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Let me control you
Wanda Maximoff/fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ only, dom Wanda, sub reader, dom/sub dynamics, hand signal communication, mommy kink, praise kink, mirror kink, collars, marking, so much teasing, slight pet play, alluded smut
Word count: 1.8k
A/n: “Oh heyyyyyy”. So I haven’t written for months…. Probably won’t again for another few months 😅 but yeah I got inspired by CelticKitten25’s red room renovations series on ao3, (go read for some perfect Bishova and Wandanat kinky goodness) Shoutout to my bestie @phantomspiderr for convincing me to write and post this 🥰 I hope you all like it! 💕🦊
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“You ready baby?” Wanda asks gently as she carefully eyes your reaction to her question.
You nod quickly looking up at her with doe eyes where she stands slightly taller than you, you had both talked about this being something you wanted to try and tonight was finally the moment after some practice and learning some gestures that Wanda wanted to use.
Wanda had been so sweet as the night had gone on, taking care of you, praising you, talking you through everything to get your headspace just right, now you were both standing next to your large plush bed officially ready to begin.
Wanda smiled slightly and tilted her head, you could physically see her switching from her sickly sweet demeanour to her more strict and dominant side. She was curious about something and wanted to test her theory, “can you tell me your safe words darling?” Instantly you opened your mouth to respond before quickly snapping it shut again eager to please your wife and domme. A slight chuckle left the Sokovian’s mouth, “you’re already trying to hold your words for me aren’t you? Such a good girl but it’s ok, it’s not a trick you can tell me, I want to hear you right now” she reassured you after confirming her theory that without even fully starting you were already trying your very best to please her just as Wanda liked you.
You smiled up at your wife, “green for I’m good, yellow for slow down or readjust and red for stop, taps if I can’t talk mommy” Wanda cupped your face with both of hands and quickly pressed a kiss to your forehead, “that’s my good girl”
“Ok my love we are going to start now, remember you can stop anytime you want to” Wanda says as she presses a gentle kiss to your lips and moved over to the red suede chair in the corner of your shared bedroom and sat down, never once taking her eyes off of you.
You waited patiently not moving from your spot as both of you simply watched each other carefully, Wanda slowly lifted her hand and crooked her finger towards her, cautiously you started taking steps forward, you only got around half way to her before she held her hand up signalling you to stop, you did as instructed, watching the many rings on her fingers glinting in the low light but trying to keep your focus so you didn’t miss anything she asked of you.
“Good” she stated to reassure you more than anything, she knew you were nervous about this, as much as it was your idea and you completely trusted your domme to give complete control to, it was nerve wracking to use a whole new set of communication and you didn’t want to disappoint her.
She moved her palm face down to the floor and slowly lowered it a little, you quickly dropped to your knees and folded your hands behind your back, Wanda smirked at how quick you were to respond.
Watching carefully the Sokovian left you with no signals for a moment to gauge where you were at, she noted your breathing quickening a little and you starting to twitch after a few minutes, “slow down my love, you are doing great, don’t overthink it, this is all new I’m not going to punish you if you make some mistakes to start with, once you’ve had some practice however…” Wanda trailed off with a smirk.
With a deep breath you flick your eyes to her face quickly and smile at her, reassuring her you were ok and wanted to continue before focusing back on her hands.
After letting you settle Wanda turned her palm face up and lifted it, you moved to stand again but kept your hands behind your back. You concentrated as she lifted a single finger and held it in the air, slowing yourself down you pulled your pyjama top over your head and dropped it beside you, never letting your focus waver once, the heat in your stomach was making its way lower, trying not to rub your thighs together as you watch your wife sit forward in the chair and rest her arms on her legs looking so dominant and completely in control of your every action with just a flick of her hands, you loved it when she wore a suit and with her jacket discarded your eyes subconsciously wondered to the open buttons of her shirt getting a peek at the deep red lace underneath.
“Ah ah ah focus” Wanda tutted as you quickly move your gaze back to her hands waiting for your next instruction. Two fingers were held up and move to slide your shorts down your legs and drop them next to your shirt revealing the matching green set of lace that Wanda had picked out for you.
“Such a pretty girl for me, I can see you squirming, you just need mommy so bad don’t you?” Wanda cooed and she nearly had you but you managed to catch yourself and simply nod in response and it was worth it for the smile that graced your wife’s lips “such a clever little thing”.
You could feel the lace sticking to you as you desperately grew wetter, you just wanted to be close to her and to please her and it was getting harder to breathe by the second, willing to keep your focus when you finally heard the click of her fingers signalling to you that you could approach her, you practically scrambled forward and dropped back down to your knees more gently this time at her feet instinctively folding your hands behind you and dropping your gaze to the floor. No sooner had you looked at the floor when Wanda’s hand gripped your chin and tilted your head up to face her.
“You’re doing so good for me my love, so pretty and obedient” Wanda cooed so sweetly as she traced your lower lip with her thumb, it took every ounce of strength you had not to take the digit into your mouth. You could feel yourself dropping more and more into that blissful fuzzy headspace by the second spurred on by the consistent praise she was giving you.
You observed quietly as Wanda lifted a single finger and spun it in a quick circle while gazing down at you with dark eyes. Shuffling on your knees to turn your back to her you now had a perfect view of the full length ornate mirror on the opposite wall, you found Wanda’s eyes in the mirror and patiently awaited your next command, perfectly placed in between her spread legs as she leaned dangerously close to your ear and draped her arms over your shoulders, oozing control as she breathily whispered “such a pretty pet for me” before kissing a bruising mark into the side of your neck, you barely held back a whine as you shivered and arched into her touch.
“Do you know what pretty pets get baby?” She asked teasingly after leaving the darkening purple mark blossoming on your neck. You shook your head slowly, shuddering at how hot your wife looked as she rested her chin on the top of your head to watch you in the mirror, caging you in with her thighs and absentmindedly twisting the rings on her fingers where they were crossed just under your eye line.
Leaning back away from you Wanda reached over to retrieve a slim black box you hadn’t noticed was sitting on the small table next to what in your mind might as well have been Wanda’s throne. Your body instinctively chased after her touch until a firm hand gripped a fistful of your hair causing your breath to catch in your throat, she pushed you gently back to position, the perfect balance of gentle and rough handling practically making your mind go blank.
“Patience little one” she scolded as she took the box and balanced it between her thighs behind your back where you couldn’t see.
“Can you close your eyes for me? It’s a surprise for my clever girl” she smirked at you in the mirror while clicking the box open.
You hesitated, trying to convey your silent question to your domme through just your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.
Reading you as an open book Wanda quickly answered your question, “No signals darling, not until you open your eyes again”.
Nodding gently you slipped your eyes closed and waited for your surprise, keeping your posture perfect was difficult as you felt Wanda once again trap you with her strong thighs, not that you would ever even dream of moving.
You felt her move your hair over your shoulder, purposefully brushing against her mark that she’d left just to see you shiver and started pressing feather light kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck, occasionally teasing with her teeth. Then you felt her arms once again move in front of you and it felt as if the whole world stopped as a cool piece of leather with a perfectly soft inner lining was fastened snugly around your neck. Another kiss was placed just above the leather around your neck before your hair was moved back in place.
“Open” she breathed as you felt her chin once again rest on the top of your head to watch your reaction in the mirror.
Opening your eyes you were met with the sight of yourself, perfectly kneeled in between your wife’s thighs as she gazed at you through the mirror, her eyes such a darker shade of green than normal and filled with lust. Your eyes moved from hers to the beautiful leather collar wrapped around your throat, the shade of green matching perfectly to the lace set Wanda had picked out earlier and finished with a shiny gold ring, you could feel the matching buckle pressed perfectly into the back of your neck, the image making your mind go blank.
“Pretty obedient pets get pretty collars” she purred into your ear, tracing her nails down your back. By this point you were struggling to even hold yourself up, your breaths coming out in soft pants as you softly shook under her gaze.
Making sure you were somewhat steady Wanda stood and quickly circled to be in front of you, tilting your head up with one finger under your chin to an almost uncomfortable angle and making the collar dig deliciously into the bruise on the side of your neck.
“You ready for some real fun my pet?” She growled possessively, eyes darkening impossibly further at the whine you finally let escape and the “yes mommy” that fell from your lips.
Hooking her finger into the gold ring of your collar she pulled you up into a bruising kiss making you yelp, “I’ll let that one slide” she muttered breathlessly after pulling away from you slightly.
“Bed now.”
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unrequited love | pt 2
notes: merry christmas to everyone who celebrates ! ! here’s my gift from me to you and i’ll be posting a part 3 soon :) pls read pt 1 first if you haven’t already :)
warnings: 18+, stepmom!wanda, stepdaughter!reader, cheating, mommy kink, mentions of cunnilingus, dirty talk, reader radiating major simp energy, age gap (of course). minors DNI!
words: 2.1k
the silence was deafening, the air thick with tension and as wanda retreated slightly from her position next to you, it made you want to curl up in a ball and cry, or better yet have the ground swallow you whole.
regret and embarrassment were all you could feel right now and as it settled deep in the pit of your stomach, you placed the empty wine glass on the table in front of you before moving to stand up.
"wait" wanda broke the silence as she uttered the word, her hand now grasped around your wrist and effectively pulling you back down on your seat. "just.. don't leave, let me- let me think for a moment"
you remained in your seat, waiting ever so patiently for the redhead to eventually shoot you down, to tell you that it will never happen and that she's just going to forget this conversation ever took place.
you looked down at your hands, twiddling your fingers mindlessly and decided you should just beat her to the punch. "let's- can we just forget i said that and go back to watching your tv show?"
whatever wanda was thinking was a mystery. the woman showed no sign of emotion on her face as she sat still, deep in thought.
"please just say something wanda, i can't lose you too"
wanda whipped her head around at that. lose you? you could never lose her.
"honey, i- i just wasn't expecting that. i thought you were talking about someone from uni, not.. not me" she let out a shaky sigh before continuing. "what about kate?"
you lifted your head and turned it to face wanda and god did the look on your face kill her. you looked like a sad, hurt little puppy and all she wanted to do was make it better.
"she's not you, wanda. she's a great person and i enjoy being with her but, the way you make me feel.. i can't stop thinking about you when we're together and i can't keep pretending like i don't want you the way i do"
the redhead trapped her bottom lip between pearly white teeth, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. the words on the tip of her tongue, begging to be spoken. she shouldn't indulge in this, she really shouldn't.
but, the way her heart beat violently in her chest and the aching feeling of wanting the same was mind-hazing and quite frankly too strong to resist.
"and how do you want me?"
you swallowed dryly as the question lingered heavily in the air. instantaneously your tongue darted out to run along your bottom lip, a sigh escaping before letting your head fall into your hands.
you hesitated to answer and wanda could tell as you rose to your feet in frustration, a hand combing through your hair to push away stray strands from your flushed face. "please let's just-"
"how do you want me, y/n?"
you heard the older woman shift behind you and when you turned, she was now standing up, her attention on you never faltering along with an expression on her face you couldn't quite place.
the newfound confidence you had felt moments ago was fading fast and the urge to work up the courage and tell her was harder than anything you'd ever experienced. "i.. i just want you, all of you. your mind, body and soul. to be the reason you wake up with a smile. i want you to make me yours and show me what it's like to be truly cared for"
you heard wanda's breath hitch in the back of her throat at your confession and the green in her eyes faded to something darker than you'd ever seen from her.
"god, this is so stupid," you scoffed. "i hate that every time i'm with kate all i think about is that i wish you were touching me instead of her"
"and how do you want me to touch you?" the older woman's chest was rising heavily now as she took one step closer to you.
you need to step away, tell her you shouldn't do this and you can't. that crossing this line would be a mistake, a huge mistake.
though the aching pulse between your thighs was hard to ignore and the way wanda was looking at you made you want to cave, drop to your knees and show her why you're good enough to be hers.
"wanda, please-"
a delicate hand reached up to rest against the soft skin of your cheek, effectively cutting off your sentence and leaving you spellbound.
"it's okay, malysh," the redhead reassured, her thumb stroking gently against your flushed skin. "you can tell me"
a deep sigh escapes your lips, your eyes flickering to the floor before returning back to the sokovian's piercing eyes. "i want you to do anything you desire," one of your hands flies up to grasp tightly at wanda's wrist, her hand still resting on your cheek. the neediness and desperation you felt were simply too much, you needed her more than words could say. "just.. touch me, please"
wanda hushed you, stepping closer towards you until the gap was nonexistent and all of your senses were invaded by wanda.
the perfume she wore, her hot breath ghosting against your face, the warmth that radiated from her. she was intoxicating and you wanted more, you needed it.
"you have no idea how long i've been thinking about doing this" wanda breathed out, her free hand coming to rest against your other cheek. you watched as her eyes flickered down to your lips and you forced yourself to bite down a whimper at the sight.
before you knew it, soft plump lips crashed into yours and it was like the world came to a standstill. you quickly reciprocated, moving forward until your bodies were flush together and as your hands moved to her lower back to grasp at her desperately, all the guilt left your mind and was quickly replaced with just wanda.
your fingers pulled at the hem of wanda's oversized jumper, reaching under to feel the small of her back. your nails dug in slightly when wanda licked at your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance and you instantly granted it, wanting so badly to feel the warmth of her mouth that she offered to you so easily.
a soft moan from wanda echoed into you that you briskly swallowed, the noise igniting something deep inside you and you couldn't help but surge forward, forcing wanda to move until the back of her legs touched the couch.
you pulled away from the kiss, your lips tingling with anticipation and urgency to feel her on you again. but, you briefly ignored it to push gently against wanda's shoulders until she once again sat down on the sofa.
the redhead watched as you moved to straddle her waist and the animalistic groan that left her lips made the coil that was slowly building inside of you twist with need.
"god, look at you," wanda gasped, her hands landing on your hips, gripping tightly with possessive gratitude at the beauty before her. "you're so perfect"
your hips instinctively ground down against her as her words boomed loudly in your ears.
"that's it, detka" the older woman purred, "so reactive to me"
the blush from before inevitably made its way back to your cheeks as you flushed slightly, embarrassment written on your face. your hand moved soft ginger locks from her neck, making room for your lips to pepper open-mouth kisses on her soft skin before sucking gently.
wanda's mouth fell open at the feeling of your lips against her skin and her hands squeezed even tighter on your hips, the grip eliciting a whimper from you. your hips rolled on their own accord, moving against wanda vigorously as you attempted to soothe the ache that grew rapidly between your thighs. you were wet and needy and all you wanted right now was for wanda to make you feel good.
the sokovian lolled her head back, granting you better access to her neck and as your hands travelled up to her shoulders, one of your hands cupped the back of her neck; your kisses growing in pressure until you were sloppily making out with the smooth skin of the base of her neck. you swirled your tongue before sticking it out to trail up until you reached her sharp jawline, nibbling slightly.
"you're so good with your mouth, baby," wanda's words came out breathy, a strong hint of arousal evident as you continued your work before switching quickly to the other side, exploring more of her exposed skin. "i bet you eat pussy so well"
a moan fell from your plump lips as the filthy words left her mouth and you pulled away for a moment, your chest rising heavily as you attempted to catch your breath. the thought of settling between wanda's thighs and tasting her caused your thighs to flex around her waist.
wanda lifted her head, her gaze on you never faltering as puncturing green eyes bore into you to gauge every single one of your reactions, and when her hands moved from your hips to your ass, needing the flesh softly in her palms, wanda hummed in appreciation as the hand that was around the back of her neck grasped at red locks, tugging on the thick hair slightly.
"wanda i- i want.." your mind reeled at the thought of all the possibilities of what could happen next and as your brain flicked through the scenarios, you couldn't help but falter on your words. "please, i need.."
your mind was quickly turning to mush, the only thing grounding you was the warmth that sat under you and the arm that snaked from your ass, up your back and around to wrap delicate fingers around your throat, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
"go ahead, baby, it's okay," wanda purred, her fingers flexing against the jugular of your neck. "tell mommy what you need"
"fuck i-" you practically moaned, the fist you had on her hair gripped tighter upon hearing the name. "i need you inside of me"
"such a big girl using her words, malysh. but, come my love," wanda released the hold she had on your neck and reached down to tap at your thigh, signalling you to move from your position. "i have better use for your mouth first, and then i promise i'll make you feel so good"
you nodded in response and as you shifted to stand on slightly wobbly legs, you instantly missed the feeling of her so close to you. wanda feigned a pout as you mewled, your hands reaching out to grab at her waist.
wanda was swift with her reaction, her fingers wrapping around your wrists with a short chuckle, stopping you from touching her any further, "patience, y/n. now, be good for me, go to my room and lie down on the bed. can you do that?"
"yes, i- i'm sorry, i'll go right now" you spewed out your words faster than the redhead could process them and before she knew it you were pulling away from her, rounding the couch and heading up the stairs.
the speed of your legs caused your feet to pound against the wooden staircase and wanda smiled at your eagerness. such a good girl, she thought.
as you flung open the wooden door you stopped dead in your tracks, just before the line of actually entering through the doorway. you stared into the dimly lit room, your eyes scanning a neatly made bed; decorated with adorable throw pillows and a couple of picture frames that were littered with pictures of your father and wanda on the bedside tables.
your eyes fell to the makeup desk on your right and they landed on a frame that had a picture of just you and wanda, it almost made your heart flutter, but the feeling quickly faded as the realization dawned on you, the weight of it settling heavily in your chest that you were about to have sex with your father's wife, in his room. their room.
before you could linger any further on the fact, you heard footsteps fading into earshot behind you, swiftly prompting you to take one step forward and effectively breaking the threshold of betrayal.
your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the trace of wanda's steps faltered and you almost called out to her to ask if she was okay, that was until you picked up on the sound of keys jangling and the indicative sign of your front door opening.
"honey, i'm home! god, you'll not believe the day i've had"
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Meeting the Twins
Pairing: Wanda/Reader
Summary: Your relationship with Wanda is progressing and she wants you to meet her kids
Warnings: None
Word Count: 662
A/N: This is a request from @xxxtwilightaxelxxx I did just realize that I didn’t actually use the dialog prompt the request came with but the concept is there so I hope you enjoy it anyway!!
You always told yourself that dating someone with kids was off the table. You weren’t someone who particularly liked kids, and you definitely wouldn’t say you were good with kids but when you met Wanda you immediately knew she’d be the exception. You fell head over heels for her almost instantly when you met her.
You were so much in love with her that you were standing in the toy aisles of Target trying to decide what would be something that would get two boys to not hate you immediately. You know how much her kids meant to Wanda and if they told her you had to go, you would be gone before you had time to blink.
You had found two small lego sets, remembering Wanda saying they had recently been really getting into them. While you had considered getting them one of the giant sets, you didn’t want to make it look like you were trying too hard, so instead you picked two different small Star Wars ship sets figuring those would go over well while not being too over the top.
You were sitting in your car trying to talk yourself up to going to the front door. You knew it was a little ridiculous to be this nervous about meeting someone’s kids but you just really wanted this night to go over well. You felt like you were a teenager again having to meet someone's mom and the panic that came along with that. You finally decided you had to go in when you noticed one of the boys peeking at you through the blinds.
Before you could even knock, he was ripping open the door. “Do you always sit in your car for 10 minutes before coming into someone’s house?” He asked you with a laugh.
“Sometimes, I tend to drive too fast and am always too early” You chuckle awkwardly, looking past him to see if you could spot Wanda.
“Dear, it’s not nice to tease our guest” Wanda scolded her son, turning to you she smiled. “I think it’s cute that you do that.”
“Thanks,”
“This is Billy,” Wanda gestured to the boy who had just been making fun of you. “Tommy!”
Suddenly the other twin appeared beside her, sliding on the hardwood floor in his socks.
“It’s nice to meet you both,” You smiled at them both.
“What’s in the Target bag?” Tommy asked
“Oh! Well I was doing a little shopping for myself and I saw these two lego sets and I thought you two might like them, so I picked them up!” You quickly started to pull them out of the bag to show them what you had picked out. The boys both cheered immediately in excitement, each rushing to grab one out of your hands. You were relieved that they didn’t immediately start fighting over who got which ones.
“You really didn’t have to get them anything,” Wanda said softly, a loving look in her eyes and her gaze shifted from you to the boys.
“Now boys, what do you say?”
“Thank you!” They both chimed in unison. You chucked at that.
“You’re very welcome.” You smiled, “Oh and don’t think I didn’t get anything for you,” You turned to Wanda and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“Oh wow, you know how to be a good house guest don’t you.” She smiled, taking the bottle from you and leading you to the kitchen.
“Well I want to make sure you keep me around.” You joked.
“Oh I have a feeling we won’t be getting rid of you any time soon,” Wanda smiled before pouring you both a glass of wine. You headed back into the living room to help the boys with their new lego sets that they were both already working on getting put together.
Your night was full of laughter, and while kids were always your thing, you could absolutely see this family growing on you very quickly.
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Summary: What if in order to protect what you love you have to stray from the path you have always followed?
Warnings: Heavy Angst, goodbyes, mentions of death and blood, depression, grief, Genocide, Hanahaki, Reader is lost, Reader needs a hug, Talokan is gone. English isn't my first language. Men & Minor DNI || Not reader proof.
Pairing: WandaNat x Talokanil!Reader
Words Count: 3.6k
A/N: Did I got more traumatized after seeing Getou and Gojo finally animated? Yes. Did I wrote this to cpe with it? Yes.
“Are you sure about this?”
The look that Gamora gave you made you chuckle. Of course, it wasn’t the wisest decision, but you knew it was something that needed to be done. You looked back at her and gave her a sweet smile, unfortunately, it didn’t get your eyes.
“We need to see the light at some point, right?”
Change.
That was the only thing you were not able to adapt yet. If you ever had the choice to stop it you would take it without any doubt, without even thinking about the consequences. Most people would say it wasn’t right, in the end, change was something that kept things interesting and the world and universe moving and evolving. Change allowed people to grow on themselves and become something else, sometimes it would be for a better version of themselves and others it would be the contrary. The not so fortunate cases would become their worst version of themselves.
But for you, changes, had not been as kind as anyone could expect. Changes were the things that had you standing in this position on the first place. You were the guardian of an ancient civilization. You were the right hand of your king, and more recently, you were an Avenger. Having the power to guide the souls to the other side, and using their souls as your personal army, you had become one of the most important and useful members on the organization.
That was until two days ago.
Now you were the top of the most wanted by S.H.I.E.L.D. and your future with them would only include yourself being restrained and made the test subject inside the lowest level of The Raft.
Everything you had built in the last year had come crashing down so fast that you mind was still searching the point where everything had gone wrong. The anger was something you were getting used to, but the guilt was a whole different thing. It was present at the front of your mind making you aware of the death dreams you had taken away with their hopes. The roots starting to show on your right arm were the living proof of this. Behind your skin they were growing with the guilt. The night before you had to ask for Gamora and Namora’s help when the buds of cempasúchil began to open your skin to sprout.
They would grow on your heart and lungs as long as the people you loved didn’t correspond your affection, but something that no one told you was that it could grow with a heavy loss. So now you were walking under the freezing air and the cold snow in the streets of New York waiting to see them for at least now, the last time.
With the low temperature you started to feel the tips of your fingers and toes going numb, maybe it wasn’t the best decision going out only with a pair of pants, convers and a black sweatshirt, but it wasn’t as if you were exactly paying any attention to that to begin with. When you looked the people walking besides you, the fist thing you noticed where the smiles on their faces followed by the tint of red on their cheeks and the happiness in their eyes. The kid on his father’s arms was pointing at the biggest advertisements changing on the walls of Times Square. He would pat his father’s head and his mother’s shoulder to show them whatever thing attracted his attention. On the other hand, the couple beside you were taking a selfie showing building at the center of the Square. Before you could take another step, your legs stopped abruptly as you felt the roots on your right arm starting to squeeze it as it moved forward to the base of your hand, you held your arm against your chest and walking between the crowd you let your body fell against one of the free walls you found.
Taak ulak k’iin, yóol tiʼ Amikoo.
(See you later, faithful friend)
Namor's words began to echo inside your mind like a scratched record not leaving any space for other thoughts. His child's eyes full of innocence and love was the next thing your brain put in front of you. Remembering his last laugh, you forgot how to breathe again. Your nose kept trying to pull air into your lungs, but your organ was painfully resisting your will. It seemed like any air you accomplished to get inside would disappear the moment it reached your lungs. Feeling the sweat starting to flow on your forehead, you knew you didn’t have enough time to deal with this for now. Ignoring the echoes of their laughs, you moved your head to the front and without hesitation you crashed the back against the wall. The pain made the regretful memories go away but instead now you had blood running down your neck.
When you finally got up, you walked until you saw a familiar figure resting against one of the statues on the Square.
Seeing her struggle with her hair you approached her with a soft smile on your face. Maybe some things don’t really have to change.
“Hey Hawkniss!”
When Kate looks up you saw a train of emotions passing through her eyes, starting with surprise, followed by relief to finish with doubt. Taking one of the hair bands off your wrist, you extended you hand so she could take it.
“You always forget this when you go out, I thought I told you to always bring one?” You say with a lighthearted tone. Kate rolls her eyes as she accepts the hair band and lets her head fall a little to the front while she accommodates her hair in a ponytail.
“You know S.H.I.E.L.D put an arrest warrant against you right?” They way she says it makes you look at her, the joking tone on her voice is only a façade for the worry in her eyes. “The things they are saying…” Her voice breaks mid-sentence as she moves her gaze to the kids running a few steps away from the both of you, but you know exactly what she’s asking.
You move closer to her and bumping your shoulder softly against hers you try for her to look at you again.
“You can ask, I’ve never lied before.”
“Is it true?” She looks at you with hope in her eyes, her heart fighting her mind and possibly the images and files Fury already showed her and the rest of the team. For a brief moment you imagine how that reunion went. The faces full of surprise and disbelief of everyone you had been once close to. The reaction of those who never trusted you and those who trusted you a little more than they should have. Then you were fill with the two pair of green eyes you once loved.
“Unfortunately, it is all true.”
You hear the gasp and see how her body tenses.
“Why?” She grabs the borders of the statue as she tries to avoid your eyes.
“They continue to put the sails in the same place no matter how much the wind keeps blowing them out. I just want to move the candles around. I seek a world where at the end of the road the only thing we find is not the bodies of our companions. It only happens to be that some ‘insects’ are blocking the way."
“You have lost your mind.” Kate looks at you in disbelief.
“I’m not looking for approval.” You shrug your shoulders as you look at the sky. “And I don’t expect anyone to understand either.”
You feel how she starts to move her hand towards her ear, and you smile.
“You sound just like any other delusional villain we have fought before.” She makes a pause before the person at the other side of the comm answer her call. “She’s here at Times Square. She’s dressed as a civilian.” You guess the person on the other side is reprimanding her when she answers. “Are you crazy? She can break my neck in a blink of an eye!”
“How is it possible that you are that skinny and that fucking strong?”
You look at Peter with a mix of emotions as your brain tries to process the fact that a teenage boy just kicked your ass and probably broke one of your ribs.
“Well, you know… I eat a lot of vegetables and do a lot of excercis-“ Before he can even finish you throw one of your shoes at him.
“Don’t you dare come up with your “Friendly neighbor” persona right no- Ouch!” You were pointing at him when your body fell backward as the pain of your now officially broken ripped made its presence. When he approached you saw the panic in his eyes, and you felt a little guilty for your reaction. “Don’t make that look. I’ve fought since you weren’t even born, I should have been more careful and shouldn’t have underestimated you.” You extended your hand towards him and after a few seconds, he helps you to get on your feet again.
“I’m sorry, I should have measure better the strength I use…”
“It’s fine, I only got hurt because you got me there. I thought you were using your full force back then, but now that I know you are capable of more, next time I will not pull my punches.” You smile at him before pulling him towards your side and patting his head jokingly.
“Hey! Stop! I’m not a kid!” He says as he tries to free himself from your little attack against his hair.
“I will always see you as a kid. Kid.” You give him a soft smile begore letting go of his head. Deciding the training was finalize for the day, you started to take your things before leaving the training room, but a popping on your mind, you turned to look at Peter again. “Why did you join The Avengers?”
The question comes out of your mouth before you can even think about how it might come as intrusive and as seeing how Peter flinches a little you know you screw up, but when he starts walking with his phone in hand, you become embarrassed as you see the picture of a man smiling as his background.
“He was my uncle Ben. He died the day I got my powers when a thief shot him on the stomach.”
“Peter I-“
“Don’t worry. I guess if I see a 15-year-old guy risking his life instead of partying I would make myself the same question.” He shrugs his shoulders as he puts his phone away. “I guess… It’s just that when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you. In the end is just an everyday decision. It is a leap of faith.”
When he looks at you the weight of his determination strikes you as a bucket of cold water. You had known this kid for months now, but before now, you didn’t notice the weight he was carrying on his shoulders. And when he turns around for you to follow him, you see how his back looks bigger than before.
“ ‘With great power comes great responsibility.’ That was the last thing my uncle Ben said to me. Since then, I didn’t try to save the world, but I tried to save one person, and after meeting all this people with the same goal as me… I decided to protect them too. In the end, it is a weight we all carry, but it is easier when you are not the only one doing it.”
“Tell me it isn’t true!” You hear Wanda’s voice coming from behind, her voice is a little agitated, but you can’t understand if it is because of the news or because she came running. “Y/N! Don’t you dare take another step forward!”
Giving a final step, you stopped in the middle of the moving crowd. The red and yellow lights from the signal of Mc Donalds were the ones reflecting on you as the words to start the end of this chapter came to your mind.
“Fury already showed you the files, and I already confessed to Kate. Are you underestimating me that much?”
“That’s not good enough reason for killing 16,000 people!” Wanda´s voice comes out as a scream, making some people to make some distance from herself. “That’s not something Peter or Namor would want for you! Did you really had to kill May and Bobby to reach your goal!?”
Please don’t hate them so much. Namor’s words only made the roots in your heart sting.
“How can I be fair if I start making exceptions from the beginning? Their deaths won’t be in vain.” You said nonchalantly.
“You said you would protect those who couldn’t protect themselves! You swore you wouldn’t kill without any good reason! This is not a good enough reason, and it doesn’t make any fucking sense!”
“It makes sense, and it has a cause as well. If you don’t understand or approve it… It isn’t my problem anymore.”
“What sense does it make to kill people to protect us!?” You feel your chest aching as the frustration in her voice becomes more noticeable. “We protect people, we do not kill them Y/N! We have the power to protect them so that’s why we do it! You can’t kill everyone just to achieve something as worthless as that.”
Wanda. Natasha.
“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” The harshness in your voice made her take a step back. “It is so easy for you to undermine everyone’s effort because you can do what everyone already does, isn’t it?” You said with a distant tone.
I´m sorry. I don’t now what else to do to make it all stop.
“What the hell are you talking about!?” Wanda was blindsided by your words. A lot of questions were forming around her head, but she didn’t have any answer to any of them. Since when were you feeling this way?
“You could turn your wrist or snap your fingers and you could turn the world around as you see fit…”
I thought I had the strength to face whatever it came my way as long as I were with you both, but I’m so tired of having this much blood in my hands…
For the first time in months, you finally looked at her. And for the first time in months, she saw you.
The woman that had appeared in front of her and Natasha a year ago was nowhere to be found. You had the same hair and the same eyes, you had the same pointing ears and the same wrinkles around your eyes, but the look you had, was nowhere near the proudest and righteous person she had given her heart to.
“Wanda, can you hear me? Where are you both? I don’t see you.” Natasha’s voice came through the comm, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. The tone of your skin was paler as the clothes that once were hers and Natasha now were fitting you looser than before. But what finally broke her heart was the disdain plastered in your eyes. You were right in front of her but there was no track of the love of her life in there. Right now, the only thing she was seeing was a shell of your former self.
"Are you trying to break the will of others to do something that you would be able to do?”
I’m tired of sending the souls of the people I care to the other side. How long, before it will be the turn of either of the two of you?
With numbness in your heart, you looked at her with your gaze completely lost. This was the final step to finally begin with the final act. There would be no coming back after today, and there was no coming back after the lives you had already taken.
“Detka, please just listen to me…” Wanda pleaded with desperation in her voice, but not even her trembling body made you back down.
We keep entrusting our lives to people that only see us as weapons and will turn their backs from us the moment we make a mistake.
You saw the way the snow was resting softly against her soft hair and how beautiful she looked, as her cheeks were now completely flushed from the low temperatures the weather was providing. Some part of you wished you could also see Natasha for the last time, but you were grateful she wasn´t here right now. Would you change your mind if the both of you were here with you?
The group, you both, keep putting your trust in them…
“Are you The Scarlet Witch because you are Wanda Maximoff? Or are you Wanda Maximoff because you are The Scarlet Witch?”
That’s why I can’t trust any of you, so I have to do this alone.
“Stop…”
“If I were you and had your powers, would you think the same about my stupid resolve?” You looked at your hands as the roots started to grow around your fingers, but not even they could stop you from making your final move. “I have decided what I want to do with my life. You can mock this leap of faith I’m making; I’m not expecting anyone’s approval.”
When you noticed Natasha’s presence getting closer, you decided it was already time to go away. Without waiting for any response, you looked at Wanda for the last time before finally removing yourself from their lives. You took in the way her teary eyes were looking at you and the way her freezing breath came out of her mouth, you notice the way her lips were moving trying to look for the right words, and how her eyes fading away the beautiful green just to become completely green.
This is the decision I’ve made and the leap of faith I’m making.
“Y/N! Wait! Malysh!” You look at Natasha and how she’s struggling to get to you between the crowd, but for the first time in months, you were grateful it was ending this way.
I don’t want to save the world; I just want to save just my people.
The roots and flowers on your chest were struggling to comprehend the consistency between your actions and your emotions. Turning around you started to walkaway leaving Natasha to deal with the people surrounding her and Wanda standing up in the middle of the street looking as you walk away. Your senses peak the moment you feel Wanda’s magic to surround her but the only way they could stop you now is if they stop your heart, and for that, you are also prepared.
“You can arrest me or kill me for all I care… That would also make sense...”
“Wanda told me I could find you here.”
Natasha looked over her shoulder and after seeing the identity of the man, she returned to look the name of the grave inf front of her.
“So, how are you hanging on?”
“Is Tony Stark showing care for someone else apart from himself?” She said, her face full of apathy.
“I won’t take it personally Romanoff, don’t worry.”
Tony took of his coat and sat next to Natasha. The past few months had been difficult for everyone with the numerous losses and funerals they had attended, and your defection from the group was the lowest punch they had received. The union they once had was now completely nonexistent as Thor and Loki decided to return to Asgard and Clint decided to leave to be with his family. Steve went back to Wakanda to help Bucky find amore peaceful life and Wanda and Natasha were lost without you. They wouldn’t even spend time together anymore as they both decided it was best to go to every mission the got with the hope they would see you, even if it was on the contrary side of the law, but even that would be enough for them.
“I don’t need your bullshit right now.”
“God, you need to take care of your words, we have minors here.”
“How can you be like this after everything that has happened?” Natasha started to play with the grass under her shoes. She would play with everything just to avoid the concern in Tony’s eyes.
“I’m not.” Tony let out a sigh before looking at the grave. “I’m mad and I feel useless. I have made many armors, but it seems that not matter how many I make it would never be enough to protect the people I care. I have the greatest artificial intelligence in the world, and I couldn’t even get enough information about that mission…” When Tony’s voice quivered Natasha finally looked at the man in front of her but as it was now days, the shell of the man she once knew too. “There´s not a single day that I don’t feel guilt about his death. Maybe if he hadn’t died Y/N would still be here. Thor would be still here… Steve would be here…”
Not knowing what to do or say, the only thing Natasha did was resting her head against Tony shoulder as both kept staring at the grave.
In loving memory of Peter Parker,
The best nephew. The best friend. The best hero.
The amazing Spider-Man“We all have powers of one kind or another.”
A/N: I hope you all like this.
Dividers & final image: @/jaysdividers
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On a single night
Summary: One night between you and Wanda changed everything. Now, your relationship will end up in tears or wedding bells.
Relationship: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader - Mentions of Kate Bishop x Female!reader
Warnings: Minors DNI! Fluff, angst, idiots in love, smut, implied smut anyway, alcohol, language, implied lost of virginity, strap on usage, drama, Avenger reader.
Author's note: Hello there guys, so this is a story I just finished while I work on a request and another one. I hope you guys like this one, remember English is not my mother tongue so i apologise for the funny mistakes.
I'm really enjoying this far too much, so if there are any requests...
The first time it happened it was at a party.
One of Tony Stark’s parties, of course.
Those things were like Las Vegas, whatever happened at a Tony Stark’s party, stays at a Tony Stark’s party. That was the rule, that was why Wanda never thought nothing of it.
Wanda had always thought you were the most beautiful woman to ever grace the earth with her presence. By the gods, you were just stunning and after Wanda heard you talk, laugh, and fight she was more than a little fascinate by you. There was one issue though, actually two: first, you were best friends, and best friends didn’t get romantically involve. And second, you were a flirt. A womanizer.
That particular day, on that particular party though…everything changed.
Wanda’s dream came true.
You had come in with the black suit Tony had given to you for your birthday, with your hair falling freely on your back exuding confidence with a know-it-all smirk in place, eager to just go out there and dance your way around the guests. Wanda knew how this parties usually ended for you, with a girl by your side before the both of you disappeared leaving Wanda empty and miserable.
It was always like that.
Wanda let her eyes wandered on your form, your eyes sparkling with mirth as Tony and Pietro argued and you just said one or two words to keep the arguing going.
“You should close your mouth and stop staring; it’s getting too obvious. And embarrassing.” Natasha Romanoff offered a drink to Wanda who didn’t hesitate to take it and drank it in a single gulp.
“Easy there, Maximoff, this is no water.” Natasha studied the young woman beside her, before she let her eyes wandered to your laughing form.
“God, I shouldn’t have come.” Wanda mumbled turning away from the scene the moment you caught the attention of one of the new recruits from Shield.
Natasha pursed her lips, noticing how your eyes linger in the form of Wanda. It was a game they had been playing for quite some time, and the wagers were high on who would give in first.
“I think you should stop watching from afar and go right there.” Natasha commented shrugging, “that’s what I would do.”
“Easy for you to say so, you’re like sex on legs.” Wanda rolled her eyes when Natasha shot her a look that demand some explanation. “That’s how Y/N refers to you.”
Natasha snorted, “she is a flirt, I give you that but…she is also a fluffy mess, romantic by heart. And loyal.”
This was not the first time the both of them had this conversation, Wanda might be attracted to you, but her main fear was the fact that you were a complete, and utter flirt. You were charming, easy going, and quite the talkative woman; you attracted the attention of both women and men. And while it was quite obvious your preferences were for women, no one was sure if you were ready or even like the prospect of a serious relationship.
And Wanda was not ready to share, and she certainly didn’t want to share you.
But you didn’t know that, and Wanda was not about to tell you that because she wasn’t sure she would take the rejection quite well. She could deal with you sleeping around as long as she knew she was still your best friend by heart, that she got the chance to snuggle to you whenever she had a nightmare. That she had the privilege of seeing your real smile, or your wistful eyes.
You laughed again whispering something in the recruit’s ear, the woman blushed deeply nodding at you. Wanda glanced away the moment you noticed her, and without even giving a glance back to the recruit you made your way to Wanda and Natasha.
“I think I’m leaving…” Wanda started but Natasha offered her that strained smile she usually wore when something was about to happen.
“Too late.” She mumbled, then her whole face broke into one big grin. “Y/N!”
“Nat!” You engulfed the woman in a tight hug, “you guys are late! Where have you been? I’ve put up with Pietro alone for far too long, he is throwing off my groove!”
“Hey! I’m not! If anything, it is you the one throwing off my groove.” Pietro pushed you lightly. “That girl was so into me…”
You rolled your eyes amused before settling them on Wanda, the young woman offered a tiny smile that your returned with one of your own. You stepped forward stretching your hand out for her, Wanda hesitated for a moment before taking it, you winked at her bowing your head letting your lips brushed against her knuckles.
“Damn, Little Witch, you look stunning today.” You said with a voice that was so different to the one you had used moments ago. “You came here with someone in mind?”
Wanda dipped her head her lips curling slightly and a flush on her cheeks; a sight you thought was adorable on her.
“I…no, just…” Wanda stammered before giggling. “I just wanted to have fun.”
You beamed at her, “that’s the right answer, then if you don’t mind…can I have the first dance?”
Natasha watched the interaction with growing amusement. Wanda was right, you were a flirt by heart, however you were a different kind of flirt and person whenever Wanda was nearby. You softened completely, your attention completely on her, your eyes twinkling happily while you devoted everything to make sure Wanda felt special. How did Wanda miss all the signs was beyond Natasha’s comprehension, she only knew that if the both of you didn’t stop dancing around one another this could end with a broken heart.
Wanda could say no to you, so she said yes.
You two danced into the night, and Wanda had never felt as happy as she was that night. Her heart was beating hard, her body tingling all over at your closeness the room was dark with flashing lights dancing around the dance floor. The alcohol and the dancing were getting to your head, your hand on her lower back, and your forehead against hers as you swing around at the rhythm of the music.
You didn’t know when it happened, the only thing you knew was that when it happened you held her tight your lips dancing around hers, your tongue asking for permission before you got a taste of Wanda. In the blink of an eye, the both of you were stumbling over your room…
Wanda knew the moment she leaned in she would end up with a broken heart.
You kissed her as if she was the only person in the world that matter, your hands were mapping out her body guiding her with tenderness until you had her where you wanted it. Wanda tried to hold back her moans, to quiet down her whimpers but it was impossible when your mouth and fingers worked around her body making her feel pleasure mixed with affection.
Wanda couldn’t stop saying your name, and she made sure to just said that and not scare you off by confessing just how in love she was with you. The young woman came undone when your voice reached her out, her fingers working inside her as you whisper her name, her nickname…
“Come for me, Wanda, scream my name, Little Witch…”
It was heaven.
And you gave her that heaven until the break of dawn.
By morning, Wanda was pretty sure she was in hell.
She got dressed in record time, you were still fast asleep with a half-smile on your lips. Wand felt tears pricking on her eyes, her heart breaking just a little at the mistake she made. A drunken night of pure bliss, only to have the rest of her life to regret it. With one last glance at you, Wanda left.
Wanda never mentioned that night. You had been hurt but decided to respect her decision.
After all…
…what happened at Tonys’ party, stayed at Tony’s party.
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The second time it happened, she had been crying.
It had been a month since Tony’s party. You were left hurting, wondering what had happened what you had done wrong to have Wanda run on you, and then ignored you. You loved and hated that night, you loved it because you get to be with Wanda, but you hated it because it messed with your friendship.
She had been avoiding you, no longer did she answer your messages or waited for you at breakfasts. Your training sessions were now with Pietro, and your missions had been fixed so you ended up with Sam or alone.
It hurt.
It broke your heart in so many pieces you thought it was not fair. You could take this from everyone but Wanda.
You knew Wanda was off limits.
She was your best friend, she was everything to you and even if you felt an ounce of attraction for her, her friendship was more important than anything else. And now…You tried to forget about it by going out, Pietro was usually your wingman the way you were his.
It was fun, whenever you two weren’t on a mission or training you were out, and it ended up with you bringing over a girl or coming back to the compound late in the morning. It was easier, to just go out and forget the fact you had a taste of what it was to be with Wanda. Only to have it ripped out in the cruelest way.
This went on for over a month, and in all this time Wanda would just look from afar. Never once did she mentioned that night, and whenever you were about to say something, the only thing she said was she had been drunk and didn’t remember anything.
Which was even worse because a part of you had to wonder if perhaps you took advantage of her and that was the reason as to why she had been ignoring you after that day.
“While I have been enjoying you whoring yourself out in the last couple of weeks,” Fury said dryly rolling his eye when you and Pietro giggled like idiots, “I need you to focus on this mission.”
“Right, get the girl make her fall in love with me and then…” You trailed off when your eyes fell on Wanda, the young woman was looking at you with her jaw clenched.
Your eyes dropped for a moment, then you turned to Fury.
“Try to not fall in love with her, anything else?” You asked feeling those green eyes on you.
Fury sighed, he hated dealing with young adults. More so if they were as insufferable as you and Pietro.
“You don’t have to sleep with her…” Clint started, and you just stood up.
“I know. I want to.” You said shrugging, then taking the file you left. “She looks hot.”
Wanda sat there for a long time, her eyes itching with unshed tears.
The mission went smoothly, and as it turned out the young woman you had been ordered to protect and to date was a nice woman. An heir to a great fortune, lost her father on the attack against New York and her mother had been involved with the mob. She was a great fighter, so not as useless or as damsel in distress as you thought her to be.
Kate Bishop turned out to be quite a catch.
And what ended like a mission, in the end was looking to be something else.
Both of you had started a semi relationship, she was unsure of what she wanted, and you were opened to the options. It was a win-win situation. And of course, everyone ended up knowing what was happening.
“Damn, she is hot.” Pietro sighed putting his feet on top of the table. “I really find it so unfair you always ended up with the best missions.”
You snorted fixing your clothes, you were supposed to meet Kate at a dinner party. Something about big money and investors, and then the night was for the both of you. You were ready for her, packed and horny.
“So, how do I look?” You turned to Pietro stretching your hands, Pietro pursed his lips leaning in.
“As someone that’s going to get lucky tonight.”
“Damn right I am.” You winked getting your keys and making your way to the door, you were about to text Kate when you realized you didn’t have your phone on you. “Fuck, where is my phone?”
Soon the both of you dismantled your room without any results, you mused over when you last used it until you remember. The library.
It was there where you found her.
She had her legs against her chest, her back resting against the wall while she glanced out of the window with tears falling down her face. She was sobbing, shivering while trying to hold back the sorrow she was experiencing.
Your heart broke.
If there was something you never wanted it, was for Wanda to suffered or to cry and be this miserable. Without thinking about it twice you approached her, she was so distracted she never noticed until you were kneeling right beside her.
“Wanda? Hey, Little Witch, what happened?” Wanda jerked away from her stupor, she tried to wipe away her tears, but her movements were slow, and her hands were trembling.
“I’m not…It’s not…”
“Of course, it is.” You leaned in, your hand caressing her cheek with tenderness. “What happened?”
“Nothing, you can go.” She tried to say firmly, but her voice broke, and new tears form in her eyes.
You leaned closer, your arms wrapping around her shoulders pulling her to you. In that instant she wrapped her arms around you sobbing on your neck, just as you sat down pulling her to your lap.
“Hey, baby, come on, what is it, Wanda? What happened?” You whispered caressing her hair rocking her tenderly, your hand brushing her red locks. “It’s okay, Little Witch, it’s okay. I’m here.”
You forgot about everything and everyone, the only thing that matter to you at the moment was the woman in your arms. Her hands caressed the hairs on your neck, her sobs slowing down with your hand making soothing circles on her back. It seemed as if she was getting a hold of herself, and you put her closed to you.
You tensed when she stiffened in your arms.
You forgot about the strap on you had put early on. Wanda stopped the movements of her hands, she straightened up and her face was a mixture of tears and embarrassment and something else you didn’t know how to name.
“I’m sorry, your date…” She started but you offered a single smile, your hand moving up to brush away her hair from her face.
“It’s okay, Little Witch, you come first.” You whispered and then it happened.
Wanda leaned in kissing you slowly, tenderly and her hands went down your torso to your crotch. You moaned into her mouth as she shifted until she was straddling you. The both of you struggled for a moment, but soon you had Wanda whimpering and thrusting her hips your eyes darkening at the sight of Wanda riding you placing needy kisses on your lips.
You couldn’t look away from her, but Wanda had her eyes closed biting her lower lip as she rode you hard.
“Wanda…” your voice rough, deep with desired your hand sliding down until you could feel her clit engorged and begging to be touch. Your finger flickered around it, Wanda screamed out and this time it was your name escaping her lips. You smiled doing it again, and again until Wanda crashed her lips to yours and came a second and a third time.
This time around she didn’t run, but she didn’t speak either. Your questions went unanswered and then you were left alone pondering what hell was happening. Wanda was back to her room crying for her inability to be far away from you, for not letting you affect her the way you did.
You two didn't speak afterwards.
Wanda left and you didn't find your phone.
You met Kate the next day, she had been mad but understanding. You felt guilty, because the young woman standing in front of you was amazing, and at another time, at another circumstance, you would have fallen in love with her.
Kate had understood, your best friend was crying and she needed it you. She knew you lost your phone, and that you needed Stark to locate it, which she found funny seeing as your phone was part of your job. She accepted everything without doubting you for a second.
You felt awful.
One thing was to sleep around, another thing was to play with someone like Kate. So after a couple of days, you ended things with her, and Kate while affected, was juts the type of woman you knew she was.
"I suppose this was going to happen sooner or later," Kate lowered her gaze, the corner of her mouth tense and you could see how her eyes gleamed with unshed tears.
"Why do you say that?" You asked her a little affronted, the other woman chuckled shaking her head.
"You seemed to be in love with someone else," Kate shrugged then leaned in winking at you, "I foolishly thought I could help you forget."
Your eyes opened wide at the revelation, you opened your mouth and then closed it.
"I'm not… I don't think…" you scowled glaring at a laughing Kate. "I don’t think I have someone…"
Kate threw her arms around you, her body pressed to yours and the young woman let out a sob burying her face on your neck. You hugged her back, and of course you never noticed Wanda watching from afar.
When you two parted, Kate kissed you softly. Her tears fresh on her face.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, when the time is right you will know.” She said offering a tiny smile you returned.
"Kate, I know it's not fair but we can be friends. I want to be your friend.”
"Oh, we are! You're not getting rid of me that easily." The young woman smiled winking at you. "I told you, didn't I? I want to be an Avenger."
You laughed wrapping your arm around her shoulders shaking your head.
" No, I remembered you specifically telling me you wanna be Hawkeye, who unfortunately, is already taken."
"I can be the legacy!" Kate exclaimed.
"He has children!"
And at that moment you knew the both of you were going to be okay. While you enjoyed the fact that lovers to friends was possible, Wanda felt as her life just ended. It was always like that when she saw you in another’s arms.
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The third time it happened…
… you almost died.
It was a mission like any other.
Everyone was in position; the building had been surrounded and the last report said there was not an enhanced fighter inside. Only those who had become addicted to the serum, your eyes went to the watch on your wrist. One minute.
The last couple of weeks had been hard. You and Wanda had drifted apart, it was as if being intimated with her had done more damage than become the opportunity to bring the both of you together.
It was frustrating, really.
You couldn't shake the memory of her from your head. Her eyes so bright and expressive, pupils dilated mouth hanging open, harsh breathing as she came undone in your fingers, with you inside her.
"You okay?" A hand on your forearm, your gaze lifted to find Natasha there frowning with concern in her eyes.
"Yes."
The other woman pursed her lips, she knew you were lying. Things had not been okay with you ever since Tony’s party.
But this was not the time to talk about it
Before Natasha could say something an explosion was heard.
"The cover is blown!! Something is happening/"
Everything went to hell from then on.
They knew they were coming; it was a trap.
You lowered your mask to your face, giving Natasha a wink before jumping into action. You were fighting, you were winning until you were not.
Wanda screamed.
It was all it took for you to knock out the man you were fighting with and spurred into action. The witch was on her knees hands on her head while another crazed woman was pointing her fingers at her wisps of white electricity coming from her fingers to Wanda’s head.
“You messed with the wrong witch.” You said with black energy forming around your hands pushing the other woman away from Wanda, you went right to Wanda who was crying holding her head tightly.
You pulled her to you crawling her in your arms. You were so focused on her you never noticed the other fighter; it was too late. You heard a bang, a blinding pain through your body.
Wanda opened her eyes, she was speaking, tears on her eyes and then…everything went black.
****
Wanda didn’t leave your side for days.
She would always be there holding your hand, hearing the medical reports, telling you all about the daily life at the Compound. The only moment she would leave your side was when your girlfriend Kate was over.
Wanda didn’t want to see how the other woman would talk about the both of you, how incredible you two were. Wanda didn’t want to hear how she lost you to another person. So, she usually left without a word.
But, whenever she was back, Wanda tried to gather the courage to tell you she was in love with you. That you were the only person she thought about every day, that no one, and she meant no one before you had ever touched her the way you did. You were her first in so many aspects, Wanda was afraid to confess. She wished things were different, that you and she were possible…
…Wanda knew it was not possible.
She was so afraid that you would realize she was not the one you wanted.
“Just wake up, please.” Wanda wished she didn’t feel so much, she wished you hadn’t made your way into her heart and she could only love you.
By the third week, in one cold night you took a deep breath.
Wanda woke up startled, her hand on yours her puffy eyes red and green glancing at you hopefully. You groaned trying to talk but your throat was dry, the effort to form words made it impossible for you to say much.
Everything was rushed afterwards, the doctors came in to check on you, then there was the team, your friends, your family and in all this time Wanda never left your side, not even once.
That was until Kate Bishop came rushing in throwing the door open making you jumped in the bed and she threw herself at you before checking for herself nothing had happened.
“What.the.hell.were.you.thinking.” Each word was accentuated with a slap on your arm, you winced, though you couldn’t help the curl in your lips. “Don’t answer, I’m pretty sure you weren’t thinking at all…”
“Miss me much?”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Ah, but I’m your favourite idiot.” You replied tilting your head, Kate snorted hitting you again and soon the conversation changed, your eyes flickered to where Wanda had been sitting only to see the chair empty.
“She always leaves whenever I come by.” Kate followed your stare, settling her eyes on you. “I don’t think she likes me that much.”
“Wanda? Why not?” You wondered puzzle, “I know I haven’t introduced you guys properly, but it’s just…For Wanda it takes time to get use to new people and…”
You trailed off when Kate shot you an incredulous stare, the young woman chuckled grabbing your hand in hers.
“I don’t think it is because she doesn’t know me, Y/N.” Kate could see the confusion in your face, the doubt in your eyes. It was in that moment Kate knew she had been trying to get in the way of something completely unique. Not that she knew, or was doing it on purpose, had she known the deepest of the feelings between them well….
“I don’t think I’m following.” You finally said shrugging. “You’re amazing, I’m pretty sure Wanda just needs time…”
“I think she just needs for me to stop touching you so much, and for you to start paying more attention to her.” Kate rolled her eyes, she glanced at her watch standing up before placing a kiss on the frown you were wearing at the moment. “Don’t be an idiot, and you better make a move before you miss your chance.”
Kate left.
You were left confused.
A part of you, the smart one, knew what Kate was talking about. Another part, the idiot one, was happy with believing it was nothing. That your friendship with Wanda was more important that whatever else might grow between you.
That same night you woke up.
You could hear someone singing, a warm hand grabbing yours tenderly. The voice was sweet, and the song was in another language you knew pretty well even though you didn’t speak it.
“Shh, sorry, did I wake you up?” Wanda leaned in caressing your head, her eyes gleaming strangely at you.
You stirred offering a tired smile before moving to the side, “it was worthy if I get to hear your voice singing like that, Little Witch. Come here.”
Wanda hesitated for a moment; she bit her lower lip before going in the bed with you. You smiled fixing your arm so she could snuggle closer, soon Wanda was resting on your shoulder, her body pressed tightly against yours.
“What were you singing?”
Wanda felt her heart beating so fast, her body warm and tingling all over. She wished this could be forever, that she could have you the way she wanted it without anything or anyone coming in the way. It was so comforting being in your arms, Wanda knew her heart was beating just for you and it broke her so deeply inside her soul knowing you were…that you could never see her under the same light.
“It was a lullaby,” she finally whispered, her hand on your abdomen. “Momma used to sing it to Pietro and me when the bombings started.”
You fixed your position to look into Wanda’s eyes, they almost never spoke about those times. You knew it was a painful memory for Wanda so you never pressed, but whenever Wanda felt like sharing it was because something was bothering her.
“Wanda, are you alright? Today you left so quick…” You started feeling as Wanda tensed looking away. “What is it?”
“I didn’t want to get in the way of your time with your girl.”
You blinked a couple of times confused; Wanda was still tensed in your arms avoiding your eyes.
“My girl? You mean, Kate?” You asked and before Wanda could stand up you brought her back until she was right in front of your face, your arm holding her tightly by the waist.
Wanda scowled at you, though her cheeks were red and her breathing hitched at the position.
“Wanda, you mean Kate?” You asked again, this time more forcefully demanding an answer from the other girl.
Wanda nodded curtly, and you broke into an easy smile. This was the reason Wanda had been so weird as of late? Was she jealous? Was it possible…? Did you dare to hope?
“Wanda, Kate is not my girl.” You explained slowly, observing as the expression on Wanda’s face changed little by little. “I mean, we were. But…I ended it. We are friends, nothing else.”
There was relief in her green eyes, but there was also fear and uncertainty. You thought perhaps this was it, this was the moment the both of you needed to finally get where you were supposed to be. So you leaned in and kiss the girl, slowly tentatively…
Wanda kissed you back, she threw her leg right above your thighs her crotch on your leg. It was in a matter of seconds, the both of you were breathing hard, she was practically on top of you humping your leg. You were tasting her, her moans, her pleasure as she whimpered for more.
The words were at the tip of your tongue when you saw her come undone right on top of you. And your heart almost stopped at how beautiful she looked. You didn’t say anything, though, you just hugged her putting her to you until you both fall asleep.
The next day, you woke up alone.
This time around, there were tears in your eyes.
But you didn’t know exactly why you were crying.
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The fourth time it happened you were complete and utterly mad; Wanda was too drunk and it ended up before it could begin.
The party was supposed to happen at a club, it was an inauguration the best business in town were making and the Avengers were the guests of honour. The place was packed and everyone that was somebody in the city was there. You couldn’t help the amusement in your face when Peter came by with a seal on his hand.
“I don’t get it! I’m old enough to fight aliens, and monsters and crime but not old enough to drink!”
Everyone laughed, you passed your arm around Peter still amused by the whole thing.
“Kid, when you’re ready I personally would bring you here to get you waste.” You winked but Peter merely rolled his eyes.
“Right, just so I wake up to a video of me singing in some karaoke bar with a pair of panties in my head!”
“That only happened once, and in our defence, Pietro is too easy.” You laughed as the other man pushed you lightly, the group was sitting around in the VIP longue watching the dance floor an enjoy the drinks.
The group was growing big, and you were enjoying being a part of the family. The conversation went around, and in all this time, you couldn’t stop watching at Wanda who had been so focused on her avoidance of you. It was almost too painful to watch.
It hurt so much to not really know what was happening between you. One day you were okay, you talk and you laugh and it was like nothing had happened, then the next she would just leave.
“You know, I think you have some drool over here…” Tony teased leaning in to wipe the invisible droll on your mouth.
You slapped his hand away rolling your eyes, “I’m not drooling.”
Tony hummed setting back against the chair, everyone was busy holding conversations or just drinking. Wanda was talking with Natasha, though her eyes had been drifting from time to time to the dance floor and the bar before going back to meet your stare. In those moments, your heart would flip with only those green eyes ever present in your mind.
The music blasted through the speakers; Tony cocked his head to you knowing full well in the last couple of months you had changed. It was something so obvious. Or perhaps it wasn’t. Everyone knew you Y/N L/N were a flirt, and kind of a womanizer; you didn’t need to put too much of an effort in doing so. You were charismatic, beautiful, intelligent, strong, independent, and a celebrity.
There were times in which you enjoyed being the centre of attention, while some others you loved your solitude. In all these scenarios though, there had always been on constant ever since their arrival to the Avengers family. And that was Wanda Maximoff.
Tony thought you would change; it was quite obvious you were attracted to the younger woman but as time passed it was friendship that blossomed first. It was a good friendship, sometimes you needed someone bringing you down to earth, and Wanda was just perfect for the job. Time progressed and, again, it was quite evident something was bound to happen.
But it never did.
Until recently.
And now, it would either end in tears or bells.
Tony was betting for bells. Regardless of how heartless he showed himself to the world, these people were his family and the only thing he wanted for them was happiness.
“You should go to her,” Tony finally said to you, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes, “this game has been going on for far too long, but something is going to happen and it could be either good or bad for you.”
The music filled the place, Wanda shot you one last glance before she took the hand of Natasha and Clint following them to the dance floor. You swallowed down your emotions, your lips breaking into a bittersweet smile.
“How long have you known?” You asked in a whisper, Tony pursed his lips pretending to be thinking hard about the answer.
“Ever since we brought the twins to the compound.”
You snorted leaning back on the chair, “I found out about five months ago.”
“You were always kinda slow for these things, Y/N.” Tony replied amused, you snickered glancing back at him.
“I’m scared, Tony.” You finally revealed, the irony of you having this conversation with Stark in a bar didn’t go amiss but you continued speaking because if there was someone who could understand that would be Tony.
“I know.” Tony sighed passing a glass of bourbon to you before taking his. “but if you continue being afraid perhaps you will lose something that would be impossible to recover.”
“I don’t want to lose her, Tony. She is…gods, she is just Wanda, you know?” You clenched your eyes closed, hearing the laughter from the man sitting by your side. “She has been my friend since forever and now…I just…”
Tony straightened up turning to you, he took off his glasses and drown the whisky in a single gulp. You arched a brow at him, imitating his actions until you were face to face.
“Do you love her?” The question was direct, it was either a yes or a no.
You didn’t think it twice, “I do. I love her.”
Tony nodded then he leaned in, “are you in love with her?”
This time around you hesitated, the question was different it held a whole new set of meaning that you hadn’t been ready to explore a few days ago. But now…
“I am.” You let go dropping your shoulders, your eyes growing big at the revelation.
Tony smirked at you leaning back, “then don’t waste more of your time chasing after stupid meaningless things. Go to her because that young woman has been in love with you since you said hi to her.”
You chuckled lowering the glass on the table. The fear was still there, but there was also determination. You stood up turning around and following the rest of the group to the dance floor.
Things, however, were not so easy.
You found Wanda.
She wasn’t alone, though.
It was as if time stood still, your eyes watched for a moment as she danced alongside the young man. She was teasing him, you could tell this was all about leading the man on until Wanda would just rejected him in a fit of giggles and flirty stares. The man seemed partially amused, and partially annoyed. You swallowed down your emotions, you and Wanda were nothing more than friends and you had been doing this very same thing since forever.
The right thing to do was to…do nothing. Wanda had never…
You clenched your eyes closed; your fist closed tightly at your sides. The surged of energy running through your body at the mere thought you could lose her, that Wanda might find someone that wasn’t you. That wasn’t as undecided or insecure as you were about the both of you.
“Y/N you better go over there before Wands splashes the man against the wall,” You heard a voice behind you, you turned sharply to see Pietro glancing knowingly at you. “He is getting touchy, and she is already flashing red…”
You furrowed your brows returning your eyes to the scene to see Pietro was right, the young man dancing with Wanda was trying to get to her. His hands were hard against her waist and arm, and Wanda was already giving him a dangerous smile while her eyes were gleaming red.
You were about to go when a hand around your bicep stopped you, you turned to see Pietro looking at you.
“You are my best friend in the whole universe, Y/N.” He started slowly, then he dropped his voice in a threatening tone. “But if you hurt her, I’m going to kill you.”
You laughed giving him a brief hug, “If I hurt her, I’ll kill myself.”
You took of sprinting towards Wanda and his touchy dancer, Pietro crossed his arms looking back at Natasha and Clint.
“You guys owe me 100 bucks.”
******
“Come on! I know a place…” The young man trailed off, his eyes flickering to you in confusion.
“I know a place too,” you said grabbing his hand and taking it away from Wanda’s hips. “It’s call hell, and I can give you a one-way ticket there, if you want.”
“What the hell?!” The man tried to jerk his arm away but your grip on his arm was hard, Wanda gasped putting her own hands on you.
“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Wanda slurred out; you furrowed your brows turning to her then to the man until you let him stagger back falling on his ass.
“Are you drunk?” You asked the anger you felt before was nothing compared to what you were feeling at the moment.
Wanda lifted her chin, crossing her arms while glancing at you defiantly.
“What if I am? You do it all the time!” Wanda huffed rolling her eyes, “you know what? Fuck it, I’m leaving. Go and fuck one of your many friends, I bet it won’t take you more than a minute to get one.”
You caught up with Wanda at the back exit of the building, the cold air of night hit you straight on the face and the sound of the music kept on buzzing in your ears.
“Wanda! Wait!” You ran to her and soon found yourself thrown against the closest wall.
You had always known Wanda was powerful, you knew there were times in which she held back for fear of losing control of her powers. But at the moment she was very much in control of everything, you could barely move your breath hitched as your eyes found those of Wanda.
“Wait for what? Uhm?” Wanda leaned closer to you, and the breath filled with alcohol hit you hard. “What should I wait for? That was a nice guy, you know? I have every right to go out and have fun and pick up someone and fuck them all night long!”
You clenched your jaw glaring at the woman in front of you, “no you don’t.”
Wanda furrowed her brows letting go of you, “what do you mean?”
The young witch found herself pressed against the wall, her hands around your head and neck while she wrapped a single leg around you. You drank in her moan, your mouth devouring hers your hands touching every single inch of skin you could reach in a darkened alley. In that single moment you understood, and you smile into the kiss without knowing the demons lurking inside Wanda’s mind.
“No!”
You were pushed back once more, this time around you were ready, and you stopped before you could hit anything. Wanda had her eyes closed, her back against the wall and tears rolling down her cheeks.
“I can’t…I can’t…Y/N I can’t do it again, because every time I do a little piece of me breaks and…”
Wanda let herself be hugged by you, she pressed her face to your chest and held onto you sobbing lightly. You held her tenderly, your hand drawing circles on her back.
“I’m sorry, I just…let me take you home.”
It was not the moment; it was not the time.
The ride home was done in silence, and when you two arrived at the compound Wanda left without looking back.
You sat in the car for a long time, the night had been so full of revelations and emotions. It had been a roller-coaster.
Are you in love with her?
You were.
You really were in love with Wanda Maximoff.
And now, all that was left for you was to make sure you wouldn’t lose her.
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The fifth time it happened…it was magical.
The task was simple, to make sure you convince Wanda whatever it was happening between the both of you was real. You were not there for the sex, and you certainly were not there for the rush; what you felt for Wanda was something you had felt for a long time ago but that you had pushed out of your mind for fear to mess up with your friendship with her.
You set to work on your plan as soon as morning arrived.
Wanda came to the kitchen to find a bouquet of flowers with her name on it, there it was warm breakfast and a pair of aspirins and a glass of water. She clenched her eyes closed, the pain of what had happened the night before was still fresh in her heart; but she couldn’t help but melt at the gesture. Your signature was obvious in these little details, it wasn’t the first time you did it and for details like this one Wanda had fallen in love with you.
Vision came into the kitchen with a huge package, he placed it right in the kitchen counter offering Wanda a smile.
“Wanda, I was instructed by Y/N to make sure you received this.” Vision pointed to the box, Wanda glanced at it with curiosity and some apprehension. “She said it was vital for you to use this today.”
“Use? What is it?” Wanda stood up moving to the box, Vision made a face of uncertainty.
“I’m afraid I didn’t ask, but Y/N was quite excited for you to receive it and see your reaction.”
Wanda let out a chuckled, her hands trembling as she undo the knot and open the box. The gasp that left her lips made Vision glanced at her with curiosity. This was the outfit she had dreamt of for a very long time, she had been saving to get the jacket and the boots which were beyond what she could afford at the moment. There was a dress, black with red flowers. Wanda never thought you would remember.
Something inside Wanda broke a little, why was so difficult to just get you out of her head? Why did you insist on doing something so nice only to stump on her heart later?
“Woah, look at that,” Pietro came right in glancing at the contents in the box, “isn’t that the jacket you were dying to buy the other day?”
Wanda pressed her lips together nodding, Pietro placed a hand on her shoulder Wanda looked up to see her brother smiling down at her.
“Good, then go and change because your drive will be here soon to take you to your destination.” He smiled, and his eyes gleamed knowingly at his sister.
“What do you mean?” Wanda was getting confused by the moment, Pietro leaned in so Wanda was the only one who could hear him, even though there was only Vision and them in the kitchen.
“Y/N has something special for you.” Pietro could see as Wanda stiffened under his hand, the young woman looked away shaking her head but before she could do or say something Pietro stopped her. “Little sister, it is about time for you to stop dancing around, Y/N it’s a little dense and you need to stop suffering in silence.”
“Pietro, I don’t think…”
“Then don’t.” Pietro said pushing her playfully. “Y/N really outdo herself this time around, so I really hope you get ready because the ride would be here in over an hour.”
*****
Your breath was taken away by the sight before you.
Wanda had put on the clothes you had given her, fixing her hair in a ponytail and light make up on her you were just charmed by her. You smiled nervously knowing that day would be the day everything between the both of you would change.
“So, I’m here, what is all of this?” Wanda sounded tired, but also curious. She couldn’t help but give you a quick glance over, her flustered expression hidden away by the light scowl on her face. “Y/N about last night…”
“You heart broke every time you and I spent the night together.” You said softly coming to her, your hands grabbing hers. “Why?”
Wanda clenched her jaw looking away from you, she tried to let go of your hands, but you didn’t let her. You sought her eyes in yours, and soon you found yourself captivate by those green eyes.
“Isn’t it enough for you to know that being like that with you breaks my heart?”
You weren’t mean to start the day like this, the conversation was reserved for the surprised you were preparing back at the compound. You offered a tender smile; you freed your hand to brush her cheek and Wanda closed her eyes as if every touch was torture to her. It probably was. You were such an idiot.
“Let me fix my mistakes, Wanda.” You whispered offering a tiny smile, “let me show you, your heart can be healed and that…I will never break it ever again.”
Wanda furrowed her brows, and her eyes glanced at you with a hint of hope in them. You leaned in placing a soft kiss on her lips, your hand intertwined with hers.
“Now, let’s go, I got us VIP passes to the rides in the park.”
Wanda found herself falling in love with you all over again.
The both of you spent the day in the amusement park, going from ride to ride and game to game laughing and talking about everything and anything. Whatever happened between you in the past, whatever had happened to make Wanda miserable was soon forgotten when you just looked at her. When you dedicated every single glance, and smile and words to her.
Your hand against hers, your body closed to hers… it was perfect.
Night had already fallen, Wanda was laughing at some absurdity you were telling her and her laughter made your heart shrank with emotions you were no longer afraid to feel.
“I think it’s getting late,” you said enjoying the disappointment that crossed those green eyes, “but the night is still young, Little Witch, and I still have a surprised for you.”
“You do?” Wanda asked leaning in, you nodded winking at her.
“Always.” You grabbed her hand and dragged her to the parking lot, there was a black bike there with two helmets, you wriggle your eyebrows at her passing one of them to her.
“You don’t think I’m going in that thing with you driving, do you?” Wanda was looking a little unsure about it, you pouted sitting on the bike.
“Don’t you trust me?” You directed the pout to her, your eyes begging to her and Wanda hated her weakness.
“I do.” She mumbled biting her lower lip, you grabbed her hand pulling her to you.
“Then trust me we will be home, and then…” You let the words hanging in the air, Wanda sighed putting the helmet on her.
“If I die, I will come back to hunt your ass.”
You laughed starting the bike, “It’s a deal, Little Witch.”
The compound was made into a great terrain surrounded by mountains, a great forest, and a plateau ready to be used as the headquarters of the Avengers. In the middle of all of this was a great lake, it was the natural border between the forest and the main building and when mornings were cold it was a sight to behold.
You knew Tony had made a small hut, with a harbour right at the other side of the lake. Far away from the lights of the city, or for the watching eyes of Friday. It wasn’t much, but it was a small piece of heaven you could offer Wanda. A private space in which you would say everything you had been holding back.
The night was warm, and the light of the stars and the moon reflected in the calm waters of the lake. Wanda was trembling, her heart beating fast and her body tingling in anticipation; you came to her from behind, your arms sneaking around her waist putting her to you.
“Y/N…” Your name was like a prayer on her lips, you smiled wondering why you had wait so long to this. To have her in your arms like this.
“Please, Y/N don’t…” Wanda disentangled her arms from her, turning around you could see the tears in her eyes.
“Wanda…”
Wanda put a finger to your lips, she clenched her eyes closed before opening them again.
“If this is a game just…walk away right now. I promise you we are still friends, and I may need some time apart, but we will be friends.” Wanda said and her voice was trembling as much as her body. “I can’t …. I don’t’ think I will be able to continue if this is a game…”
“How long have you been in love with me?” You asked without any preamble, Wanda gasped her cheeks burning in embarrassment.
“I…” She snorted looking away from you, taking a step back. “I don’t think…”
“Answer me.” You insisted rather forcefully, Wanda clenched her jaw glaring at you.
“Ever since you…” Wanda took a deep breath. “Ever since you said hi to me.”
You shook your head, passing a hand through your hair. Wanda put her arms around herself, the day that had started fairly okay was turning out to be a nightmare.
“I’ve been in love with you since you smiled at me that first morning.” You revealed letting go of the tension on your body, you locked your stare with hers stepping closer. “I knew that I wanted to keep that smile on you forever.”
“What?” Wanda whispered in disbelief, you shrugged cutting the distance wrapping your arms around her again.
“I’m in love with you, Wanda. I’m sorry it took me this long to realise all I wanted was you.”
“Y/N please don’t I just…I was happy with knowing what It was like to be with you, but I can’t not if this is…”
You cut her off with your lips on hers, it was a tender kiss that poured all the emotions you were experiencing at the moment. Her hands went to you, and Wanda was soon submitting to the kiss clinging to every touch, every sigh. When air was needed and you two parted, you pressed your forehead to hers.
“Gods, Wanda you are the only one…only you.” You whispered opening your eyes to let her see the truth behind your words. “I know I messed up, I know I’ve been around and I…I’m just a fool. But…believe me when I tell you, it’s you and only you, now and forever, if you let me?”
Wanda would like to say she was stronger than this, that she could just step back and said no. No because you had hurt her, because she had run away from the possibility of this being a reality and you just…not wanting to be there.
But she couldn’t.
And thus, the both of you kissed under the stars, and Wanda would forever remember the way you took her clothes off, how tender was your touch as you mapped out every single corner of her body, How your mouth taste and marked her skin as she whimper and whispered your name into the night.
The fifth time was magical.
And it was the moment in which the both of you sealed your destiny.
It was meant to be.
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You lost the count after the time number 200th.
It was crazy how things change in such a short amount of time, and after that night at the harbour your life had never been the same.
Wanda became your life, and you hers.
It took some time, but the both of you built a relationship around the hardships of being superheroes. You grew together, and separately always pushing one another to be better. You went through tears, and sorrow, happiness and nostalgia. And soon the world changed as well, new heroes came by and you and her were free to retire.
You turned around on the bed, your arms wrapping around the form of your wife. Wanda smiled softly biting her lips as your lips closed around her pulse point, your fingers dancing around the skin under her pj’s moving down to her shorts and making sure to sneak inside the waistband.
“Morning, Little Witch.” Her nickname always sounded right in your voice, she arched her back throwing a leg back right above your hips. “mmm, baby, are you ready for me?”
“Morning, love,” Wanda whispered her eyes fluttering open to find the picture of your wedding looking back at her. “I’m always ready for you, baby.”
You chuckled turning her around and leaning in to kiss her hard, Wanda chuckled into the kiss and everything was going according to your plan when the door of the room banged open and you and Wanda jumped away from one another.
“MOM! Billy messed up with my posters again!!” The little flash of blue jumped in the bed crossing his arms and pouting.
“IT’S A LIE! MOMMA!” Then in came Billy, followed closed by Sparky all of them jumping in the bed.
You held back your laughter at the pout on your wife’s face. The twins were arguing on the bed, while Sparky was barking like crazy.
You wouldn’t change anything in the world for this, for your family. Everything you and Wanda had lived up until this point was worth whatever interruption you get in the morning, the quickies you two enjoyed in the shower or the late nights helping with forgotten homework. Or the early morning making sure the twins and Wanda were doing fine.
Wanda sat up lifting a single hand to stop the bickering, you sat back putting her to you while lifting a single eyebrow at the boys.
“Now, we’re going to start from the beginning without arguing, Billy what happened?”
Wanda snuggled against you, her smile almost impossible to wipe out as you heard the explanation of Billy. Tommy made faces, he disagreed with some portions of the story while wincing at other parts. Then it was Tommy’s time to do the explanations, Wanda chuckled shaking her head while you just rolled your eyes.
“Okay, boys, since it is almost impossible for you two to share and be nice once in a while, we will make breakfast.”
“Mom!”
“Momma!”
The twins whined; Wanda chuckled ready to stand up when you pulled her back to the bed. She was surprised, and you loved the fact she still could blush whenever you were so close to her in such an unexpected way.
“And you, Mrs. Maximoff, are going to stay in bed while me and the boys tend to your every whim.” You kissed her slowly, the twins making gagging noises in the back.
Wanda chuckled putting a hand on your cheek, “Baby, last time you and the boys try to cook, you almost burn the house down.”
“It was Tony’s house, I’m not about to burn ours.” You gave her a peck on the lips before standing up.
“Tommy, Billy to the kitchen, we have to defend our honour and present your mother with the best breakfast ever, come on!”
Billy scrunched up his nose, Tommy pursed his lips coming closer to you.
“So, we’re going to do cereal and orange juice?” Billy asked, you shrugged making a face.
“I think that’s our best bet.” You replied wrapping your arms around them.
Wanda laid back down on the bed watching you and the twins going to the kitchen. The road to this moment had been hard, and it began unexpectedly. She never thought it would end up the way it did, Wanda sighed hugging your pillow to her. She wouldn’t want it any other way.
There was a loud crash and then a bark and laughter.
Wanda rolled her eyes, though she never lost her smile and she decided to go and help you and the boys out.
Her family.
Her happily ever after.
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Safe place.
Pairings: Wanda x reader
Summary: Wanda really wants to meet r’s family but r has been stalling and so Wanda gets upset and thinks that r is embarrassed or smth and so r caves and they go stay w r’s family for a holiday but they in reality are not as perfect as they seem.
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m/o: mom’s name
It’s been a whole year since Wanda and y/n had started dating, months of friendship until a love between them was confessed, The love they had for each other was unlike any other love, Wanda cared so much for y/n and the way y/n loved Wanda made her feel so safe and comfortable. She hadn’t felt like that since she lost Pietro, but meeting y/n was the piece she needed to feel complete again.
But there was something that really made Wanda feel a little insecure…she had never met y/n’s family. She had heard about them, y/n saying her mother had called, a cousin had left a message, an aunt asking for her, etc. But y/n had never asked Wanda to go to her house with her. Never. Not even in a phone call. Not too long ago, y/n had asked Wanda to move in together, Wanda had agreed but she still felt she needed to meet those who formed part of y/n’s life. Nat knew them, why couldn’t she meet them at least once?
“So…how is your mother?” Wanda asked as she looked up at y/n while she took a sip of her coffee.
Y/n looked up at Wanda and shrugged. “She’s okay. She’s been busy.”
Wanda nodded. “Right. I get that.”
Y/n nodded as she went to grab her coffee. Nat looked at y/n and furrowed her brows. “Isn’t the annual meeting coming? In your mom’s house.”
Y/n looked back at Nat and her eyes widened as she stared at her. “I…I don’t know.”
“I thought you had said yes.”
“Are you going to a party with your family, and you didn’t think about telling me that?” Wanda looked between Nat and y/n.
“I…well…I mean.”
“Nice.” Wanda stood up and left the kitchen.
Y/n sighed as she looked at Nat. “Seriously?”
“I thought she knew! I’m sorry…”
“I just…Nat…you know them.”
Natasha nodded as she looked at you. “I know.”
Y/n sighed. “I’ll go talk to Wanda.”
Y/n went to their room and knocked on the door, the door suddenly opening alone. Y/n saw Wanda laying on the bed hugging a pillow, she smiled a little and walked to the bed, sitting right beside her.
“I’m sorry. For not telling you.”
“I just want to know why you don’t want me to meet them.” Wanda looked up at her. “You told me you were out already. Is it…me? Am I the real problem? Because of what-“
“No! No…Wanda…it's not you, my love.” Y/n ran her fingers through Wanda’s hair. “I didn’t know it was that important…”
Wanda chuckled. “We are going to move in together very soon. Don’t you think it’s important?”
Y/n nodded. “Yes. That’s why I want you…to come with me.” She smiled a little.
Wanda smiled. “You serious?”
“Yeah. We can go. Next Saturday, we’ll have to leave early because it’s a little far from here.”
Wanda sat up and jumped on her, kissing her lips. “Sounds great, detka.” She giggled as she hugged y/n.
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Wanda had been so excited that day that she woke up before y/n, choosing a pretty dress, picking her best jewelry and all, she had even cooked a cake to impress them. Y/n could see how excited she actually was, which made her heart melt, but it also made y/n so nervous and anxious, she didn’t know how her family would act. Almost 2 hrs of driving, they finally arrived to y/n’s old house. Wanda wanted to leave the car as soon as y/n parked, but y/n grabbed her hand, making Wanda look at her.
“So…there’s something I wanna tell you.”
Wanda looked at her curious. “Okay…what is it?”
“My…family is kinda…harsh. They are not exactly like me, I’m the black sheep. So I want you to be prepared.”
Wanda smiled as she leaned in and kissed y/n’s lips softly. “It’ll be okay. We got this.”
Y/n nodded. “Yes…”
Y/n sighed as she left the car and rapidly went to open Wanda’s door, offering her hand and helping Wanda step out. They walked hand in hand to the house, y/n could feel her blood running through her whole body as they got closer and closer to the house. She took a moment before she knocked on the door, feeling suddenly unsafe. The moment her mom opened it, y/n’s heart dropped, faking a smile as she saw her.
“Y/n!! You’re here! Oh, hun. I thought you wouldn’t make it. They are all here and-“ She then looked at Wanda and raised her brows. “Is this your girlfriend?”
“Hi, mom.” Y/n nodded as she swallowed. “Yes. This is…Wanda…Wanda Maximoff.”
Wanda smiled. “Hi, Mrs. y/l/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She let go of y/n’s hand to shake her mom’s.
“Oh come over here! Welcome! And call me m/n, we are family!” Y/n’s mom rapidly hugged Wanda, laughing as she did.
Y/n felt so uncomfortable already, but the smile on Wanda’s face was everything, she couldn’t ruin this moment, not when y/n knew exactly what her family could say or do. They went ahead and walked into the house. Everyone greeted both of them so happily and excitedly, it was almost unreal. Y/n’s mom went ahead and took Wanda around the house, introducing her and laughing with her.
Y/n tried to stay in a corner, ignoring everyone’s stares, she knew sooner or later the comments would come. She jumped slightly as she felt a hand on her shoulder, hearing Wanda giggling at the reaction.
“My love, what are you doing here? You should be with me. Your mom is the sweetest, she introduced me to everyone, everyone is so nice.” Wanda wrapped her arms around you as she kissed your cheek.
Y/n chuckled nervously as she nodded. “Right. They…they are all nice.”
Wanda furrowed her brows. “Oh c’mon, detka. Join me, I’m sure they’ve missed you.” She smiled. “I’ll go help your mom seat the table outside. Meet me there when you’re ready?”
Y/n nodded, smiling as Wanda kissed her cheek before leaving. She rolled her eyes and leaned her head back on the wall. All of this was way too weird, her family didn’t even talk, and her mother was…nice to Wanda. It’s all that mattered.
It had been a few minutes since they had sat down at the table, her mother had sat them down beside her, saying she wanted to have them close to her. Y/n laughed every now and then as she heard everyone’s stories, but the uncomfortableness was still there.
“So, y/n…how did you get to meet such a cutie?” Her cousin said as he smiled, looking at Wanda.
Y/n felt her blood boiling as she stared at him. “I got lucky. Feels like I won in life.” She looked at Wanda and smiled as Wanda placed her hand on top of hers.
“I won. The piece I needed in my life.” Wanda smiled softly.
“Well, glad you broke up with that…girl. What was her name?” M/n looked around the table and laughed as she heard different names.
“Kate…”
“Oh yes! She was nice but…you didn’t deserve her.”
Wanda furrowed her brows as she looked at m/n, thinking back at how y/n had said that she never had a bad relationship, they just didn’t work. She looked back at y/n and noticed the sad look on her face.
“She was way too good for you.” Her aunt dared to say as she laughed along with the whole family.
“Oh yes, Kate was so pretty and such a nice girl. Y/n had to ruin it of course but…now she has you Wanda…hopefully she’s not causing you any disturbance. My daughter can be…a little too much.”
“Mom…please stop.” Y/n whispered softly as she looked down.
“I’ve told you not to whisper. Speak loudly.”
“Please stop.” Y/n looked at her, feeling her eyes getting teary. “Can we not talk about this?”
“Oh but there’s always something to talk about you, y/n. How you left school because of your ‘mental health’. You not wanting to work with Kate’s mom because it was too much. I have no doubt you’ve been failing again in life.” M/n laughed.
“If she causes you trouble, Wanda, our family has a lot of good girls and boys. We do not judge preferences here.” Her aunt laughed alone m/n, making the rest of the family laugh.
“But you judge your family?” Wanda suddenly snapped.
Y/n looked at Wanda surprised. “Wanda…”
“How dare you talk to her like that? Have you heard yourself?” Wanda stared at m/n. “It’s your daughter.”
“And I accept that my daughter is a mess. She easily gives up, she has failed us. I recognize a failure when I see it.” Y/n rapidly stood up and ran inside the house. “I forgot weak.” They all laughed and started making comments about her.
“You’re all unbelievable.” Wanda’s eyes turned red as she felt her blood boiling, feeling so mad, she didn’t know what to do or say. “Y/n is the best person I have ever met in my life. She has loved me even with my flaws because I am not perfect as you think I am. But at least, I am a much better person than all of you together.” She stood up. “And you know what? Y/n has done an amazing job. She’s an agent and does what all of you could never do. “She shook her head. “You’re all shitty people, y/n do not deserve any of this, and I regret coming. You won’t ever see us again. Go to hell.” Wanda moved her hand and made their drinks fall on their laps, making most of them scream. “And enjoy the cake.
Wanda walked inside the house, as she passed through the kitchen, she saw the cake and moved her fingers to add a little ingredient to it. She noticed the front door open. She slowly walked to the car and noticed y/n sitting on the passenger's seat, so without saying a word, she sat on the driver's seat and grabbed the keys from y/n’s bag, starting the car rapidly so they could leave.
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Y/n went into their room as soon as they entered the compound, not saying a word even though everyone was in the living room and had noticed when they arrived. Natasha stared at Wanda with a worrying face and Wanda only shook her head. Wanda decided to sit with Natasha for a moment as she explained, wanting to give y/n a moment for herself.
An hour or so passed and Wanda had finally gone upstairs to their room, opening to the door quietly. Her heart broke when she heard y/n still crying, regretting how she had pushed her to take her to her mom’s.
“Y/n?” Wanda asked quietly as she placed y/n’s bag on the small sofa they had. “Can I…”
“They are right, you know?” Y/n sobbed. “I do not deserve you.”
Wanda furrowed her brows and shook her head. “What? Of course you do. Don’t listen to them.” Wanda walked to the bed and hugged y/n. “You’re everything I need. I couldn’t be me without you.” She sighed. “You’re my life…and my love. You’re my home.”
Y/n looked up at Wanda as she sobbed. “I knew this would happen.”
“I’m so sorry I made you go.”
“You didn’t know. I should’ve told you.” Y/n shook her head. “But they never believe me because my mom is so fake…all of them. Until they just can’t hold it anymore.”
“She’s a bitch.”
Y/n chuckled sadly. “Yes. She is.”
Wanda kissed her forehead as y/n moved to lay on Wanda and hugged her tightly. “You don’t have to ever see her again. I made that clear.”
Y/n looked at her confused. “What…what did you do?”
Wanda shrugged. “Just…a little something.” She smirked. “They might get stomachache though…”
“Wanda!” Y/n laughed softly. “Thank you.”
Wanda laughed as she kissed her nose. “I love you…so much. And you’ll always have me, no matter what.”
Y/n smiled as she kissed her, pulling her even closer. “You’re my safe place. And I love you so much.”
“I love you more.” Wanda smiled. “Let’s forget about them and let’s have a movie night. Tomorrow we can go shopping for our new home.”
Y/n nodded. “Sounds great. Let’s watch a movie but…kiss me first.” She bit her lip as she smiled.
Wanda chuckled as she leaned in and kissed her lips softly, hugging her tightly.
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Another one shot!
I'm honestly so proud of what I wrote. It took me like 10 months to write and perfect it. It might be better than my Tony Stark/reader one-shot. To be fair, I did crank out my Tony Stark/Reader one shot in two days. I was also sleep deprived haha
Back on the topic of my one-shot, it's not really spicy, but spicy stuff is mentioned. It's fluff and angst with a happy ending and somewhat of a rewrite of a scene in CA: CW. If y'all decide to take a look at my one-shot, I'd LOVE to hear your thoughts. I still have a long way to go with my writing, so constructive criticism is always welcome!!
Word Count: 1,879 Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader. (I didn't use pronouns or any physical appearance descriptors. It's for anyone and everyone.)
Summary: After Lagos, Wanda is insecure and feels guilty. You comfort and reassure her.
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Wanda cares a lot about what happened in Lagos and what you think of her. She confesses her feelings for you when she's not doing well.
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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”
me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
#smut#relatable#neteyam x reader#jake sully x reader#lo’ak x reader#tonowari x reader#miguel o’hara x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#konig x reader#draco malfoy x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#ellie williams x reader#harry potter x reader#rick grimes x reader#dean winchester x reader#neytiri x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#steve rogers x reader#bucky barnes x reader#edmund pevensie x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#robin buckley x reader#five hargreeves x reader#leon kennedy x reader#gojo satoru x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj mayback x reader
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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???
#bethsvrse#stiles stilinski x reader#spencer reid x reader#peter parker x reader#ted lasso x reader#bruce banner x reader#steve harrington x reader#robin buckley x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#character x reader#fanfic#writer struggles#bucky barnes x reader#sebastian stan x reader#chris evans x reader#timothee chalamet x reader#sirius black x reader#remus lupin x reader#george weasley x reader#fred weasly x reader#mike schmidt x reader#james potter x reader#isaac lahey x reader#jason sudeikis x reader#pedro pascal x reader#steve rodgers x reader#peter quill x reader#obi wan kenobi x reader#poe dameron x reader#neville longbottom x reader
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Yeah my life might be complicated but at least me and [fictional character] are living our best lives right now.
#joel miller x reader#lalo salamanca x reader#ellie williams x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#ari levison x reader#daryl dixon x reader#rick grimes x reader#steve rogers x reader#tess servopoulos x reader#bucky barns x reader#peter parker x reader#nacho varga x reader#din djarin x reader#abby anderson x reader#pedro pascal x reader#leon kennedy x reader#carlos oliveria x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#andy barber x reader#tommy miller x reader#hobi brown x reader#negan smith x reader#kendall roy x reader#roman roy x reader#javier pena x reader
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unrequited love | pt 1
notes: hi everyone ! it’s been a while since i’ve posted something, unfortunately it was out of my control up until recently and i’m finally not shadowbanned :)
words: 4.2k
warnings: stepmom!wanda (32), stepdaughter!reader (22 & afab), yearning, alludes to smut in certain parts of the chapter ! eventual smut, eventual cheating - this chapter is just fluff, reader being an absolute simp for wanda and plot building. next chapter which i’m working on will literally just be pure smut (with a little bit of plot, idk how many parts i want to make this tbh). minors DNI!
guilt had become the constant in your life.
you had never felt such a strong feeling before, and as much as you tried to swallow it down and go about your day as normal, the gnawing ache of shame ate away at you until all you were left with is a hollow shell of disgrace.
in your defence, you and your little life were perfectly fine before now, it was you, your dad, a few close friends and your wonderful girlfriend who you had been dating for quite a while now. you were content and happy until a certain woman came crashing into your life unexpectedly like a bulldozer and flipped your world and everything you knew upside down.
albeit, none of this was her fault. all she did was meet a man and fall in love. how was she supposed to know the man had a shitty daughter?
well, that's how you'd best describe yourself. you felt sinful and disgusting every time your eyes stayed fixated on the older woman for a second too long. every time a smooth patch of her skin was exposed from her shirt innocently riding up and all you wanted to do was reach out and feel her soft, milky skin under your fingertips.
or your mouth, either or was fine with you.
you hated how much of the woman consumed your thoughts throughout the day. what she was doing, if she was having a busy day at work, if she'd had plenty of sleep, drinking water, was taking care of herself.
all thoughts that you should be relating to your girlfriend, not your stepmother.
but alas, you were and all you could do was pretend like the woman wasn't the first thing on your mind when you woke up and the last thing when you went to sleep.
it was proving really hard to do when she wasn't a cliched wicked stepmother. you honestly would prefer it if she was, but instead, she was perfect, poised and so, so pretty. she treated you like you were her own and was so sweet to you, it made you feel sick.
you were now six months into your spiral of shame. your stepmother and father were happy and your girlfriend was still blissfully unaware of the crush you harboured for the older woman. you kind of wanted to pride yourself on how well you've hidden the feelings. it was painfully difficult, to say the least. she was and is the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on. so smart and funny and charming and-
"y/n, are you listening to me?"
your head shot up as a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. the voice belonged to a concerned redhead who was perched in front of the island in the kitchen, her hands skillfully cutting up vegetables for the dinner you'd be sharing.
"i- sorry wanda, i'm just tired. i didn't get much sleep last night. what were you saying?"
the older woman frowned at that. her mind thinking of all the possibilities as to why. were you stressed about university? girlfriend trouble? the strong urge to fix whatever problem you had quickly replaced whatever thought wanda currently possessed.
"aw no, how come, my love? are you using the tea i bought for you? you know, my mother always said-"
"chamomile tea helps you get eight hours of sleep, i know, i know. are you sure you're not just making that up?" you tease, an eyebrow wiggling at her as she continues to dice her bell peppers. "i mean, as a soon-to-be holder of an english lit degree, i for one have never heard of that saying"
wanda eyed you playfully, her hands still working on autopilot as the knife carefully sliced the ingredients below her. you had seen her do it plenty of times before and it still never failed to impress you.
"well, smarty pants i think you've forgotten i'm sokovian. ever heard of a little something called translation?"
you rolled your eyes at that. of course, you hadn't forgotten, it was also another aspect of wanda that consumed your every waking thought. the way her r's rolled off of her tongue, her accent growing thicker the sleepier or more frustrated she got.
everything about her voice never failed to make you ache with want.
“ya trenirovalsya, mozhesh' skazat'?” you gaily shot back, a small smile playing on your lips when you saw the redhead's eyes widen in surprise.
“my my, smart girl indeed, i can tell. you’re getting better" wanda mused as her gaze from you dropped to finish off the last of the vegetables before turning around to put them all in the simmering pan on the stove. "now, why aren’t you sleeping properly?"
your eyes slowly fell, the gnawing guilt returning as they landed on the swell of the sokovians' ass.
“uh, no reason” you mumble in response, your eyes staying trained on how well the jeans hugged every curve of hers. “i think it might be uni stress”
i’m lying. it’s you, i can’t stop thinking about you.
wanda placed the cutting board on the countertop next to the stove before turning back to face you. your eyes instantly dart up and you just pray she didn’t catch your lingering stare.
if she did, wanda didn’t show any sign of it.
“i’m sorry darling, is there anything i can help you with?”
you shot her a lopsided smile before clearing your throat and answering with a “i’ll be okay once finals are over, but thank you”
“i might not be your mumiya but i’m always here if you need me”
i do need you. in more ways than you know.
“that's mommy, right? well, you're a better one than she'll ever be”
it didn't dawn on you until a few seconds later. your mouth just moving without ever thinking about how it would sound.. or maybe you're just overanalysing this? your gaze drops to your hands as you mindlessly start playing with your fingers nervously. not everyone believes that word to be sexualised, right?
“i-“ wanda cleared her throat, turning to busy herself with the pan behind her. “i’m glad you think of me as such, malysh”
the older woman gripped at the wooden spoon she used to stir the food with. “now, why don’t you get your father from his study and i’ll dish everything out”
you were thankful wanda had yet to turn around, as a shy blush must be evident on your cheeks right now. “sure, wanda. thank you, by the way, it smells great”
the redhead couldn’t help but beam at your approval as she continued to mindfully stir the food before turning the gas off and moving the pan to an empty burner.
when she heard your footsteps retreat, wanda let out a sigh as her hands fell to grip the counter in front of her, willing herself to calm her beating heart and the pulse that formed much lower.
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"so, how's it going with kate, y/n?" your father wasn't one to ask too many questions. the man would always let you do as you please, even as a kid. of course he was protective, but he also trusted your decisions. thus, usually keeping his curiosity to himself. "i haven't seen her around here much lately"
you continued to chew your food before raising your head to meet his small smile and kind eyes. "we've just both been busy, i guess. i am seeing her tomorrow though, we're going to a party and then going back to her house after"
the sound of cutlery clattering on a plate made you jump, the noise cutting through the silence of the room like a knife and you instantly turned your head to where the sound came from.
wanda sat there, unfazed at her disturbance as she stared back at you. her eyes narrowed in on you as she pursed her lips. "a party? what kind?"
you let out a chuckle at the question, your mind not quite registering the redhead's hard gaze and peeved demeanour. "the kind that you don't really remember the next day? you've heard of them, right?"
wanda sucked the tip of her tongue between her pearly white teeth and fought the urge to correct you on your bratty attitude. in actuality, if she was being honest with herself, you didn't have one at all, you were being your usual playful self. the older woman was just taken aback and albeit slightly annoyed at the mention of your partner.
but, she was just looking out for you, right? like a good mother should, even if she was a step.
"yes, sweetheart, parties were around in the eighteen-hundreds"
the sound of your laugh helped ease some of the tension in the sokovians shoulders and she couldn't help but let a smile shine through as it echoed throughout her mind and invaded every sense of her being.
"damn, you all partied during the ipswich witch trials? that's hardcore, wanda, even for you"
wanda chuckled in response. "oh yeah, but i was just celebrating because i wasn't caught"
you sniggered at that, replying with a, "do you reckon i could still get the bounty if i ratted you out?" before returning to your food.
the redhead let out a playful gasp, her arm stretching over the corner of the dining table to swat at your shoulder. "you wouldn't dare! plus who would make you all these meals if i'm burned at the stake?"
you hummed at that, your finger coming to rest on your chin as you tapped at it, pretending to linger in thought on the question. "you make a point and i don't think i could survive without them"
the redhead beamed proudly at that before she heard the telltale sign of her husband's impatience and feelings of being left out as he cleared his throat.
"so, about that party, y/n. when are you thinking of leaving?" he asked, before placing his fork on his now-empty plate.
wanda mentally rolled her eyes, her sour mood instantly returning at the question. that was until an idea popped into her head and the scowl that formed on her face quickly inched into a smirk. "how about you stay in with me tomorrow night instead? your father will be gone for his conference and i could sure use the company"
you struggled to swallow down your food as your mouth dried up and you immediately reached for the glass of water to ease it down.
"oh, that's a great idea!" your father intervened, the sound of wood scraping against the floor as he pushed back his chair and stood up. "a bit of mother-daughter bonding time might help alleviate your stress"
your eyes stayed trained on your plate as you tried to muster up any excuse you could think of as to why that wouldn't be such a great idea.
unfortunately, your brain short-circuited and your mind went blank.
"i- but what would i tell kate and the rest of my friends?" you asked, your head raising to meet the redhead who was already staring back at you.
you wanted to audibly groan at the way she looked at you. soft, doe eyes bore into you and you found it impossible to deny her.
"you know what, just leave it with me, i'll tell them you're sick or something and i need to take care of you"
wanda's plump lips instantly curled into a smile at your response. exactly y/n, she thought. you need to take care of your mommy.
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the next morning you were awoken by the sound of a sweet voice humming the tune of a song you didn't know, the sound started small until it faded into earshot and grew louder.
you turned your body onto your back to stretch, and your eyes soon flickered open to see wanda towering over you. a mug of steaming tea in one hand and two slices of toast on a small plate in the other.
"good morning, i thought i'd bring you breakfast in bed" the older woman smiled before placing them down on your bedside table.
when your eyes properly came into focus, you gulped dryly at the sight.
wanda was wearing a silk scarlet nightgown with a matching short robe to match, the colour was a striking contrast to the milky skin that lay underneath and your eyes flashed down to see she had yet to put on a bra. the cold morning air was clearly evident in the room as your eyes trailed away from pebbled nipples that strained behind her nightwear.
shit.
"thank you," you managed to croak out, one of your hands reaching up to wipe away the sleep from your eyes, using your other to push yourself upwards to rest your back on your pillows. "i'm excited for today, do you have anything in mind for what we should do?"
it took everything in you to not reach out a hand to yank your stepmom into your bed and have your way with her. because, god, how you longed to feel the warmth of her body underneath you as you trail your fingers over the apex of her hips and down to her soft thig-
"me too, malysh. i have some errands to do first, so while we're out we could do some shopping and grab some food?"
you nodded in response, a shy smile playing on your lips as the older woman's eyes bore into you. under wanda's gaze, you felt minuscule like a goddess who was staring down at you, a lesser deity.
but the sokovian never saw you in such a light, in her mind you were a woman worth worshipping. a magnificent being that should be held up on a pedestal for all the world to adore.
"good, i'll go and get dressed while you eat and get ready"
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a few hours had passed since you woke up, and both you and wanda were now walking around the mall aimlessly with no destination or rush to be anywhere. the two of you just spoke about anything and everything until the occasional gasp left your lips when something caught your eye in a store window.
"do you want it?" the redhead would ask, her eyes trained on your face to gauge your reaction.
most of the time your eyes would widen upon seeing the price before sighing in defeat and setting it back on the shelf and muttering, "no, it's okay. i'll wait until my birthday or something"
against your wishes, wanda would pick up what you held in your hands moments ago before waltzing over to the tills, her hips swaying with purpose as she quickly pays for it. wanda then walks back to you like it was no big deal with the said item now in a plastic bag as she hands it to you.
soon enough you were now walking through the mall with a few bags in your hands and wanda carrying the rest in hers.
guilt weighed heavy on your chest as you looked down at what you were holding. wanda, who was walking a couple of steps in front of you turned to see your bottom lip jutted out and your eyebrows contorted.
"what's wrong, detka?," her legs came to a stop and her face was quickly etched with worry. "do want to leave?"
your eyes instantly met hers and you could feel the guilt building up your throat, threatening to spill at any given moment. "what? no, of course not! i'm sorry... i- i just feel bad that you've gotten me all of this stuff. i can't imagine it came cheap"
the sokovian shook her head with a chuckle. "don't worry about money, sweetheart i'm fine.. plus you deserve it. i want to spoil you, so don't feel bad about it"
as much as you wanted to argue that you didn't deserve it, you bit your tongue and smiled in response. "you're right, thank you wanda. i am really grateful for everything, although i do still feel bad, is there anything i can do for you?"
full pink lips curled into a small smirk at the question. there was definitely something she wanted you to do but she knew she could never ask that of you, could never step over the line and cross a boundary that should remain uncrossed.
you watched as wanda pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "thank you, y/n. but, i don't want anything in return, just being with you today is enough"
your heart swelled ten times at that and you instantly felt your heart beat deep and fast in your throat. this woman was going to be the death of you.
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"so, how about i open a bottle of wine and you pick a movie for us to watch?" the sokovians' voice echoed loudly in your mind, pulling your attention away from the bags filled with everything wanda had bought for you.
you raised your head to see wanda standing in front of you. the position of you on your knees on the carpeted floor instantly dawned on you as the older woman's figure towered over you. you gulped dryly before pushing yourself upwards on your hands to stand face to face with the redhead.
"of course, wands. any suggestions?" you asked meekly, shifting your weight on your feet slightly as you tried your best to maintain eye contact with her.
your stepmother shrugged in response before taking a step back you almost wanted to whine and close the distance between you but you swallowed down the urge and kept yourself still, frozen like a statue.
"your choice, dorogoy. i'll be right back with the wine" and with that, wanda took even more several steps back until the distance grew. she then rounded the sofa and entered through the swinging door and into the kitchen.
you breathed a sigh of relief, a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. you willed yourself to calm your beating heart and moved over to the cabinet beside the television, your eyes scanning the selection of movies and box sets of tv shows.
your lips instantly curled into a smile upon seeing a certain one.
you opened the glass door before sliding out the box set, your hands racing to pull out one of the discs and quickly place it into the DVD player. you couldn't wait to see the look on wanda's face when she sees the loading-screen play on the television.
you heard the door swing open once again, wanda's sweet voice sounding behind you as she began to speak. "so what did you decide on?"
a gasp left her lips when her eyes landed on the television and saw the loading screen of her all-time favourite tv show.
"oh my god, the dick van dyke show?!"
you stood to turn around and face the older woman and you felt pride beam brightly in your chest at the smile that was plastered on her face.
"yeah," you said sheepishly, your cheeks flushing a hint of pink. "i know it's your favourite"
wanda stepped closer to the sofa before reaching down to place the two wine glasses and the bottle on the table in front of it. "you're too sweet, detka. i don't even think your father remembers that"
the pride enlarged even more at the fact and you couldn't help the evidential blush on your cheeks brightening. "well, dads stupider than i thought if he doesn't remember something like that about you"
it was now wanda’s turn to blush, and as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks she quickly busied herself with opening the wine and pouring it into both glasses, more so in hers than yours.
“i’ve actually never seen it before, you know?” you mention, before kneeling off the ground and wiping your now sweaty palms onto the jeans that hugged your thighs.
“wow, really? well, there’s a first for everything," wanda smiled and you swear your heart skipped the smallest beat when you saw those dimples form in her cheeks. "i haven't seen that dragon show you like so much"
you make your way over to the sofa and plop yourself down, shifting slightly to situate yourself and get comfortable. "dragon sho- oh, you mean game of thrones?"
wanda hums in response as the rim of the glass sits perfectly on her lips to take a sip of her wine.
wanda watched intently as you mimicked her actions. the way your arm flexed when you leaned forward to pick up the glass and how your lips look deliciously wet as you licked away the lasting taste of the wine you had just sipped. it was a sight to see and it made the sokovian's head reel with lust.
"it's a great show," you finally respond, tucking your feet under yourself before leaning back onto the comfy cushions behind you. "i could show it to you sometime, maybe? it's well-acted and has great storylines in it, just be prepared for a lot of sex scenes"
wanda sniggers at that, "medieval porn? i'm sold"
you laugh loudly, the sound escaping you before you could even attempt to lower the volume. you almost want to apologise for the outburst but when you turn your head to wanda, she's staring back at you with a cheshire cat grin that eases your anxiety.
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the night carried on smoothly, you and wanda laugh over the bottle of wine as you switch between watching the episodes of the dick van dyke show and talking about different topics and interests. the drunker you get the more random the conversations become.
and as you look at wanda, her smile reaching from ear to ear as she watches a scene unfold on the television, it only seems to make your drunken crush-filled mind worsen.
"wanda, can i ask you something?"
you clamp your mouth shut as soon as the words leave your mouth and you instantly mentally scold your brain for speaking without so much as a thought of the possible consequences.
wanda reaches forward to set her empty glass on the wooden table before shifting slightly to turn and face you. "of course, sweetheart. you can ask me anything"
you swallow dryly, making you lift your wine glass to your lips to finish off the rest of what's in there. you chew on your bottom lips nervously, your eyes staying focused on the glass in your hand. "can you.. does it make you a bad person if you're with someone and you like someone else?"
wanda's brows knit together as the words hit her ears. she stays silent for a moment before her lips part slightly, thinking of the best way to answer such a question. "i think that's a query that could have many different answers, moya lyubov"
she pauses for a moment.
just a moment and the tranquillity makes you hear your heart beat loudly in every pulse point of your body.
"why do you ask?"
you shouldn't say it. you really shouldn't.
but, the alcohol had settled within you a while ago and it left you tipsy, needy and with a newfound confidence that screamed at you to tell her everything. to just confess even if it could leave you humiliated and deflated. "well, the thing is.."
the words faded on your tongue, quickly dying as wanda's big green eyes bore into you and what felt like, your soul.
"go on," wanda urged, her arm reaching over to place a gentle hand on top of your thigh, just below your kneecap. she gave it a soft squeeze before continuing. "you can do it"
"i'm happy with kate, she's great. but, there's this other person and i just.. i don't know what to do. i feel like such a shitty person"
wanda arched an eyebrow, her lips parting just an inch. "okay, i- how long have you been seeing this other person?"
"the thing is, i haven't, it's complicated, they don't even know how i feel"
your heartbeat was deafening as it beat loudly in your ears. you should stop, this is a bad idea.
"i can't tell them because then it'll ruin everything and i like what we have right now but, i can't eat, i.. i can't sleep, they're all i think about and more"
wanda's grip on your thigh tightened as you spoke and all your brain could do was stare at her hand, using it as a fice to focus on, anything to keep your eyes from welling up and breaking like a dam as you splurge out the truth and every pent up emotion you've felt since wanda entered your life.
"oh, honey. i'm sorry this is happening, maybe you'll feel better if you're honest with this other person? i mean, what's the worst that could happen?"
you let out a shaky breath, your eyes pricking with tears as you look up from her hand and into the sea of green that lies beneath her eyes. "you could hate me"
"i don't understand- i could never hate you, y/n. how could i?"
you didn't respond, you couldn't. the words felt trapped in your mouth, the honesty dancing on your tongue in a silent battle with your brain and all you could do was hang your head in shame as wanda's body stiffened, her hand loosening its grip on you as her face soon turned to realization. "oh"
#wanda maximoff smut#stepmom wanda#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x you#wanda maximoff/reader#mcu fanfiction#marvel mcu#elizabeth olsen
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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?
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Prologue
*Not my GIF*
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Implied grief, mention of attention E.R.
Word Count: 905
A/N: So this is the prologue of the story War of Hearts. Enjoy :)
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“I’ve been doing everything you’ve told me, it’s not my fault that the stupid sparkles don’t appear.”
And let’s just say that keeping moving your hand like a mime for what feels like hours and watching other wizards looking at you mockingly wasn’t helping a lot.
“You are very impatient and that won’t lead you anywhere.” Wong was sitting behind you sipping his tea of who knows which mystical or magical specie; he would be walking on the training camp helping other students or warriors and stop to talk and giving them some advice, other he would only sight and nod in disagreement, but now that it was your turn of being watch, well… Sometimes he would cover his laughter with a fake cough, you didn’t know what you were doing wrong, if a kid that didn’t have any idea of the mystical arts could open some portals, why couldn’t you?
Maybe if you didn’t drink and started to teach me something useful.
“Maybe if you paid attention and took a moment to breathe, we would be having a whole different conversation” With one movement you were your ass was in the ground and Wong was holding one of your hands. “And you need to learn how to fortify your mind”
Your cheeks turn red, I mean, this wasn’t the worst embarrassing moment of your life, at least of what you remembered, but definitely wasn’t good when the person that took you in and decided to take care of you knew you were mocking him. While he was still holding you, you gained momentum and got back on your feet. You shook the dust off your ass and returned doing the same exercise.
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Where am I?
“Wh-… you?”
I don’t feel my legs...
“Kid, I nee-… Can you-”
Light and shadows were before you but none of them made any sense.
While your brain couldn’t process the images your eyes were sending to it, you decided to focus on taking a deep breath.
How wrong of you.
The moment you started to breathe in, you felt how the air started to burn the trail from your nose to your lungs, like fire or little knives were cutting through you, you tried to move but only resulting in making you panic even more, your arms and legs weren’t responding. You once again try to gain some focus on the images and the shadows that now were appearing in front of you but when trying to open your mouth, instantly the touch of another person on your chin stops you.
“Don’t!”
“Christine, I need her to speak!
“She can’t speak if she’s dead! So kindly, stop ordering my in my E.R and fucking wait outside Stephen”
With a lot of effort and pain you finally move you left hand a little, you didn’t know if it was the action or if you actually get to touch her, but the woman attention return to you, she smiled at you with petty in her eyes but still with the sweetest smile you’ve ever had.
“Please don’t worry, we’ll take care of you”
A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and when you pay attention to you hands you see how the sparks were now actually doing the form of a circle. When you tried to do it bigger or at least try to make a little one with functionality the sparks disappeared and angrily you took the ring from your hand.
“Visualize”
As if you never heard those words before, you only rolled your eyes in response.
“Look beyond the world in front of you” The words slipping sassily out of your mouth. “I know!”
“You may know them, but you don’t understand them” , making a pause as the man walks in front of you. “And there’s a great difference in between”
Making it look effortless the man started to move his hand in a circle and opening a portal you could see Christine on the other side. You look at the man in front of you and see the half smile when he looks at the woman.
“I think you should really start talking instead of showing off… Stephen.” You give him a little palm before running towards the woman that was already expecting you with her arms wide open.
You were saved eight months ago by these people and even though you were frustrated because of your late recovery and lack of advances in your technique, you were really grateful to them.
After recovering, “happiness” was not important to you, having had third-degree burns, broken ribs and even part of your vocal cords burned, you were able to recover, and yet, while your revering these people decide to stand by your side, a woman that everyday read to you and started to teach you the basic stuff of this world, a man that took you in and give you a chance to start over a new life and a smart ass that would help heal your wounds while mocking and teasing you wasn’t something that bad.
Happiness is something you decided to never take for granted.
You thought happiness was something only a few had the luxury to know, and you were not that far from the truth…
“I only feel you”
Why the words that once brought me joy,
“Mom, can you cover me?”
were now the reason for my despair…
#wanda mcu#wanda x reader#wanda maximoff/reader#wanda maximoff#mcu women#wanda maximoff x fem!reader#dom!wanda#bottom!reader#LeoSMR#wanda/reader
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Midnight meeting pt.1
Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.
Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader
Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.
Do tell me if you like it and woulnd't be opposed to see more of it.
Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Epilogue
Part 1 - The beginning
The Avenger´s compound was immersed in silence.
Everyone was either fast asleep or at another location, you moved through the corridors with an easy step knowing nights were for yourself. It wasn’t as if you didn’t like the company of the others, but the truth was that you also loved the solitude that came with your house arrest in this place.
The kitchen light flashed bright yellow as soon as you stepped in it.
Can I be of service, Agent L/N?
“No, Friday, thank you. I think I only want to make some tea and read a little.” You waved away the book in your hand before moving swiftly around the kitchen.
You knew the AI was there to watch you and set up the alarms to Stark and Fury if necessary. They had never come to get you, so you assumed whatever you were doing was fine. In less than twenty minutes you have a nice mug of tea, and the book you had stolen from Natasha’s room the night before. Sitting by the counter you never noticed, or even heard the approaching footsteps down the hall; you weren’t even aware that someone else would be awake at such an hour.
The soft steps soon reached the kitchen, there was some hesitation before the newcomer finally crossed the threshold stopping death on her tracks when she realized she was not alone.
You were so absorbed in your reading you didn’t notice her, and she would have gone without you ever knowing she was there if it wasn’t by the interfering AI.
Good night, Ms. Maximoff, can I be of any assistance?
The young woman gasped as soon as her eyes found yours in a single inquisitive stare. You looked completely surprised and, soon you found yourself admiring the young woman standing by the door. She was young, with deep light eyes and long hair, under her eyes were heavy bags and such a disheveled appearance you were quite sure something bad had happened to her. A nightmare, perhaps?
“I...I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she started wriggling her hands while looking away from you, “I think I better go…”
“You don’t have to.” You lowered your book tilting your head, “I mean, you’re here for a reason so please…you don’t have to go on my account.”
There was a moment of hesitation on her part, she bit her lower lip glancing back at you then around the kitchen. The silence you had enjoyed moments ago had been disrupted momentarily and now it felt heavy around you, you sighed taking a long sip from your drink and the young woman opened her mouth to say something just before shaking her head and leaving the same way she had come.
You sat there for a long time watching the spot the young woman had occupied moments ago, there was a strange twitched in your chest and abdomen. Something that you couldn’t identify, nor did you dare to name; then your lips curled slightly at the memory of those clear eyes. The young woman had been quite beautiful, even as disheveled as she looked there was just something…breathtaking about her.
And yet, she looked sad.
No, she looked miserable.
You sighed again taking another sip from your beverage your attention back to the book. The nagging at the back of your mind making it impossible for you to forget those sad eyes, and that lost expression on the newcomer’s face
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You had learnt a long time ago that you could escape many things, but your training session with Natasha Romanoff.
The woman was a force to be reckoned with, and whatever she wanted she obviously got it. And, apparently, she had set her sights on you and your training. Some mornings were filled with warm-ups and fighting sessions, some other´s she taught you how to fire a weapon or the subtleness of being a spy. You enjoyed your sessions, more so since sometimes whenever the mood struck the both of you ended up in her bed.
That was always a plus.
“You’ve been improving,” Natasha cleaned up the sweat rolling down her face, her lips curled in a single smirk while her eyes gleamed with a familiar glint. “I think you’ll be ready to take on your first mission soon enough.”
You snorted giving the Widow an appreciative glance before looking away, “we will see. Fury is bent on having me here for another year, I really don’t know what else you guys need of me to prove I’m not a treat.”
Natasha pursed her lips; she knew you had been quite discontent with the situation even after they made sure you have a roof and a job you had been trapped in the Avenger´s compound ever since you arrived in this dimension.
“You are ready, and Fury is just making sure this won’t be a problem.”
“Like Ultron?” You inquired raising an eyebrow, Natasha snorted nodding curtly.
“You have met her then?” She didn’t elaborate and you didn’t need to ask anything else to know what Natasha was talking about. Or rather who.
“Last night.” You said shrugging, the other woman merely quirked a brow at you to which you only rolled your eyes. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“Obviously.” Natasha broke into a smirk, though there was an edge to her voice you couldn’t quite place.
“I’m serious, Tasha.” You stood up grabbing your things thinking about a warm bath and perhaps starting on that project Pepper asked you to do a couple of days ago. “Is she… I mean, new member or something?”
Natasha narrowed her eyes though it took her more than a couple of minutes to answer your question.
“Something else.” She finally said approaching you, her hand on your forearm her eyes burning with a familiar fire. Your body stirred in response, you knew what was about to happen and you certainly weren’t opposed to the idea.
“Be careful with her, her powers are quite out of control, and she can be more dangerous than she looked.”
You didn’t have a chance to answer for soon you found yourself being kissed by the other woman; your body tensed at first before giving in as your hands wrapped tightly around her hips. Your tongue and teeth soon winning over the battle of wits until Natasha was right where you like her.
Whatever questions you might have soon forgotten, and it wouldn’t be until later that same day that questions and images of the newcomer would soon invade your mind.
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That night you were not caught by surprised.
The moment she crossed the threshold your eyes found hers, and there was no mistaking she had been crying and probably missing a couple of night’s sleep as well as some meals. There were strained of dry tears down her cheeks, and the bags under her eyes were bigger than the day before. She was looking out of place, hesitant when she realized she wouldn’t be alone in the kitchen that night either.
“You don’t have to go.” You spoke before she could turn around, she stopped wincing lightly at the tone of command in your voice.
You softened your expression standing up while making your way to the pot and a green mug you had put out early. You served some warm water on it, completely concentrated on what you were doing aware of the eyes of the young woman on you. Your heart shrank at the sight before you when you faced her again, offering the mug on your hands.
She was afraid.
Uncertain of what was happening or how to react to such an act.
“It’s jasmine tea.” You said softly placing it on the counter, you hesitated for a moment before moving back to your spot on the counter. “A friend of mine send it to me so I could…well, he thought I would appreciate it for its healing properties. Perhaps…well…”
You trailed off not wanting to say anything else, you grabbed your book and go back to your reading but, your whole body was tensed, and your attention was on the young woman and the mug filled with tea. For a brief moment you thought she would leave without even touching the warm beverage, but she surprised you by sitting down and taking a sip from the mug.
You didn't say anything, you didn't even show any sign that you noticed her. And after a while, she seemed to relax into this interaction. After what seemed like an eternity, she placed the mug back on the counter wriggling her hands before her head tilted and her eyes settled themselves on you.
“Thank you.” She mumbled, you lifted your head offering your best, kind smile.
“Did you like it?”
A soft blush rose to her cheeks when you centered your attention on her. She nodded looking away, biting her lip and her body ready to run.
“I’m glad you did, there is a whole box there in the cupboard, if you ever want to try.”
“Thank you.” She mumbled but something was wrong, she clenched her fists before standing up and leaving you behind with just a hint of confusion in your eyes.
You never noticed her heated face, or the speeding of her heart. You really did not even notice the glances she had sent your way all through that little moment between the both of you. She left in a hurry, as it something had bothered her, and you wondered briefly if perhaps you had offended her. Maybe, you overwhelmed her?
She is dangerous.
The words from Natasha rang in your head, but soon you shook those thoughts away. The young woman didn’t look dangerous if anything she looked lost.
And you understood her.
You knew what it was to be lost in a world you didn’t understand. You knew how hard it was to be alone amid such overwhelming atmosphere; you lowered your gaze to your book knowing you wouldn’t be able to go back to your reading.
You closed your book ready to go to bed.
But as you got to your room and laid in bed, you couldn’t help but think about those eyes. Those clear eyes that were just mesmerizing, and how beautiful they must be when they gleamed in wonderment, or in happiness.
And as you drifted into sleep you had to wonder, what it would be like to see her smile.
#Wanda/Reader#Wanda Maximoff/Reader#Y/N/Wanda#Avengers#Reader#Wanda Maximoff#Natasha Romanoff#Wanda x Reader#Wanda Maximoff x Reader#MCU#avengers aou
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Only love can hurt like this.
Pairings: Wanda x reader
Summary: What started as a normal day in y/n's favorite coffee shop, turned out to be the start of her new life.
A/n: It's been a while guys. I gotta give credit to this game called 'a new life' (I actually spent $3 to buy this to only make me cry). But I gotta say it's a beautiful story even with the alternative endings. This is angst, had to come back with angst of course, cause why not. I hope you guys enjoy. If this goes well...there might be a second part...
Warnings: covid mentioned, angst.
Moving to New York was definitely a new beginning for y/n; away from her family, studying arts, living in the dream city, everything was perfect or…everything should be perfect. But it wasn’t…why? She didn’t know, she was confused. How was it possible? If her mother knew she didn’t feel 100%, she would ask her to go back and tell her again how it wasn’t a good idea. But she was willing to accomplish her dreams, she was willing to find that happiness she was lacking. She could do it.
She was on her break from class, she felt she was about to pass out since she hadn’t eaten anything at all. She was used to it, but the longer she went without eating, the worst she felt. She finally found a table away from people, it was her favorite place to be, a small coffee place where she found the best coffee and best sandwiches, it was the reward she waited all day to have.
She was focused on her sandwich and her drawing, the people around her completely ignored, she was in her own world, just like every day. She was focused on getting the last details of her drawing that she didn’t notice a brunette standing right behind her until she heard the angelical voice.
“Is this seat taken?”
Y/n looked up and her whole world once again stopped. She probably stared at her for a little longer than intended, nodding as she smiled. “Yes. I mean- no. It’s not.”
The brunette chuckled as she sat down and looked at y/n. “I’m sorry, all tables and seats are taken.”
“No worries, I could always use some company.” Y/n chuckled. She then tilted her head as she stared at the girl. “Aren’t you…I know you from somewhere…”
“Wanda Maximoff.” Wanda smiled.
“Witchy powers?” Y/n smiled.
Wanda raised her brow. “Thought only Stark say that.”
Y/n chuckled. “I’m sorry.” She shrugged. “I actually think your powers are pretty cool. The most powerful of them.” She said almost quietly as she looked back down.
Wanda blushed as she looked away. “I wouldn’t say that but…thank you.” She then looked up again. “You draw?”
Y/n nodded. “I study arts. I kinda have to.” She grinned as she looked back at Wanda.
“Can I see?” Y/n smiled as she handed the iPad. Wanda gasped softly as she smiled. “This is beautiful…uh…” she looked back at y/n as she chuckled. “I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Y/n…y/n y/l/n.” She smiled as she extended her hand for Wanda to take.
“Nice to meet you.” Wanda smiled.
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There was not a single minute where y/n didn’t think about Wanda. Hours and hours talking, completely ignoring the fact that she had missed her two last classes of the day just because she wanted to stay with that beautiful green eyed. After exchanging numbers, Wanda had left, and y/n noticed Wanda had left her wallet just beside y/n’s coffee. She didn’t know if she was happy or worried that it had happened, but the moment she got a text from Wanda the next day, she knew for sure she was happy.
Witchy: please tell me u have my wallet and I didn’t give anyone free pass of it…
y/n: oh, why? U got a thousand dollars there?
Witchy: more like $5, is it enough for something?
y/n: could def buy myself a coffee ;)
Witchy: go ahead then, all yours :)
y/n: is there a place I can meet u, so I give it back? Without the $5 of course
Witchy: ahaha what if I take with me another $5 and we meet at that coffee again? Need to try that sandwich u had
y/n: sounds just perfect. 2 pm tomorrow?
Witchy: see you then!!
And suddenly, the sandwich became Wanda’s favorite food, or maybe the girl became her favorite person ever.
The following days, Wanda would wait y/n in the same table, at the same hour. It was now a routine for both of them. It wasn’t long after everyone at the compound heard about the new mysterious girl, and they had invited her over for a party. Pietro was happy that after all, Wanda was finally able to have a genuine smile on her face.
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It wasn’t Wanda’s first time in y/n’s dorm, but after weeks of knowing each other, this time it felt so much different. Her eyes couldn’t leave y/n, she kept trying to concentrate on the guitar, but it was almost impossible, but she didn’t feel too guilty about it because time to time, she noticed y/n staring at her too. Wanda smiled as she played the guitar and y/n looked up from her drawing.
“I’m bored.” Y/n sighed.
“Hello bored, I’m Wanda.” Wanda grinned.
Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Wanda.” She looked at the TV that was forgotten for a moment. She had entirely forgotten what they had been watching, but now the news plays on the screen, and y/n’s heart stopped for a moment as the details of a new virus were now all over the world. She looked back at Wanda then.
“You know…there’s a rumor going around that at the end of this semester, we are going to be studying from home…” y/n looked down at her hands. “They won’t let us stay in our dorms.”
Wanda looked up. “Is it because of the virus?”
Y/n nodded. “It’s spreading fast. The scholarship helps me with school, and I’m running out of savings.”
Wanda nodded. “We will find a way for you to stay here.”
Y/n shrugged. “Maybe…” she chuckled as she looked back at her iPad.
“How’s the drawing going?”
Y/n looked up and smiled. “It’s going great.”
“Can I see?” Wanda smiled.
“I uh…um…” she cleared her throat. “I just-“
“It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
“When it’s done.” Y/n looked at Wanda and smiled.
Wanda nodded. “Sounds perfect.” She then continued with the guitar.
Y/n stared at her for a while, putting her iPad away and sat on her bed, tilting her head. “You play beautifully.”
“It’s nothing…just…some chords I remember from YouTube. And it comes included with having powers.” Wanda chuckled.
Y/n chuckled. “Right.” She sighed happily as she stared at her. “Wanda…”
“Yeah?” Wanda looked at her.
Y/n chewed on her lip nervously. “Can I kiss you?”
Wanda smiled widely, putting down the guitar carefully. “Yes.”
Y/n smiled as she stood up and walked to Wanda. She sat down beside her on the couch, she placed her hands carefully on Wanda’s neck and brought her closer to her, finally connecting their lips together. Both girls smiled softly, chuckling as the smile stopped them from kissing, but they weren’t even mad about it, not being able to help it. Wanda pulled her closer until y/n was on her lap, Wanda wrapping her arms around her waist and hugging her tightly as she kissed her.
“Is this even real?” Y/n asked against Wanda’s lips, her hands running through Wanda’s hair.
Wanda nodded. “I believe so.” She chuckled. “Is it…too soon to ask you to move in…with me? To the compound?”
Y/n furrowed her brows. “You mean-“
“I-I just…like…not to my room of c-course. I can…ask Stark to give you a room and then you can just-“
“I like the sound of that.” Y/n smiled. “Room or not, I think I’d still go to you every night if it means I’ll have you close to me.”
Wanda giggled. “Yes. I want that.” She pecked her lips softly. “I’ll talk to them today.”
Y/n smiled. “Thank you.”
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Two whole months went by since the pandemic had started officially, it seemed like the whole world, the whole universe had stopped. Everything had been calm inside the compound, the whole routine had changed for them, but they had to admit it was good to not have to fight aliens, or crazy people every single day. Everyone seemed to be safe for now.
Wanda and y/n became much closer, making their relationship official, being together every single moment of the day -yes, even when y/n was in class, Wanda was right beside her.-. Y/n’s favorite thing to do, was watching Wanda train every day. Little by little, Wanda became more in control of her powers, and she loved watching that smile of proudness in Wanda.
But things were still happening in the outside world. She was even more stressed than she was before, she knew no one was immortal here, she had come to care about everyone who had decided to stay here. But mostly, she was scared to lose Wanda; she had come to find that her lack of happiness, was that she was alone in the big city, and the moment she met Wanda, she finally felt complete.
Wanda stretched as she finished her routine, turning her head to find y/n staring at her and then putting her focus back on her notebook. Wanda smiled as she found it cute, how she was always around Wanda and her journal went everywhere with her. She had found it funny how she had met her with an iPad, and she was now carrying a notebook around. Wanda slowly made her way to her, not even making the effort to be quiet as she noticed y/n had all her attention on the notebook.
“Detka…can I ask why you always have that around you?” Wanda grinned as she knelt in front of y/n.
Y/n looked up at Wanda and blushed. “Well…it’s my journal.” She laughed nervously. “I just…feel better having it with me.”
Wanda nodded. “That’s cute.” She smiled as she leaned in to kiss her forehead. “C’mon. I need to take a shower.” She stood up and proceeded to help y/n.
“Yes, you need it.” Y/n laughed as she wrapped her arm around Wanda’s waist.
“Mean.” Wanda chuckled as they started walking to the door. “Why you always sit on the floor?”
“It’s cold and comfy.” Y/n looked at Wanda as she smiled.
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Y/n had been laying in the same position for the last few hours. She looked at Wanda and smiled, she looked so in peace and her breathing was the only thing that helped y/n stay calm and not panic. Her mind was filled with many thoughts, she had been trying to sleep but an impossible headache had taken over her, and it was impossible to even move.
She felt Wanda moving, which made her look up at Wanda again, smile forming on her lips. “Are you awake?” Y/n whispered softly.
“Yeah…I can feel someone staring at me and her thoughts are a little louder.” Wanda smiled as she opened her eyes and looked down at y/n. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
Y/n looked away as she laid her head on Wanda’s chest again. “I think the whole pandemic caused me anxiety.”
“It’s understandable. It’s a scary world.” Wanda played with y/n’s hair as she kissed her forehead. “But I’m here to protect you.”
Y/n smiled. “I know…but I’m still afraid.”
“I know.” Wanda sighed. “How long have you been getting these headaches?”
Y/n looked up at Wanda. “I- not for long. I think it’s the anxiety.”
“Are you sure? I can call Bruce.”
“I’m okay.” Y/n smiled. “I just want all of this to be over.”
“It will. At some point.” Wanda smiled. “We can travel then.”
“Travel?” Y/n chuckled. “You want to travel with me?”
“Of course. We can go anywhere…we can…make more memories for your journal. Not only the boring adventures we have here.” Wanda laughed.
Y/n laughed as she shrugged. “Meeting you was a new adventure.” She smiled. “I’m just glad the world is calm and…you get to stay with me.”
Wanda nodded. “You said it yourself. I’m powerful, I can take care of myself.”
Y/n nodded. “Yes. But I want to be selfish and keep you to myself.” Y/n leaned in and kissed Wanda softly.
“You have me.” Wanda kissed her lips again. “C’mon. Let’s get some sleep.” She hugged y/n tighter as she kissed her forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
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Wanda moved from her current position as she tried to find the right spot to go back asleep, but the moment she didn’t feel y/n, she opened her eyes and looked around the bed and then around the room. She sighed as she noticed a small light on their desk, and her lover sitting right there.
Wanda sat down on the bed and rubbed her eyes, she was too sleepy to walk all the way to the desk, so she stared at her for a moment trying to find the right words to say; she didn’t want an argument or anything.
“Love? What time is it?”
Y/n turned to looked at the clock as she heard Wanda’s voice. “Fuck.” She whispered softly. “4:30 am.”
“Why are you up?”
Y/n sighed as she placed her hands on her head. “I uh…have to turn in a project. For work.”
Wanda sighed as she stood up and walked to y/n. “Detka…you’ve been working with them for 3 months…is it necessary? all this stress? You need to sleep.”
“I need to finish it before tomorrow.” She then looked at the clock. “Well…in 6 hours.”
Wanda massaged y/n’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “You’re already ahead. And you need sleep. You haven’t been feeling well.”
“And you think I’m sick?”
“I’m not sure if sick but…it’s definitely not common. Your headaches, the breathing-“
“Anxiety attacks. Nothing to worry about.”
Wanda turned the chair so y/n could look at her as she raised her brow. “I worry, because I love you.”
Y/n looked up at Wanda and nodded. “I’m fine I just…I guess it is stress.”
Wanda tilted her head. “Really?”
“Well…the breathing…”
“I know. I will call Bruce.”
“Wan, I-“
“I don’t want a no for an answer. If you won’t take care of yourself, I will.”
Y/n smiled softly. “Okay.”
Wanda smiled as she kissed her forehead. “Good girl.”
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“Are you saying-“
“She’s positive. We don’t have to take her to a hospital but…she needs to be in quarantine. You should get tested too.” Bruce took off his glasses and looked at Wanda. “She’s not okay. Not…delicate but…we should’ve started treatment days ago.”
“I know I just…she kept saying it was stress and anxiety, and-“ Wanda sighed as she felt tears in her eyes. “She’ll be okay, right?”
Bruce nodded. “We’ll take care of her. I’ll stay.”
Wanda nodded. “Thanks.”
Wanda closed her door and got her phone out as she walked to the bed. The room didn’t feel the same anymore, some of y/n’s things were gone now, since they had moved her to a new room. Natasha joked and said it was the lonely room starting from now, since none of the had gotten the virus. Steve was the one who went in and helped Bruce check on y/n, since they both had said they didn’t want anyone else to get it.
Wanda felt lonely and devastated, she didn’t think y/n would be able to get the virus. She was sure she had gotten it in that stupid meeting that they made obligatory, where else could she get it from? But that didn’t matter anymore, she was sick, and they were apart…
Wanda waited for y/n to answer the videocall, trying to contain her tears just by the thought of her being alone and sick. She smiled the moment y/n appeared on the screen, feeling her heart beating fast.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
“Hey witchy.” Y/n smiled softly. “How are you?”
Wanda chuckled as she tried to hold back her tears. “I should be asking you that.”
“I’m fine. Full of meds.” Y/n chuckled but was interrupted with coughing. “Sorry…I’ve had this cough since I was locked here.”
Wanda nodded. “I know. Bruce told me he had you with oxygen too.”
Y/n nodded. “Kinda low. I needed it. But no intubation until now. And…” she coughed. “…only a few more days.”
Wanda sniffled as she nodded. “I can’t wait.”
Y/n smiled sadly. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”
“None of that. Forget it. You’ll be okay.” Wanda let some of her tears roll down her cheeks. She licked her lips slowly as she tried to stop the sobs. “We’ll get over this. We’ll be able to go out. Travel. So you can continue your journal.” Wanda smiled sadly.
“Yes.” Y/n smiled. “We will.”
“Have you been able to draw?”
Y/n nodded. “From my memories…yes.” She smiled. “I love you.”
Wanda furrowed her brows but smiled. “I love you more.”
“You know…” y/n stared at the screen for a moment and re-thought her words, not wanting to make Wanda sadder. “I miss your cuddles.”
Wanda giggled. “I miss hugging you and kissing you.” She smiled. “I can’t wait to do that.”
“I assume you tested negative.”
“I did. I’ll still get tested again after you finish quarantine.”
“I’m glad you didn’t get it. With that steamy contact we had a few days ago.” Y/n smirked.
Wanda laughed. “You’re an idiot.” She stared at the screen as she smiled. “My idiot.”
Y/n smiled. “Your idiot.”
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“Are you sure?”
Bruce nodded. “Apparently. The doctor said after 10 days the virus was gone. Her cough is not entirely gone, but she’s no longer contagious.”
Wanda smiled. “Thank you, Bruce.”
Bruce nodded. “She’s getting a shower, but after that…all yours.” He chuckled as he walked out the room.
Wanda couldn’t help but smile even bigger at the news. She was finally going to be able to see her lover, not on a screen anymore; touch her, kiss her, hug her. She knew y/n still needed to rest, but she couldn’t be any happier. Wanda waited patiently on their room, looking at the door as her leg bounced.
The moment the door opened, Wanda jumped from the bed and into y/n’s arms, hugging her tightly. Y/n laughed as she wrapped her arms around the brunette, burying her face on Wanda’s neck. Wanda cried out of happiness as she held y/n, kissing her head, and feeling relieved.
“I missed you.” Wanda cried out.
“I missed you too.” Y/n smiled as she pulled away, gasping as she felt Wanda’s lips on hers. “Baby, I-“
“He said you’re not contagious. I just wanted to kiss you.” Wanda chuckled.
For the rest of the day, both girls stayed in their room cuddling and enjoying each other’s company, something they had been wanting for the last few days. It has been almost 2 whole years of both of them being together, and 15 days had been the longest time they had been apart from each other.
Every single night, Wanda stared at y/n and made sure she was okay. She kept checking for headaches, fever, anything. She knew she still had medicine, but she was still worried that y/n’s coughing was not gone. But she trusted Bruce…she was okay.
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Another month went by, time going faster than they ever expected. Wanda had been working on a bucket list for both of them to accomplish as soon as the pandemic was over. She didn’t mean to keep y/n locked but she was truly afraid for her to go out, so she had said that if she needed to control her bosses’ minds, she would definitely do it.
It was around 3 am when Wanda felt a lot of moving on the bed. She thought she was dreaming until she felt y/n hitting the bed, she rapidly turned around and noticed y/n had a hard time breathing. Panic washed over her as she wasn’t sure what to do, she didn’t know when she had started screaming or how badly she was calling for help, but not even 10 seconds later, Steve, Bruce, Pietro, and Natasha were at the door.
Wanda tried to grab y/n but Natasha and Pietro kept pulling her back so Bruce could work on her. Wanda’s whole world stopped, she swore she could hear voices, but she didn’t understand what they were saying. She again started screaming when Steve carried y/n out of the room. She was unconscious…she was…
“Wanda…”
Wanda opened her eyes and looked around the room. It had been a nightmare? She turned to her side and found it empty, making her heart shutter. She then looked back at Pietro, and she felt her eyes getting teary.
“Where is…what happened?”
Pietro sat down beside Wanda, and he sighed. “Apparently covid affected her lungs badly. They found clots on her lungs and…they were spreading.”
“Were?” Wanda asked scared.
“There’s nothing they can do.” Pietro looked down at his hands. “She has a machine that helps her breath. Her heart can stop any moment.”
Wanda felt her soul leave her body at the words, shocking her head rapidly. “This can’t…no. Pietro-“
“Go to her, Wanda.” Pietro looked at her.
Wanda didn’t waste another second and ran out of her room. She didn’t even need him to tell her where she was…she could feel her…barely. As soon as she arrived to the room, her whole world stopped as she stared at her. Wanda sobbed softly, shocking her head. Y/n turned to the door slowly, offering a sad smile.
“Witchy…”
Wanda walked to her and sat on the chair beside her bed. “Y/n…”
“I’m so sorry. I-“ Y/n coughed. “I c-couldn’t…stay…l-longer.”
Wanda shook her head. “No…don’t apologize. We didn’t know…”
Y/n nodded. “I w-wanted to…s-stay.”
“You’re here. And I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Wanda sobbed as she held y/n’s hand. “I love you. Oh, y/n. I love you so much.” She kissed her hand repeatedly.
Y/n smiled through her tears. “I love…you m-more. Please…forgi-forgive me.”
Wanda nodded. “I do. I forgive you, you did nothing wrong. You were nothing but sweet to me, you gave me love…you were always here. I’ll always love you.”
Y/n smiled. “Me too…” She turned her head slowly and pointed to the small table. “Would…would y-you…keep it s-safe?”
Wanda turned to the small table and smiled as she saw the journal. “I promise.”
Y/n smiled. “Thank you…f-for…everything.”
Wanda laid beside y/n, carefully moving closer to her, and wrapping their hands together. She kissed her over and over, all around her face as she cried.
7 hours. It lasted 7 hours. 7 hours until her heart had stopped entirely. Wanda had stayed with her and never left her side. She didn’t want to let go. She tried to read her mind, but it was blank…she was gone. She couldn’t feel her anymore. Her lover…had left.
She seemed neutral the next day, they had prepared a small ceremony just between them, in the back of the compound. She had tried to stay calm, not saying a word, not letting anyone come close to her. When she finally had the moment to be on her own, she finally had the courage to look at y/n’s journal. She carefully and slowly opened it, smiling at the beautiful drawings. She had only seen y/n using her iPad until she found out about this journal.
She remembered she had once joked about how she had gone back to the old ways and had gotten rid of the technology; y/n had only laughed. Her heart stopped as the next pages were drawings of her; sitting, smiling, laughing, training, sleeping. But then…she got to the most beautiful part; drawings of many of their times together. Memories they had made together in all this time. They were perfect.
Wanda sobbed as she kept looking at them, finally getting to the last part, which was them on a videocall, and then them cuddling, but…it was an unfished drawing. Her heart shutter as she noticed, and then her eyes laid on a small note.
Beautiful witchy,
I wasn’t able to say this when I was with you, and I know I’ll regret it, but in case I’m not able to ever do it, I am writing this note. I love you, more than words can explain. You were that part of me that I needed to feel complete; the moment I met you, I knew you would be the reason of my smile, of my laugh, of my happiness…I knew you would be my whole world.
I am so sorry I didn’t listen to you. I am so sorry that we never got to do all the thing we said we would do. I hate the thought of leaving you, and if that’s the case, I hope you can forgive me.
I’ll be with you everywhere you go. I know you like to write, not always, but you have a pretty handwriting…so continue this journal for me. Live. Love. Don’t stop yourself from growing. The world will soon need their heroes again, and you are the most powerful, so please. Keep. Going.
You are the love of my life, and I will always be grateful for the memories, the love, and the time you gave me. It was the best part of my life. You were the best thing that could’ve ever happened to me. I love you to the moon and back.
Forever yours, your idiot.
Wanda breathed heavily as she read over and over the note. She didn’t know where or how she started running, she could hear people calling for her, but she ignored everyone. She ran through the woods, away from everyone. The journal had been the only thing she had taken with her, the only thing that mattered.
She kept running until she tripped and fall on her knees, breathing heavily. She sobbed loudly as she hugged the journal, feeling a pressure on her chest that grew each moment she cried. She finally let herself scream, a red blast surrounding her, making a big hole around her where there were once trees.
Her eyes were now red, that pressure was still inside her, but she felt tired, she was exhausted. Did she do this? Most likely, but she didn’t care. She hugged the journal tighter, sobbing.
“Crying won’t bring her back.”
Wanda slowly looked behind her, her eyes turning red the moment she saw a figure behind her. “Who are you?”
“The name’s Agatha Harkness. Nice to meet you, dear. I finally found you.” Agatha smirked as she walked to her.
“Found me?”
“There’s a lot we need to discuss, but first…” Agatha knelt in front of her. “Crying won’t do anything, hun. I have a better solution for you.” Wanda furrowed her brows. “I can teach you…and tell you all you need to know.”
Wanda tilted her head as she stared at Agatha. “I-“
“Do you want her back?” Agatha raised her brow.
Wanda nodded. “I do.”
“Then come with me. Let’s have a chat.” Agatha stood up and extended her hand to help Wanda.
Wanda looked at the journal for a moment and took a deep breathe. She looked back at Agatha and grabbed her hand, standing up slowly. She would keep going. She swore she would. Anything for her lover.
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DON’T YOU LOVE THE DEVIL?
– pairing | wanda maximoff x fem!reader
– synopsis | wanda was everything you wanted in a mom. she was kind and loving, even to those who weren’t her own children. she, however, loved you in a very different way…
– warnings | porn with plot, non con that turns kinda dub con, smut, mommy kink, spanking, thigh riding, overstimulation, aftercare, wanda is a perv lmao (18+)
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Summer was always your favourite time. It meant avid beach trips, ice cream dates and - most importantly - bestie sleepovers. You enjoyed staying at Natasha's house, which was much larger than yours. Wanda, her mother, was always very kind to you, even more so than your own. Because of this, throughout high school, you found yourself always at the Maximoff’s. When you were going through a difficult time, you would always turn to her for support; she was a solid shoulder to cry on as her hushed whispers soothed you.
Much like your house, Natasha’s dad was never in the picture. And because Wanda never seemed to date, it was always just them two and sometimes you. Their house was your safe haven and Wanda was your beckoning angel. Now in your last year of college, you still find yourself coming to the older woman…
Countless nights, you wished she was your mom instead.
Reaching into your pocket, you fumble around for the front key, feeling its familiar shape between your fingertips.
This was your usual routine – Natasha would text when she was nearly home from work, and you’d arrive shortly after, letting yourself in with the spare key she had given you months ago.
The door swings open with a soft creak, revealing the warmth of the home beyond. The living room is empty, just the faint hum of the TV can be heard.
As you step into the kitchen, the warm aroma of burnt vanilla envelops you. Wanda stands against the island, dressed in a large, red sweater and black skirt, with one hand scrolling through her phone as the other holds a glass of red wine. She looked radiant as ever. A grown woman confident in her own skin and her ability.
“Hey, Wanda.”
She places her phone down and greets you warmly. “Hey there, sweetheart. How are you?”
“I’m good.” You take a seat next to her and she busies herself with pouring you a glass of red. You watch her, marvelling at how effortlessly she moves around the kitchen, her movements always graceful and fluid.
"So," Wanda begins, setting the glass in front of you, "another bestie sleepover?"
“Yep! Natasha’s going to be busy with Bucky next week so we’re spending as much time together.”
Wanda scoffs at the mention of her daughter’s partner, “Yeah, she said something about going to his parent’s lake house for the week.”
You hum, reaching for a sip of the wine, awkward in the revelation of Wanda’s distaste for her daughter’s boyfriend. I mean, it’s not like you like him either. You hate him actually. He was always so weird about your friendship with the redhead, always starting arguments around how much you guys hang out together and how he thinks you have a crush on her.
Plus, Natasha was way out of his league and he sometimes treated her like shit. It was only last week when Natasha was complaining about how they had an argument during their date and Bucky left her to find her own way home…
“I really don’t know what she sees in him.”
You sigh, setting the glass back down. “Me neither. He’s an asshole.”
Lost in thought, you fail to notice Wanda’s approach until an arm laid upon your shoulder, and a hand twirled around your curls.
“You know, I always thought Natasha would end up with you.”
Shocked by her confession, you try to respond - to deny that nothing would ever happened - but your mouth is unable to move as her nails scratch against your neck.
Wanda settles down in the stool beside you, hand retreating to stroke down your arm.
"I just don't understand. He’s boring and doesn’t deserve Tasha, whereas, you’re… you’re so much better than him.” She admits softly, her gaze fixed on you.
"You’re so much more than him.”
You shrug, expelling a shaky breath as you watch her manicured nail draw patterns against your exposed skin.
Silence envelopes you both, Wanda deep in thought and you pretend to act calm about the fact that Wanda’s touch has trailed down to your hands, resting in your lap.
“You know if I were her…” Her breath flutters against your ear, “I wouldn’t even think about anyone else… when I have you.”
Your heart skips a beat at her admission.
"I..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as you struggle to articulate the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling within you.
It felt so wrong, and yet you didn’t want her to stop.
To keep stroking your hand,
To keep whispering in your ear.
To keep close to you.
“I think… I want to kiss you.” Wanda murmurs, her thumb gently running over your lips.
But before you could say anything, she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss.
“So pretty.” She whispers, lips closing in once again, but the sudden closing of a door upstairs startles you both as you pull away. Eyes wide in fear that Natasha could’ve seen you kissing her mom.
Wanda leaves her seat, an unreadable expression on her face, and disappears into the living room, Natasha’s thundering footsteps break you from looking at her as she comes downstairs. Her hair is wet, her bangs clinging to her forehead. She must’ve been in the shower.
“You made it!” Natasha exclaims before briefly hugging you and dragging you with her upstairs, “Come on. Let’s watch a movie.”
…
A few hours later, and a few movies down, you end up back in the kitchen, in search of a drink. You spot Wanda in the living room watching a show, her presence both comforting and unnerving. No longer elegantly dressed, she lounges in a maroon satin night gown. The thin fabric barely covers her long legs as it glows complimentarily against her pale skin.
Summoning as much courage, you take a seat on the other end of the sofa. The drink long forgotten. She recognises your presence but you both don’t say anything, engrossed in some reality show on TV. This distraction works for a while but then, like a shadow in the morning sun, the memory of the kiss surfaces. Heat blossoms against your cheeks but you feel it weighing on your mind, a heavy burden demanding acknowledgement.
“Wanda,” your voice so quiet she almost didn’t hear it, ‘I think we should talk about earlier.”
With a delayed hum, she turns towards you, waiting patiently for you to continue. Your words stumble out clumsily, faltering as you try to convey the complexity of your emotions. You want to explain that the kiss was wrong, that she was your best friend’s mom and that nothing like that could happen again, but you don’t want to hurt her feelings in the process.
Her expression was unreadable, you could almost hear the pounding of your own heart, the uncertainty hanging thick in the air between you. And then, finally, she speaks.
“I’m sorry, darling. I thought- it was silly and inappropriate of me.” She reaches over to briefly squeeze your hand.
“Let’s forget it happened.”
You exhale with relief, “Yeah, okay. Thank you.”
Quick to change the conversation and clear the awkward tension, Wanda asks, “How come you’re down here anyways? Where’s Natasha?”
“Oh she fell asleep.” You giggle at the unattractive image of your best friend, snoring somewhat loudly and taking up your side of the bed.
“Besides, I’m not really tired, so I thought I’d come down for a drink.”
Wanda hums, a smile on her face at the sight of you giggling so cutely.
But you notice her hands run over bare arms, soothing the goosebumps and the slight shiver, “Are you cold?”
She looks at you for a moment, eyes taking in your concerned features before she nods.
“I’ll get you a blanket.” You move to stand but a grip on your wrist halts you.
“Don’t bother. Just sit here.”
She leans back against the pillows, legs parting slightly. Your brows furrow in confusion.
She tugs your wrist softly, “Don’t think, just come here.”
She pulls you to sit between her thighs, flush against her front as she winds her arms around you. It wasn’t uncommon be hugged by the older woman but it’s never been like this. But despite earlier, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you. The room even felt cosier now all that tension was gone. So, you lean back into her embrace, feeling her steady heartbeat against your back and her warm thighs brush against yours.
“Hm, much better. You’ve always run hot.” Her face snuggles into your curls and you giggle.
Her large hands dip, holding softly onto your hips, pulling you even closer with a silent groan, before descending to your thighs. A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine, but you maintain composure, thinking nothing of the surely innocent touch as you focus on the TV screen in front of you.
Her touch is gentle, sending a warm current through your body with each stroke. You feel your legs widen, following in the direction of her strokes, not wanting the caress to stop. The show on the TV fades into the background as your attention becomes solely fixated on her.
She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “Pretty girl... feels good, doesn’t it?”
You nod, allowing yourself to melt further into her embrace, your head resting against her shoulder instead of watching her hands.
Wanda tuts, “No, baby, head up.”
A single hand moves from your thigh to hold the back of your head, forcing you to look down at your entwined legs. Another hand wanders higher than expected, tracing small circles into your inner thigh, jarring you out of your trance as you go to wiggle free from her grip. “Wanda… that’s-”
Your speech is cut off as fingers slip under your shorts, and you gasp, squirming with renewed vigour. But her hold refuses even the feeblest motions as she wraps an arm around your waist.
“Wanda… please!”
“Don’t think, baby.” She warns again, fingers gliding further into your shorts. “Just let yourself feel good.”
You fight harder, hips snapping away from her touch as hands pry at her wrist. “Get off me!”
“No, you’re not getting up.” You squirm again, and without warning, she digs her nails harshly into your soft skin. “I said, you’re not getting up.”
You whimper in pain and stop your movement. Instantly, her nails pull back from your skin, leaving red angry crescent marks. Those fingertips gently caress the marks to soothe them before moving up under your shirt.
“Good girl.” Those words bring an odd warmth to your body and suddenly you think that letting Wanda have her way with you couldn’t be as bad as you initially thought…
But light fingers caressing up and down your stomach, inching closer to your breasts reminded you of the position you’re in.
This was your best friend’s mom.
Natasha didn’t deserve this.
“Wanda, we can’t… it’s not right. What about Nat-?”
“It’s fine, princess.” She interrupts, placing a few chaste kisses against your neck. “She won’t find out.”
Suddenly, those hands slide up over your bare breasts and gently squeeze. You take in a deep breath and exhale slowly with a soft whimper. Pleased with the response, she begins to knead them kindly alternating between light and firm pressure.
“You like that, baby?” Wanda coos then nibbles on the side of your ear, descending your neck carefully to not leave bites and marks in place.
Your back arches slightly, pressing your breasts deeper into her adept grasp, and your defiance fades ever so quickly with each breathy moan.
“Hm, so needy, so responsive…” thumbs swipes over your perked nipples, “and all I’m doing is playing with your tits, princess.”
Your increased whines answer in reply and Wanda doesn’t bother wasting time anymore. Lifting a hand from its spot under your top, she glides down under your shorts. Her lithe fingers ghost over the soaked underwear, travelling low enough to feel the wetness seep from your slit, and she moans lowly at the sensation. “You’re so wet… fuck, is this all for me?”
Battling between not wanting this and giving in to her, you also fight the urge to thrust your hips upwards, to search for some needed friction, to end the maddening ache between your thighs.
The older woman’s light touches feel like heaven and hell as nimble fingers slide up and down the fabric that clung to you, purposely missing where you needed her most.
“That’s it, baby. Relax… let go for me.”
A strange fuzziness washes over you completely as you relax - moral sobriety long forgotten - as your legs spread apart limply for Wanda to grope in every direction.
“M’kay.” You reply, barely hearing yourself, lost in the moment.
Wanda sighs contently, forever pleased she’s put you in this headspace with such little fight.
Focusing back on your neck, she licks along the flushed skin, and as she bites against your pulse a little harder, the slight pain has you quivering.
You melt into the warm heat below you, head resting against a firm shoulder, as you let out a moan laced with pleasure and slight frustration. Hips bucking slightly back into Wanda’s hoping she’d take the hint and get on with it.
The quicker you gave her what she wanted, the quicker it would be done.
Finally, her index finger slides higher, the tip of her nail just brushing against your clit slightly. Your thighs shake at the motion, wanting to clamp shut around her but never doing so in fear she would stop. A cry falls from your mouth in surprise as her finger finally reaches, circling your swollen nerve endings in a slow yet firm motion.
Your words stumble out clumsily, unable to string a full sentence together as Wanda practically purrs against your ear.
“Oh, you’re doing so well, baby.” She coos, before pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, “So well for me… come here.”
Tipping your neck up, she dips forward, pressing her hot lips against your own. A choked note of dismay comes from you as Wanda forces your mouth open and shoves her tongue inside. The older woman dominates the clashing of tongues, making sure that you know your place.
You fail to notice Wanda pull your shorts and panties down from your hips until her fingers press against you harder, and you can’t help but grind against it with such aching desperation. She marvels over how pathetic you look… one minute begging for her to stop and now humping against her like a bitch in heat, swallowing her tongue down your throat.
Such a depraved mental image and yet it only feeds into her desire for you.
To claim you as hers, no matter if you wanted it or not.
Because she didn’t care.
She could feel herself getting wetter, as she met your grinding with her own thrusts, your ass pressing flush against her soaked panties.
The kiss eventually comes to an end, a few hungry strands of saliva briefly clinging to your lips, linking you together. Wanda gazes lovingly at the sight of you, a growing smile on her lips, as you writhe in building pleasure.
“Can you look at me, princess?”
Wanda asks in a sultry tone and you struggle to open your eyes, squinting against the light as her blurry face comes into focus. Her pupils are blown out, partly consuming those emerald irises, her cheeks painted a flushed pink, and her lips part as she pants freely.
She looks so beautiful.
Her green eyes shine clouded over in a different colour than Natasha’s…
Natasha.
Dread seeps into your bones, your body ripped from its relaxed trance as you recall your best friend and how she’s sleeping upstairs as you’re fucked by her mom.
You don’t want to think about how upset she would be to find you like this.
“Baby…” She reels your mind back to focus on her, noticing you’re beginning to spiral. “You ready to come for me?”
Her fingers speed up perfectly but you shook your head in defiance, your mind no longer free to just enjoy Wanda’s touch.
“No,” she coos, “you don’t want to come for me, baby? Don’t want to come for Mommy?”
A whiny no leaves your lips, not giving in to the beautiful temptress behind you.
Annoyed, Wanda rolls her eyes, clearly upset that you wouldn’t just give in to her and that you’re not nestled in that special little headspace anymore.
Without warning, she twists your thigh over the other, ass on show as she lashes out with a sharp slap. You cry out at the unexpected blow, your hands grabbing tightly onto whatever part of the woman you can reach. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push her away or pull her close.
“I thought we were done with that, baby.” She unleashes a few more spanks, “Thought you were going to be my good girl, hm?”
You gasp for air at the same time Wanda gropes your marked flesh, pulling your cheeks apart as she rubs in soothing circles. The breath turns into a choked moan as Wanda spanks you one more time, before returning you to your original position, back to pressing firm circles against your clit.
Once again, you fight her touch. Hips wiggling in each direction until ankles wrap around your legs, locking you in place.
Tight circles turn to quick taps, the once pleasing hand now bringing pain upon your pussy in rapid succession, not allowing you to writhe in her generosity for too long before returning to cruelty.
A beautiful blend that muddled all of your defying thoughts until there was nothing left.
Your body betrayed your mind. Your legs fell completely limp, as you lay at the mercy of the older woman. Taking whatever she deemed necessary to give.
Finally, she had you.
“I don’t care if you don’t want to. You’re going to cum all over my fingers for me.” She concludes with a kiss on your cheek.
And not caring if you cry loud enough to wake up the rest of the house, her fingers speed up for the last time, sending you headfirst over the edge.
…
After what felt like hours, Wanda was done with you. You had moved into her bedroom, deciding the sofa was not adequate to continue. Now her head rests against your stomach after she had spread you open to lap up your next orgasm.
Your body spasms randomly, wave after wave of aftershock rolling over you. A warm hand cups your core firmly, and you buck away from the sensitivity, not wanting her touch anymore. But her fingers remain, gliding slowly up and down your slit, marvelling at your swollen skin, before pushing against your entrance.
You’re overwhelmed. What little fight you have left mentally can’t keep up with the fatigue of your exhausted body. If she wanted to, she could have her way with you. Again and again. Fresh tears fall from your eyes as you sob inconsolably into hands covering your face.
Wanda leaves you be, moving up your body to grab onto your wrists.
“Hey, baby… it’s okay, you’re okay…” she coos, fingertips wiping away your tears, “Mommy went too hard on you, didn’t she?”
You struggle to find the words, and Wanda shushes you, stopping you from thinking too much in such a delicate headspace.
You feel movement, feel Wanda get off you, and your eyes snap open in a slight panic but she sits beside you and swiftly draws you onto her lap.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t cry.” She says gently, reeling you in with false empathy. She was glad she pushed you too hard you broke.
“Mommy couldn’t help herself.”
You scoot closer, close enough to bury your head into her neck as fingers trail up and down your back.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby. Can you forgive me?”
Her soothing words are music to your ears as you whimper softly against the woman, not willing to talk or move away. You just want her to hold you.
“Say it, princess. Say you forgive me.”
She guides you out of her neck to look at her.
“I forgive you.” You choke out, upset you’re no longer buried in her chest, as your hands run back to cover your eyes. Too ashamed to even look at her.
“Sweet girl, come here.” Wanda doesn’t wait, moving your hands to wrap around her neck as she kisses you hungrily, swallowing any little disapprovals as you push languidly against her chest, trying to force her mouth off of you.
It’s fine, it’s fine,” she ushers against your swollen lips, “I just want to make you feel better.”
You whine in disapproval but your arms wrap tighter around her.
“You love me, don’t you?” She whispers against your cheek, but doesn’t let you reply, as you choke on her tongue, stroking deep against yours.
“Say you love me, baby.” She moves to kiss your forehead, before moving down against your collarbone.
Hands groping your ass as she rocks you steady against her thigh.
“I love you,” a few tears burn down your throat as you hiccup,” I love you, I love you.”
Wanda mumbles her gratitude into your skin, fresh marks blooming against your chest as she fucks you against her.
“Keep saying you love me, baby.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you…” flies from your mouth in quick succession, your mind once again empty as the tell tale signs of another orgasm come into view.
“I love you too, princess.” She returns to your lips, tongue prodding past them as she coaxes your tongue into her mouth.
“Come on. Be good for me.”
It slams into you, body tense as you fall over the edge, pressing your face deep into her neck. She shushes you, not letting go of your body until the convulsions stop, and even then, you’re curled into her chest. Unwilling to part from her.
She allows you to sob freely, your body shaking uncontrollably as hands stroke all over until you calm down. Almost asleep in her arms.
A hand runs through your damp hair, “That’s it, baby. We’re done.”
“No more.” You mumble out, eyes already shut as exhaustion washes over.
“No more, baby. Go to sleep.” Wanda shifts you down her body, your face now against her chest, as she covers you both with her duvet.
Unable to resist any longer, you drift off in Wanda’s warm embrace.
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