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First Night | Wanda Maximoff
Summary: Your first time with Wanda :)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warnings: Smut (Minors DNI), language, age gap (R is 25, Wanda is 38)
Word Count: 4.3K
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A/N: This is a Stripper MILF Wanda fic. It takes place during the events of Woman of the Night. Welcome to the Stripper MILF Wanda Cinematic Universe!
Wanda was definitely not expecting to see you standing in her kitchen at midnight cooking pasta, but there was a first time for everything.
“Oh god,” she gasped, clutching her chest as she saw you standing in the kitchen.
“Hey babe,” you grinned as you stirred the strands of linguini around the sauce pan, mixing it with the marinara sauce you stole from the cupboard. “How was work?”
“Work was fine how…how did you get in here?” Wanda asked. She dropped her duffle bag on the ground, trying to figure out both why and how you were standing in the kitchen.
“Oh, I climbed in through the window. It was unlocked.”
“Okay, but why?” she asked with a chuckle.
“Am I not allowed to make dinner for my girlfriend?” you asked as you turned off the burner, carefully stirring the pasta so as to not spill any over the side of the pan.
“Grateful as I am, sweetheart, it’s midnight.” She wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder as she squeezed you close.
“And?”
“Some of us aren’t in our twenties anymore, Y/N. Some of us like to be asleep before the sun comes up.”
“Do you at least want some food? I have to say, I think this is my best pasta yet.”
“I told you I’d have you whipped into shape in no time. I might not be Italian, but I’m still a pretty good cook if I do say so myself. The boys haven’t gone hungry yet,” she chuckled, tickling your sides as she squeezed you close.
“Hey now!” You jumped as she tickled you, whipping the spoon out of the pan and speckling the counter with the red sauce. “Keep that up and no pasta for you!”
“Oh shut up,” Wanda rolled her eyes as she grabbed the spoon from your hand. “You’re lucky the boys aren’t home this weekend. They would’ve ambushed you with their nerf guns if they heard someone break into the house.”
“Well if I actually met them…”
“Y/N, I told you. Not yet. It’s too soon.” Wanda’s tone hardened as she dished pasta into her bowl.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. “I want to meet them, Wanda. You talk about them so much that I feel like I practically know them! Besides, I think Tommy needs to have his butt whooped at Mario Kart so he’ll stop being a dick to Billy about it.”
Wanda laughed as she sat down at the table, shaking her head. It had only been two months since the two of you made your relationship official and neither of you were interested in rushing things, Wanda not wanting to introduce a new man into the boys’ lives so soon and you because this was your first real relationship since high school. Sure, you dated a girl for a few months your junior year of high school and went out on some random dates throughout college, but you’d never had anything this serious before. While you enjoyed spending time with Wanda, there was still a lot you’d never experienced and you didn’t want to rush in too fast.
“I know. You’ll meet them, I promise. I plan on keeping you around, mister. We’re a package deal.” She took a bite of the pasta, blowing on it to cool it off before putting a forkful in her mouth. “You know, that’s actually not half bad.”
“Coming from you, that’s quite the compliment.” Wanda giggled as she helped herself to another bite.
You offered to take the bowl from Wanda once she was done eating, cleaning up and packing away the leftovers as she went to the living room to pick out a show for the two of you to watch.
“Dick Van Dyke again? Wanda, have you watched any shows from this century?” you asked only half-jokingly as you plopped down on the sofa next to her.
“I need something mindless after work tonight. And it’s my house so if you don’t like it-”
“Hey, what’s fine with you is fine with me.” You put your hands up defensively.
“And I wanna be the big spoon, too.” She reached her arms out to you, practically begging to snuggle you as she laid on the couch. You chuckled as you curled up into her chest. As much as you loved holding Wanda, it was nice being held for a change. She brought you an immense sense of comfort as she wrapped her arms around you and kissed the top of your head.
The titles rolled by, the screen flashing with black and white images. You felt Wanda’s body soften up as she immersed herself into the distraction of the sitcom world, the stress of the day melting off her. Try as you might to concentrate on the show, you were distracted. Wanda’s body was intoxicating. Once you got a taste of it you didn’t want to stop. Snuggling up against her, feeling the way her chest rose and fell with each breath and the way her heart beat up against it, made you want to lose yourself in her presence. So as she stared at the screen, you began to tease your fingers up and down her thigh.
“Can I help you?” she laughed as she felt your hand moving on her leg.
“Maybe…” You looked up into her stunning green eyes, her pupils dilating as you trailed your fingers higher up her leg. You could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she looked down at you. Using her thigh to push yourself up, you turned your body so that you were face to face with her, your lips mere inches from each other. As you stared into each other’s eyes, both of you waiting to see who would make the first move, you reached up to cup her face with your hands before leaning in to kiss her.
Kissing Wanda was a religious experience. Her lips were heavenly, softer than anything you’d ever experienced. You loved the way she practically melted into you when you captured your lips in hers. These kisses were soft and sweet. Her lips were filled with a tenderness that made you weak at the knees. You felt her smile into you as you explored her, gently nibbling on her bottom lip as you helped her lean back into the pillow. The TV show was long forgotten as Wanda wrapped her arms around you and pulled you close on top of her.
“Mmmm I missed this,” she sighed as you kissed your way down her jaw to her neck. You bit down on a sensitive spot, drawing a moan from her as you licked and sucked over the tender point and marked her as yours. “What are the boys going to think when they see I’ve got a hickey on my neck?”
“That you’re all mine,” you answered. “All mine.” You kissed your way back up her neck, working your way to her lips as you took them greedily. These kisses were different. They were more passionate, more intense. You ran your hands up and down Wanda’s back, eventually running them up under her shirt.
“Y/N,” she breathed as she panted for breath. You barely gave her a second to recover before slamming your lips against hers, brushing your tongue over her bottom lip, begging for permission to explore her mouth. She enthusiastically obliged, her tongue crashing into yours as you explored each other deeply for the first time. As you continued to kiss her, Wanda’s hands roamed from your back to your front, trailing down your stomach until they came to your belt. The feeling of your buckle being undone snapped you back to reality as you abruptly broke away from her.
“Woah, stop, stop,” you said. Suddenly everything felt too hot and too fast and too much all at the same time.
Wanda’s eyes grew worried with concern, her brow furrowing as she looked up at you. “What’s wrong?”
You gulped nervously as you looked down at her, sitting back on your heels to put space between the two of you. “Nothing. It’s…nothing, I’m fine. Sorry.”
“Sweetheart, something’s wrong. Did I do something?”
“No. It’s…I, Christ this is so stupid, I’m a…I’ve nev-I’ve never had sex before,” you blurted. You felt the heat rising in your face as you blushed a deep shade of red. Wanda’s eyes widened at your revelation. “I mean I got a one-off handjob from my high school girlfriend when I was sixteen, but that’s it.”
“Oh.” Wanda’s voice was small. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking exactly as she stared at you. Her head cocked to the side, a signature sign that she was deep in thought.
“Sorry. Umm, you know what? I’ll just-I’ll just go. Just forget everything I said, okay?” You had never felt so humiliated before. There was no way you could do anything with Wanda now. You could barely look her in the eye with how embarrassed you felt.
“Hey,” she said, reaching out to grab your hand. “It’s okay. We can wait until you’re ready. I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. I’m not mad or anything.”
“No I want to, I really want to. I’m just nervous. I don’t want it to be bad for you.”
Wanda flashed the smile that made you fall even harder for her. “It’s okay to be nervous. I haven’t slept with anyone since Vision left so yeah, I’m nervous, too.”
“I, umm, I didn’t bring a condom,” you sheepishly admitted.
“I’ve got some upstairs.” You let out a small chuckle. “What?”
“Nothing. It’s just funny imagining you at the store with your reading glasses on trying to read the descriptions on all of the boxes.”
Wanda rolled her eyes as she sat up. “You’re adorable. Now come on, let’s go upstairs. I am not letting you lose your virginity on this sofa.”
Wanda practically dragged you up to her bedroom and shut the door behind you. Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the lock click into place.
“Come on,” she whispered as she pulled you to the bed. “We can do whatever you want.” Your mouth felt like it was filled with cotton as endless possibilities of what you and Wanda could do together flashed through your brain. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Can I take your clothes off?” You nodded enthusiastically. “Words, sweetheart. I need you to say it for me.”
“Fuck yes,” you breathed as you pulled your shirt up and off. She shook her head as her hands reached for your belt. You grabbed her face and kissed her, pulling her close as you felt your jeans get the slightest bit looser. As she unzipped them, she made sure to run her hand over your bulge, palming it through your jeans. You moaned into her mouth at the throbbing sensation that was building in your pants.
“Nice undies,” she teased. Horrified, you realized that you were wearing your Pikachu boxer briefs.
“I’m gonna be completely honest, Wanda. I was not anticipating you seeing me in my underwear tonight.”
“They’re cute, but I think they’ll look cuter on the floor.” She hooked her thumbs around the waistband, dropping to the floor as she dragged them down your legs. Your erection, absolutely throbbing, sprang to attention as it was freed from the confines of your clothes. Standing there completely naked, you suddenly felt the need to cover up. As Wanda looked up at you from her knees, she sensed your trepidation. “Do you want to keep going?”
“Yeah, j-just give me a second.”
“Lie down on the bed, okay? I’ve got an idea.” You had no idea what Wanda was thinking as you crawled onto the bed. As you did that, she began undressing herself.
“What are-?”
“Oh look, we’re both naked,” she smirked, tossing her panties behind her. Your jaw dropped as you saw her naked for the first time. The sight of her bare breasts in front of you was mesmerizing, as was the rest of her body. She was a goddess.
“Wow. Wanda, wow. You’re gorgeous, baby.” Wanda blushed a deep crimson as she crawled onto the bed next to you.
“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome,” she teased. “Can I touch you?”
“Yeah,” you gulped. Slowly, Wanda trailed her hand down from your chest down to your stomach and then to your cock, wrapping a loose grip around it. “Oh fuck,” you groaned. The sensation of her hand moving up and down your shaft was familiar: you’d jacked off to the thought of her countless times. But the feeling of someone else’s hand doing it was unreal.
“Somebody’s sensitive.” Your cock twitched under Wanda’s ministrations, precum leaking from your tip as she used it to lube you up.
“Christ, just blow me already,” you groaned as you threw your head back into the pillow. The words came from your mouth absentmindedly. They were crude and vulgar. In your pleasure-filled haze, you weren’t totally aware of what you were saying. The second you realized your ask, your face flushed red with embarrassment. Wanda’s hand stopped abruptly as she looked down at you half-amused.
“Alright,” she smirked. Before you knew what was happening Wanda crawled to the other side of the bed, brushing her hair out of her face as she lowered her head.
The feeling of Wanda’s mouth enveloping the entirety of your cock immediately tore a loud groan from your chest. She swirled her tongue over your head, her hand wrapping around the base of your cock. Her cheeks hollowed as her head bobbed up and down. You threw your head back into the pillow again, unable to watch the utterly sinful sight unfolding right in front of you.
“Holy shit,” you gasped. Cherry red lips closed softly around your head, sucking as she reached down to squeeze your balls. For a woman who hadn’t been with another man since her husband left, you couldn’t tell that she was out of practice. Wanda smiled as you whined, your dick hitting the back of her throat. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she gagged on your length. It was undoubtedly the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your entire life.
Your pulse quickened as the ache in your groin grew stronger with every little movement. The pleasure was dizzying, the familiar coil in your belly growing tighter by the second. As Wanda worked wonders with her mouth, your body became unrestrained. You grabbed the back of her head, pulling her down as you thrust your hips into her face. Drool dripped down your cock as you stuffed your length deep into Wanda’s mouth. Her eyes screwed shut as she choked and gagged. You moaned in response, your fingers kneading her fiery red hair.
“Wanda, I’m gonna cum,” you croaked as you felt a blissful warmth spread over your body. She smirked against your cock as your hips bucked faster. Her tongue swirled and lapped over every single inch as she enthusiastically massaged the parts left exposed. Seconds later the coil snapped and your body exploded in ecstasy. Strands of hot cum shot down Wanda’s throat, which she swallowed greedily. No drop was left wasted as she released your with a pop, fine strands of saliva and cum connecting her to you.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. You closed your eyes as you watched galaxies and explosions appear under your closed lids.
“Y/N?” You opened your eyes and Wanda’s face was hovering above yours.
“Yeah?”
“You good?”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I regain feeling in my legs,” you joked as you looked up into those adorable emerald eyes. The beamed as she gazed down at you, caressing your flushed cheek with her soft hand.
“You’re adorable,” she cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I take it that was better than that handjob from your high school girlfriend?”
“Fuck yes,” you groaned. Wanda chuckled as she kissed you, her soft lips full of passion and tenderness against your own.
“What now, lover boy?” she teased.
“I wanna taste you,” you breathed, pulling her head to yours before you kissed her softly. “All of you.”
“Mmmm I like the sound of that,” Wanda giggled against your lips. She rolled the two of you over, landing on her back as you let the weight of your body rest atop her.
Your lips collided again and again as the anticipation of what was to come thrummed deep in your soul. Wanda’s breath was shaky against your own as you slowly teased a hand down her body before resting it in the heat between her legs.
“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear. Her eyes fixed on nothing on the ceiling, she nodded absentmindedly and reached her hand down to cover yours. Her long svelte fingers pushed yours over her already swollen clit, circling them gently over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Like that,” she croaked. You continued the motion as she released you. Soft whimpers escaped her lips as you focused on circling her clit. She grabbed onto your biceps, digging her nails into your flesh while you kissed her neck. “Oh baby that’s it,” she gasped. “Just a little more pressure and-” Wanda’s breath hitched as you pushed on her clit. As you circled it, you heard the lewd sounds of her wetness teasing just how aroused she was.
“Fuck, Wanda. You’re so wet.” She groaned as you teased your hand lower, rubbing your fingers through her swollen lips and teasing her slit.
“I want your mouth,” she begged as she grabbed your head and pushed it down your body. You crawled down her body, kissing every inch of her exposed torso as you slunk down to her pelvis. She squirmed as you planted hot open mouth kisses over her exposed flesh. Pressing her thighs apart, you could feel the heat radiating from between them.
“Wanda, what-?”
“Whatever you want.” Her voice was dripping with arousal. You weren’t quite sure where to start as you stared down at her glistening cunt. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your mouth to her clit. Your lips encircled the bulbous spot, sucking and licking in a manner similar to the way she sucked your cock. The loud groan that escaped her lips made you think you were doing something right. Wanda’s hips bucked against your face as you continued your alternating licking and sucking on her most sensitive spot.
Pushing her thighs down further, you lowered your head, licking a stripe from her clit all the way down her slit. Her arousal coated your tongue and you found yourself getting drunk on the taste of her. You teased her slit with your tongue, pressing it as far inside her as you could.
“Shit,” she groaned, grabbing your head and pushing it hard into her pelvis. You smiled as you lapped at her. The activity that once filled you with anxiety and hesitation now filled you with a sense of pride as you brought Wanda closer and closer to her orgasm. “Need something inside,” she mumbled. Kissing your way back to her clit, you tentatively inserted a finger inside her needy cunt. She shuddered at the sudden intrusion. You slowly began thrusting your hand in and out of her tight hole. “Not like that,” she suddenly grabbed your hand as you pulled out.
“Am I hurting you?” Fear stopped you dead in your tracks as you looked up at Wanda with concern.
“Just curl your fingers, don’t thrust, keep going, I’m so close, baby.” Wanda was beside herself with pleasure, her body closer to the edge.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, just fuck me.” Wanda shoved your head back down. You went right to work, rolling her clit around with your tongue as you curled your finger inside. Her walls tightened around you, making it difficult to move within her.
“I’m cumming. Oh, I’m cumming!” Wanda gasped as you felt her walls spasm around your hand. Her body shook as wave after wave of ecstasy overtook every inch of her. Loud moans escaped her lips as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth gaping open with unspeakable pleasure.
As Wanda’s spasms calmed, you pulled out of her. Her walls squeezed around nothing as it adjusted to the sudden lack of intrusion. Wanda was flat on her back, completely blissed out at the first orgasm she received at the hands of another person in a very long time. Masturbation only did so much for her. The level of intimacy and trust required for someone to bring her to such levels of ecstasy was something on a completely different level.
“Wanda? Are you okay, babe?” Her eyes were glazed over as she needed, her hands tracing through your hair.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“I’ll take that as a complement,” you joked before kissing her. You stared down at her, at the face of the woman you were slowly falling in love with, and wanted nothing more than to make her feel so unbelievably loved. The face that gazed back up at you mirrored the love and adoration that you felt for her. For the first time in a very long time, you were grateful for the fact that your first time was with someone who meant so much to you.
“Do you want to keep going?” Wanda whispered, rubbing the back of your neck.
“Mmhmm. Do you?” She nodded. “Where’d you put the condoms?” Wanda motioned to the nightstand next to her. You pulled the drawer open and grabbed one. “Umm, I’ve never-”
“That’s okay. Let me help.” Wanda grabbed the small wrapper from you, tearing it open before grabbing your already erect cock. Heart pounding and breath shaking, you watched her roll it down the length of your shaft. “How’s that?”
“It feels weird, but it’s not too tight or anything like that.”
“Good.” She readjusted herself on the bed, planting her feet on the bed and bending her knees to give you full access to her already dripping pussy. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. Positioning yourself over her, you lined your cock up with her entrance. Your body trembled with anticipation, sweat beading on your forehead as you suddenly felt yourself overwhelmed with nervousness. Wanda, once again sensing your hesitation, reached down and helped guide you inside her.
Wanda’s pussy was unfathomably warm, wet and tight. It took all your concentration to not blow your load right then and there. You groaned as you felt her squeeze gently around you. “Fuck,” you moaned, burying your head in the crook of her neck.
“Mmm, you feel so good, Y/N,” she sighed. It took a moment to get yourself together, but once you did you began to slowly thrust yourself in and out. Gasps and moans filled the room as Wanda’s drenched cunt squelched with every roll of your hips.
“Wanda,” you groaned. “Oh, Wanda.”
“Don’t stop, Y/N. Please don’t stop.” Wanda’s mewls spurred you on. You pushed yourself up, leaning over her as you filled her up at a faster pace. The bed groaned under your exertion.
“Baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last,” you gritted through clenched teeth. The newness of being engulfed inside Wanda’s velvety walls was driving you to the end far faster than you wanted.
“That’s okay,” she breathed. “Just keep going. I want you to cum for me, sweetheart.”
Wanda’s words ignited a primal fire inside you. Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, you bore down on your efforts. Your hips bucked wildly into Wanda. She moaned as you buried yourself deep inside her, filling her cunt in all the right ways as she began rubbing circles around her swollen clit. The bed creaked as you fucked her relentlessly. The faster your hips moved, the hotter the fire in your belly burned until you realized you were dangerously close to the point of no return.
“I’m gonna-” You were interrupted by Wanda reaching her free hand up to your neck and pulling you down to capture your lips in hers. As she kissed you passionately, you tumbled over the edge again. Her lips stifled your moan as you filled the condom with your seed. The feeling of your erection throbbing inside her, coupled with her hand on her clit, sent Wanda over the edge as she practically screamed through her orgasm. Her walls squeezed you tightly. You were practically seeing stars.
“Oh fuck. Wanda. Fuck, oh fuck. Oh God, Wanda,” you panted as the aftershocks of your orgasm worked their way through your body. Your pants turned into laughs as she began laughing with you.
“Was that okay?” Wanda asked with a chuckle.
“Okay? I don’t think ‘okay’ is the word I used to describe what just happened.”
“You have a better word, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I love you,” you mumbled absentmindedly as you collapsed onto her sweaty body.
“...What?”
“I…sorry, is it too soon? Did I just make this weird?” Wanda answered with a searing kiss, the corners of her mouth curved upward as she grabbed your face.
“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” she sheepishly admitted, her face flushing bright crimson.
“God, I love you, Wanda. I love you so much.” Your last sentence was interrupted with kisses between every word.
“I love you, too, Y/N. Don’t ever let me go.”
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MCU top 6 ways to make you cry
Today's topic: Pain
WandaVision: Loneliness | The Falcon & the Winter Soldier: Relief | Loki: Loss | Hawkeye: "Wish We Had More Time" | Moon Knight: "I'm Sorry" | Secret Invasion: Betrayal
#WandaVision#The Falcon and the Winter Soldier#Loki Series#Hawkeye Series#Moon Knight#Secret Invasion#secret invasion spoilers#Wanda Maximof#Bucky Barnes#Loki Laufeyson#Yelena Belova#Marc Spector#Maria Hill
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Witches and their spell books.
HOCUS POCUS 2 / DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS
#filmedit#marveledit#disneyedit#hocus pocus 2#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness#the scarlet witch#wanda maximof#*
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Chapters: 3/9
Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Sean Cassidy & Theresa Cassidy, Theresa Cassidy & Lorna Dane, Lorna Dane & Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, David Haller & Gabrielle Haller, David Haller & Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff, David Haller & Erik Lehnsherr, David Haller & Kevin MacTaggert, Pietro Maximoff & Kevin MacTaggert, David Haller & Pietro Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Kevin MacTaggert, Rogue & Kevin MacTaggert, Wanda Maximoff & Kevin MacTaggert, Theresa Cassidy & Wanda Maximoff, Lorna Dane & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Rogue, David Haller & Kurt Wagner, Black Tom Cassidy/Cain Marko, Sean Cassidy & Black Tom Cassidy, Black Tom Cassidy & Theresa Cassidy, David Haller & Scott Summers, David Haller & James Bradley
Characters: Theresa Cassidy, Kevin MacTaggert, David Haller, Lorna Dane, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Rogue, Kurt Wagner, Black Tom Cassidy, Cain Marko, Charles Xavier, Mother Righteous (Marvel), Sean Cassidy, Scott Summers, James Bradley
Additional Tags: what's this? another party split? say it ain't so!, Kevin MacTaggert has trauma (tm), Sean Cassidy is Vox Ignus, the morrigan is still back babey, The girls- the gays- and Kevin, Pietro Maximoff (revolutionary edition)
Series: Part 3 of X-Men: Revenant
Summary:
"So hold my hand/ Consign me not to darkness." - Broken Crown, Mumford & Sons
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Theresa Cassidy assembles a team for a magical quest that will force her to confront her past, while Pietro Maximoff tries to set the island ablaze with the spirit of revolution.
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This was the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning and now I will be losing my mind for the foreseeable future
#it's a theory really#based on the newest immortal x-men#but i'm still losing it!!!#marvel please#go There!!!#talia wagner#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#wanda maximof#scarlet witch#x-men
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The mom: My child is fine!
The child: *obsessively reads hundreds of fanfiction in the span of 3 days*
#i ran out of larissa weems fanfic fuck#why isn't there enough lucifer morningstar#I NEED MORE WANDA MAXIMOF!!!#wandagatha#wanda maximoff#incorrect marvel quotes#incorrect quotes#wandavision#marvel#wanda maximommy#larissa weems#wednesday#principal weems#gwendoline christie#lucifer#lucifer morningstar#sandman netflix#the sandman
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"The Ice Cream Massacre"
(Peter Maximoff x reader)
Today, I got my wisdom teeth removed, so this is a bit of a self insert based on what happened lmaoo. But the idea came to me and I figured, why not have someone else also laugh at my actions? LMAOO hope you enjoy it. Hopefully, I'm not still too high and can actually write coherently :').
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This is honestly really fluffy, no warnings unless the idea of getting your wisdom teeth taken out makes you squeamish!
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Peter rarely would ever drive, not with his ability to run anywhere at any given moment. But today, he'd found it to be something he needed to do. When you'd asked him to take you to get your wisdom teeth removed, he figured you knew about the fact that he would have little to no mercy when it came to photographing the moment. He considered capturing the experience a boyfriendly, no- a civic duty. He himself had never had them removed, nor did his sisters. This was just an entirely taboo experience for the both of you. But what he did know was the fact that this was going to be absolutely hilarious. That being said, he'd been looking forward to this particular moment for a while.
You were lucid and hardly able to sit in the car. He couldn't help but notice you were also unable to control your face, jaw gaped open and stuffed with gauze. Despite the roughness of your exterior, he still found your disheveled state all the more endearing. He closed the door behind you after making sure you were safely fastened in before entering the driver's side. The nurse that had wheeled you out was laughing. She was quick to inform him about a few of the comments you'd made in your high state of mind that had left she and the orthodontist in hysterics during the operation. This was perfect.
He looked over, and you were touching your chin as if you were confused it was there. Clearly distraught, your hand then went to caress the rest of your now rather ample cheek. "Peter, I can't v'eel my v'ace." Your words were almost incoherently slurred as you were unable to tongue certain syllables. You turn towards him and look over, eyes creased with concern. He'd already lost it.
"Babe, trust, it's still there." He was laughing whilst shaking his head, fully excited now for what he was getting into. He was careful to bring his finger to your cheek, gently squishing the inflamed area. "See? Right here." You shook your head in disbelief. "I don't f'ink so." He pulled down his car mirror, allowing you to examine yourself in disbelief. "My head is so big." You were touching your lips that were way beyond numb, unable to register the sensation beyond your fingertips.
"Peter, I want a frostie." The statement reminded him of what the nurse had said to him prior. She'd explained that you'd been talking about how badly you wanted to go to Wendy's for some ice cream. You were rather insistent and apparently repeated your desire for it a multitude of times. He switched the car into drive, obeying her wishes. "I can do that for ya', sweetie." You were smiling to the best of your abilities, but the swolleness of your cheeks made it look more like a joyous grimace if anything.
"I feel wonderful. I get why people smoke weed now. This is justtt- great!" You went on extatically, "they can pull another one of my teeth any day if they promise to do that." You were giggling, enjoying riding out this perfectly legal high. His jaw dropped, running his free hand across his forehead and through his hair. Not in annoyance, but rather shock over your boldness on the anesthetic. He hadn't stopped laughing since you entered the car and it was only getting louder with each small remark you made. "Kinda wish I had mine pulled now so I'd know how it feels." He spoke, eyeing you up in your blissfully unaware state.
"Yeah, you're missin' out, man." You stretched your arms out as if to exemplify the large amounts of happiness you were feeling. What would he do with you? Well, love you, of course. Finally, the two of you pulled into the Wendy's Drive through. It was still breakfast time because you were one of the first operations of the day.
"Can I please get a large Vanilla Frostie?" He spoke into the microphone, a hand squeezing your thigh playfully to respond to the small excited squeal you'd made in response. "I'm sorry, sir, we don't sell those until lunch." The service worker had singlehandedly crushed your dreams with just one statement. Peter looked over at you, frozen with a face of displeasure. Pulling out of the drive-through, he went into the parking lot to discuss another game plan.
But you didn't want another game plan. As a matter of fact, you were so set on your own craving that the sudden denial had you in tears. In any other state of mind, you wouldn't have taken this loss so hard. But this Frostie had felt like your lifeline, the excitement of the hour. You were left in complete, unfixable, distraught. In seconds, you were sobbing with despair. Peter panicked, unsure how to console your clearly shaken state. He rubbed your back, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. Acting fast, in the corner of his eyes, he saw a McDonald's restaurant. They sold ice cream, right? All hope towards pleasing his lady was restored. He turned his car quickly into the other drive-through. You'd surprisingly registered what was happening enough to calm down, finding contempt in more than just Wendy's ice cream. He rolled down his window, "Can I please get a plain vanilla sunday?"
And guess what was fucking broken? The ice cream machine, of course. Mcdonalds should have never even been a thought or suggestion when it comes to their ice cream machines known reliability. Peter had done a lot of stupid things in his life, but this felt like the absolute cap sealing it all, especially his unrelenting foolishness. Once again, you were in hysterics because the small town the two of you were in just so happened to only have a choice of three restaurants to choose from. Defeated, he had no choice but to take you home. When he did, he quickly ran to the nearest grocery store and opted to grab you ice cream in a tub instead. But even that was fruitless because the moment your head hit the pillow you were gone in a deep, drug-induced, comatose sleep that any reasonable force of nature wouldn't dare disturb.
It was that moment he realized he'd not yet taken a photo. Quickly, he grabbed his small Polaroid camera. A loud click followed underneath the pressure of his trigger finger. He watched the photo as it developed. It was a beautiful sight, truly. There you were, spread out across his bead, mouth wide open and drooling as if the other stresses of the day meant nothing. He just couldn't wait to remind you of it all once you awoke.
#peter maximoff#evan peters#x men#x men comics#fluff#peter maximoff fluff#wanda mcu#peter maximof x reader
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For @magnetfamily‘s quicksilverweek day 1: family :)
Relationships: Erik Lehnsherr & Pietro Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr & Wanda Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr & Luna Maximoff
Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Erik Lehnsherr, Wanda Maximoff
Summary:
“Pass her to me,” Erik urges. He holds his hands out, and Pietro takes a step back. “If she wakes up, I’ll watch her. You will be of no use if you get no rest.”
Pietro holds a protective arm around her, as if by hiding her face from Erik, Erik could not harm her.
“If I had wanted to kill your daughter, Pietro, I would not be making such a spectacle,” Erik says, more firmly.
“Do you ever—do you ever hear yourself,” Pietro mumbles, shaking his head.
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Y/n: I can't be responsible for my own happiness! I can't even be responsible for my own breakfast!
~~~~flashback to breakfast time~~~~
Y/n: *shakes cereal box and nothing comes out*
Y//n: *shakes even harder*
Y/n: *aggressively shakes*
*all the cereal falls out*
Y/n: Wanda!....... I need help!
#wanda x reader#marvel#avengers x reader#the avengers#bojack horseman#fanfic#wanda maximoff#wanda maximof x reader
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The house at the edge of the world Ch.5
Summary: Y/N is the owner of an Airbnb at the edge of the world, a place in which Wanda would either heal or become what everyone is afraid of.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff/SW! x Female!Reader
Warnings: Minors DNI! +18, angst, drama, slow burn, friends to lovers, pregnancy, romance, fluff, mentions of depression and self harm, healing, R owns an Airbnb that welcomes many known characters from Marvel, R has powers, Wanda needs healing, and so does R. Idiots in love. More warnings as the story progress.
Author's Note: Scarlet Witch makes a more define appearance in this chapter, and Wanda it's starting to feel confused, much like R. So, at some point I was thinking about Eternal!Reader, but...I decided against it and do something different. It will be explained later. I hope you guys like this chapter, thank you so much for the support.
Thank you for reading. English is no my mother tongue so I do apologize for any grammar, spelling or funny mistake.
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Epilogue
Chapter 5
The face of jealousy
By the time morning arrived, Wanda Maximoff found herself curled up in an unknown location glancing directly into a woman she had met just a few weeks ago.
This was a hole new experience for her, watching your sleeping form with your mouth hanging open slightly and some spit on the corner of your mouth. You looked cute, and Wanda found herself smiling despite the warning inside her head.
There was a familiar speeding of her heart, and the dark thoughts mixed with the confusion created by you and your actions made her body trembled and her breathing become erratic for a moment. Wanda was having a fight inside her head, she found herself facing not only a myriad of familiar emotions that had brought her to where she was now; but she was also facing new ones. Emotions she was not completely familiar with, emotions she thought would never experience again.
The day before was something she had missed greatly.
It was real. Everything was so real, like being with them again. But what about Vision? What about our world?
That voice that sounded so much like hers, yet so different. The same voice that had started questioning everything though always looking for a way to continue with the initial plan. Vision. Her family, Her perfect life. A place where there was no more loneliness or sadness, where she could be herself, where she would not hurt anyone.
What does this mean?
But Wanda and her alter ego didn’t have an answer to that question. Not yet, anyway.
You stirred in your sleep, mumbling something unintelligible while wincing when your foot brushes against the surface of the sofa. Wanda felt her hear shrank at the sight, her body tensing ready to help you any way she could to ease the pain and the discomfort. The thought made her panic, and in her indecision and confusion she turned around putting her feet on the floor.
It wasn’t until then she realized her shoes were not on, and a light sheet had been placed on top of her. Wanda blinked away the nest that was made around her that made her sleeping arrangement comfortable enough to not create any muscle discomfort on her. Once more she turned her green eyes to you, why were you doing all of this?
Friends, I want us to be friends. This is what friends do, watch awful movies and criticized the acting.
Your voice filled her head, Wanda clenched her fist closed taking a deep breath while trying to push her emotions and thoughts about you away. She went to her shoes, standing up while making sure she had all her stuff on her before leaving; she was really trying to be silent but she tangled with the sheet around her feet almost falling on top of you, her hands holding her up from the armchair and the sofa back. Wanda felt just as the blood rush to her cheeks, and her green eyes found those of yours blinking away your sleepiness with a hint of confusion that soon was replaced by amusement.
“Now, that’s a way to wake up.” You mumbled stretching a little, you looked around then settled your eyes on Wanda that seemed frozen in place trying to hide her flustered face from you. You raised a brow at her, lips curling up slightly. “So, anything I can help you with?”
“Oh, I…I’m sorry, I almost fell down and…” Wanda tried to stand up, in her eagerness she almost fell down again until you held her up by her shoulders.
“Woah, just…really to early for this clumsiness.” You chuckled when Wanda finally stood up kicking the bed sheet off her feet, she brushed her hair with a hand while trying to cover her face with the other.
“Sorry, I almost fell and I didn’t want to wake you up and…” Wanda stopped abruptly, she took a deep breath mortified when she heard your chuckles. She dared to glance at you, but the only thing she found was amusement and understanding.
“As I said, too early.” You mumbled glancing around while stretching out, you wanted to continue the teasing but Wanda was looking rather shaken as it was so you thought it wouldn’t be prudent to do so.
“What time is it?” You asked leaning back on the sofa, Wanda flickered her eyes to the clock on the wall.
“7AM.” She straightened up gathering courage to offer you a kind smile, “I want to thank you for yesterday, it was really nice. And sorry about the…the abrupt awakening.”
You shrugged sitting up wincing when your foot touch the floor for a moment, you knew that day your foot would be even worse than the day before but still it surprised you how much it hurt. The morning breeze seemed to be sneaking in from the open door of your yard, the sun and the light of the day was already bright enough to let you see how messy everything around you was. It didn’t matter though, last night had been one of the best nights of your life and that was saying a lot. Your face softened at the memory, your lips quirking up.
“No problem, Principessa, it was the perfect awakening.” You snickered at the roll of her eyes, you yawned looking around before settling your eyes on her. “Though I have to say, I did miss my training sessions in which you would look at me from afar.”
“I think it is way too early for you to start with this.” Wanda said rolling her eyes, though you could see this time around she did look relax.
“It is never too early to flirt with a beautiful woman, Principessa.” You winked at her and this time around you could see her blush there. You glanced at all the dishes and the complete disorder of the place making a face while redirecting your stare to your foot.
“What would you say if I get a nice cup of black coffee and breakfast? Then, I think I need to organize around here.”
Wanda shifted to one for and the other, worrying her teeth on her lip. Indecision written in her eyes before she stepped back a little her hands wiggling around, there was a pushed on her mind and she decided to speak again.
“Your foot it’s hurting you, I can see that.” She finally pointed with her head to your foot, “I could stay and help you around, I mean…I wanted to go back to the house, didn’t want to overstay after last night.”
You cocked your head pressing your lips together, “you’re not overstaying here, Wanda. I actually am glad you’re still here. We have a fun time, didn’t know romcoms could be so fun to watch or that you were such a scaredy cat for horror movies.”
Something happened at that moment, Wanda saw you sitting on the sofa with a bandage foot and a smile looking up at her with such an open expression on your face. Her heart stopped beating for a moment, and everything came back at her like a whirlpool of uncontained emotions.
“I don’t know how to thank you for last night…” she started talking trying to hold herself back. “I really don’t know what to say…”
You cocked your head with your lips quirking up, “Wanda, you don’t need to say anything.”
Wanda sighed in frustration, “but I need to say something! I just…I don’t know how to say it.”
She was still unsure of how to express everything she felt the day before, she was unable to speak to you of her family how what you did bring back the memories she had of her mom, dad and brother. How instead of being sad, she felt nostalgic and a part of her became alive after all those years of having mourned them it finally felt as…as if she would never forget about them, as if they were right there with her.
She could never thank you enough for making her feel like that. For bringing memories she had forgotten. She had been in such a constant rollercoaster of emotions; she had never stopped to enjoy the things she used to love. She remembered those first days back at the Avenger’s compound trying to catch up with old sitcoms, building a friendship and a relationship with Vision while entering a life that had left her alone.
She had forgotten what it was to be normal.
She had forgotten what it was to not fear for her life, or her powers or what city they should move next. Wanda knew she had been truing to get a hold of the sense of normality she was living at the moment, that was one of the pillars of the world she had built in Westview. That was one of her goals by creating her own world, with her own rules.
Wanda sighed brushing her hair once more, looking away while lifting her head to the ceiling. Her eyes blurring under the weight of everything she had been feeling for so long, she wished she could heal herself the way some physical wounds could be healed, she wished it wouldn’t take so long for her to stop feeling the pain, the deep sadness and loneliness, or the confusion and the sense of betrayal she got whenever she thought of you.
“You really don’t have to say anything, Wanda.” Her name sounded comforting in your voice; Wanda put her arms around herself looking away for a moment. “You have gone through so much, I get it.”
“No, you don't." Wanda took a deep breath, whatever sense of happiness she felt the night before, whatever peace or tranquillity she experienced was soon washed away by the overwhelming emotion raging inside her mind.
“My life has been a constant rollercoaster ever since I lost my parents, everything from that point on had been disaster after disaster and I haven’t been able to take a breath and stopped feeling like this.” Wanda let out a humourless laugh, she furrowed her brows lowering her face as she continued. “I have lost everything and everyone I love, time and time again I have lost and the moment I finally got a glimpse of happiness, the moment I finally got everything I wanted…”
You didn’t expect the confession, if you were to be honest with yourself you never expect the young woman standing before you to actually reveal anything to you. And you respected that, you offered your friendship because you knew it was something she might need. Not because it was you, but because sometimes we really did need someone to be there for us. Your heart broke at the sight of Wanda breaking in ways you hadn’t seen before.
“And just when I got it…it got rip from me, it wasn’t right. I shouldn’t do it. My abilities are good enough to kill the love of my life but not to bring him back and build a world for just the two of us.”
Wanda wasn’t sure when she started crying, but soon she could not stop herself. The tears rolled down her cheeks freely and the sob got caught on her throat as she trembled hugging herself to bring some sense of comfort. You didn’t even know what impulse you to do it, but soon you found yourself standing up and without any hesitation you wrapped your arms around her. Her response was immediate, she wrapped her arms around you resting her face on the crook of your neck sobbing while holding onto you tightly.
When was the last time someone had really hug her? When had someone really tried to comfort her? How many times had Wanda cried out for help, for a friendly hand and never gotten any answer?
You realized at that moment that Wanda had never really had a moment to catch up her broken heart and continued. How many sacrifices?
You didn’t know how long the both of you stood there, she was trembling in your arms and her sobs became mere whispers and breathy sighs while your neck and clothes felt wet from the tears and sweat just as her arms seemed to lose their grip on you. Little by little she calmed down; her body tensed slightly while she let go of you.
"Sorry." She mumbled, her warm breath made you shivered, you leaned back seeking out her eyes.
"Nothing to be sorry for, Wanda. I can barely imagine what it was like," You help her wiped the tears from her face, your movements tender, reassuring. “I'm here for you, for whatever you need.”
She smiled weakly at you, leaning into your touch just as you wiped away her tears distractedly never noticing her soft smile or the way she was looking at you.
"Yesterday I was reminded of them, my momma, papa and Pietro.” She whispered the revelation, with just a flash of doubt in her eyes, Wanda did something that would haunt you and her for quite some time. She leaned in placing a kiss on your cheek, it was a simple touch of lips against your skin until she just pressed her face on the crook of your neck once more, her arms around your back.
“Thank you, Y/N, it had been so long since…since I have such a good time, since I got…I got a nice memory of them. Thank you.”
You stood frozen there, the memory of the peck on your cheek still burning in your mind. You cleared your voice speaking just as softly as she had done.
“There are some things in life we cannot change, Wanda, that’s the reason we have memories, that’s why we should always hold onto the good times.” You clenched your eyes closed feeling her so close to you it was almost maddening. “For those things that we can change, we should never deny ourselves that opportunity. Sometimes, life has a funny way to tell you happiness it’s still out there waiting for you to just give it that chance.”
Wanda closed her eyes drowning in the comfort of your arms and warmth against hers, you let yourself relaxed under her arms until you put your right foot down and a sharp pain went all the wait up to your chest and head. You let out an exclamation of pain your knees buckling, making you falter on your feet, it was really stupid the way you fell back dragging Wanda with you until you hit the sofa with her right on top of you.
The pain was pulsating all the way up your leg, and the flustered expression on Wanda was not only for her recent embarrassment but also for the tears she had shed. You held back your laughter, the perfect situation to break the tension building around the both of you.
"Well, I hope you don't think I'm an easy girl just because we have our first date." You teased glancing down at Wanda that was on top of you, the young woman blushed a pretty crimson hiding her face away.
"Oh God, don't! It was an accident!" She exclaimed, you chuckled tapping on her shoulder. She glanced at you and you could see those puffy eyes more content than they were a moment ago. At least she also thought this was funny.
"So, I mean not that it bothers me but… are you going to move away anytime soon? My leg is still hurting…" You laughed at how fast she stood up putting her hair back while covering her face with both hands.
“Oh, god, I’m sorry!”
"You're far too easy, Wands," You sat up wincing as another wave of pain went through your leg.
"God I hate you! Really how could you…" Wanda sighed letting out a tiny smile. "How do you do it?"
“What?” You asked innocently, she just shook her head looking away from you. You sighed holding your leg with one hand before winking at her. “It’s actually part of my charm, Principessa, everyone loves it.”
Wanda wiped away the last of her tears, feeling as if a weight had been lifted from her chest. She knelt down then taking your wounded feet in her hands, you yelped trying to move it away but she held it firmly furrowing her brows.
“Your foot it’s swollen and I can see blood in here.”
“I suspect as much." You held back the exclamation of pain as she tried to unwrap the bandages and see the wound itself.
"I will bring you some painkillers and I want you to stay here.” Wanda said in a firm voice, she was really concern about the wound and how you had strained it by walking around the house. Her face lifted up until her green eyes were on you.
“I will help you around the house, getting everything organized. That means I don’t want you walking around to hurt yourself even more.”
You smiled at her wiggling your brows, “you’re a little bossy, Principessa. Do you like it? Ordering me around?”
This time around Wanda shook her head smiling at you, “you’re impossible, you know that, right?”
“I’m well aware of it, yes.” Then on a more serious note you tilted your head at her. "You don't have to stay, you know? I can rest a little and then go around getting everything in order…"
"I know, I want to stay." Wanda replied.
"You don't have to do it to thank me for last night either…." You continued; you lifted your gaze when Wanda placed a hand on your knee squeezing tenderly.
"I'm staying because you need help, and I want to help. I'm not doing it because I'm repaying a favour or your gesture from yesterday, Y/N." Wanda shifted from one foot to the other. "We are friends, right?"
You nodded and Wanda offered a smile.
"Then, this is what friends do. Let me help. I want to help. I need to help."
You understood then and there, she wasn't ready to go back to the house. She wasn't ready to leave just yet. But was not sure on how to ask to stay in your company. You wondered for a moment if she was aware of the influence of the Darkhold if perhaps she knew that being alone with it would be like an open invitation to its influence.
"Okay, then… thank you, for the help." You replied leaning back and watching Wanda all morning.
It was strange, how the both of you would speak of different topics. What she liked and what she knew, what you like and what you knew. The topics you had in common, the opinions you held about certain topics. It was interesting, and soon you found yourself drawn to her all over again. Wanda was smart, she was funny and she was…
You were afraid to find out more.
For the very first time in a long time, you found yourself spellbound. And it scared you deeply to feel like that again. And yet, there you were, allowing the young woman to build a nice place in your heart, with her eyes, and her smile.
Later on, when Wanda was back in the house she stood there for a good minute.
She could hear the voice of her mother rather upset at how messy everything in the house was. With a wishful smile, Wanda remembered her mother coming in with schedule and a task for each one of them to get the apartment cleaned up. The day before, and this day had been perfect in so many ways; she glanced at the reflection on the fridge, a flicker of red went by but she didn’t even flinch, instead she went right to the broom closet and decided it was about time for her to put some order in the house.
Your dynamic with Wanda changed completely.
The next day she was back there with you, helping you out in the yard while trying to do a more relaxed training session just before offering to make breakfast. Everything between the both of you became domestic, she spent most of her time on your backyard or in your living room watching movies and TV shows while enjoying light conversations with you.
Every day was different, and you realized you seek out her company as much as she sought yours.
As the days passed by everything you could think of was Wanda, her smile, and her voice. How she could crunch up her nose adorably when trying to argue a case she was dying to protect, or how she would roll her eyes at you whenever you started light flirting with her.
It was so different, and soon you forgot all about the world outside only dedicating your time to her and the times you spend together.
She got to know your cooking, and you got to experience hers.
Sometimes, the both of you would sit down right at the border of the cliff observing the sunset while talking about her; getting to know her in ways you never thought you would care. And in all of this, soon you and her noticed how little you had shared to her about your life; and you how much you wanted to tell her, but the fear of getting hurt again would always stop you until you end up sharing a non-essential information about you.
And while you thought this went unnoticed by her, Wanda was waiting for a chance to actually ask you the reason for this. For the secrecy, for your reluctance. As the time passed and she got to spend more and more time with you, the only thing Wanda wanted to do was to get to know you.
The real you.
The one that would offer a soft smile, or a warm embrace. The one that had so many secrets yet seemed so open and ready to share the world with her.
The real you, the one Wanda was starting to feel more than friendly emotions for.
Wanda had been divided in two for a long time, her heart was no longer in her study of the Darkhold or ways to go back to her created world. She and the Scarlet Witch seemed to be torn in between the mirage of emotions she was starting to feel for you and the ones she was putting to rest.
But as fate would have it, she never got the chance to ask the right questions, and you found yourself in the midst of a strange set of interactions that left you wondering what was happening with you and Wanda.
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After two weeks it wasn’t that difficult for you to put your foot on the ground and walked around without any effort. However, it didn’t mean that whenever you put some pressure on it, the pain and discomfort wouldn’t come back.
Much like it happened that morning, when you almost fell on your face for resting your weight on it. You winced limping down the road leading to the garden, your lips curling slightly as you remembered you would meet Wanda there.
The sky was dark, with heavy clouds gliding right above your head and a cold wind that announced an oncoming storm. Wanda and you had heard the weather’s forecast, with Wanda offering to take care of the garden to make sure nothing would happen to it if rain and wind would come. You had accepted but it didn’t mean you couldn’t surprise her, right?
The last couple of weeks had been amazing for you, it was such a strange sensation that began on your heart and spread out all through your body bringing the foolish grin you were wearing at the moment. You never thought this newfound friendship with Wanda would make you feel this way, but you like it. It was fresh, and something you really needed.
There was a sound to the left, you stopped for a moment glancing around with your hands twitching at your side. You furrowed your brows, but before you could resume your stroll a pair of arms wrapped around your midsection, your body tense ready to push away the newcomer when a set of soft lips placed themselves on your pulse point sucking lightly.
"Why are you limping?" The deep, velvety tone of Thena filled your senses just as you turned around and a pair of lips met with yours.
She kissed you slowly, almost invitingly her hands rubbing your sides until they rest on your back. You pressed your tongue forward deepening the kiss before it was necessary to take a breath; you let out a snort, your lips curling in a familiar smile while your eyes fluttered open.
Thena was standing before you wearing a single, white dress with golden sandals, her golden locks falling like a cascade on her back and the wicked smile on her face made her eyes twinkled with mischief. She raised a single eyebrow, and it told you she was waiting for you to answer her question.
"I was training,” You started the explanation, you rolled your eyes when your voice broke into a husky tone filled with desire for the kiss you just shared. “I step on a rock and hurt my foot.”
"Did you hurt yourself for trying to impress your new guest?” Thena asked teasingly, you groaned shaking your head.
“Gods, did Sprite tell everyone about that? She is just a friend!” You exclaimed breaking into a smile when Thena laughed.
“You never get work up for a friend, Y/N.” Thena then shot you a mischievous smile.
The defensive tone you took on, and the blush on your face told the older woman there was something there; but Thena knew if she were to press matters with you she would only get denials and you trying to evade the topic until the end of times. Besides, she had come to enjoy your company and while the both of you had not made promises of exclusivity, for the time being she would be selfish and keep you for herself.
"When did you guys get here?" You asked turning to continue your stroll, Thena wrapped a supporting arm around you easing the tiredness on your good leg.
"Yesterday, Gil asked Ajak to keep our arrival a secret, we wanted to surprise you."
"We? Or was it only you?"
Her answer to your question was her lips on your ear, whispering seductively.
"I was hoping to catch you off guard and have the same fun we have last time."
Before you could do or say something her lips were on yours again. This time her kiss was needy, hungry, and demanding, she groaned into the kiss your arms finding her waist and putting her closer. Things would have gone out of hand, much like the last time if it hadn't been by the noise of approaching footsteps and the gasp of a very shocked Wanda.
You jumped startle putting some distance between you and Thena. Your eyes finding those of Wanda that had on a mask of pure indifference on her, her eyes gleaming while they went from you to Thena then back at you
"I didn't mean to interrupt, I was just…" She waved her hand away showing the back road leading to the garden, her cheeks covered in a dust of pink.
"You…you didn't interrupt…" you winced at your words, Thena snorted stepping forward her eyes looking Wanda up and down before stretching her hand.
"You must be the guest, I'm Thena." The young witch furrowed her brows, her green eyes moving from you to Thena, she stood there for a while before taking the offering hand.
"I'm Wanda." She replied with a hint of coldness in her tone, the hand of the blond-haired woman clenched around hers and Wanda had to refrain from wincing at the tight grip. "Thena, you're the owner of the secret garden up the hill?"
"The very same, and old friend of Y/N."
"I could see that." Wanda replied in a strange tone, her green eyes flashed you an indecipherable stare before they settle on Thena. "It was a pleasure, but I better kept going and leave you to… the same fun you two have last time."
She flashed you a strained smile walking past the both of you, you stood frozen in place for a moment before turning sharply only to see the retreating form of Wanda. Your eyes on her back and explanation at the tip of your tongue. You refrained yourself though, what explanations you had to give to other woman? Why would you give explanations?
You furrowed your brows as these questions danced around your head, Thena observed you with a mixture of emotions. She knew the both of you were not exclusive, she was an Eternal and you just had a long life, eventually the ages of the world would catch up to you. What bothered Thena though, was your indecision and the energy from the other woman. The tension surrounding both of you; she was not fancy seeing the same suffering you went through last time.
"Are you going to follow her or are we going to my garden?"
You shook your head, turning around to see Thena looking at you. After a moment of hesitation and one last glance to the road Wanda had disappear into you went to the blond woman following her deeper into the hill.
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Wanda closed the door behind her resting her back on the door.
She was breathing hard, sweat falling down her face though for some reason there was a blurry edge in her eyes. She couldn’t explain the emotion she was experiencing, there was something weighing her down until she was having some difficulty with her breathing.
There was a pressing image in her mind, you grabbing the blond-haired woman pressing her to your body, your head tilted to deepen a kiss Wanda wasn’t supposed to witness. Her legs and hands were trembling, and once in the safety of the house she finally allowed herself to go back to a place that was familiar and safe.
The room flickered in a flash of red, she tried to hold onto a single memory trying to drown the memories of you kissing the blond woman.
Pathetic.
What was she doing? Why was she feeling like this? It was such a stupid emotion; she just needed to clear her head and refocus her energy on her goal. Right, Vision…
God, how could she forget about Vision?
His face came right in, but her thoughts were a mixture of undefined images of him and her running and spending what little time they got in between their life's as heroes and fugitives. Wanda tried to hold onto those images, thinking herself a fool when her heart broke a little at the sight of you kissing that woman.
Pathetic.
Wanda had learnt to hear her own voice projected just outside of her mind. It tended to be deep and haughty trying to convince her of her duty, some others it sounded angry and frustrated, and then there were others in which she could detect her own sadness. Right now, she was sounding strange and croaky and affected.
Are you going to leave it like that? Isn’t she…ours?
"No." Wanda clenched her jaw looking away from the reflection where she knew she would find herself looking just like she did back in Westview. There was no thinking about her recent emotions, about the confusion she had been experiencing since her visit to the town.
She was not thinking about you as hers, because that would mean right now she felt jealousy, and that could only mean…
But we are jealous…
“No, no…I’m not.” Wanda repeated to herself, she tried to shift her focus to what was familiar to her.
It was Vision her main focus, that was the reason she had accepted to come all the way here. That was the reason she had been trying to build her world and get away from everything and everyone and that should be her main focus once more.
Wanda went straight ahead to the bathroom; she was in some serious need of a shower and a way to clear up her mind.
The room changed with a flickered of her hand, Wanda had been playing a dangerous game with herself and the Darkhold. The book materialised out of thin air, her eyes gleaming red when she tried to quiet down her thoughts or the beating of her heart. A part of her holding onto the last thread of desire for the life she could build with magic, the scene she had just witnessed pressing against her thoughts while she tried to grab onto the memory of Vision.
Sweet handsome Vision that had sacrificed himself uselessly. Vision, the loved of her life the one she had killed and then tried to bring back in a world of her own creation.
Wanda huffed in exasperation, a mixture of conflicting emotions going through her while she tried to wash away everything she was experiencing.
What is grief if not love preserving?
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By the time Thena and you were going back to the house, the wind had increased bringing with it a humid almost cold atmosphere that told you rain was inevitable.
This new weather seemed to clash perfectly with the sensation you got from the guest’s house. You glanced at the place; the windows were dark but a shiver went right down your back making the hairs on your neck to stand up. You stopped with Thena standing right beside you, she was just as tensed as you were.
“Have you tried to do something about it?” You didn’t need to ask what she was referring to; you pressed your lips together hesitating.
“I’ve been trying to do something.” You replied flickering your eyes to her, Thena nodded curtly.
“Whatever it is, do it fast.” She walked ahead of yourself crossing paths with Gil that was coming to you with a huge smile.
“Y/N!” The big guy came at you wrapping his arms tight around you, putting you from the ground. “It’s so good to see you!”
“It’s good to see you too, Gil.” You chuckled, glancing at the man with a soft smile. “How have you been?”
“Good, good, missing the weather of the Riviera.” Gil lowered his gaze to you then cocked his head to see the open door Thena had used moments ago. “Kinda happy you guys finally learnt to have fun out of innocent ears.”
He wiggled his eyebrows while you just rolled your eyes, soon Ajak came from the main entrance followed by Sprite.
“Don’t say that, nothing happened, we were just talking.” You mumbled knowing the man would never believe you. “Let’s go, you big goofus.”
The house felt like a home all over again, it had been quite some time since you had last seen Thena, Gil and even Sprite; life with them had been so sporadic and after so many conflicts it was good to have them back, to talk to them. To share with them. You wished it would be easier, and that the rest of the family could come together as you did once.
But even like that, you loved sitting down on your stool in the kitchen with Gil talking about his most recent adventures with Thena. Or Sprite telling everyone about the most recent technological invention, or Ajak trying to ask everyone what they wanted for lunch.
“Y/N, please pass me the lettuce and, do you have some onions?” You were to move to the fridge when the older woman caught the wince on your face.
Ajak narrowed her eyes at you, and you tried to wave away the sudden concern in her eyes until she straightened up signalling the stool again.
“Gil, bring the lettuce and the onions. You, sit. Now!” You winced alongside Gil, soon you sat down and Gil was going over the fridge.
“Look, I have a pretty good explanation for this…” You started but soon Sprite chimed in.
“You were trying to impress your girlfriend, Thena told us.” Sprite smirked at you, but you just rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to protests.
“Couldn’t you impress her with something less dangerous or damaging to you?” Ajak retorted, you opened your mouth again ready to explain to them that Wanda was not your girlfriend and that the wound was not that bad. It was healing.
Ajak knelt down taking off your shoe and the bandages examining the wound.
“Why didn’t you call me? This looks like a deep wound, and it has been healing slowly because it is obvious you have forced it ever since the first day.” Ajak couldn’t help the reproachful tone in her voice, she shot you a worried glance ready to use her abilities when your hand stopped her.
“I didn’t want…” You started hesitatingly, you knew Gil and Sprite had their eyes on you, you pursed your lips speaking again. “Look, Wanda doesn’t know anything about you guys, or even me. And I want to keep it that way.”
“Why don’t you want her to know about you?” This time around Sprite was looking at you confused, you shrugged when Ajak made a quick inspection on your foot scowling down at the wound before standing up and moving down the hall.
“I’m not sure, I just…”
The silence that followed was a heavy one, your eyes flickered up and you found those of Sprite who was frowning in anger. They didn’t need to ask anything else, on your face and words it was evident what you were thinking about.
Ajak was back with the aid kit kneeling down again, “Sprite, get everything ready, Gil you know where to find the chairs and everything else, let’s set up the dining table for the lunch.”
You were left alone with Ajak, the woman worked around your wound with expertise never once using her healing abilities to help with the wound.
“You’re thinking if you reveal yourself to her that it would influence the way she sees you.” Ajak didn’t beat around the bush glancing at you before continuing with her work. “She is not Eliza, Y/N. If you like her you have to be honest with her.”
Your heart fluttered at these words, the name of your previous lover piercing painfully still. You clenched your fists at this, furrowing your brows while looking away.
“I know she isn’t.” You whispered. “She is a friend; she is here because she is mourning the love of her life. She doesn’t need my drama into the mix, she just…”
Ajak examined your foot with critical eye before putting some ibuprofen from a bottle.
“She is working with dark magic, you know that. We can feel something is wrong over there.” Ajak patted your knee offering a motherly smile at you. “But I could also see the calming effect you had on her and the way she has change your smile. I haven’t seen those dimples or those eyes gleaming so much in a long time.”
You felt the flush on your face, looking away you shrugged.
“We’re just friends.” You repeated, and it is the same mantra you had been repeating yourself ever since the visit to the town, and the day she came in to help you with the wound and the rest of the days you had spent with her.
“Well, then…go and invite her over, she needs to get out of that house.” It was an order more than a request, and you knew Ajak meant more with that simple gesture that you care to admit.
There was a moment of hesitation on your part, then you merely nodded standing up on your feet. You cocked your head to the side, your eyes glancing down the hall where you knew was the room you had given to Thena once. Ajak placed her hand on your forearm shaking her head with an amused smile in place.
“Stop stalling.”
You chuckled lowering your gaze before nodding curtly, “Yes, ma’am.”
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You never expected the door would be opened.
In the last couple of weeks whatever Wanda had been working on seemed to be put to rest. Or at least, she was not using the magic and the book as often as she did once; you could feel it in the way she felt, and how she looked. That was the reason why you were so surprised that day, it was the same feeling you got on those first days of Wanda being there.
Your brows knitted together when you entered the house, everything was darker than it should be in the middle of the day. You waited for a moment knocking on the door with your knuckles, you did it once, twice, thrice…there was no answer, so you took that chance to enter the place.
“Wanda?” Your voice echoed through the empty living room and kitchen, you leaned in with some hesitation in your movements. You weren’t comfortable by overstepping your boundaries while entering the place.
You didn’t want Wanda to get mad at you for this, but there was something about the whole situation that made you stepped further inside the house.
You knocked again, harder this time around calling out to her.
"Hey, Principessa, are you here?" Your hand tightened around the doorknob, your arms heating up when you finally sense it.
Without any more hesitation, you stepped inside the house. The cold was back, and there was a sense of alarm around you, the hairs of your arms and neck stood up at attention. You stepped further inside glancing around until the door closed with a bang.
You didn't even flinch, though your eyes changed in an instant gleaming gold spotting the runes above your head. They were read, a different symbol dancing around the ceiling making the whole room flickered in and out of different images, colours and places.
Witchcraft
There was an eerie silence around you, something heavy in the air as you stepped further inside the house. Your body tensing completely, you weren't afraid, at least not for yourself, everything around you flickered in and out of reality. How long had she been working on this? Probably since day one.
"Do you always enter your guest house without their permission?" The voice held a heavy accent, she modulated every word and the husky tone behind her voice sent shivers down your back.
"Only the attractive ones," your answer came lightly, almost teasingly. Your tongue almost caught on your throat when your eyes fell on the woman behind you. "Wanda?"
The young woman smiled, but the curved of her lips and the show of white teeth was not convincing enough since her eyes had a red-light dancing around them. She was wearing a full fledge suit red and tight with a crown adorning her face and head. Her strawberry hair was looking wild and wavy making her look unhinged but in control of the situation. This was the woman you had seen in the news, of pictures of another Avenger adventure.
Still, she was looking different.
The smile in her face grew, and she stepped closer. You remained impassive, cocking your head to the side.
"In a manner of speaking, yes." She commented lightly reaching out to you, the room became hot all of a sudden while you held her stare. "Your eyes… why are they gold?"
You clenched your jaw looking away, the hand of the other woman placed tenderly but demanding under your chin trying to turn your face to hers. Your hand caught hers, and you returned your eyes to her out of necessity more than anything else.
"You're not Wanda, where is she?" Your words seemed to upset her; she pressed her lips together stepping back. The world around you flickered and you got glimpses of another place. Another house.
Another life.
"I am her, always have been." The Scarlet Witch spoke with a hint of anger and sorrow in her voice, she turned sharp eyes to you daring you to contradict her.
You stood there for a minute, your thoughts a myriad of emotions and images you wished you could tune down a bit. The woman in front of you smirked, leaning in until she was a few centimetres away from your face.
"You like me." She purred, resting her hands on your shoulders. "You like the way I look… I can be yours; you know?"
You shivered trying to step back while a part of you wished you could just put her closer to you. You swallowed down your arousal, your attraction to the woman and you really wished you had come with someone instead of venturing around alone.
"I can hear your thoughts, detka… you know? She likes you too, but… we're so close to get our lives back." The other woman whispered. "Perhaps we can have both, love with Vision and a pet to play with you."
"You assume too much, Scarlet." the name rolled out of your lips teasingly, your hand on her hair putting her head back. "I'm nobody's pet, and I would like very much to speak with the real Wanda right now."
The Scarlet Witch was left there breathing hard, eyes dark following your form deep inside the house until you reached the master bedroom. Your heart was beating hard. you never imagined this was going to be something you would find here.
Wanda seemed to be deeply asleep, her posture was tense and she had on a frown on her face. You tensed looking out of the corner of your eyes to the other woman standing by the door.
"Are you sure you want her back?" The question was a mixture of uncertainty and anger.
"I am pretty sure; she is the one I want back." You said without meaning to reveal so much. Your hand brushed lightly on her cheek then move to her shoulder shaking her lightly.
"Wanda? Hey, Principessa it's almost midday are you seriously going to sleep in." You shook her lightly, your voice as tender as it could be. "Come on Wanda, wake up."
You sighed once more your eyes gleaming gold the tattoos on your arms ignited just as a flash of magic went through your fingertips into the young woman resting on the bed. Wanda woke startled her hand went up in a rough movement hitting you square in the face.
"Fuck!" You fall on your ass holding your nose with your hands, tears in your eyes at the sensation of pain
You lifted your stare and for a brief moment you saw the flash of red in those green eyes, the ghost of a smile in those lips that soon transformed in a gesture of embarrassment and concern.
"Oh god, Y/N! What were you thinking?" Wanda stood up rather fast kneeling beside you, you mocked glare at her.
"I was waking you up! What were you thinking?" You let her warm hands wrapped tenderly around your wrists putting them away from your face.
"I was asleep and someone startled me awake." Wanda winced apologetically, trying to offer a comforting smile. "I think I broke your nose."
"What a punch you have there, Principessa, remind me to never do this again." You groaned standing up and letting Wanda guide you to the bathroom.
"Why are you here anyway? Do you always enter your guest house without their permission?" You lifted your face to take a look at her, but Wanda was more worried about getting water and some towels to clean up your face and make sure the damage was not that deep or permanent
The tension in her eyes and the pursed on her lips told you she really was concentrated on you. There was not a single flickered of recognition or hidden intentions there. If that was the case it meant the Scarlet Witch was a part of Wanda she only revealed when dream walking in her own reality.
"Well, Ithink I just got lucky, no permanent damage to you."
"No damage to my beautiful face then?" You wiggled your eyebrows at her, Wanda chuckled looking away.
"Yes, no damage to your face."
"Beautiful face."
Wanda hesitated glancing at the floor "Your beautiful face."
You smiled in triumph standing up, Wanda finally turned to you bouncing on her feet.
"So, why are you here?"
"Oh right!" You pointed with your head the direction of your own home flashing a hesitant smile. "Well, Ajak and Sprite are here, Thena and Gil too and we were preparing lunch… I thought…"
Wanda wrapped her arms around herself shaking her head, "No, I don't think it would be a good idea. I mean, it seems a family thing and you were highly entertained by Thena so…"
You winced making a face, scratching the back of your neck you stepped forward locking your eyes to green ones. You were not leaving this house without putting up a fight for Wanda.
"I want you to come, I really want you to meet them and… you know? In honour of our friendship, I would like you to meet them."
"That's not fair." Wanda whispered glaring at your cheeky smile, you placed a hand on her forearm softening your features.
"I won't force you, Wanda. But I… I was hoping you could come." You squeezed her arm tenderly, "We will be there if you decided to come."
Before you could exit the bathroom her hand closed around your wrist. You turned around she was looking everywhere but at you.
"Let me put some shoes on."
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"First time watching a storm?" Ajak stood right beside Wanda, the world outside the protective walls of the house was slashing violently with wind and water twirling around in an uncontrolled blur of grey and white.
The sound of the wind blowing right outside was disturbing at some point, the image of the ocean becoming a deathly trap was something Wanda had never experienced, at some point she actually felt identified with the weather.
"Yes, actually I have never seen anything like this." Her tone was reverent, almost fearful but the easy smile on Ajak brought a calmness she could not describe.
"From time to time, it is good to remember we are just creatures in a vast world."
The sound coming from the dining table brought her attention to where you were sitting with Sprite and Gil playing cards, Thena was observing the game unimpressed though her eyes would from time to time focus on you. Wanda furrowed her brows turning once more to the window; ever since she got there Thena had done nothing more than tried to get your attention on her. Her hands always finding an excuse to touch you freely, to catch your attention easily to bring back that smile Wanda had come to treasure.
The only reassuring thought Wanda held onto was the fact your dimples only showed whenever she was smiling at you.
"I'm glad you decided to accompany us, it has been a while since we last saw Thena and Gil and having new people in this gathering is always refreshing." Ajak followed the eyes of the red-head before they settled back on the window, she smiled knowingly shaking her head at Thena’s antics and your obliviousness.
"I’m glad you guys invite me." Wanda answered all honestly, and she really was.
You had made sure Wanda felt welcome and included it in the gathering, you introduced Gil as an uncle though Wanda suspected your relationship with his was completely different. The man had welcome Wanda with a tight grip and a smile, his words always boisterous and pressing with great adventures and jokes at the tip of his tongue.
Then, there was Thena.
The woman had been courteous, her eyes checking Wanda out with a critical glint in her eyes. The blonde-haired woman had then offered a daring smirk before making sure to be all around you daring Wanda to do something. It was unnerving for Wanda to see the woman had a knowing glint in her eyes whenever she caught Wanda staring at her and you. Wanda felt her blood boil, and she clenched her fists wanting nothing more than to claim your attention for herself, to get the same casual touches and brushes of skin.
You had been completely oblivious to this interaction between Wanda and Thena, though Sprite and Ajak had been quite aware of this.
By the time lunch was ready, the rain had started falling.
Wanda found herself in the midst of family time, you explained to Wanda the relationship the group had with one another while they narrated the stories of past dinners or gatherings. It was such a homely time, watching as they spoke of their lives and experiences while telling Wanda embarrassing stories about you or the rest of the group was something Wanda was treasuring.
Another moment in a normal life you were sharing with her.
The sound of thunder broke Wanda’s attention, she heard laughter and soon the voice of Gil raised above the sound of the wind.
"Sprite!! You are cheating!" Gil exclaimed pointing an accusing finger to the young woman, Sprite held back her smirk blinking playfully to the older man.
"I'm not."
"I think you are because I have two of those As on my hand!"
You opened your eyes in panic, which struck Wanda as strange. You sent a glare to Sprite who merely rolled her eyes.
"This game is not as fun without me winning."
Before Gil could open his mouth and point out she always won because she used her abilities to do so Thena spoke and her question brought a tension you wished you could break.
"You are an Avenger." It was a statement; the blond-haired woman tilted her head eyes twinkling while her lips draw the ghost of a smile.
Wanda felt her body stiffened at the question; she held the other woman's stare.
"I am, yes."
Thena nodded grabbing the glass of water, twirling around the liquid she continued.
"You are also a witch." Once again it was a statement, you scowled at this your hand placing firmly on the table.
"Thena…" Your tone was a warning, Thena flickered her gaze form Wanda to you then she returned her attention to the other woman.
Wanda shifted uncomfortably; she had never thought of herself as a witch. It wasn't until Westview that she was confronted by this revelation. The power inside her stirred, and the Scarlet Witch in her pressed inside her mind asking to be let out. But Wanda held back, her mind reading abilities failing her when she realized the thoughts around the room were nothing more that images she could not identify completely. The only though she could grasp was yours, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Wanda the only thing in your mind.
"I wouldn't call myself a witch, though someone already mention this before." Wanda replied flatly, Thena quirked brow nodding.
"Then, what would you call yourself?"
"What kind of question is that?" You intervened, your eyes pinning Thena who offered a smile.
"It's just a question, you don't need to be so defensive." Thena explained shrugging. "She is staying here with you, I think it is only right we know you're going to be safe and nothing would come to harm you for having an Avenger so close by."
Your blood ran cold at these words, you knew this had nothing to do with the line of questioning coming from Thena. Sprites opened her eyes wide she turned to Gil who shrugged shaking his head in a warning gesture. Better not get in the way.
Wanda didn't think about this before, it was true that her life as an Avenger was dangerous and that on more than once occasion it had been an issue for those innocent stander-by, but she had come here to rest. No one knew she was here; her green eyes went to you and she remembered the wound on your foot and the conversations you had shared.
Everything had been so normal, so domestic… Wanda had forgotten she was dangerous, that she was trying to accomplish something that might as well dragged you in a trip against your will.
But I came here to work on that! On making sure next time it is only Vision and me and the family we might create.
We didn’t came here to harm her, we could never harm her…
"It is not my intention to create any trouble or bring danger to anyone." Wanda assured each one of her words, holding the stare from the other woman. "No one knows I am here. I don't think there should be a name for what I am, I'm only… trying to do what is right."
"I would call her a hero." You said all of a sudden. "A warrior, and a mighty one at that! Using magic and trying to do what is right is not an easy feat, Thena."
Thena nodded leaning back against the chair, though her smile turned colder and her eyes sharp with anger and jealousy.
"Magic users are easily corrupted, Y/N… dark fingertips and a chilling presence should be your first warning, I thought you knew that."
"Thena!" Ajak scolded the blond-haired woman using a language Wanda was not familiar with, but that was not of importance.
The damage was done, Wanda felt numb at those words just as her mind and the reflection behind her revealed the very same image Thena was painting. Inked fingertips, the chilling presence…Wanda furrowed her brow shaking her head, it didn’t matter how Thena knew about that, what her words really meant; what was important was that….she was using dark magic, was she being corrupted?
Just like Agatha?
"I think I better go." She whispered lowering her gaze while walking down the kitchen to the entrance of the house.
"No, Wanda, wait…" You stood up following the young woman.
Thena followed you with her eyes, Ajak calling back to her scowling while Gil and Sprite glanced at one another once more.
The wind was rather strong slamming the door open and almost making Wanda faltered in her steps. You caught her firmly, your arms around her midsection holding her tight. Wanda tensed under your hold, she was afraid to turn around and find herself right in front of you, too close that was probably advisable.
"Don't go, please." Your voice in her ear sent shivers down her back, she clenched her eyes close holding back any other reaction. "Thena is just…"
"Jealous. She is jealous and you probably should tell her we are just friends." Wanda said stepping back while turning around
You winced scratching the back of your neck.
"I don't understand why she would be jealous.” you never noticed the flash of hurt crossing Wanda's eyes as you continued. "I mean this is foolish, this is my home and I want you to stay. Besides it is raining hard and the winds are pretty strong, you could hurt yourself trying to go back to the house…"
Wanda looked away from you but leaned into your touch when your hand placed itself on her arm.
“Come back, I'm pretty sure after Ajak's scolding Thena will behave." You tried to offer a smile but it was hesitant, Wanda felt the sharp edge of the wind and the raging storm right beside her.
“I don’t think that would be wise.” Wanda continued shivering under the coldness of the wind and the water.
You nodded curtly, “then let me take you home.”
“Not with this weather!”
“You’re going with this weather!” You replied pointing the weather, “really, Principessa, I just…”
You couldn’t say anything else, but there was no need of this. Wanda could read it easily on your face and thoughts, her heart shrank with emotion just as she nodded biting her lower lip.
“It is raining hard, and I…I don’t think it would be bad if I stay.” Her heart skipped a beat at the sight or your thousand-watt grin and those dimples she had come to lo…like. To like.
I love them. Wanda almost winced mortified at the thought that sneak inside her mind.
“Thank you, then if you’re staying you can use my room to get a change of clothes and sleep there.” You tilted your head walking backwards, all excited at the idea. “I can sleep on the sofa…”
"Why would you sleep on the sofa if you can sleep with me?" Wanda replied before she could stop herself. The young witch felt her cheeks warm up at her words, you opened your eyes big glancing down at her.
"What?"
"I-I mean…” She stammered gesturing with her hands trying to fix her comment. "Your bed is big… it fits two people and you can.. I wouldn’t want to impose and well…I can use the sofa."
"Don't worry, Principessa, we can share the bed if you want. I knew you couldn't resist my charm.”
She pushed you playfully, moving past you to hide the flush on her face. You went right with her chuckling the hole time.
By the time both of you were back, Thena had left.
"Wanda, I want to apologise…" Ajak started but Wanda shook her head.
"No, please I understand I…" Wanda trailed off taking a deep breath, her eyes found yours and for a brief moment she found the courage she was looking for. "I understand completely, wherever we go it's as if something usually happens, a disaster waiting to happen, but I assure you this trip was done in secrecy and no one but my closest friends know I'm here."
You stood by the kitchen crossing stares with Gil, the older man shook his head with a single frown you understood completely. You would need to speak with Thena.
“I think…it is raining hard,” Wanda said sheepishly showing the wet clothes, you shook your head nodding.
“Of course, let me show you what you can use, you already know where my room is.”
“She does?” Sprite chuckled when you and Wanda flushed.
“Of course, she took me there when I hurt my foot, Sprite.” You made sure the young woman could hear the warning tone on your voice; you then turned to Wanda offering a half smile. “Go on, you know where to find some clothes, feel free to use whatever you want.”
Wanda bit her lower lip for a moment, she lifted her eyes to you before stepping back.
“Yes, of course, thank you.”
You watched her go and it wasn’t until something hit your face that you realized you had been staring for far too long.
“So, you and the little witch?” Gil said taking a long sip from the beer. “Humph, I approved it.”
You rolled your eyes crossing your arms, “It’s nothing like that, really, you guys should stop that.”
“Come on, it is so obvious that you two like each other it is getting rather ridiculous to keep denying it.” Sprite retorted narrowing her eyes at you. “Why do you keep denying it?”
You shrugged turning around to go to the stove, “I’m making chocolate, someone want one?”
Ajak observed as you evaded the topic while distracting both Gil and Sprite. The woman however agreed with Sprite, you were obviously hooked by Wanda; something had change in you since the other woman show up and you decided to include her in your routine. In your life.
She just hoped you wouldn’t let this chance escaped you only because you were still being hunted by your past.
The moment you entered your room you were welcome by the sight of lightning igniting the sky. Moments later, the world around you trembled under the sound of thunder. You closed the door behind you balancing the two mugs filled with hot chocolate, your eyes soon found Wanda sitting near the window.
She looked pensive, sitting down on a pillow wearing a pair of white pants and one of your t-shirts. Her hair was still wet, and she was hugging her legs closer to her chest; her head tilted to one side watching you moving closer her heart fluttering at the sight of your eyes concentrated in getting the mugs completed without spilling a single drop of chocolate.
“I told you this sight was even better at night.” You commented lifting your eyes to meet hers, you knelt down placing the two mugs on the floor.
“Yes, you did.” Wanda offered a single smile, her hand hesitating before taking the mug. “Chocolate?”
“Your favourite.” You sat down right beside her, you contemplated the rain and the storm happening right in front of your window.
There was no need for words, at least not for now.
The sound of water hitting the glass, and the wind blowing right outside on the cliff was enough to cut the uneasiness of silence. Soon enough, you stopped contemplating the rain and you paid attention to the woman sitting right beside you. Her hands wrapped tightly around the mug, and she had her own eyes focused on the warm liquid in front of her.
“You were not lying when you said this was the best spot in the whole house.” She finally said, you nodded with a sigh leaving your lips.
"Beautiful." You mumbled without helping yourself, Wanda straightened up lifting her face to see out of the window. She never noticed your eyes on her, nor was she completely aware you were talking about her.
“I never thought a storm would look anything like this,” Wanda drank from her chocolate with a smile playing on her lips. The sound of the rain filling up her senses bringing to her a calmness she was starting to associate with you, “it really it’s beautiful, soothing even.”
You broke into a smile turning your eyes to the window, “it is beautiful, dangerous, but so…overwhelmingly beautiful.”
Your voice lowered slightly, there was a hint of wistfulness there something that made Wanda tensed slightly. She was looking out of the window, but much like you had done a couple of minutes ago she saw your reflection there.
She found herself spellbound to your reflection, her heart shrank at your smile and your eyes the softening of your features. Wanda lowered her gaze the voice inside her head was turning out to be quite familiar to her, it spoke of her real desires and the confusion that had settled in her heart for quite some time. What about Vision?
She loved him. She still did, didn't she?
Do we?
The Scarlet Witch whispered and her reflection had her eyes on you.
Are we building a world for him to escape her?
What happened to our grief? To the sorrow in our hearts?
"There is a small beach," you interrupted her thoughts all of a sudden, the redhead noticed the blackened fingertips for a moment furrowing her brows as she half heard you, half remembered what Thena had said.
"It is quite beautiful and during this time of the year tends to be filled with teens and people that want to spend a nice time swimming and doing other activities." You chuckled holding onto a memory of a long time ago. "We could… I mean, I could take you there if want to. After the storm recedes though it is also a sight to behold to be close to the sea when it is like this."
Wanda wanted to ask why you would do it, why were you being so special with her when you didn't have to. Sure, you had said to her a couple of days ago that you wanted to be friends but…
Vision is safer, predictable… he wouldn't hurt us. There is not a chance of him hurting us if we…
A hand placed itself on hers, the warm it brought filled Wanda completely. She flickered her eyes up until she found herself looking into your eyes. Your thoughts were as clear as water, it reflected what you were speaking of. A beach and sun, laughter, and playfulness and in the midst of it all the great ocean.
You squeezed Wanda's hand, your fingertips trying to sooth the black ink in hers.
"Why do you keep punishing yourself for things you cannot change?" You asked leaning in, your eyebrows knitting together when you realized you were revealing more than you should. "Is it worthy to give your soul? Worthy to lose yourself?"
"What would you know about pain and grief?" Wanda tried to be harsh in her questioning, but she held herself and she realized for the very first time whatever she had awakened in Westview, the alter ego that had been working around the clock to build the alternative world was right there with her being one expectant of your answer
"I know more than you know, Wanda." You shot a quick look at those fingers, then sighed looking away. "I have seen it before."
"What would you or even Thena know about this?" And Wanda asked in a trembling voice the answer she had been afraid to face.
There was a long silence after that question, the lightning and thunder breaking into the sky. You held yourself for a moment never letting go of Wanda's hand. It was the moment you could confessed to her, tell her who you were what you could do.
But there was fear in your heart.
If you gave yourself, who was to say you wouldn't get hurt again? She was a powerful witch, a chosen one, and her heart was already promised to another. She had come all the way to the end of the world to work on her plans. This was the reason she was here; she was no looking to be healed but to not be interrupted.
She didn't love you, and she never will. The friendship was the only thing you would get out of her, and confessing your real self would leave you open once more to someone that might manipulate you and used you for her own gain
Wanda couldn’t read much, but she did feel the fear, the uncertainty.. The broken heart. She stirred in sympathy and something else, something she couldn't identify completely and soon she found herself pushed forward leaning in until she realized how close the both of you were. It was then she noticed there was a glint of gold in your eyes, that even though it was a cold and humid night, with you she felt fresh and warm. Wanda swallowed down when her eyes flickered to your lips and..
Lean in…
And she did.
You stiffened but did the same, should you do it?
The door of you room banged open and Sprite came right in wearing a strange expression on her face.
"Sersi is calling, she says she needs to speak with you urgently,” Sprite stopped cocking her head with eyes narrow in suspicion. "Are you guys okay? Did I interrupt something?"
You and Wanda had jumped startle moving almost a meter away from one another. Wanda was looking out of the window, and you had your eyes on Sprite with a hint of panic in them. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage fast and hard almost threatening to leave your chest.
"No, no I…" you stood up hesitating for a moment, you turned to Wanda but she was bent on ignoring you by looking outside the window.
You nodded bitterly, your smile reflecting what you were really feeling Sprite furrowed her brows ready to speak until you shook your head.
"Nothing, you didn't interrupt anything, Sprite. Let's go I was waiting for her call."
You gave Wanda one last glance before leaving the room.
Wanda put a hand on her face, she was trying to get a hold of her own breathing, of her beating hard. What she was about to do… God's, what was happening to her.
She felt tears in her eyes, guiltiness crawling up her chest to her mind, and everything she had felt for Vision, everything she had lived with him was back. The promises the both of them made, the chances they took…
But was it real? Isn't this why we are building a world of our own?
"I thought you want to be with him." Wanda pressed her lips together. "That we wanted to be with him, that was the reason behind Westview, behind this new world."
Wanda saw her standing right behind her, so much like her yet so different. The Scarlet Witch tilted her head, red eyes shone with confusion
I don't know anymore.
Wanda nodded in understanding. She didn't know either.
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He's Gone
Wanda is sick and begging for Pietro, not seeming to realize that he's dead. (wanda x reader)
Word Count: 1130
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“Can you hear me, babygirl?” You asked, pushing a few stray hairs off of Wanda’s burning forehead. She seemed to be looking right through you. “C’mon Wanda, I’m right here, look at me,” You shook her shoulders gently, trying to get her to focus on you.
“Piet? Why’d you leave me alone?” She mumbled, finally meeting your eyes. Her normally warm chocolate brown orbs were tinged with confusion and bright with fever. Dark bags smudged her under eyes and her nose was chapped and red. Her lips were cracked and bleeding.
“It’s Y/n honey.” Maybe you should’ve been insulted that she thought you looked like her dead brother, but you were too focused on trying to keep her from fainting. The poor thing was shivering uncontrollably, which only contributed to her high temperature.
“Piet, you came back! I knew you’d come back. I missed you.” She grinned dizzily and threw her arms around your neck, her hot skin searing yours. You hugged her back, whistling quietly.
“Oookay, you sure are delirious. I need you to hear me, alright? It’s Y/n, not Pietro.” You murmured into her ear, rubbing her back as she cried quietly, thanking Pietro for coming back for her.
“Please don’t leave me again. I don’t want to be alone again.” Your poor little thing, she genuinely thought that you were Pietro Maximoff.
“Okay, my sweet witch.” You could let this go if it meant she would listen to you. You could let it go if it got her to go to sleep. You could let it go if she would let you take care of her. “Can we go to bed? Would that be okay?”
“Mhm…just stay?” She rubbed her nose on her wrist and sniffled wetly, looking a little bit more miserable than she had before.
“I’m not going anywhere Wands. Can you help me out a little bit here?” You sort of pulled her up, but her legs weren't working quite right. She whined and clung to your shirt, trying to hold herself upright.
“Work with me, hon.”
“Stop calling me that Piet. S’wierd.” She coughed quietly against you, but you didn’t care. Fuck, how could you at this point? She was sick and exhausted and delirious.
“Alright, Wanda. Let’s get you into bed.” You scooped her up in your arms, doing your best to comfort her quite whimpers of pain. You shushed her and kissed her forehead, murmuring words of encouragement under your breath.
“Mmm…I don’t wanna go to bed…not tired.” She sniffled, a yawn slipping into her voice.
“Mhm, clearly. How about we watch some TV until you fall asleep?” You set her down on the soft mattress and wrapped her up in the large comforter.
“Okay…can we watch I Love Lucy?” She coughed loudly into the blanket and whined, pouting at you. “Hurts to breathe.” You smiled sadly and stroked her cheek, leaning in to kiss her warm forehead. She pulled away, looking even more confused.
“Pietro…? Wh…what’s happening? Where’d he go?” She reached for your hand, terror gleaming in her eyes. She blinked a few times tears threatening to flow over her thick lashes. You squeezed her fingers gently between your own, doing the best you could to stop the pending panic attack.
“Honey, I need you to take a deep breath, okay?” She gasped pointlessly, moving to claw at her throat. You grabbed the hand by her throat and pressed your lips against her knuckles. “Hey, hey can you see me?” She looked around wildly, searching for her brother.
“Pietro! You promised! You said you wouldn’t leave me! You promised!” She sobbed, kicking off the blanket as a rush of heat overwhelmed her.
“Oh my heart, Pietro’s gone. He’s gone, you’re halucinating,” You said softly, hating yourself more than anything else. She shoved you away, horrified.
“No, no he was here…he was here…he was here…” She clasped her hands over her ears and curled herself up in the middle of the bed, rocking slightly. You moved to sit beside her, not daring to touch her right now. She might kill you.
Red energy massed in a cloud around her, blocking everything but you from entering.
“Wanda, baby can you hear me?” She shook her head, curling furhter in on herself. A bolt of energy lashed out at you, catching you in the chest and sending you flying towards the wall. All of the air left your lungs and you coughed, trying to breathe.
“Sweetheart, I shouldn’t have let you think that I was him. I just wanted you to be okay. I’m sorry. I-I’m terrible at this.” You were trying hard not to start crying, you were in over your head and Wanda was starting to make things fly.
You forced yourself to your feet, cradling the few bruised ribs you now sported. You went back to sitting beside her and this time touched her shoulder. When she nodded, you didn’t pull away, instead moved closer to her.
“I’m sorry my love. I wish I could bring him back. I just wanted you to be happy for a little while. I’m so sorry.” You laid your head on her neck and pulled her against you, rubbing her back.
“I want it to stop!” She clung to you, the fever turning in a different direction, away from the hallucinations and into complete and utter misery.
“I know honey. I’m right here, and I’m going to fix it okay? Just relax against me, okay? I’m right here.” She shivered in your arms and you pulled the blanket back around the two of you, hoping that it’d help a little bit. She’d already taken as much medicine as you could give her for another few hours, so keeping her comfortable was the best that you could do.
Ten tearful minutes later Wanda was laying comfortably against you her breaths coming in soft puffs rather than ragged gasps.
“Any better?” You murmured, shifting her head on your chest. She nodded, looking up at you with forgiving eyes. You loved her and she loved you. She was the best girlfriend you could ever ask for.
“Read to me?” She whispered, voice still hoarse with tears. You couldn’t help but smile.
“Frankenstein?” It was one of her favorites and you hadn’t read it in a while.
“Mhm. Just till I fall asleep.” You picked up the book and dimmed the lights to as low as you could while still being able to see.
“Chapter 5. It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet…”
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I'm in Sweetheart. Always Am.
Warning ⚠: Suggestive adult content.
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A/N: IDK what this is. But it's currently my mood.
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Y/N: Erik, what is this?
Erik: Darling, I can explain. You see.
Y/N: UNBELIEVABLE! How come you never told me? We're in a relationship for God's sake Erik.
Erik: (sad look and puts his head down) I'm sorry. Please don't be mad.
Y/N: MAD? Erik, I'm FURIOUS. How come Charles didn't give me one?
Erik: (in shock) WHAT?
Y/N: And you're so selfish. You didn't think I wanted in too?
Erik: You..... Want...... This?
Y/N: I'm in sweetheart. Always am.
Erik: (gulps nervously) What about me?
Y/N: I'm not going in alone. You're coming with me. (smiles darkly)
*That's good to hear love. Today at eight in the evening. Be bare. You too Erik sweetie.*
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There is going to be two polls one for og unifrom and current uniform
what should Phoinex Force!Reader’s og costume be(like her comic book costume, yk how in the tv shows all the characters get like a moment with their comic book uniforms)
option 1/ 2nd version of it(ik its Wonder woman but i love this one)
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@wvsteria || Wanda for America
.｡.:*☆ "America Chavez." Wanda had not imagined to stumble over the girl again. She was not after her anymore.... Wanda was not after anyone anymore, really. But, she did doubt that was easy to believe, given what she had done....
"No need to give me that look. I did not come to kill you, or whatever. Frankly, I did not even know we were both living here in DC until this point...."
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New York New Rules Pt. 4
Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut, mental health, blood
Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose
Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter
Sorry for bad writing. I'm using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a slow burn
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,
I'm 11 minutes away and I have missed you all day
I'm 11 minutes away, so why aren't you here?
I think I missed you callin' on the other line
I'm just thinkin' all these thoughts up in my mind
Talkin' love but I can't even read the signs
I would sell my soul for a bit more time
You stain all on my body like you're red wine
You're the fuckin' acid to my alkaline
Stupid. Frail. Perplexed. Fearful. Offensive. Sharp and Hurt
„Y/N you rather feel nothing again" I said to myself as I stared at the ceiling of my room. I've probably been lying here for 15 minutes because 11 minutes ran at least three times in a row. In fact, this was one of my favorite songs. But why actually? I know that I have a feeling for the darkness. But why were pain and suffering so self-evident for me? No matter which movie I watched or which series. My darling was always the villain.
There are really people who just hate them because they have the title of villain. But why are they trying not to understand? What about Katherinen Pierce from the Vampire Diaries? This woman suffered and that only because she wanted to be loved and loved? She lost her family. Her child and was hunted for centuries. The man she loved hated her and didn't believe that the love between them was real. Maleficent... rejected and hunted because she was different? Kylo Ren, Star Wars... who let a big wait on his shoulders... not to forget that Luke wanted to kill him. Wanda Maximof... one of my favorites. What was wrong with creating your own world in which you could be happy? Especially if you had lost everything you had left.
Was I the evil one? Did I want to be the bad one? Sometimes I'm not sure but the feeling I felt when Tara looked at me and asked where I was during the attack... I won't forget this so quickly because at that moment I felt like one of the bad guys. But I also felt misunderstood.
Did Tara hate me? How did Tara think about me in general? Since I've been friends with Mindy, I've met her maybe five times. And we didn't talk much to each other. Most of the time our conversations were about the university. I tried to get closer to her. However, I always had the feeling that I was always failing with her. One second I thought I had full self-confidence but then a look into Tara's eyes and my brain shuts down. I had really never felt something like that before. Especially not towards a woman.
I always stayed away from relationships or physical contacts. As soon as it went in this direction, I always pulled back and hid in my bubble. However, there were days when I would have liked to go to the next bar with my dirty thoughts and have been looking for someone for a hot night.
But as I had analyzed myself so far and with the help of Dr. Stone, I knew what my problem was.
The music in my headphones stopped. I looked at my cell phone and saw that my alarm clock that I had set after talking to Sam was now active.
Should I? Shouldn't I?
"Fuck it," I said to myself and made my way to the Blackmoore. I would prove to them all that I am not Ghostface and if they do not meet me then I will also permanently delete these people from my life.
Slowly I played with the ring on my finger. It wasn't special. I didn't like fancy jewelry either. But this ring carried good memories with it and that's why I always wore it with me. When I saw the carpenters and their friends in front of the Blackmoore, I hesitated slightly. Everyone was sitting on the benches of the university and Mindy seemed to be holding a monologue. She was the only one standing in front of them and gestured around like crazy with her hands.
"Why am I doing this to myself?" I asked myself desperately and approached the group. Drier than I thought, I said "hi" when I entered the inner circle and drew all attention to me. There was a free place next to Quinn, so I sat down with her just as she opened her mouth but Tara was faster and said "you came?" I avoided her gaze and looked coolly at Mindy who looked at me with pinched eyes " Y/N Perfect timing..."
Mindy went to explain the rules and that we were in a franchise. I really famous myself to listen to her, but the voice in my head was too loud.
Don't look at Tara. You must never look her in the eyes again. Is she looking at you? Are the others watching you? Do the others know what happened at the police station? Do they know about my state of health? Did they thought I was Ghostface?
"Am I gonna die a virgin?"
Wait a minute? My full attention was back. I looked at Ethan and then at Mindy.
"Weird overshare but that brings us to our current suspects. Ethan! A shy dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky"
So I wasn't the only suspect? I felt a slight feeling of relief.
" Quinn! The sexy sluty roommate"
Quinn looked at Mindy slightly irritated
"Sex positive but thanks?"
"How did you come to live with Sam and Tara?" She asked but Sam answers "we put an anonymous ad online"
And Tara replied "and her dad is a cop"
Mindy took a step towards Tara and said in an aggressive tone "and that makes it more likely that she is the killer because having a cop that is a great cover! Do you not remember how this movies work Tara?!"
Now Mindy gave everything. That reminded me too well of the many discussions we had about movies. Then Mindy even suspected her own girlfriend. Like wow… this whole thing was really serious.
"Never Trust the Love interest..." she said coolly and her look was serious. Suddenly there was a tension in the group. That sounded pretty deep... I mean in the first stab film it was also the love interest, among other things.
"Y/N!" Mindy called and smiled at me dirty. I sighed, pinched my eyes briefly and looked away from the group but Mindy came one step closer to me. "my dear friend Y/N... you are also new to our group," she began.
Did she say group? What did she mean by that? Was I part of the group?
"As your best friend, I know that you are going to therapy"
Oh no Mindy, please don't. Not again. Not again. Why me? Why?
"But you never told me why you are going to therapy... would you share the reason with us?" I avoided her eyes and looked nervously at the floor. My heart was beating so fast that I felt the pulse pounding in my ears. Again I played with the ring in my finger "Mindy she doesn't have to tell us anything..." said Tara after a short silent, low-key.
Surprised, I looked at her and our eyes met.
Relief. Relief? RELIEF!!! The first word that went through my head. Did Tara just defend me? Why had she done that? And there she was again. This gentle darkness, and the little white lights, like a light at the end of the tunnel that rested me to tell me here you are safe.
Stop it. I tore my eyes off her and stared at my ring. "okay then tell us at least where you were during the attack..." I looked at Mindy "home... and you are welcome to ask Maria when I entered the building and when I left it last. As I know her, she can even tell you the exact time" Mindy nodded in agreement to me, she knew Maria "okay. Good alibi. Nevertheless, you are suspicious. You don't like to socialize and maintain the good girl, reading books and sitting at home image"
Confused, I looked at Anika, was that something good or bad?
Anika said "that's not fair, if then we are all suspects, including you"
Mindy agreed with her and said to Sam "especially Sam" confused I looked to Sam, I had the feeling of not knowing something and because of the looks of the others I could see that I was right.
After that, I turned on the conversations of the others and tried to look at everyone unobtrusively. I started with Quinn. Quinn's emotions were neutral in order not to be completely present. Anika seemed very calm and attentive. Sam seemed tense. Chad hmmm I don't have to worry about him, he was fully focused on taking notes. I wanted to skip Tara and see Ethan directly, but our eyes met. Had she been watching me? After not even a second, I broke off the look of contact again by looking at my ring. Suddenly Quinn got up, then Anika moved to Mindy. The group disbanded.
"We have to stay together, that's the only way we are safe and can rule out who the killer is," said Mindy, "you could all come to us" said Sam and now also stood up.
Did she mean me with everyone, too? How exactly did they think of all this here now?
Confused, I asked her as if I hadn't even been present at Mindys Monologue "I don't… wait, I don't look through. What's the plan now?"
Chad replied when he got up "we're going to Sam and Tara... stay together... and try not to be killed" he didn't give me more information when he left. Chad, were you serious? Confused, I looked after the others when they were almost gone.
And then I suddenly noticed a person next to me. Before I could turn around, there was a hand on my right forearm. And then I was back in the tunnel... tried to get to the light. "Come to us tonight and we can tell you everything," Tara whispered to me, slowing down my nervous pulse. I could listen to her for hours when she talked to me like that. It was so reassuring. Warm. Pleasant. Right.
Her eyes fell on Sam when she nodded in agreement with Tara "maybe you can bring another pizza right away," she said and slightly raised the corners of her mouth. Tara pressed my arm slightly and looked at me at with bright eyes "by the way thank you for the pizza... after this hangover I needed it".
What was that feeling at once? Joy or nervousness? I had to smile unconsciously and nodded "special wishes?"
Tara snapped her finger and began to list different toppings and looked at Sam to see if she agreed with her "The main thing Jalapeños... registered" I said and stood up. "You have our address?" Sam asked again and I nodded in agreement. She raised the corners of her mouth again before putting her hands in her jacket and set off. Tara followed her.
Before my brain realized what my body was doing, I grabbed Tara's hand and hoped she would turn to me again
"Why did you help me earlier?"
And again this pure placid and sweetness to recognize in her face "what happened in the police station was just fucked up" we both had to laugh about her word choice and Tara's dimpels came to light.
Damn, how could Tara be so beautiful?
Okay, pull yourself together Y/N! How was that again with Tara? Never looking into the eyes again? Now I just wanted to sink into them and that even though I could never keep eye contact. Simp
"And I wouldn't want that either... if I imagined that someone would have done that to Sam..." she looked back briefly to the her. Sam stood a few meters away from us and waited for Tara "and see that as a leap of faith Y/L/N... don't spoil it" dryly I laughed and shook my head "I wouldn't even have a good motive" she squeezed my hand briefly.
Did we hold our hands all the time? How could I miss that? I mean... with this face you forget everything, she gave me a grin with sharp eyes and whispered "but there's always a motive" and then she disappeared.
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