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ily-fictional-women · 1 month

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The Monster I am

Summary: After an argument Wanda realizes she may be the monster everyone says she is.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: Arguing and mentions of blood

Word count: 1112

a/n: Surprise! Not dead! The fanfiction writer curse is just very real. Anyways here’s some hurt comfort for y’all. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

As Y/n and Wanda rode the Quinjet with the rest of the team coming back from a mission the negative energy between the two was obvious. Trying to somewhat make amends Wanda began inching her hand towards Y/n’s since she was still sitting next to her. But as soon as her hand grazed Y/n’s Y/n quickly moved her hand away not in the mood for any type of contact.

Landing at the compound Y/n was the first one to grab her duffle bag and quickly make her way back to the bedrooms with Wanda following her. It doesn’t take long before Wanda is knocking on the door pleading with Y/n her.

“Y/n, sweetheart please open the door. I just want to talk.” With no response, Wanda could feel a lump grow in her throat. She manages to slip out a joke, “Uh, you know this is my room too right?” Y/n finally opens the door but Wanda is met with a serious expression. “How are we supposed to talk Wanda? You have been getting yourself needlessly hurt to do what? Protect me?”

Wanda could feel her eyes start to brim with tears but she moved closer to Y/n anyways. “Yes Y/n! That’s all I’ve been trying to do! I love you!” Y/n presses her hands against her face in frustration, “Well then maybe you need to stop Wanda. It seems like you’re forgetting I signed up for this job too. And when you’re too focused on me you’re putting our teammates in danger!”

Wanda inches closer to Y/n again, “I can’t lose anyone else!” Wanda’s voice softens, “I’ve lost my mother, father, and brother. If I lose one more person I love I don’t know what will happen to me.” Y/n bites the inside of her cheek trying to figure out the right thing to say.

“I know that Wanda, and I understand that. But that’s also not an excuse to endanger the lives of people I care about.” Wanda lifts up a hand to caress Y/n’s cheek, but at the speed she did it Y/n flinches back. The one simple motion stopped any tears Wanda had in her and replaced them with a special mixture of hurt and anger.

“Did- did you think I was going to hit you?” Y/n stammers holding back tears of her own, “I- I don’t know.” Wanda clenches her fists trying to hold in any type of intense feelings.

“Answer. The. Question.”

“Wanda…” Y/n looks down at something but Wanda can’t be concerned with it. She screams at the top of her lungs, “Just tell me!” She hears a loud thunk. Opening her eyes Wanda first sees blood on the dresser that Y/n was standing in front of. Looking down Y/n is lying on the floor blood begins to stain the grey carpet.

Lastly looking down at her own hands Wanda notices remnant wisps of red energy circling her hands. She did this. Immediately kneeling over Y/n she pressed her hand against the wound on Y/n’s head trying to stop the bleeding. Tears started to pour from her eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” her voice began to crack. “I’m sorry, please. Please don’t go. Don’t leave me. Not yet.” Someone not too far away was calling Wanda but she couldn’t bear to turn around. She just looked down at her blood-stained hands. Whoever is calling her is getting closer, maybe the world is right. Maybe she is something that needs to be contained.

The person calling her was right behind her now. “Wanda. Wanda?” As she turned around to see who it was she switched spots with Y/n. Except she wasn’t bleeding or on the floor. She was in bed, with Y/n sitting up staring at her concerned. She can feel Y/n resting a hand on her cheek wiping away a few tears.

“What was it this time?” Compared to the dream Y/n’s tone was softer, warmer, and more comforting. Trying to ground Wanda a little more Y/n began to move her hand from Wanda’s cheek grazing her arm before slipping her hand under Wanda’s shirt drawing shapes into her back with her fingertips.

Wanda sits up slightly running a hand through her hair. “We were arguing about me being overprotective of you.” Y/n looks down at Wanda’s hands as she begins playing with Y/n’s free hand avoiding any form of eye contact.

“Is that it? You were crying a lot this time. You don’t have to tell me anything of course. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Wanda bites the inside of her cheek worried what Y/n may think.

“When we were arguing you flinched probably thinking I was going to hit you. And I lashed out because of that. I lost control of my powers and hurt you.” Wanda’s eyes begin to well up with tears again as she lets go of Y/n’s hand examining her own in slight fear. “I think I killed you.”

“Hey, look at me.” Y/n tilts Wanda’s head up meeting her eyes before gently grabbing her hands and kissing them a few times. “It was just a nightmare. Nothing else. I know you would never hurt me. You are amazing in so many ways I can’t explain.”

“You don’t think I’m overprotective?” Y/n cracks a smile, “No. I think you’re protective of me the same way you are with anyone else on our team. Maybe just a little bit more than them if we’re in a really dangerous situation. But I don’t think you’re overprotective. And even if you were I would understand why. You’ve lost a lot of people you care about. I’d never argue with you over something you feel.”

Wanda lets out a deep breath finally starting to relax. Giving her a quick forehead kiss Y/n smiles, “So, did you want to watch a few episodes of a show or something?” Wanda raises an eyebrow at her. “Isn’t it late?” Y/n shrugs, “A little but I figured you might not want to go back to sleep yet.”

Wanda cracks a small grin looking at Y/n, “Well I don’t.” Y/n quickly gets out of bed brushing herself off, “Good. You start thinking of a show then while we raid the kitchen pantry.” As Wanda gets out of bed Y/n grabs onto her hand once more and she lets out a small, “I love you.” Y/n replies back in a soft whisper, “I love you too.”

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creative-caramel-coffee · 15 days

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Left Behind and Bleeding

Summary: you’ve been feeling forgotten all week when your period shows up you just want to curl up and hide. Will your girlfriends look after you this time?

TW: Angst, periods, being forgotten, anxiety, feeling left out, abandonment issues, self-doubt, mentions of drug use, teasing

Words: 1.2K

A/n: it’s that time of the month when I hit you with another period fic lol. Sorry it’s a bit short. Also … I may be projecting again … maybe hehe.

It had been a bad few days to say the least. To start off you had plans to hang out with Natasha, but she got given a last-minute mission, so you had to postpone. Which would have been fine on its own, but it seemed yo have sparked a pattern.

All week people had been cancelling on you, having some reason or another that seemed valid at the time but looking back made you overthink.

Wanda had some people she needed to visit, and you understood. But everyone seemed to be prioritising other things. Even your mother wasn’t answering your calls. Leading you to believe she was either dead or ignoring you.

On the fourth day of having nobody to hang out with in the usually very busy tower, you were getting fed up.

Your mind had been trying to spin a story that everyone simply didn’t like you. That they would rather hang out with other people and that you really didn’t have anyone in your corner.

Of course, you had been fighting the notion for days now, but it was getting harder to ignore as people continued to have bigger, better things to do without you.

Nat had gotten back from her mission and had immediately gone to do some training and after you caught her watching a movie with Clint. You had moped around your room all afternoon, feeling like you were a B-list avenger at best.

Your mind had convinced you that nobody cared and so you had spent the afternoon crying alone in your room.

When dinner came, it seemed everyone had returned. Something you had not been counting on, so your eyes were still red and puffy when Jarvis announced dinner.

In a panic you threw on some sunglasses in an attempt to keep the others from finding out.

Yet it had simply orchestrated a point of teasing for the whole meal. Everyone wanted to know why you were wearing them, but you kept your head down and tried to seem cheerful.

Sam was trying to convince people that you must have been high, while wanda could practically hear your loud thoughts from the other end of the table. Her and Nat exchanged expressions when you got up from the meal not even halfway through.

Feeling awful you almost cried when you got back to your room to discover your period had started.

Life seemed to be throwing more than a few curveballs at you, it was throwing the full field.

You stuck in a pad and threw on some warm pjs before crawling under the covers and letting a few tears fall while your breathing evened out.

Wanda had finished her dinner around the same time as Natasha had so, they had met up in the kitchen while washing their dishes.

“Wanda?” Nat asked from where she was drying her plate off.

“Yeah?” Wanda asked, her hands covered in suds.

Nat chewed her lip for a second before carefully selecting her words. “Was there … anyone off with Y/n these last few days?” Nat asked.

“I don’t know why?” Wanda said and Nat frowned.

“What do you mean ‘I don’t know’ werent you here?” Nat said.

“No? I told you I was visiting friends for a few days.” Wanda said.

“Oh my god.” Nat said feeling bad. “Did we both ditch her for a week?”

“No? I mean surely, she had the others to hang out with. Right?” Wanda said.

“Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling.

“Yes, Ms Romanoff what can I do for you?” The AI responded.

“Who in the past week has cancelled plans with Y/n?” Nat asked.

“In the past week I believe each of the avengers have been either ‘too busy’ or had ‘other plans’ to spend time with Ms L/n.” Jarvis said.

“Oh god.” Wanda said. “Jarvis? What has Y/n been doing this past week?”

“Ms L/n has spent most of her time in her room. Either sleeping or crying. She also has been avoiding everyone for the last half of the week.” Jarvis said and Wanda and Natasha’s hearts broke.

“We are the worst girlfriends ever.” Wanda said feeling awful.

“We should go check on her.” Nat agreed and the two of them headed for the lift.

When they stood outside your bedroom door Natasha hesitated for a second.

“What if she doesn’t want to see us?” Nat asked.

“Im sure she will, it’s Y/n. She may be sad but her hearts still twenty-four carat.” Wanda said and Nat nodded and knocked.

When no response came, she gently opened the door. Making out a Y/n shaped lump in the bed she entered and quietly walked over to your side.

Wanda took note of the chocolate wrappers on your bedside table and the hot water bottle you had cuddled up to.

You had seemingly used your powers to heat up the water-bottle and your brow was creased in pain.

“Nat?” Wanda said and Natasha nodded.

“I see.” She said.

Wanda sighed and slipped into bed behind you. Gently playing with your hair as Nat went to search for some pain medicine for you, knowing that you wouldn’t have taken any yet.

Wanda rubbed slow circles on your back and brushed a hand onto your cheek.

“Y/n baby, can you open your eyes for me my love?” Wanda asked softy. You let out a small whimper and Wanda’s heart melted.

“Wands?” You asked in a small voice.

“Yes, baby its me.” She said pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheekbone.

“Hurts.” You said softly and she nodded.

“Natty’s gone to get you some medicine.” Wanda said just as Natasha walked back in with some pills and a glass of water.

“Here you go my sweet girl.” Nat said as wanda helped sit you up, leaning into her side.

Nat passed you the medicine and you took it without protest, telling both girls just how bad you were really feeling.

“I’m sorry we weren’t here my love.” Nat said brushing a curl from your cheek.

“That’s ok. You had important things to do.” You mumbled into Wanda’s chest where you had buried your face.

“Baby girl, nothings more important than you.” Wanda said stroking your hair.

“Why don’t we put on a movie, and you can try and get some sleep ok?” Nat said gently and you nodded, shuffling over to make room for her on the bed.

Wanda used her magic to open the small mini fridge in the room and floated a pint of your favourite icecream and three spoons over.

“I got this for you before I left my love.” Wanda said with a smile passing you a spoon.

Natasha slipped in beside you and Wanda, passing you the remote you put on an episode of Parks and Recreation as you began to eat some icecream and cuddle.

After a few spoonfuls Nat stole the container, Afterall you have been making a mess. There was even icecream on your nose which wanda softly kissed away, making you giggle as you begun doze in the presence of your two amazing girlfriends.

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wandanatsgf · 2 months

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Why Won't You Love Me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 708

Summary: You can tell your relationship is falling apart, but maybe there's still some hope for it

“I’m sick of always fighting, Wanda,” you say into the phone. Wanda was currently away for yet another mission, leaving you alone in your apartment for the millionth time.

“If you would just listen to me for once we wouldn’t be fighting,” she retorts back.

You can feel your frustration and anger rising and you knew you needed to hang up before you said something you’d regret.

“Whatever Wanda,” you say. You quickly hang up and put your phone on airplane mode, not wanting to deal with this right now.

You knew yours and Wanda’s relationship was falling apart. You were constantly fighting and arguing, but you didn't want to let her go.

You glance down at your phone to check the time and you see Wanda’s face, your screensaver. You had just gotten home one day and you saw your girlfriend cooking in the kitchen. She was singing and dancing along to a Taylor Swift song. She looked so happy you just had to take a picture. It quickly became your favorite picture of her, even though she hated it.

“What are we doing?” you say to yourself. You can feel tears threatening to fall down your face. You love Wanda and you don’t want to lose her. You just can't take the loneliness anymore. She was always away and it ate you up inside.

You switch airplane mode off and your phone starts to blow up.

"Why did you hang up on me?" the first message reads.

"Call me back," another says.

"I'm on my way home," the latest message says.

You're not sure whether to feel relieved or anxious. You sit in a brown armchair in the living room until you hear the front door open an hour later.

"Hi," you hear Wanda say.

"Hi," you greet back. You can feel the tension in the air.

"We need to talk," you say.

"I'm listening."

"I love you Wanda, I really do, but I'm so sick of feeling alone all the time," you let out. You can feel hot tears fall down your cheeks, but you pay them no mind.

"What are you talking about? You're not alone," she says, gesturing to herself.

"But I am, Wanda. You're rarely ever here anymore."

"That's not true and you know it."

"Yes, it is Wanda and we both know it, no matter what you say, you know it's true."

"Oh please I'm always here."

You can feel many tears falling down your face, some from sadness and some from frustration. Wanda just doesn't see it.

"What more do you fucking want Y/n," she yells at you as she sees your tears.

“I just want you to fucking love me,” you scream out. “I wake up alone, I go to bed alone. You’re never here Wanda. You’re always busy with missions. Something’s always more important and I’m sick of being the only person in this relationship.” You can feel the tension and anxiety roll of your back at your outburst. It felt good to no longer bottling up your feelings.

Wanda is silent. She doesn't say anything as she wraps her arms around you and kisses your head. You can feel yourself breaking down in her arms.

"I'm so sorry dorogoya. I didn't realize," you can hear Wanda's voice start to shake.

"Please let me make this up to you." Wanda pulls away from you and takes your face in her hands. "Please detka," she begs. She pulls out her puppy dog eyes, which she knows you can't refuse.

"Alright but you have a lot of making up to do," you say.

"I'll take the whole week off and spend it just with you and we can do whatever you want ok."

"Ok Wanda," you say. You bring her in for a hug and just enjoy the feeling of her body against yours.

"Now let's go to bed, I'm exhausted from all of this," you say. You drag Wanda with you to bed and cuddle up against her.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you baby. I just...I didn't realize what I was doing until I realized how it was affecting you."

"I know you didn't Wanda. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere," you reassure her. You place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I love you Y/n and I'm gonna make this right."

A smile forms on your lips. "I love you too Wands."

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witchmaximoff · 3 months

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Unspoken Heart

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader (Platonic) Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Summary: Where Y/N grapples with unrequited feelings for her friend Wanda. Despite her love being unreciprocated, Y/N selflessly prioritizes Wanda's happiness, willing to make sacrifices to ensure her well-being.

Warnings: Unrequited love, friendzone, angst, death, no happy ending.

Word count: 1097

NOTE: This is my first time writing something so I wanted to try, but English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes. Please give me some feedback, it might encourage me to do more if you like it 🌹

Suddenly, the bell above the door chimes, and in walks Wanda Maximoff, her presence commanding attention even in a crowded room. Your heart skips a beat as she spots you and makes her way over, a warm smile gracing her lips.

You find yourself in the bustling city of New York, where the chaos of everyday life seems to fade away as you step into a quaint little cafe. Sitting alone at a table near the window, you watch the rain drizzle down outside, lost in your thoughts.

"Hey, Y/N," she greets you, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you. "Mind if I join you?" You nod eagerly, trying to contain the butterflies in your stomach as she settles in. The two of you have been friends for years, but lately, your feelings for Wanda have been anything but platonic.

As you chat about mundane things, you can't help but steal glances at her, admiring the way the soft light of the cafe accentuates her features. But deep down, you know that she only sees you as a friend, nothing more.

The conversation turns to deeper topics, and you find yourself opening up to Wanda about your hopes, your dreams, and your fears. She listens intently, her empathy and understanding washing over you like a warm embrace.

But as the night wears on and the cafe begins to empty out, a heavy silence settles between you. You can feel the weight of your unspoken words hanging in the air, the truth of your unrequited love threatening to spill out.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you gather your courage and speak up, your voice barely above a whisper. "Wanda, there's something I need to tell you..."

But before you can finish, Wanda reaches across the table and gently places her hand on yours, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Y/N," she says softly, her eyes searching yours, "I cherish our friendship more than anything. You mean the world to me."

Your heart sinks at her words, the sting of rejection cutting deep. You force a smile, masking the pain behind it as you nod, pretending that her friendship is enough.

But as you watch her leave the cafe, the rain still falling outside, you can't help but wonder what could have been if only she felt the same way.

As you step out into the rain-soaked streets, the cool droplets patter against your skin, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling within you. Each raindrop feels like a tiny reminder of the tears you've been holding back, the ache in your chest growing heavier with each step.

The neon lights of the city blur through the mist, casting an eerie glow on the pavement below as you walk aimlessly, lost in your thoughts. The sound of distant thunder echoes in the night, a somber symphony that matches the rhythm of your breaking heart.

You can't help but replay the conversation with Wanda over and over in your mind, each word a painful reminder of the unrequited love that weighs you down. The knowledge that she will never feel the same way gnaws at you, tearing at your soul with relentless persistence.

But as you trudge through the rain-soaked streets, you find solace in the solitude, the emptiness of the night offering a fleeting sense of comfort. You know that admitting your true feelings to Wanda would only lead to heartache, so you choose to keep them locked away, hidden beneath a facade of friendship.

Despite the ache in your chest and the loneliness that threatens to consume you, you cling to the hope that one day, you'll find peace in loving Wanda from afar. For now, all you can do is embrace the rain, letting it wash away the pain as you navigate the stormy seas of unrequited love.

The rain continues to fall, a silent witness to the unspoken heartache that lingers in the air, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices we make in the name of love.

After walking for a long time in the raining streets Y/N go back to the compound, as you enter your clothes clinging to your skin and your hair dripping with rainwater, you feel a sense of exhaustion wash over you. Despite the late hour and the weariness that weighs heavy on your shoulders, you can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at your gut.

Dragging yourself towards the kitchen, you hope to find some semblance of comfort in the familiar surroundings of the Avengers' home. But as you approach the entrance, your heart clenches painfully in your chest at the sight that greets you.

There, standing in the warm glow of the kitchen lights, is Wanda, her laughter ringing out like music in the stillness of the night. But it's not her laughter that catches your attention, it's the way she's leaning in close to Vision, their bodies almost touching as they engage in animated conversation.

A pang of jealousy shoots through you like a bolt of lightning, your breath catching in your throat as you watch them interact. The intimacy between them is palpable, a stark contrast to the platonic bond you share with Wanda, and it only serves to deepen the ache in your heart.

For a moment, you're frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding before you. Every word they exchange feels like a dagger to your heart, a painful reminder of the love that will forever be out of reach.

But as the reality of the situation sinks in, you realize that you can't bear to witness their closeness any longer. With a heavy sigh, you turn away, retreating into the shadows of the compound, your heart heavy with sorrow.

As you make your way to your room, the sound of their laughter echoing in your ears, you can't help but wonder if there will ever come a day when you can look at Wanda and Vision together without feeling the sting of your broken heart.

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As the Avengers embark on a mission, Y/N finds herself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of their unrequited love for Wanda weighs heavy on their heart, threatening to consume them with each passing second, minute and day.

As the chaos of battle unfolds, Y/N's heart races with a mixture of fear, hurt and desperation. Amidst the chaos of battle, Y/N's thoughts are a jumbled mess, her focus fractured by the relentless barrage of her own inner turmoil. She struggles to keep up with their teammates, her mind constantly drifting back to Wanda and the pain that her presence brings.

In a moment she watches in horror as Vision, the object of Wanda's affections, finds himself in mortal peril. Despite the agony of her rejected love for Wanda, a fierce determination takes hold of Y/N as she rushes to his aid.

Ignoring the danger that surrounds her, Y/N throws herself into the fray, determined to shield Vision from harm at any cost. With every blow she takes, her love for Wanda burns bright in her heart, driving her forward with an intensity she never knew she possessed.

But as the battle reaches its climax, Y/N finds herself facing down an enemy she cannot defeat. With a sense of grim resignation, she gets ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, knowing that it may be the only way to save Vision and the rest of the team.

In a moment of selfless bravery, Y/N throws herself in front of Vision, taking the full force of the enemy's attack. Pain courses through her body like fire, but amidst the agony, she feels a sense of peace knowing that she has protected the one Wanda loves most.

As Y/N lie on the ground, her strength fading with each passing moment, she hears Wanda's anguished cries as she rushes to Y/N's side. Tears blur your vision as you look up at her, your voice barely a whisper as you speak the words that have been weighing heavy on your heart.

"You love him, don't you?" you say, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I'll do everything to make you happy even if it means giving my life for the person you love, even if that person isn't me"

As Y/N lies in Wanda's arms, their strength waning with each passing moment, she can feel the weight of Wanda's guilt pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, she can see the torment etched on Wanda's face, the anguish in her eyes mirroring the turmoil of her soul.

"Why did you do this?" Wanda whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why would you sacrifice yourself for me, for him?"

Y/N's smile is bittersweet as she gaze up at Wanda, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the pain they have caused. "Because I love you," you reply softly, your words a whispered confession borne of a love that knows no bounds.

Wanda's breath catches in her throat at the sincerity in your voice, her heart breaking anew at the realization of the depth of their feelings. She cradles you closer to her chest, her fingers trembling as she brushes away the tears that stain your cheeks.

"But why?" she whispers, her voice choked with tears. "Why would you give up everything for someone who can never love you back?"

Your smile falters for a moment as you struggle to find the words to explain the unexplainable. But then, as you feel the physical pain of your sacrifice gnawing at your body, you feel the relief of your emotional pain fill your broken heart.

"Because," you whisper, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of chaos and despair. "Because for just a moment, I could be the hero you needed, even if it meant sacrificing everything I had."

And with those final words, Y/N's smile fades, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrender to the darkness that threatens to consume her. But even as she slips away, she feels a sense of peace, knowing that she has finally found release from the burden of the unrequited love that has haunted her for so long.

And as Wanda holds you close, her heart heavy with grief and regret, she knows that she will carry the weight of Y/N's sacrifice with her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the love that was given so freely, even in the face of impossible odds.

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wandavision #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #unrequited love #angst #angst with a sad ending #angst with no happy ending #wanda x vision #wanda maxmoff x female reader #marvel mcu #wanda mcu #wanda x y/n

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yelenabemylova · 3 months

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Memories - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

summary: an argument with your girlfriend leads to some memories resurfacing

warnings: angst with a happy(ish) ending, mentions of previous abusive relationships, throwing up

The sound of your bedroom door slamming shut as your girlfriend stormed out startled you out of your daze. You had been fighting with her before you zoned out, having flashbacks to previous relationships.

Wanda assumed you were choosing to ignore her, eventually leaving you alone with your terrifying thoughts.

It was your fault that the fight had started, it wasn't a big deal and you had made it one.

Voices echoed throughout your racing mind, abusive words from your exes that had ingrained themselves into your mind. You thought you were healed and past that, but clearly not.

Tears began to fall from your tired eyes, the days and nights of fighting not allowing you to get much rest. Your chest was tight and the eerie silence in your home allowed your thoughts to manifest and amplify.

Quickly, you ran to the bathroom and fell to your knees, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You continued to do so until you were dry heaving, the sensation painful and straining on your body.

Exhaustion overcame you as you curled up on the cold tiles, falling into a sleep just as nightmarish as when you were awake.

When Wanda returned home, she began to make dinner. Even though she was mad at you, she still cared about you. As time went on and the scent of your favourite dish didn't tempt you down the stairs, Wanda became slightly worried.

She went upstairs and knocked on your bedroom door, not receiving any response. Carefully, she walked in, everything was exactly the same as when she left, except you weren't frozen in the same spot as before.

After she had made the bed, she checked in the bathroom, initially shocked at the sight. “Malysh?” she immediately scooped you up into her arms, startling you awake and causing you to begin to throw up again.

Wanda gently held your hair back as you vomited bile over and over, the stress on your body causing you to become dizzy. Your girlfriend waited until you were done throwing up before carrying you to bed, placing a bucket next to you.

“I'm sorry detka,” she gently untangled your hair with her fingers. You shook your head, knowing you were in the wrong. “My fault,” you croaked out, your throat hoarse.

You began to cry again, hiding your face in your pillow. Wanda was the best thing to ever happen to you, yet still you constantly found yourself sabotaging your near perfect relationship.

Ashamed of your past, you decided to stay quiet for now and just admit defeat. You were terrified to fall asleep in fear of walking up alone after all you had done.

Wanda's lower lip began to tremble as you noticed her eyes glowing slightly red. She was looking into your mind at all the flashbacks and memories that were running through your mind at that moment.

“Malyshka,” her voice cracked, “I'm so sorry.” You shook your head, curling up in her lap. “I'm not going anywhere, moya lyubov,” she gently wiped the tears falling down your face with her thumbs, “I'm here to stay.”

#ybml writes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt comfort #marvel #avengers #wanda x reader #wandavision

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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Forever (1/2)

Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warning: here there be angst.

You never should’ve let Wanda go on that mission. But Clint insisted. He said the team needed the Scarlet Witch. Wanda agreed to it and left. How you wished you had stopped her.

You got a call from Clint right before you were supposed to pick up the boys. Wanda came back in critical condition.

You drove down to the hospital at speeds that surely would’ve gotten you pulled over if it weren’t for the fact that the cops recognized you as an Avenger.

You got to the hospital to find Pietro in the waiting room, he tried to stop you.

“Let me go, Piet”

“Wanda’s find it was a minor head injury but-“ he tried to say before you ran out of his arms and right to her room.

You threw the door open to find your wife, the mother of your two boys, bandaged and bruised. She looked back at you, a warm smile plastering her lips. You threw yourself to her bedside, crying your eyes out.

“I’m so sorry” you tried to say. “I should’ve tried to stop you a little harder. I’m just glad you’re alright.”

“Thank you” your wife looks at you in confusion, “who are you?”

The color drained from your face.

“Are you on the same team as Clint?” You barely heard your wife’s question. How could she not remember you?!

“Wanda it’s me” you tried to articulate

“Oh right…you’re one of my doctors, right?”

You could feel your vision blur. It was like your whole world came crashing down.

You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and steady you.

“Bratok, who is this?” Wanda asks Pietro.

“I’m…” you try to formulate. Pietro gives you a sad smile.

“Y/N’s is your detka, Wanda” Pietro tries to explain. “We’ll give you some rest.”

Pietro guides you out of the hospital room. You practically break down. Your brother in law explains it as total amnesia. Wanda couldn’t remember the last several years. Your courtship, your marriage, even the boys, all of it was erased in her mind.

Your phone buzzes with the caller id of your neighbor and friendly witch, Agatha. You answer to hear your little three year old son, Tommy.

“Poppa? Is Momma okay?” You can hear Billy on the phone with his brother.

You regain your composure, your boys need you to be strong for them, “mommas gonna be in the hospital a little longer pal, so she’s gonna need our love big time”

“Will she get better?” Billy asks.

“Y-Yes” you say as tears form in your eyes. Pietro gives you a strong brotherly hug.

“We are Maximoffs” you state through the phone to your sons, “and family is forever”

“Family forever” the twins state through the phone.

You’d find a way to help Wanda remember. No matter how long it might take.

To Be Continued…

Tags: @ma1egamer @lifespectator @aloneodi @deafeningsharkslimeempath @konstantin609 @holiday-house-of-m @family-house-of-m @scarletquake-n7

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sycamorelibrary754 · 5 months

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Guardian Angel Masterlist

Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.

Setting: This story takes place one year after the events of WandaVision, and assumes that the Multiverse of Madness did not occur.

Chapter List:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Discussion: All posts related to this story will be #GuardianAngel. Feel free to ask questions! I love this story.

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a-spes · 5 months

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A D E A D L Y W I S H - One-shot.

Words count - 5,5k.

Tags & Warnings - Wanda Maximoff x Reader, mentions of forms self-harm (burning, scratching), description of suicide (drowning), deaths (background characters), a lot of angst/hurt with a bit of comfort at the end, kinda a happy ending.

Summary - It comes a day when you are so desesperate that you threw a coin in the lake, wishing for a better life. At first, you thought it was stupid, but was it? If you've learned anything, it is to never take ancient magic lightly.

N/A - It is my first time writing for Wanda Maximoff, I really hope you'll appreciate it! don't hesitate to let me know and interact with the post ♥ ♥

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"Are you sure that you want to hear that story again?" she asked, smiling soflty at the girl, but she already knows the answer because, every night, you were demanding the same story.

And tonight was no different.

She chuckled as you nodded frantically, excited by the idea of hearing that legend again. Yet, she is almost sure you know this story by heart now, with the amount of time she read it to you, she would be surprised if you didn't.

Your mom doesn't appreciate it, you know it because she frowns every time she has to read it to you, always making comments that you are trying to ignore, pleading her to stick to the story that is told in the book.

"This story takes place a loong time ago. When grandpa and grandpa weren't even born, when the world was nothing like the one we know today. Some say that this legend is so ancient that it was told even before Humans discovered fire."

"It was a time when magic was known by people, it could be seen everywhere, it was truly amazing!"

"But very few were the chosen ones, the ones that were gifted with such a talent by nature, because not everyone could bear the weight of it. The nature choose the strongest human that were born, but it wasn't all about physical strenght, they also needed a great mind to be able to deal with the responsabilities that come with great powers."

"The rest of the story was twisted by the centuries, so we can't be sure of anything as there are several versions, but here is the one that runs in the family, the one that my own mother used to tell me when I was around your age."

"A long time ago, a girl was born that was gifted by nature. Her name was forgotten, but we now remember as the Scarlet Witch. Some say that she is called that way because of the color of her magic, stained by the blood of her numerous victims. It's said that she took so many lives that it would be impossible for a human being to count all of them."

"But she hasn't always been the Monster described by the legends. There was a time when she was just like any average little girl, when she was similar to you," she said, taking the opportunity to steal a laugh by booping your nose. "The only difference was the magic within her. She was bright, handling this gift to perfection."

"Yet, for some people perfection isn't enough, and the little girl - that was now a teenager - was one of them. She decided that she wanted more than what the society would allow, that she wanted to fully embrace the power she was gifted. Those rules she learned as a child, the Witches Code, and all these ceremonies only fed her desire for power as they made her feel trapped. She knew she could do great things, way more important than helping the villagers with their trivial problems."

"She wanted to believe that her destiny had more important things in store for her than what they wanted her to believe. She was certain that her name would be remembered for a long time to come, and she definitely won't let a few random men, frihtened by the talent she had been given, prevent her from fulfilling her destiny. If this powers were given to her, it was for a reason."

"But nature isn't excempt from mistakes."

"She was prepared to do anything to achieve her goals. She has taken hold of the weakest minds, convincing them to bring her the powers of the other witches in exhange of a favor. She tricked those who were seeking for her help into believing she would grant their wishes."

"Yet, she never lied and always fulfilled her promises, just not the way they were expecting her to. The Scarlet Witch was wise, she knew how to twist the words so they could mean exactly what she wanted them to. She played with the words and the despair of the Humans, all ended up begging for their deaths, filled with feelings of guilt and regrets they couldn't live with."

"Soon enough, she was the only living witch, also being the only one whose name and story lived throught the centuries."

"What happened next?" you asked, following your mother's silence. She never liked this part of the story, the one that tells the downfall of the Scarlet Witch, she used to say it wasn't appropriate for a young girl like you to hear about the atrocities the enraged villagers inflicted on the witch.

You used to sneak up in the living room when she was asleep, just so you could get the book and leaf through its pages to take a look at the illustrations she never let you see. If those were already horrible to look at, you don't even want to imagine how bad the reality could've been, probably worse than what's depicted in your child book.

If they couldn't attack her directly, because of how powerful she was, they could still take her most precious possession: her family. So you saw how they burned her home and family, how they took everything from her because of their anger, seeking to inflict a punishment equal to the harm she had caused them. After all, it was just fair that they took from her the same thing she had taken from them.

"It wasn't long before it became a quest of blood and revenge," you could read on the pages.

It only made it worse and, this time, the village didn't survive her wrath, the last picture in your book being a representation of the village, completely destoyed and empty of any presence except for a female figure. She was depicted from behind and seemed to observe this spectacle. She has red hair that flutters in the wind and a red aura that matches the colour of the dress around her: the colour of blood and death.

"After that day, she wasn't seen anymore," your mom would continue to read after skipping the few disturbing pages of the book, "some say that she died, but this is unlikely, she gathered so much power that she could easily defeat the human condition."

"She propably cut herself from the Human world, waiting for the day she could be needed again, when she could get another revenge over the ones that took everything from her because eradicating them wasn't enough for the witch - and it'll never be, nothing could ever make it up for the loss of the ones she loved. The legends say that she retired in what is now called the Ancient Forest, which would explain why the wildlife, even the flora, is so hostile to humans."

"However, even if she hasn't been seen for decades now, her story is still told by every parent to their kids, the mere mention of her name being enough to instill fear in people's minds."

"This story is a lesson for everyone, both those who use magic and those who ask for its help: there is always a price to pay," she added before falling silent. The story finishes here, you never got to know what the Scarlet Witch became, it's left to your imagination.

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Everyone knows better than wandering near the Ancient Forest. This place is the scene of many strange events and legends that give nightmares to the children, but you've never believed in these.

The past decades, only two kinds of people have ventured into the forest: the most courageous soldiers the village has ever known and the stupidest ones. If you certainly don't belong to the first category, you don't feel like you are part of the second, so maybe there is a third type of person that is going here: the ones in despair.

They are the ones that have nothing to lose, the ones that see they're last hope in that forest, the ones that think that, maybe, if none of the humans that ever went to the forest came back, it's because they found a better life, wherever they are now.

And it is exaclty what you are. Not a brave soul, not a silly mind, just a desesperate human.

In the end, it doesn't matter what category you belong to, because once you've stepped into the forest, you are just as everyone who did it before. She doesn't care about your motivations or story, she reserves the same fate for everyone who dares to enter her domain.

No one knows what exactly happened to those who went here, no one was ever able to come back to tell their story, but many rumours are whispered among the inhabitants. Some think that they are dead, it is the easiest explanation because it doesn't involve searching for those who have lost their way in the forest - which no one wants to do. So very few are the ones who maintain the hope that they are still alive and will, one day, be able to find their path back to the village.

It never happened and the ones that got lost were never seen again, dead or alive.

For decades, it was assumed that this rule couldn't be broken. The centuries had failed to attenuate the witch's rage and each generation of villagers has learned to stay away from it, passing on this use to their children - and so on. Thus, when you walked into the forest for the first time, by the age of ten, no one would've expected you to emerge from it a few hours later as if nothing happened, not expecting a little girl to be the one to break the curse.

You were the only exception to a rule that everyone thought immutable.

By the time, you've lost count of how many times you've visited the Ancient Forest. It slowly became your realm, where you go whenever you want to be alone for a while, knowing that no one would dare to drag you out of here. You weren't ten years old anymore, nor the kid you were the first time you stepped in the forest, oblivious of its dangers and distracted by the flowers she was picking up that just got the luck to get out of here safe.

No, now, when you enter the Ancient Forest, you know exactly where to go.

It may be strange to some that you never got lost. Even in the darkness of the night, when all the trees were looking the same and you couldn't even see the stars because of their leaves, when you would get off the beaten tracks with no idea of where you were going, you have always found yourself exactly where you needed and never struggled to find your way back to the village.

There was something, like a voice in your head, that was whispering to your heart the right moment to turn or, on the contrary, when you shouldn't go somewhere, filling your soul with fears, but always to guide your steps through this hostile environment. Even if you've never been attacked by any wild beast, you know there are many because you saw them in the past - but they never tried to get close to you, they seem to be afraid of something.

This forest was your realm more than theirs.

This simple thought was enough to fill your heart with pride, giving you the feeling that you eventually found your place. You've not felt that way since your childhood, desesperatly looking forward to the day you would eventually stop feeling like a stranger in your own village.

Nature chooses you, after all these years.

They say that you're carrying her mark and that is why you can go in the forest as you want, but it's just another story they made up to explain the things they can't understand in any other way. You believe that the mark they are talking about is nothing more than a birthmark and that, given the circumstances, their minds created stories around it - you are almost sure the mention of a mark on witches' skin was only a thing after they saw yours.

You are convinced they made it similar to the one on the back of your neck on purpose, describing exactly the circle they saw on your skin. It looks like a sun, except for the rays that are crossing the circle instead of being on the outside. In the legends, the mark is scarlet as a symbol for the devil living inside the witches' hearts, but yours isn't.

How convenient was it that there were no witches left to verify this fact?

The rumors were quick to spread among the inhabitants and, soon enough, you became the Beast. No one wanted to interact with you anymore, they barely dared to glance at you, scared that an action as simple as this one could lead to a horrible fate for them and their family. They hoped you would go away on your own, that you would understand that you weren't desired here, but to go where? You had no family, the closest town was miles away, a journey of several weeks, maybe months, that you couldn't start alone.

You've tried to get rid of the mark, but you just couldn't. It was on your skin, a part of you that you couldn't part with despite your desesperate attempts. At first, you hid it and tried to cover the symbol with your hair and clothes but, when it wasn't enough anymore for you to forget it was here, you tried to scratch and to burn it, but it didn't make any difference - except for the pain you experienced at the back of your neck.

Maybe if it wasn't here, they would forgive you for your sins.

Even if they decided to not throw you away because you were a child and had a few of the elders by your side, they still made you pay for what they believed to be your mistakes or to prevent the ones they were sure you would do when you grow up. They believed that you would follow the steps of the one who marks you’re carrying, destined to become like the Scarlet Witch.

So you decided to run away where no one would come to harass you, the only place where you know they wouldn't dare to go because they weren't courageous enough to defy this forest and the monsters living in its legends.

This time, you found yourself on rocks, overlooking a lake by a few meters. You've never seen this part of the forest before and it was probably the most beautiful place you were allowed to be in your life. It was late, so the only light was coming from the moon, dimmed by the clouds that were covering the sky. Further down, you could observe how the water is brushing against the shore in small waves caused by a light wind, the same that keeps bringing your hair in front of your eyes.

The landscape had something sinister, but yet you found it comfortable, wishing you could stay here forever.

For a second, some darkest thoughts infiltrate your mind, whispering to you that peace was only a few steps away. As you are standing at the edge of the rocks, you can't help but imagine what would happen if you jumped. You imagine your body colliding brutally with the cold surface of the water, stealing your last breath. You could almost fill how the water would fill your lungs until it has replaced the air inside, making your struggle vain.

You wouldn't really try to get out of here anyway. Even if the lake is calm tonight, you would drown into some of your own thoughts. The way you are trying to get to the surface is all an act, your arms and legs moving just so you could trick yourself, saying that you did everything you could when it was a lie. You wouldn't try at all, being relieved the moment your eyes would close.

But when you open them, you aren't greeted by pitch black, but the same landscape as when you closed them. Before you could listen to the voices in your head, you decide to take a few steps back from the edge - this night wouldn't be the one of your death.

You are not sure where the confidence is from, but you are certain that your time has not yet come.

As you slip your hand into your pocket, your fingertips touch something cold. It is a small object that is rolling between your fingers and you were sure it was never here in the first place. When you get it out, you can't help but frown as you're observing the penny because it doesn't look like the ones you are used to see. This one has a strange crown engraved on the first side and, on the other, a symbol you are unfortunately familiar with.

It is the mark, the same as the one at the back of your neck.

You don't really know what to think about it, brushing the symbol with your thumb while you're losing yourself in your thoughts. You are not afraid by this discovery, it is something closer to curiousity that you're feeling.

Eventually, you remember some details about the Scarlet Witch's story. As you are playing with the penny, you think about how people used to ask the witch to grant their wishes by tossing a coin in a lake or a fountain. You wrap your hand around the object, hesitating for a moment.

"I wish..," you whispered, taking a few seconds to think about what you really want, "... that I could find my place in this world, if I have any. I wish they would stop treating me like I am not one of them. I am tired of being alone and... so weak," you eventually said.

At this point, your voice wasn't just a murmur anymore, you yelled the last words, hoping someone would hear your distress but, once you're done, you are just greeted by the deep silence of the forest and your loneliness. You laugh as you realize how stupid it was, tossing the coin as far as you can, using all the rage you are feeling at the time. It hits the surface of the water, disturbing it for a moment before it becomes calm again. The minutes pass and it's as if nothing had happened.

You are laughing as you are thinking about how stupid you've been to expect anything to happen, like a child who still believes that tales are real. Soon, your laughter turns into tears which run down your cheeks, they are carrying your pain and despair, the one of not having a better life.

As you are easily finding your way back to your house, you could feel the stares of the villagers on your back. Your journey is accompanied by their murmurs and you don't need to hear their words to guess what they are whispering to each other, sometimes being ignorant is the best. Every time you step out of the forest, you could read the disapointement mixted with the fear on their faces.

You now understand why your mother didn't like that story, it was twisted and unfair, and you stopped liking it when it became too close to your reality.

Tonight, you can't sleep properly. For seemingly endless hours, you toss and turn, your eyes closing only so your mind could trap you in horrifying nightmares. So, when a voice whispers a few words in your ear, you are unable to say if it's a part of reality or just another trick of your mind, the line between the two being too blurred. On the corner of the room, you catch the movement in the shadows. It was so furtive that you weren't sure you actually saw it until the shape detaches itself from the gloom.

At the end of your bed, a montionless figure is observing you. You can't see their face, but you can make out its outline thanks to the moonlight filtering through the open window. This being is envelopped in a red glow that is even more intense around their eyes and hands, where it seems to be concentrated. You don't dare to move, petrified by the power that emanates from your guest, not needing to see their face or to know their name to feel this overwhelming aura that lets you know you'd better be careful around them.

Yet, strangely, you don't feel worried, no fear grips your heart, no questions trouble your mind, it's almost as if this lad'ys presence makes sense, that you've been waiting for her all your life and the universe has eventually decided to put her in your path.

"I could help you, if you'd let me," she whispered, unclasping her fingers to hold on one of her hands, expecting you to take it.

"You could?" you asked, and she just nodded, which resulted in a sad laugh from you, "and how's that?" you added, your words sounding drier than it did in your mind, for a second, you regret it, scared it would make her angry.

"I can't tell you that," she murmured after a few seconds of silence, "you just need to trust me, but would you? How hard do you want your wish to be granted?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. She didn't take her eyes off you for a moment since you started talking.

You hesitate, but not for long because you are eventually nodding. You have the feeling that you can't lie to the woman anyway, you are sure that she can read in your body and mind your lies and you want your wish to be granted more than anything else. You decided to trust her the day you threw that coin in the lake, sharing your secrets with her, begging for her help.

And, if for a second you thought about refusing the hand she was holding to you, you don't. It is impossible to deny the woman when your soul is drawn to her, your body almost moving on its own to shake her hand. At this time, you already know that there is no turning back, that you sealed an unspoken deal of which you don't know the conditions but that will have a great influence on your life.

Your destiny was sealed the moment your fingers entwined with hers, the moment you pronounced the name that was on the tip of your lips the whole time: hers.

"Scarlet Witch...," you whispered, and she smiled. It was strangely soft, it contastred with the atmosphere of the room. If she was impressive, she did not appeared as mischevious.

That is when you find yourself surrounded by a white glow similar to the witch's. You have the feeling that the pressure she is exerting on your hand became stronger, her fingernails digging into your skin, almost leaving marks, only to prevent you from pulling away from her grasp. Your heart is racing and you are struggling to breathe as anxiety is taking over you - but it is too late to have regrets because you are already feeling your consciousness slipping away.

"I know it can be scary, but I promise it'll be okay, love," she mumured as you were struggling to keep control over your mind. She slowly raised her hand to stroke your hair behind your ear, the same way a mother would with her child, "don't try to fight it, let it go...," she added, convincing you to do so.

There is an unknown force trying to get in control of your soul, and you don't have the strenght to drive it out. It only lasted a few seconds before a sharp pain twists your head, spreading in the rest of your body and getting you on your knees. The white aura around you turns the same colour as the witch’s and the scarlet glow darkens your vision.

For one night, she accepted to share her magic with you, to lend you her strenght.

When you slowly get your mind back, it takes you a few seconds before being aware of your surroundings again. The first sense to come back to you is touch; as you could feel the heat that is licking your face, but it is only when you hear some muffled screams that you open your eyes, brutally brought back to reality.

Everything is burning.

You were standing in the middle of the main street of your village but you couldn’t recognize anything. You protect your face with one of your sleeves, the smoke-laden air starting to make you cough and sting your eyes. In the chaos, you could barely see anything.

The worst was probably the silence that came next, when no one could scream anymore, when the beginnings and excuses turned into unintelligible sentences before shutting up completely. The last prayers were said, but they were useless: no one is left alive, except you, as a spectator of this scene.

Not as a spectator, but as the culprit.

You are suddenly running through the village, praying to all the gods you have never believed in so that it is not too late and there is at least one person you could save. You don’t even think about it twice, your legs moving on their own to the first house that is still standing, pushing you inside despite the fire to seek for any form of life.

But there is nothing left.

Inside, you can’t find a soul or a piece of furniture, just destruction. You barely have time to glance around anyway because you are pulled out of the building by a firm grip on your arm. For a second, you are relieved at the thought of another soul still being alive, but it is short-lived as you realize it is the Scarlet Witch.

"What were you thinking?" she yelled while dragging you out of the burning house so strongly that you are almost tripping on your own feet. "I certainly didn't do all of that for nothing,” she added, glaring at you and you knew you made a mistake.

Contrary to what you may think, your death is the last thing she wants. She waited so many years to be awakened by one of her peers, she won’t let you go that easily. When she eventually lets you go, it is accompanied by a heavy sigh that carries every of her thoughts; how can one be so dumb? She definitely wasn’t expecting you to run in the fire while she was making sure everything was going as she planned, she only left you for a minute but she now regrets it deeply.

But if her face shows concern, yours is pure hatred as you slowly understand what happened despite the lack of memories.

It is her fault.

Tears start to uncontrollably run down your cheeks but you are barely feeling them, the only thing in your mind being the sick feeling that is growing inside of your chest as the realization of what happened dawns on you. There is nothing you can do except watching the consequences of your own mistakes, the result of your naivety.

“What did you do?” you yelled, suddenly turning around to face the woman, getting out of her grisp with agressivity. She raised an eyebrow, surprised by your reaction and the tone you are using, but she is not amused at all - you are on thin ice and must be careful about what you are going to say next.

“Me?” she scoffed, as if what you just said was nothing but a joke, “I did nothing my dear, you are the one that did it all,” she added in what you could describe as a condescending voice.

“But I-,” you immediately said, trying to protest, but she doesn’t even let you enough time to say a word before she cuts you off, not having the patience to deal with that kind of shit tonight - it was a long day.

“Isn’t it what you wished for?” she asked back.

“Of course not!” you yelled, crying, shaking, “that’s never what I wanted!” you added, but as you are talking you realize that it is exactly what you asked for, just not the way you wanted it to be done.

How are you supposed to find the peace you were seeking for now?

You are not feeling at all the relief she promised to you, only guilt and disgust, and you know that feeling is going to eat you from the inside for the rest of your life. You wanted to be better than them, that’s what you tried to do your whole life by ignoring their insults, you’ve never replied to their provocations, waiting patiently for the day you would prove them that they were wrong.

But you just showed them how right they were all that time.

Some of them were innocent, you heard the cries of children that will never get a chance to live, the ones of the elders that gave you a bit of help, the ones of the people that smiled at you on the sly, but it is all gone now.

“Oh,” she frowned, her tone being like it was just a mistake without any importance and it gives you the urge to slap the woman, but you don’t do anything. “Then I guess you should’ve been more precise,” she added, shrugging.

That’s a first lesson she knows you’ll remember for the rest of your life: always be careful with ancient magic, it is not some sort of game.

She knows it is not easy, but she also knows it is needed. As she sees the tears in your eyes, she feels the urge to take you in her arms to comfort you, to tell you that everything will be fine, but she can’t.

She can’t lie.

The future that is now yours won’t be sweet, the ones born with that mark have never meant to live a great life.

When she looks at you, she is filled with a feeling she hasn’t felt for decades: pity. When she was born in a witches’ society, you grew up in a humans’ one. As her eyes wandered around the destroyed village, she sighs, knowing she is about to do something she promised herself to never do, but she can’t leave you there.

In that instant, you seemed to be so fragile, your whole body shaking, not even having enough strength to stand up, and it reminded her of the person she was a long time ago, when she was just as young as you are. Maybe if she had someone to guide her through that she wouldn’t have ended up with the name she knew for now, maybe she could spare you the mistakes she made, the ones that condemned her to a life of errand and loneliness.

Or maybe it will only cause chaos and destruction, no one can know.

“Come,” she eventually said, holding out her hand to you so you could take it, “it’s time to go home,” she added, her tone being gentle compared to the one she used earlier, when she dragged you away from the fire.

“Where?” you asked back, “where?! My home is completely destroyed because of me, of you, I have nowhere to go!” you screamed, standing up just to shout at the woman, making big movements with your hands.

The witch flinched, she wasn’t expecting you to talk to her that way but she didn't say anything, trying to be understanding. She takes a few steps closer until she is close enough to wrap your hands in hers.

“That wasn't your home,” she said, “let me show what a home really is, let me guide you,” she added, she was practically begging.

And, despite everything that happened that day, you decided to trust the woman a second time, to take her hand again, to follow her home, and you don’t need to know where it is, as long as you are far from the village. You are convinced that everything will be fine by her side, her hand in yours is making all the negative emotions disappeared for an instant.

After all, she is the one you have waited for your whole life.

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The Babysitter (18)

I Love You

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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I Love You

Your heart shatters as you walk in the heavy downpour, the rain mixing with the tears streaming down your face as block out everything around you. The sound of rain thrashing against the concrete, the engines of cars, and the laughter of people in surrounding buildings all fade into the background, the noises fuzzy while your mind reels.

Completely losing yourself to the torment of your own thoughts, you miss how your name is desperately called out and how Wanda's steps quickly approach when she runs after you, only noticing when her arm reaches out to stop you.

"Y/n," she whispers, voice raw with emotion and eyes brimming with tears. You still due to her hold on you and turn slowly to look at her, taking in her features through watery eyes while letting her hands move to cup your face. "Detka," she murmurs, her own heart shattering at the sight of you so destroyed at what happened.

You don't say anything, another tear spilling from your eyes as you look into her pained ones.

"It's not what you think," she says, pushing back some of the wet hair that's fallen in front of her face.

"He kissed you," you mutter, the whole interaction replays in your mind while you try to focus on what else happened besides the kiss as it was distorting the way you remembered the interaction. All you could remember though was his hands cupping her cheeks, his lips pressed against hers, causing your heart to break a little more and insecurities to build inside you.

"Exactly, he kissed me," she emphasises, your mind now remembering how her arms moved to his chest to push him off, not returning the kiss at all, "I didn't want to kiss him."

You remain quiet, letting the rain continue its onslaught on you both while you stand on the pavement. You think about Melina's words, trying your absolute best to consider Wanda's side of it, trying to look at it from her perspective and not be rash but all that happens is you remember her hesitance.

"You hesitated." Her brows furrow at your words, the confusion and insecurity that's surfaced in your eyes replacing the hurt. "Why did you hesitate?" When she struggles to respond, you let out a sigh, lowering your head and avoiding her gaze. "You considered it, didn't you?" the tone of your voice almost pleads her to prove you wrong, prove that she didn't consider getting back with him.

"No," she says, her voice laced with honesty and desperation to show you that she didn't. "I hesitated because... all I could think about was the man I fell in love with all those years ago." Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet her own, astonished by the amount of emotion swirling in her eyes. "All I could think about was how much he changed, how much I hated him now."

Her hands are still cupping your cheeks, her thumbs wiping the rain and tears off your cheeks as you both stay locked in the moment. You simply both gaze into each other's eyes, losing yourself in her eyes like you always do before breaking the intimate stare.

"He still loves you," You say more out loud to yourself then her, his words causing doubt to stir inside you. He could provide for her better. He's the more stable option. He's the twins' father-

"I don't love him," she murmurs, stepping closer to you and letting her fingers softly brush your soaking hair out of your face. "I don't want him," she whispers, her eyes staring into your own with nothing but love and tenderness. "I want you Y/n. I love you."

Your heart splits into two at her words, part of you revelling with joy because she loves you, but the other half breaks once more as insecurities and doubts gnaw painfully at you. Your mothers words ring around inside your head, Vision's subtle little smirk after kissing Wanda, the pain and grief of the last time you heard those words joining the vile words of your mother.

Noticing the conflict on your face, seeing that disheartened and insecure look in your eyes, Wanda brings you out of the spiral of thoughts, sensing the things your mother had said were making you feel like you were unworthy of her love.

How could someone ever love you?

It won't last, you know?

Do you really think anyone will love you after what you did?

"It's true," she murmurs softly, caressing your cheeks and offering a comforting smile, trying to get you to think like yourself. The thoughts fade away at her soft tone, that gentle tone that causes warmth to take over your chest and calm you down.

"I love you, Y/n. You're all I want. All I could ever want."

The negative and insecure thoughts continue to drift away, your mind now able to comprehend what she's actually saying: she loves you. The revelation makes a small smile break out on your face, her immediately noticing the shift in mood.

"There's my Detka," she murmurs, your hands going to hover at her waist as she leans forwards so she can press her forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, an apologetic tone lacing your words. "I'm sorry I freaked out-"

"Shh," she gently whispers, hushing your apology, "You don't need to apologise Detka." Her head moves so that her lips can press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, lingering at the wet skin before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"I..." You trail off, wanting to say the three words back to her but your throat closing up, the anxiety around the words stopping you. As always, she notices and understands you're not ready, pressing another soft kiss on your cheek before moving to ghost her lips over yours.

"You don't have to say it if you're not ready," she murmurs and her just being so, so perfect, makes you want to say it even though you can't.

"You're everything I want and more," you whisper with a raw tone, trying to convey the love you feel for her in your gaze and words. "You own my heart, Wanda, and because of you, I don't have to make an effort to be happy again. You're my everything."

Wasting no time, her lips crash to yours and the whole world seems to stop. All you can feel is the way her lips meet your own, the way her hands are cupping your cheeks, her body pressing up against yours. It's her, it's all her and that's all you want.

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Your back hits the door as her body pushes you up against it, the contrast between her warm home and the bitter wind and rain causing a pleasant feeling to flow through you as you heat up a little.

Your whole body soon feels like it's on fire though when her lips press to your own again, her tongue dominantly sliding into your mouth and taking control. Her hands move to your soaked hair, pushing the wet strands back as they fall between your faces while your mouths crash back together.

She steals your breath away, both literally and figuratively as her lips are relentless and that sultry look in her eyes short cuts your brain. The look of pure desire and want causes an unbearable heat to build between your thighs as her body presses further against you, leg slotting between your legs.

A small moan leaves you at the action, your head lolling back while you pant for breath. The older woman takes this as an opportunity to mark your neck once more, letting her teeth scrape down the sensitive skin, which causes a shiver to run down your spine, before littering it in hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Please," you whimper as your hands helplessly hold onto her waist, the submissive tone of your voice not going unnoticed by her.

"Please what?" she teases with a low tone, pulling away from your neck to admire your dishevelled state. Her eyes scan over your own, watching the way they somehow darken even more before glancing down to your lips, admiring the way your tongue subconsciously wets them. "You have to use your words Detka."

Her lips ghost yours, waiting eagerly for your response but you're rendered speechless by her, too consumed by your arousal to voice what you want.

"Wanda, please," you whisper once more, the desperate look enough to make her take mercy on you. Her hands guide yours to her blouse, helping you unbutton it before shrugging the item off, leaving her in a white lace bra. "Fuck," the word spills from your lips in an enamoured tone, your mind unable to comprehend how someone can be this beautiful.

As your lingering look comes to an end, she pulls away, hooking a finger in the belt loop of your jeans to pull you with her until her back reaches the wall near the stairs. Her hands roam your body while yours do the same to hers, confidence building in you at every little sensual sigh and low moan.

"Fuck Detka," she groans when you suck on the juncture of her neck, her fingers tangled in your locks as you mark her neck. She tugs your head back and manoeuvres so she can walk up the stairs while keeping you close.

It's as if the world would end if you stopped touching each other, the contact necessary to live as the two of you refused to part on the way to her room. You lost track of how many times you pinned each other to a nearby wall, unable to control yourselves as you passionately pour all your emotions into every kiss.

Eventually, you make it to her room, her body swiftly straddling your lap as her hands drift down your body, pulling on the bottom of your shirt.

"Is this ok?" she murmurs, her tone soft and gentle contrasting the hungry and rough kisses.

"Yes," you sigh out, voice laced with neediness as you look up into her enticing eyes. "I need you, please," the way you look at her indicates what you want, the older woman's gaze softening when she sees how much you desire her touch.

"Tell me to stop and I will," she whispers against your lips, pushing you back so you're laid on the mattress with her soft body on top. You move your arms so she can easily pull your shirt over your head, her eyes drifting down your body while she bites her lower lip. "You're beautiful Dekta," she husks out against your lips, pressing her mouth to yours briefly before letting her kisses trail down your jaw and neck. You blush at her words and the way she takes in your body, breath hitching when her kisses travel lower to your collarbone.

Her hands glide up your body, feeling all the soft skin under her fingertips and enjoying the way your muscles twitch under her touch, moving them until they reach around your back to unclasp your bra. Her eyes ask the silent question causing you to nod, her fingers swiftly taking the item off.

"Oh fuck," you moan out, hands shooting out to grasp at her hair when her tongue licks down the valley between your breasts, pressing sensual kisses around your nipple before casting her gaze up, holding the eye contact, and taking your breast into her mouth. A lewd noise is ripped from the back of your throat at the way her tongue swirls around your sensitive skin, her hand moving to your neglected breast and giving it attention.

Your fingers thread properly into her locks, the soft hair heavenly to touch as her mouth works wonders on you, moving to the other breast and letting her fingers pinch and pull your now wet nipple to make you groan beneath her.

When she pulls back, a string of saliva is attached from her mouth to your chest making you curse at how hot she looks peering up at you with that dominant and seductive look. Her thumb moves to her lips to remove it, the action fuelling your arousal as she smirks at the way your breath hitches at her movements, deciding to torment you a little more. Her face returns to yours, lips pressing against yours for a bruising kiss before pulling back and moving to whisper in the shell of your ear,

"Remember what I said to you on our first night," her tone is sultry while her teeth nibble gently on your ear lobe, a small hum escaping you as that's all you can manage in response. "I said I was going to ruin you Detka, and I will," she chuckles at the way you moan at her words, her index finger moving to the base of your neck so she can drag it teasingly down your body. Her nail scrapes softly at your skin, travelling down your desperate body, between your breasts, over your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your jeans, slipping a finger under briefly before taking it out as she gauges your reaction.

"Please," you whimper, eyes pleading her to finally touch you. "Please, I need you so bad, Wanda please," you beg and her lips silence you, a moan being muffled by her mouth.

"Hush Detka," she coos a little condescendingly and you're embarrassed at how much that turns you on, "I've got you, I'll take care of you." Effortlessly, her hands unfasten your jeans and slide them down your legs, you helping completely rid the item and watching as her fingers glide over the expanse of your thighs.

The green in her eyes has completely disappeared, replaced by hunger and desire as she takes in your needy form panting in anticipation while her fingers inch closer and closer to your dripping core.

A moan spills from your lips as your head lolls back when her fingers finally meet your soaked panties, hips pathetically bucking at the small action. She smirks at your reaction, letting her fingers slowly circle your clit through the fabric, gradually building the pleasure inside you. As she persists with her deliberately slow pace, your hips move against her hand, grinding unabashedly as you crave to feel her doing more.

"So needy, so desperate," she mutters against your lips, claiming them while she removes the drenched fabric from your body, your heart beating wildly in your chest. "So wet," she purrs when her fingers slide through your folds, your arousal coating her digits. A sinful noise escapes you at the feeling of her circling your clit, pleasure taking over all your senses, hands moving to clutch desperately at the sheets by your side.

"Wanda," you sigh out when her fingers move lower, a moan leaving her lips at the way you say her name. You're about to say her name again but it's interrupted by a broken moan when she slides a finger inside you and slowly starts to thrust it inside you.

"That's it baby," she praises, knowing how much you liked it last time, "Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." You moan once again when she adds another finger, pumping both long, slender digits inside you and curling them beautifully inside you. Her leisurely pace soon vanishes when she seems to struggle holding back, teasing herself as well as you at how slow she was fingering you.

"Fuck!" you scream, her mouth claiming yours to muffle the noises she rips from the back of your throat as her fingers speed up, fucking you at a merciless pace. Her thumb moves to circle your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as your hips grind frantically against her hand.

Her free hand moves to interlock with yours, placing it near your head and squeezing it encouragingly as your orgasm approaches quickly, her mouth parting from yours to whisper soft words.

"I've got you Detka, you can let go," you whimper in response, your legs trembling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. "Come for me," at her command, you crash head first into your orgasm, a string of moans spilling from your lips while you ride out your powerful release. She presses soft kisses over your face as you come down from your high, tilting your head to catch her lips for a passionate kiss.

"That was..." you sigh out, too blissed out to describe to her the way she sent you all the way to heaven.

"Amazing? Fantastic? The best you've ever had?" she mutters playfully, a chuckle escaping you as she knows it's the first time and therefore the best.

"Don't get too smug," you say, smiling up at her. Her lips tug upwards as she mirrors your content expression while you try and regain your composure.

"Can you do one more?" she asks while letting her teeth bite down on her lower lip, becoming irresistible. Your eyebrows raise at her question, body craving to feel her once again so you nod, letting her take a hold of your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Swiftly, she removes her remaining clothes, her true beauty on show as she straddles your lap completely bare. It was as if Aphrodite crafted her body, sculpting it to perfection.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she murmurs against your lips, your hands travelling down her body to where she guides you to. She lets you slide a finger through her folds, groaning into the kiss at feeling wet she is, how wet she is because of you. "You drive me insane," she moans out, your finger delicately circling her clit before her hand stops you, a confused expression taking over your face. "I want to try something," she explains, a smirk tugging at her lips as you watch her get into position.

A guttural moan escapes you when her dripping core meets your own, grinding down gently to cause pleasure to consume your body. Her hands brace themselves above your head, interlocking your fingers as she grinds down against you unabashedly.

"Y/n," she moans out near the shell of your ear, a pitiful noise escaping you at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. The sensation of her clit brushing yours, the small sighs being released next to your ear and the fact you just orgasmed causes your next one to rapidly build. Your fingers tighten the grip on Wanda's, your hips bucking up in search of more friction to send you over the edge but restricted by the body on top of you.

A desperate noise rips from the back of your throat when she grinds a little harder, her mouth moving to press against yours momentarily before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.

"Wanda," you groan out, hoping by the way your body starts to tense and tremble she gets the hint that you're close.

"Hold it," she sighs out, grinding even harder and faster against you, the relentless pleasure wracking through your body causing you to throw your head back against the mattress.

"Please," the tone of your voice is nothing but submissive, laced with desperation as you plead the woman to let you come.

"Just a little longer," she pants out, nearing her own release as she thrusts her hips down against you, cursing lowly in Sokovian at the way your soaking cunt feels against hers. "Fuck, come with me Detka," she groans against your lips, both of you falling over the edge.

The room fills with quieting moans and sighs as you ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasms, your body twitching under hers as your body buzzes with a slight overstimulated feeling.

A few moments later, soft fingers brush along your jawline and at your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes and look at her. She smiles tenderly down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving off you, pulling your body closer to cuddle into her side.

"I'm sorry about earlier," you murmur into the tranquil room, your head resting on her shoulder as your fingers trace random patterns on her skin, her hands scratching up and down your back.

"Detka-"

"No, please let me finish," you interrupted with a soft voice, tilting your head to look up at her. "I shouldn't have reacted in that way and assumed things without letting you say your side of it." You gauge her reaction to your words, her features softening, "I'm sorry."

"Thank you for apologising," she murmurs back, understanding that you felt like you had to apologise to her even though, in her opinion, you didn't need to. It was an appropriate reaction to seeing someone else kiss the person you care about but she could sense a certain guilt inside you, making her drop the subject.

The two of you remain quiet, simply embracing the moment together and relaxing into each other's arms, the comfort of her body slowly lulling you to sleep.

"Not yet Detka," Wanda whispers, waking you up a little bit to which you groan drowsily at, " You need to get cleaned up and go to the bathroom before we can sleep." You want to protest, too sleepy to do anything but the semi-stern look the older woman shoots your way for not wanting to do any sort of aftercare makes you begrudgingly slip out of the bed to listen to her.

Wanda does the same and helps your tired form, cooing loving phrases as the exhaustion from your orgasms catches up on you, scuffing your feet across her room back to the bed. A content smile plays on her lips at the way you steal one of her shirts and slip it on before joining her in bed, snuggling as close as you possibly could to her.

"I love you," she whispers into your hair as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, unable to stop the smile that forces its way onto her face.

She would never have thought that you, the babysitter, would have been the person to make her feel loved again, but here you were, giving her everything she wanted and more.

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widow-maximov · 8 months

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Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, slight mention of smut, soft, good ending.

Summary: Being a student and crushing on teachers was everyone's phase. But that was your reality that you didn't know it would come true...

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Who would've thought that you would be in this position. Pressed against a desk with the older Sokovian woman pressed against you keeping you in place.

With her lips reclaiming yours so roughly yet so delicately. You loved how her hands were eager to touch your soft skin. How she always had the excuse to touch you in some way.

You loved every second of it. Every touch and muttered apology, if yous were around other people, making it seem innocent when you knew deep inside what that meant.

She craved you like right now, and if you were honest. You were head over hills for her touch and for her in general. You wasn't even sure how this happened. You were just going to stop by her class to ask if she wanted you over tonight, and suddenly you were pinned against her desk.

Cheeks flashed red as her lips dropped down to your neck. Your hand gently tangled in her hair as your other hand held her a little tighter to not let her move away from you.

"Wanda.." Your quiet needy moan escaped your mouth and that almost drove her mad.

Her lips shifted to your ear, as her hot breath hit your already red ear. "Does this remind you who you belong?"

Her words were clear that she wanted an answer, but with the way her soft hand felt and her teeth teasing your poor earlobe, how could you even think about answering.

"Hm?" She reminded you as she hummed in your ear, as a way to bring you back to reality.

"Y-you.." You stuttered as your brain tried to not focus on how her hand was slowly slipping past your waistband of your pants.

A soft chuckle left her mouth as that's exactly what she wanted to hear. Placing a soft kiss on your cheek as she moved away, watching as your eyes displayed the need that she achieved.

"W-what are you doing?" You asked, trying to pull yourself together to not seem that needy, but that failed when there was a smirk across her lips.

"I just needed to remind you that no one can have you." She spoke at her hand caressed your red cheek softly.

Your brows narrowed in confusion as you stared at her angelic face. "What are you talking about?"

Your arms dropped from her shoulders as hers crossed with her eyes just burrowed into yours. "I saw how Peter looked at you by your locker."

Your brow raised at her. "Peter? He wanted notes from Ms Romanoff class. That's all we spoke about."

She hummed, but it wasn't a genuine hum, it was more sarcastic. "I saw you two laughing with each other. Come on Y/n, he likes you."

"He made a joke, Wanda. I laughed, gave him the notes and he left. I'm not understanding what is happening here. You pinned me and make me tell you what I have been telling you all the time? In another jealousy rage?" Now you had your arms crossed, your eyes not leaving her face.

Okay, maybe that wasn't the finest words to say. But in your defence this has happened before. Minus the way she acted today, making you incredibly hot for her, only to be left dry and high for her to question your feelings for her again.

You liked her jealousy sometimes but today wasn't the day you were a big fan of it. Especially when all you wanted was to spend some time with her, since both of you were equality busy with coursework.

"This isn't a jealousy rage-" She spoke up with her hands on her hips now.

"Oh no? Then please, enlighten me what you just did. Because I am quite confused what you were trying to achieve." You interrupted her almost immediately.

"I wasn't trying to achieve anything. I.. I was just making sure-" You knew Wanda would be stubborn over this. You wasn't even sure why you were even picking a fight. Maybe it was from the throbbing feeling between your legs that was leaving you unsatisfied.

Or maybe, it's the fact that this is a conversation that you are constantly having with Wanda. It's been almost a year since you have been with her and yet she keeps doubting you and what you feel for her.

"God. What is there to make sure? Is the way I feel for you not assuring enough?" You asked, getting up on your feet from the desk as you watched her take a few steps back.

"Actually Y/n, no. Because I never know what you are feeling. You never open up with what you feel and I am not a mind reader." She was right, she has been patient with you but her insecurities got the best of her.

But she was right, you haven't been open about what you feeling, because if you were honest. That scared the living shit out of you. Being so vulnerable with what you feel to a woman who could easily leave you.

"You know what, I am not having this conversation with you anymore." You simply stated, as you reached for your bag and made your way to the door.

"Oh yeah, so mature of you. Leaving when it's convenient for you." She stood still as her eyes followed you shift towards the door.

You turned on your hill to face her as your hand rested on the door handle. "What do you want me to say? I'm sorry for talking to a classmate?"

Maybe this was triggered by the months of hiding. Not meeting none of her family members, whilst she met yours without them knowing, It was her who made you smile like an idiot whenever a notification popped up on your phone.

"No- What? This isn't about who you talk to! You are so impossible to talk to." She was now frustrated with you, as she sighed and dropped her hands from her hips.

"Me? You were the one who keeps me hidden from everything and now is insecure-"

She pointed her finger at you with a deadly look. "Shut it." Her accent was thick as her gaze was fixated at you.

"Whatever.." You muttered as you walked out, blending in with the few people that were lingering in the halls before disappearing into the classes.

Well, you had a different plans for today. That was heading home and calm down before something would be said that can't be taken back. You needed some time to think about all of this.

And so did Wanda by the looks of it. Yous practically never fought. It was rare when one of yous even raised a voice, let alone walked out on each other.

You spent the whole day at home, in your room. Watching some movies to keep your internal fire calm. Yet not long after you felt that painful feeling whenever you were away from her.

You laid on your side and fell asleep as your phone was silenced. You knew that if you got a notification, you would check if it was her. So you fell asleep as you hugged your pillow, in hopes that your mind would be tricked that it was Wanda that you held.

The morning rolled over quicker, and the will to get out of bed was something else. You had zero motivation to go to classes today but you had to. So as usual, you got ready and headed out.

You were quite early and from miles you could spot Wanda's car. The car that held unforgettable memories. You acted like you just ended your relationship with Wanda. Even though this was just a simple fight.

As you walked through the halls and into the class, sitting by yourself, Peter joined you. Smiling widely as he handed your notes back to you. "Thank you."

You smiled back the best you could and noted as a 'you welcome'. But of course he didn't get the hint you didn't want to talk. "I'm not sure if you heard, but I am having a little party at my house tonight. I wanted to invite you."

You looked over at him before Ms Romanoff walked in. "I don't know... I'm not sure what I am doing yet."

"Come on Y/n, it's barely anyone. It's all the people you know, plus me." He puffed his chest out proudly at his words.

You sighed, as you knew you needed a distraction. "Fine, I guess I can show up for a bit."

He smiled wider, moving his hand over yours and giving it a light squeeze. "Perfect."

You chuckled a little uncomfortably and took your hand out of his grip. He got the hint and flashed you a small smile after as a way to apologies.

The day went by rather quickly, the last class was Wanda's and the want to be there was almost at a zero at this point. You managed to avoid her quite good enough.

She on the other end was worried. She didn't even know if you came in, she never got to lay her eyes on you. She hoped you would walk in through her door and smile at her.

But the reality of it was far from it. Yes, you walked in through her door, but that smile was no where to be found. You didn't even meet her eyes.

The class was painful to go through for both of yous. You both missed each other very much, if anything you both wanted yesterday evening to go different.

As class ended, she called on you and told you to stay behind. So you obliged and waited until the rest of the class left. Leaving you to stand not far from her.

"Look Y/n-" She sighed as a way of defeat, she didn't want to argue.

"What are you going to pick at now?" You asked before letting her finish, clearly fed up with this subject already.

"Nothing.. I was going to ask you something." Her voice was small, quite not like her. If you looked close enough, you could've seen the darker circles under her eyes.

Your expression softened up slightly. "What is it..?"

"My family is hosting a family dinner tonight, I wanted you to come with me.." She explained, hoping you would agree. She had a lot of time to think about your words, and her constant fighting with herself made her realise how this has been affecting you both.

You shoved your hands in your pockets, as you didn't want to just give in. "I can't, I got something this evening."

That worried her, even in the smallest fights, you always said yes to her. Maybe this was a lot more bigger than she thought. She watched as you turned and headed towards the door.

Her heart sinking with each step you took way from her. "Please Y/n... Think about it, I already messaged you the address.."

You stopped only for a moment to hear her out and exited the room. You were still quite upset with everything and that just added on. You missed her but sometimes you just had to show that just by inviting you out, this wouldn't solve anything.

Wanda just hoped you would change your mind and show up. She knew she made a mistake and she wanted to do everything in her power to save this.

If she was honest, she fell in love with you and that was important to her. You were important to her, that's why reacted the way she did. She was scared that you wouldn't feel the way she does. The love she holds dearly for you.

She wanted to have every moment she could with you, before she told you how much she loves you. Ruining everything if you didn't feel the same and never being able to hold you close again.

But of course that was just her spiralling into a rabbit hole, when it was quite the opposite. You felt the same, if not more strongly.

As the evening rolled around, you were getting ready but not for the dinner. But rather the party that Peter invited you out to. Even if something was telling you, you should stay home.

But you swallowed it down as you made your way to his place. Music blasting across the street, knocking but knowing no one would hear it so you just walked in.

Peter cheered as he saw you, he was quite intoxicated but was still himself. "Y/n! you made it!"

You flashed him a small smile as one of your friends hooked her arm around you and led you inside the house. "Of course she would, she always loved a good party."

They weren't wrong, before Wanda you partied quite a lot with those lot. That's why you and Travis talk, he is friends with Carol. Your long time best friend.

Laying your eyes on her, as you walked over to her and was instantly handed a drink. "How are you?" She asked, seeing that look on your face.

You lied- Or at least tried to. "I'm okay, you know how it is. Parents have been pushing me to do better so I have been busy."

Lie

You were busy making out with Wanda than improving your grades. They already were good enough for your parents and yourself to even care more about studying.

She nodded but she wasn't a fool. She knew there was more to it. But before she could call you out on it. Peter walked over, putting his arm around you and dragging you to the dance floor.

Both of his hands were on your hips and you were forced to have yours on his shoulders. It was hard to not imagine Wanda in his place. Her beautiful eyes that were like a million stars shining when she smiled.

"Y/n I'm so glad you came. I was waiting to tell you this for awhile now." He spoke up and the image of Wanda disappeared.

"I have been crushing on you for a while now and I guess that's my way of asking you out." Yeah now you can see it. Wanda was right and once again you never listen.

Now you're stuck with his hands on your hips. The difference between Wanda's was huge. "Peter..-"

"No, I'm not finished." He stated as he placed his finger on your lips. "I have been gathering the courage for some time now, you are so beautiful that I can imagine how every guy would be so jealous of us."

He spilled this fantasy that he made up in his head to you. If he was sober right now, this would've never left his mouth.

You stopped when Bucky made his way over to Peter. Tapping him and pulling him away, letting you escape and hide away from Travis. This was your bad feeling.

Carol managed to find you after hours of searching. "What are you doing?" She asked as she sat down next to you under the table that hid yous with the cloth over it.

"Hiding from Peter and his endless love confession." You spilled as you leaned your head on shoulder.

She laughed "That's why he is looking for you everywhere. Have you been thinking about accepting?" She asked, hoping in a way to get the information she wanted out of you.

"God no, you know I am only into women." You said as you looked up at her. Sitting up straight as you heard a chuckle leave Carol's mouth.

"Women... A woman who isn't here, am I right?" She asked, she could read you so easily it was almost scary.

You looked away at your hands, nodding at her. "Yeah, you're right. She couldn't be here even if we both wanted that to happen."

She hummed at you. "Why?"

"Her family has a dinner right now, so she's busy." You confessed, as you endlessly played with your fingertips.

"What are you doing here then? Why aren't with her?" She asked you as she turned her body towards you, to analyse your body language. "Wasn't you invited?"

"I was..." You sighed and before Carol could ask you any further questions. "We had a fight and I don't even know what I am suppose to do."

"Have yous spoke since?" She questioned as a way to find a way to help you out.

"Only when she invited me but even then, I was cold and rude and I don't even know if she wants to see me anymore." You hid your face in your hands.

Carol knew you were stupid but not this point. "I mean if she invited you out to the dinner, then I am sure she wants to see you. She probably wants to talk it out."

There was a slight silence for a moment between yous, letting gears turn in your head. You looked at her with realisation that you are about to fuck it up if you don't get to that dinner.

"What are you still doing here. Move your ass and get your girl." She already knew that look, encouraging you.

You hugged her and bolted out of there. Rushing home to change into something more formal and made your way to the address Wanda messaged you.

She was worried, making excuses that you were running late to her family but the truth was you wasn't coming. That hurt her more than anything.

She wanted to be close to you and be held by you. She needed to feel your arms around her. She kept her tears in until she heard your voice.

Almost as if her prayers were listened to and she rushed to see if this was really you. There you stood, with her mother holding the door for you. Watching as you handed her a bag with a wine bottle, just the one Wanda told you many months ago she liked.

Her mother looked over at Wanda, smiling widely. "There you are, your date is here."

She sent Wanda a wink as she left to leave the two of you for a moment before she came back to finally pull yous two away for dinner.

"You came..." She spoke as she stood glued to her spot.

You sent her a light smile. Taking a few steps towards her. "Always.."

That warmed her heart, she was desperate at this point to hug you. She wanted to feel you against her and as she took a step towards you. Feeling her body relax even before it hit yours.

Wanda's mom came out, saying the dinner was ready. Shuttering any hope Wanda had that she could be held by you. Of course she was aware that everyone was excited to meet you.

You are the only person Wanda ever mentioned since her first love break up. They were excited to see what she sees in you. It must be all good if she decided to bring you here.

And that's what it was. They all were intrigued with you and how intelligent you were. Even Wanda's dad liked you, as he took you away for a moment to show you his car collection.

That's where you gave him a bit of advice how to preserve their life span by doing certain things. It made him happy that you knew so much about cars. You weren't just some girl who went for Wanda for her wealth but rather her as a whole.

The family was satisfied with who they met, letting you breathe as you stood outside. Looking out on the amazing view from their home. The amazing nature look was beautiful.

But not as beautiful as the only woman's voice that made you turn your head. "Found you."

You smiled as you turned to face her. She looked so stunning, in the well lit area. Before you could compliment her, she was the first one to speak up.

"I'm sorry Y/n for what I have done and said.." She held herself as her expression slightly changed. "I was jealous and I am insecure... I am all those things and I was scared to tell you because why would you want to deal with problems that I am battling with."

She expressed herself in the way she was thinking. Tears slowly forming on the edge of her eyes. "I am constantly worried that someone might swoop you away and I will be here vulnerable after telling you how I feel."

"I am scared because I have zero clue how you feel, and if I come out looking like a fool that will leave me in a worse heartbreak because I never knew I could feel this way towards anyone." She let one tear drop from her eye as her hands linked with each other, fidgeting slightly from the nerves.

"God... I am so in love with you Y/n, it's almost impossible to ignore. I love those cute dimples whenever you smile. Those eyes that hold so much passion for certain things. It makes me feel crazy because I imagine so many scenarios that include you."

You weren't expecting this, you weren't even expecting for yous to talk about this. Watching as she cries, her hands shaking slightly from nerves made you act.

You walked over to her, grabbed her hands and held them tightly. Looking into her beautiful green eyes. "Wanda.."

You tried to calm her down but she kept going. "It's crazy because marriage didn't even cross my mind until I met you- Not that I am saying we should marry but one day-"

Before she could finish, you pulled her into you and kiss her softly. That way you could finally say what you wanted and keep her shut. The kiss was sweet and gentle but short.

She missed you instantly but her brain was trying to process your words now. "I never knew that's how you felt and I am sorry that with my lack of communication you had to keep that in."

"But I have something to confess too, it's way over due now." You paused for a moment to make sure she was listening. "I am in love with you too, Wanda. So in love that I realised how I don't want to mess this up. I came here to fix things and to finally tell you what I was planning on saying for some time now." You finally let it out, even if this wasn't what you had planned, it was the right moment.

As you watched every doubt leave her eyes, a shocked expression turn into a smile, that satisfied you. That look that you could witness, and you were glad you could.

"You was right about Peter. He confessed his love for me and I couldn't help but imagine us. I couldn't even picture being anywhere near him when you are the only woman on this earth that would make my heart beat almost out of my chest with every touch." You admitted, because if yous were being honest with everything then she needed to know.

She couldn't help it anymore, her lips were quick to find yours and that was a way for her to seal every word that has been said. Her hands cupped your cheeks as you held her extremely close to you.

God you loved that woman with every fibre in your body. Her salty tears were ignored because all you cared about was her. She pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes before giving you small kisses to make this moment last.

"You are the best thing that happened to me" You added as she hugged herself into your chest. Smiling from ear to ear and being happy with everything that has happened tonight.

She hummed as she acknowledged your words before looking up and speaking up. "See, I did have a reason to be jealous over Peter. I did say he liked you."

You rolled your eyes playfully, as you smiled slightly. "Yeah, well he wouldn't have the same affect on me with the way you do, when you pin me against the desk from this so called jealousy."

She chuckled as her eyes never left yours, this was what she wanted. This moment where you both feel pure happiness and nothing else.

It was you and her against everything. Now she knew everything would work itself out, even if it was going to be hard. She wasn't going to give up. Not now or ever...

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creative-caramel-coffee · 9 months

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Secretly Shot

Pairings: Wandanat x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 2K

TW: Injury, getting shot, hiding injuries, angst (with happy ending), arguments (with wanda and nat and you), mean avengers (cuz they’re annoyed), hate, fainting (kinda), blame,

Summary: you and the team are at odds, what happens when you go on a misson without them and get hurt?

A/n Kinda more angst than I normally do but it was fun to write. Hope you like it :)

It wasn’t uncommon for little squabbles between the three of you but this time it was different. wanda, Natasha and you had been arguing at the top of your lungs. and no matter how much you loved them and you knew they loved you you worried they would leave you for being difficult and needy. you know they were stressed but it didn’t make you feel any better.

“y/n I’m so sick of you always mess things up. you never do anything right. always causing problems.” nat yelled and wanda piled on the sentiment.

“y/n if you cant just stay out of trouble for once i-i. argh. just stop making issues we always have to clean up after.” wanda said angrily. you knew they were just stressed but it still hurt. the last mission had ended when you made a mistake and weeks of prep had been for nothing. the team was angry with you but none had yelled at you. but you knew wanda and nat had spent many sleepless nights on recon missions for this and you had blown it.

after the two of them stormed out you angrily packed a bag and retreated back to your old room. angrily wiping away tears jarvis summoned you to the conference room.

after a tense ride in the lift with clint who wouldn’t look at you, you slunk into the conference room. fury had a mission for you. you tried not to cry. all you wanted was for your girls to hold you but you knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon. what you didn’t know was that they already felt horrible and were trying to find you.

“when do i leave?” you asked fury who gave you a sympathetic look he knew the team was blaming you.

“right away. but i get it if you want to say goodby-“

“No. I’m ready.” you said.

“ok jet leaves in five.” he said dismissing you. you slunk back to your room took your suit and made your way to the jet not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. if they wanted to know where you were they could ask jarvis. about three hours later the jet touched down in Moscow.

wanda and nat were beside themselves with worry. Jarvis had told them you had left on a mission and they were wreaked. you never left without saying goodbye to them. they knew how dangerous your line of work was so they always made sure to have proper goodbyes. but what worried them most was you going on a mission when the last time they saw you you had looked like a kicked puppy. they wished they could take it all back but no matter how forgiving you may be this was something they knew would take time.

the mission had been going well. you had almost made it the whole way uneducated. it was a solo mission, no backup so you had to be stealthy. but as you slipped through the long hallways of hydra you rounded a corner to find a large group of guards. one spotted you and you dove to hide behind the corner again but one managed to shoot you. the bullet hit your shoulder and you let out a strangled cry. grateful it hasn’t hit you in the leg you took off. making it back to the jet you quickly took off. the mission had been successful but you worried how the team would react to you messing up another mission. you couldn’t loose this job. you wanted to be an avenger. you always had. if you lost this job you lost everything.

after setting the jet on autopilot, you began to strip off the top half of your suit until you sat there with it down by your waist and in a sports bra. carefully you did you best to clean and bandage the wound and you silently thanked bruce for the mini first aid course he had given you when you joined. it was hard because you couldn’t see it properly but you hoped it was clean. the bullet had gone through and from what you could tell as you stitched it up it hadn’t hit anything important.

After you finished wrapping the bandage around your shoulder you went back to the cockpit after cleaning up all traces of your injury and had put away the first aid kit just as it had been before.

after dozing lightly in the cockpit jarvis alerted you that you were getting close to the compound. you switched off autopilot and landed the jet lightly.

wanda and nat heard jarvis alert them you had arrived back and they caught you in the hall by the med bay on their way to find you.

“y/n? are you hurt? did you see bruce?” nat said narrowing her eyes. truth be told you hadn’t, the team couldn’t know you messed up again. you could deal with it yourself. their eyes landed on your bloodied suit. you had stolen some supplies from the med bay and they were hidden in your bag.

“this bloods not mine.” you lied with anger still in your voice. “now i need to get back to write my mission report so if you don’t mind, get out of my way.” you growled still mad they had made you feel so awful earlier. wanda flinched slightly at your tone and nat’s glare returned. you pushed past them, hiding a wince as you jostled your shoulder slightly. the two girls let you go and you almost cried at how easily they had, you almost wanted them to fight you on it. but at least they would honour your wishes.

you set the bag down the the bed and opened your laptop to start the report. typing hurt your shoulder so you began to write it with your right hand only. it took almost double as long and so halfway you decided to take a shower. as you stood the world tilted and you balanced yourself against the wall. hobbling slowly to the shower you stripped and showered trying to keep the wound dry. after you threw away the blood-soaked bandages and rewrapped it carefully. it was better this time as you had a mirror but unfortunately you could see how poor the stitches were and how red and angry the wound looked. you winced as you finished dressing it. you knew you needed to see bruce, to get it treated properly but you couldn’t see anymore disappointment on the faces of your team without crying. you changed into comfy loose clothes and Wanda’s hoodie before curling up in bed again with your laptop to finish the report. you knew you had to write about the injury so you gave the basic details. although as you finished up your eyes drooped. they were heavy and you struggled to stay away. in the low light you drifted off seeing it as nothing but being tired.

it was a mere few minutes later that a knock came on the door. At the lack of response wanda hesitated before opening the door. her and nat peered in to the dimly lit room. they saw a lump in the bed and slowly came in not turning on the light. wanda carefully took the laptop from your knees and nat nudged your shoulder to wake you up. when you didn’t stir she removed her hand. it felt wet and sticky and as she looked at it her heart stuttered. it was covered in blood. looking back at your shoulder she saw a dark patch covering your left side as blood seeped out of the wound.

“wanda bring the laptop and come with me.” nat said scooping you up. wanda looked up at the urgency in her girlfriends voice and immediately gasped as she saw your bloody shoulder.

“dammit y/n/n.” she said stifling tears. the two of them rushed to the med bay with you in Nat’s arms.

when they arrived wanda began skimming your report to give the information to bruce to treat you better. her breath caught in her throat as she released you and been shot. she couldn’t help the tears that fell when she realised you felt you couldn’t tell them.

“whats going on?” bruce said.

“y/n/n was shot on her mission.” wanda said and bruce and Natasha took off your clothes leaving you in the fluffy pants and a sports bra. bruce winced at the sight of the bloodied bandages knowing he didn’t do them. carefully he cut them off and gasped at the sight of the poorly done stitches. no wonder you had passed out, the stitches had barely stopped the bleeding and you were loosing too much blood. carefully and with wanda and nat watching on he cut the stitches, checked the wound and redid them in much neater rows. after about seven stitches he tied off the last one and rewrapped the wound. he fiddled with an iv as he began to give you some more blood to replace what you had lost. wanda and nat watched with bated breath. they felt awful. this was all their fault.

they sat in silence by your bedside as bruce went back to his office to give them some privacy. after a few minutes they heard you groan and they both sat up straighter almost in unison.

“y/n/n?” wanda said stroking the hair from your face. nat held you hand as you groaned again.

“aww bubs your ok.” nat said

“your in the sick bay baby you passed out.” wanda cooed.

“why didn’t you tell us you were hurt.” nat said frowning slightly.

“didn’t want you to be disappointed again.” you mumbled still on a-lot of pain meds.

wanda’s heart broke audibly as nat somehow felt worse.

“no detka you could never disappoint us. never ever.” wanda said.

“but i messed up.” you mumbled eyes glossy with tears.

“baby we will love you no matter what.” nat said using her thumb to rub circles over your knuckles. wanda was quick to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks as your chest shook.

“honey we are so sorry and you hope you can forgive us. you didn’t need that stress right now we just need to focus on getting you better sweets.” wanda cooed.

“i already have.” you muttered and nat gave a sad smile. they knew you had a kind heart, you had forgiven them almost straight away but that didn’t make the two girls feel less guilty about their actions.

“sleep now bubs, we’re not going anywhere.” nat said and you shuffled over with a wince indicating you wanted cuddled with sleepy grabby hands.

wanda chuckled “I’m not sure we’ll all fit baby.” and at your pout wanda knew she couldn’t say no. careful of your IV she picked you up and laid you on-top of her as nat came and laid beside wanda as she threw an arm over your lower back. wanda’s hands came to your hair to give you a scalp massage as you rested you head into the side of her neck. you hummed softly and drifted off the sleep knowing you were safe in the arms of your girls.

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Yellow and blue meet in the west.

Wanda x Avengers!Intern!R (Present) Carol x R (Past)

Warnings; Cheating, forgiveness, shit talking Wanda, Angst.

Flashbacks

Summary; Marrying Wanda, even after she cheated on you? No one wants it, especially not the girl you spent the summer with.

Standing there at the alter, was the girl who you deemed the most beautiful girl ever. You’re soon to be wife, you’ve been waiting for this day since you were both 20 in New York when the two of you met.

Looking ahead of as you walked down the aisle, you locked eyes with one of your friends in the front row, Carol Danvers.

You stood in the June rain, waiting for carol to answer her door. Your clothes were wet, your socks grew soggy, you couldn’t think right. Looking at the ground, you kicked some rocks around, waiting on the Superhuman. “Oh my god..Come inside,” she pulled you in and shut the door, allowing you to dry your feet and kick off your shoes. Her house was warm, perhaps it was her pumpkin spice candle that was out of season, or maybe it was the heat coming from the oven as she baked cookie to send Monica, looking around, you listened to Carol as she held your face.

“Jesus you didn’t think to grab a jacket? Are you, crying?” You hated that question. It was always a dumb question. Even so, you began to cry more, unable to tell if the wetness on your face was rain or tears. Carol pulled you in for a hug, you tried to resent against her actions, with strong arms she didn’t let you go. Eventually, you sunk into her touch, “She- She slept with Vision..”

Looking away, you stepped under the alter, a foot from Wanda. Her green eyes stared at yours as the priest said a few words, Wanda played with her rings like she always did. You heard incoherent voices whispering in the crowd, Carol could hear them, ever so clearly.

“She doesn’t deserve this. She can do better.” Looking to behind her, she saw Steve, sitting next to Natasha. Natasha rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her thighs. “Y/n has been waiting all her life, if she forgives that bitch, who are we to tell her no.” The two of them looked up to see Carol smiling, quickly distracted by Wanda beginning her vows.

Walking out of Carols room in one of her sweaters and a pair of shorts, you could smell what she’d been cooking, pancakes. Looking outside to see the bright fields of July. Following the sound of soft hums, you found your girlfriend at the table. Girlfriend? Friend girl. Friend with benefits? It didn’t matter to you. She made you pancakes, which meant she learned to make them, for you. So the two of you were something.

“Good morning.” You kissed her forehead as you walked to grab a water bottle.

“I knew from the moment I saw you. I wouldn’t love anyone more than I love you.” A few scoffs were heard from the crowd, paying no kind to them, Wanda continued.

“Don’t listen to her, it’s not your fault keep walking.” Carol said, grabbing your hand and pulling you away from Wanda, who shouted at you for not being enough for her. Carol continued to pull you until the two of you were in her car. She held you that night, tighter than she ever had. “It’s okay, my star.”

You read your vows. You knew that this would be final in a few moments. You knew it was wrong. You knew what Carol felt, and what you were sure to feel as well. Lying to Wanda in your vows. Telling her she was the sweetest thing in the whole world. Carols eyes teared up, wiping them quickly, she smiled at you, you smiled back. It was polite to smile back. “If the world is crashing, it’s you and me against it.”

“If the world is crashing, it’s you and me against it.” Carol whispered, the August skies were purple and clear, Carols folklore vinyl played, and you felt so much love for her, as much she felt for you. She kissed the top of your head, her arms wrapped around your neck as you lay between her legs.

“Thank you, Captain Danvers” you looked up as she looked down, leaving a soft peck to her nose. She giggled, “Are you making fun of me?” You turned around and hid your face in her neck, “Maybe” she made and exaggerated gasp, “that’s it.” You screamed as she attacked your stomach, tickling you until you’re out of breath. “Carebear, stop! I’m sorry!” She tickled you more, as you fell into giggle fit.

“Are there any objections?” Carol stopped herself from standing, most people did, but Steve? Steve never had any shame in what he did or wanted to do. He stood up and looked at Wanda. “Mr.Rodgers..” Wanda sighed. Carol looked behind her again, Steve was standing as Natasha tried to talk some sense into him. Pulling from her, he looked back up at the two of you.

“All three of us know. Hell, all of us, know that someone loves you more than she ever will! And you love her too.” Carol glared at him. Wanting to rip his head off, if your happy with someone else she can’t change that. Neither could Steve. Grabbing her arm and pulling her up, Steve forced Carol to stay standing. “Well? Ms.Danvers, anything to say?” She bit at her nails. Something she did when she was nervous. You took note of that last summer. Looking at Wanda, then to you, she bit her lip slightly. “Well..uh you both look beautiful! Okay Steve let go now!!”

“About the objection.” Carol mumbled something under her breath. “I love you, Y/n. And maybe you were lying and you needed a distraction this summer!” Wanda scrunched her eyebrows. “Honestly, marry Wanda. If you’re happy so am I.” Steve let her go and she sat down and crossed her legs, tears falling from her face.

“So what? You’re leaving?” You dropped you bag on the bed and placed your hand on your temple. Letting go, you carefully grabbed Carols hands, the season grew colder as September set in, and so did you.

“She wants to marry me Carol. She’s sorry.” Carol took away her hands. She couldn’t- No. She didn’t want to believe you. She’s sorry? For cheating on you multiple times? Carol didn’t believe it. Carol didn’t believe a lot of things, trust was never easy to her. After Maria died, nothing was whole again. She shut everyone out, nothing made her happy. Then you came along. You made her happy. She trusted you, just like you asked. And you broke it.

Now it was February. Wanda just said ‘I do.’ Now it was soon to be your turn. The priest talked, you didn’t listen. Your eyes focused on Carol. “And for better or for worse?” You looked at Wanda. Tears swelled up in your eyes. Grabbing her hands and looking behind her, Carol nodded at you, ‘Marry her,’ she mouthed. “Wanda. You know I love you.” She nodded and smiled, waiting on you to say two simple words.

“But I can’t.” Gasps and murmurs were heard from the crowd. Steve stood up and cheered, Natasha quickly pulled him down. You grabbed Wandas face, prepared to wipe any possible tears. “They didn’t matter to me! I promise, I can- I can be better..please.” You shook your head.

“Steve is right. There’s a girl who I love more than anything. I’m sorry Wanda.” Wanda ran down the aisle and into the building. You walked over to Carol, and grabbed her jaw, making her look up.“It’ll take a bit, but I can fix us.”

Any day in the future, you devoted yourself to Carol. Wanda never quite forgave you, but she supported your decision. Walking into the avengers meeting to bring everyone coffee, you’d been greeted by most, well, not Natasha. No one can talk to her before 10 AM. “Morning Danvers.” Wanda said as you handed her tea. Never one to like coffee, walking to Carol, you smiled, and ruffled Carols hair, “Morning Maximoff. Enjoy your coffee, babe.” You kissed the top of your wife’s head and walked away.

You and Carol against the world, Remember?

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