next to you. “Does anyone else know other than Helen?”
You curled back into his chest. “Steve and Bucky can hear the baby’s heartbeat. Steve asked me if I was sure I should fight when he confronted me. But I know my limits.”
“I know you do, baby, but it’s not just you anymore.” Clint said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer into him. “We are keeping it, right?”
“I was going to, and I had assumed that you wanted to. You do? Right?” You asked, mindlessly drawing shapes on his chest with your finger again.
“Oh baby girl, of course I want it. This baby is going to be very loved, by both of us and all the Avengers.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Are we gonna tell people?”
“You’re not really supposed to before 12 weeks, since that’s the most likely time to have a miscarriage. The pregnancy is more stable after that and the chance of losing the baby is less.”
“Okay. We can do that. We’re assassins, we can keep a secret for 7 weeks.”
You paused your movements. “Clint, I can’t drink coffee.”
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The two of you kept it a secret for another 7 hours. Even after swearing FRIDAY to secrecy. To be fair though, it was Vision’s fault.
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You had just walked into the kitchen, tired and ready for a cup of coffee when you remembered that you couldn’t have any. So you steered yourself towards the compound fridge, internally groaning, and poured yourself a nice tall glass of cranberry juice to have with your breakfast, not noticing everybody but Steve and Bucky staring at you with their mouths agape.
“Uh, Y/N?” Tony asked. “Wouldn’t you rather coffee? Like every other morning you’ve ever lived here?”
You shrugged. “I’ve loved cranberry juice since I was a kid, nothing wrong with having it for breakfast.”
“Plus, Mrs. Barton, caffeine is highly unrecommended for when you’re pregnant since it can do significant harm to the fetus.” Vision said, sipping at his tea after doing a quick scan of you.
“I- what did you say?” You asked, gripping Clint’s hand under the counter for support.
He turned to look at you. “Did you not know? I had assumed that since you were not drinking your usual coffee, you were already aware of the unborn child growing in your uterus.”
“I- I- Clint?”
“Next thing we program him to do is keep a goddamn secret.” He said, pulling you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. “Yes, we know. Yes, Y/N’s pregnant. Close your fucking mouths before you catch flies.”
You smiled softly as the realization of what Clint said set into everyone’s head. “And Vision, you’ll also find that people aren’t supposed to know until after the 12 week mark when the pregnancy is more stable.”
“You are right, Mrs. Barton. I’m very sorry, both of you, I should’ve let you announce the news when you were ready. I will keep that in mind for the next addition to our family.”
As the news finally flipped a switch, Natasha and Wanda ran over to you squealing and asking questions; Tony, Bruce, Vision, and FRIDAY were figuring out how to add a baby’s room into yours and Clint’s apartment in the Compound; and Steve and Bucky were looking at you and Clint like proud uncles. This was when Sam walked in, not knowing what had just happened, or why there was so much squealing from two very serious, very powerful women.
“What in the goddamn universe is going on in here?!” He asked, looking around for answers.
“Clint and I are having a baby.” You said, trying to keep the smile off your face as Sam’s jaw dropped.
“You fought aliens while pregnant?!?!” He exclaimed, coming over to you to double check that he had heard this right.
You nodded, “I did, yes. And both Baby Barton and I are fine, thanks for asking.”
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Since nothing had actually been accomplished that day except for Tony already planning the addition of the baby’s room, you and Clint had lots of time to look around at your friends family and realize that this kid was going to be the most loved, spoiled kid (thanks, Tony) on the face of the planet.
“This kid might actually turn out okay.” You told Clint softly, watching the Avengers argue over decide what order they were going to hold Baby Barton in once they arrived.
#reader insert#clint barton x reader#clint barton#steve rogers is like a brother to us#pregnant!reader#wife!reader#y/n and clint are having their first baby#maybe the pietro tribute will be the first child this time#wanda maximoff is like a daughter to the bartons#okay i think that's enough tags
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Content: Pregnancy, food mention, baby bump, etc.
Author's Note: this is only a sneak peak into a three part fanfiction I'm working on between my original character (Satoru Jiro) and Wanda Maximoff. This is my first time writing a fanfic at all so kindly bare with me in regards to the pacing of the story.
Summary: Satoru Jiro had been in love Wanda Maximoff for years. It's just that for as much as he valued their close friendship and teamwork, her love belonged to The Vision. He could only watch their happiness from afar.
Now, Satoru and Wanda are in Westview, living through it's various sitcoms. Wanda is pregnant and Satoru is providing stability with his work as a Bhuddist Monk leading an ever growing religious group in town. He's still upholding his promise to take care and protect her but he finds himself closer and closer to admitting these feelings he's kept hidden for so long.
"So, at some point the baby will start kicking? Won't that hurt?"
Wanda shook her head and smiled. "Sometimes but you've just gotta be there when they start moving around."
Ever since Satoru had changed his schedule to being away from his religious duties on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he's done nothing but keep Wanda company with all sorts of questions about the infant inside her round shape of her stomach.
It was an honest childlike curiosity that wound him up with so much enthusiasm that he started carrying a notebook with him for all sorts of questions and theories he had on his mind. Conversations that didn't go on without Satoru pampering her with foot and shoulder massages, providing cute maternity clothes, gathering resources between the kitchen and grocery store to soothe those bizarre to mundane pregnancy cravings.
His hand was caressing her stomach, anticipating these baby kicks he had been hearing so much about. Meanwhile preparations for a evening brunch was being organized for today's house guests.
The Jones Family. A family of four that the couple were well acquainted with. To squash any and all tension between himself and Phil, Satoru invited them over. The helpers in the kitchen, two of his followers, an older woman and her grandson no older than 19, had the choice to stay or leave once they arrived.
"Are you nervous?" He finally asked. "I've heard Dottie's quite outgoing and friendly in that country club you're in."
"A little. Dottie's nice but that's as long as you don't get on her bad side." Wanda said, half jokingly. While she respected Mrs. Jones and found comfort in their surprisingly tolerant friendship that developed between over the last month, Wanda couldn't help but sense a pinch of jealousy in that southern belle smile.
The man sitting beside her wasn't Vision and he never tried to be. But the genuine patience and care he had put into spending time with her was greatly appreciated now that the morning sickness and spells of dizziness had become part of her day to day routine. What especially made her heart melt was his interest in the baby growing inside of her. Despite the fact that the child wasn't his, he continued to love it as if it were.
She was incredibly lucky to have a dear friend like Satoru in her life.
"Everything is going to be fine, Wanda." Satoru squeezed her hand and kissed her knuckle, their wedding rings glinting in the small ray of sunlight from a window.
"You and I have everything under control."
#tw pregnancy#tw baby bump#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda x reader#wanda fanfic#Wandavision fanfic#mommy wanda#pregnant wanda
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....A Wanda Stan actually acting like X-Men '97 is ripping WandaVision off...because Jean's pregnant....I....I can't anymore....
#and said stan proceeded to go to someone 'AT LEAST WANDAS KIDS ARE CANON' sweetie no#just...no#go and google before you make a comeback dear god#because bitch did not clearly with not remembering nathan summers and rachel summers are right there#also how is wanda copyrighting being pregnant in marvel stuff now#when did that happen wanda stans#you still mad your fav is so unorignial in the mcu they started to rip jean off slowly with her
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You're both in aspirational failure because you just had a baby despite fearing it. I don't think another one would fix it, but what do I know? They also only had One simoleon to their name this morning because they spent every last penny on a crib.
yippee :)
#sims 2 gameplay#wanda tinker#stephen tinker#harmony tinker#i think i need to shorten my adult lifespans. they feel like they go on for way too long. but it might just be me#i'm also pretty sure wanda is already pregnant again. that toy shop is NEVER getting profits
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