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Y/n: Wanda, last night you got drunk and tried to set our marriage certificate on fire.

Wanda: No I didn't-

Y/n: I specifically remember you saying "good luck trying to return me without the receipt!"

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Lullaby

Pairing: Wanda x Vision

Genre: fluff, comfort/hurt, angst

Word count: 1k

Summary: It was less about the words but the emotion behind them. It was about the presence of someone who would protect you when you were at your most vulnerable. Someone who would be by your side, no matter what. Someone who would love you for the good times and the bad.

He wasn’t sure what it was - whether it was the love that poured from her even when the twins were crying in the dead of night for milk, or the glow that seemed to emit from her skin radiantly. He had read about the “pregnancy glow” in the books, but seeing it within his wife was something that he could never have imagined.

The melody didn’t sound like any version of a nursery rhyme he’d ever heard, but like the twins, as soon as the soft words left Wanda’s lips, he found himself relaxing against the frame while the twins quickly drifted back off into their slumber.

Later, Wanda would explain to him that it was something Iryna would sing to her and Pietro when they were younger. At first, to lull them to sleep and then as they grew the tune would comfort them when they were hurt, sad or afraid. Vision would learn that a lullaby was much more than a simple song, or a tool to ease the harsh realities of parenthood for even just a couple of small hours.

It was less about the words but the emotion behind them. It was about the presence of someone who would protect you when you were at your most vulnerable. Someone who would be by your side, no matter what. Someone who would love you for the good times and the bad.

It was about love.

It was about comfort.

It was about home.

He’d learnt a lot from such a simple thing as a lullaby - new information added to his database with insight that he could not have gained from any search engine or encyclopaedia.

He’d been laying in bed for quite a few hours with his book in the dark of their bedroom. Wanda had moved from her position against his chest in favour of curling herself around a pillow, facing away from him. He didn’t mind - it was a subconscious movement; the important thing was that she was getting her rest.

The twins were fast asleep and tucked up in their bed. By the age of three, they had long since left behind the age of pacifiers in favour of their new found independence and growing confidence - although that was hard for both Wanda and Vision to stomach at times.

They were growing so quickly, and no matter how much the pair wanted to keep their boys small, there was no way around it. But the peaceful nights were a bonus at least.

At least, it had been a peaceful night until thunder rolled across the dark night sky, swiftly followed by a strike of lightening that illuminated the bedroom. Wanda stirred besides him, causing Vision to cast a cautionary glance towards his wife, only turning back when he watched her settle. With no need for him to sleep, he would spend most nights like this - racing through the books he would get from the library since Wanda had banned him from buying books because they didn’t have a infinite amount of room in their home. With an average rate of 7 books a week, that would quickly add up.

Vision would counter that by saying it was an excuse to get him to take the twins out of the house, but he would never complain. Their trips to the library meant that the boys were expanding their minds; and their love of reading. They’d make their way home via the ice cream parlour and the park, giving Wanda the day to herself to get some much needed rest and relaxation.

As the storm rolled in, the thunder got louder and louder and Wanda seemed to grow more and more distressed. Though she was not awake, he could tell that she was breaking out of her sleep slowly and fitfully. Her brows furrowed and practically knitted together as she turned onto her back, her arms drawing the duvet up to her chest. She was holding the material so tightly that her knuckles were almost white with her grip.

His book quickly discarded to the bedside table, Vision turns onto his side, wrapping his arm around Wanda to pull her closer. A soft kiss against her cheek, he nuzzles his nose against her skin as another flash of lightning illuminates the room harshly.

“tie mi t͡ʃaˈjaɫəm, ˈʃiɪdeŋ ˈti e ˈʃte

ˈdrage wo t͡sto ˈmisliɫəm,

ˈdom naʃ ˈʃiɪdeŋ ˈgnieʒdo.

bez veˈdeɪ̆ doˈkude ˈjit͡ʃiʃ,

ˈʃiʒa ˈsunt͡so nad tiˈe.”

His voice is barely above a whisper as he sings the song he’d heard Wanda first sing to their newborns years ago. The tension seems to lift from her body as she turns in his embrace, her face nuzzling against his chest as she finds solace against his body.

“We’ve been waiting for you

Now you are here

More perfect than I imagined

Our house is now a home

No matter where you go

Sunlight shines on you.”

The lullaby may have been a traditional Sokovian lullaby, meant to soothe babes from their distress, but Vision had learnt it was more about that. It was about comfort and it was about love. It was about learning that although Wanda was a grown woman, she too needed the solace that it provided. She needed to know that she was safe. She needed to know that she was loved, cared for - and he would be there for her no matter what.

A soft kiss to her forehead settled the redhead back off to sleep in his arms, a small smile curving the corners of her lips before she fell back into a deep sleep; the storm no longer disturbing her.

#wanda maximoff #marvel #mcu #Wanda x Vision #ScarletVision #Wanda needs a hug #soft vision #i just love them okay #wandavision #bea writes

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Wanda, whispering: Run

Literally everyone watching:

#multiverse of madness spoilers #multiverse of madness #doctor stranger multiverse of madness #doctor strange spoilers #doctor strange #Wanda Maximoff

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The loml

#elizabeth olsen #multiverse of madness

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Natasha: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Y/N: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

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The real writer experience is standing in the shower and coming up with the most authentic dialogue with perfect phrasing and raw emotion in your head, then stepping out and drying your hair, putting on some clean pajamas and opening a word document to write down all your perfect ideas only to realize everything has evaporated. 

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“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”

*reads fanfiction for 3 hours*

*daydreams about my favorite characters and actors*

*takes a nap*

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The gift that keeps on giving

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Genre: basically just PWP. I’ve never really written anything as forward as this, so I hope you like it!

Warnings: 18+ only! Do not interact if you’re a minor. Warnings for sub!reader, fingering, vibrator, semi-public sex (for part one, at least)

Word count: 2.1k

It had started with a throwaway comment that you had almost missed over dinner. Slipped between courses as your food arrived over the table, Natasha had glanced towards you with a smirk and a shrug of her shoulders.

“Be careful what you wish for, y/n.”

What you hadn’t expected was for her to make good on her word, but then, you had no reason not to trust the trained assassin.

She’d left for a mission a couple of days later, leaving you and Wanda alone for a week, when a box had shown up at the door.

“It’s for you, detka,” Wanda had smiled as she presented you with the box at the breakfast bar in the compound. Everyone else was assigned to missions, leaving the two of you with the place to yourselves. It had been a welcome break for the both of you, though you each missed Natasha immensely.

The three of you had come together into this relationship easily when you had joined the team. Wanda and Natasha both kept their eyes on you eagerly, until one night at one of Tony’s infamous parties. A lot of alcohol had been consumed, leaving to drunken whispers of lust that had led you to the room Natasha and Wanda had shared, and you’d barely left since.

It had taken a while for the avengers to come around to the idea of a trio, but Natasha was quick to warn the team that any and all remarks, comments and whispers about any of you would not be welcome. It was nice to feel protected and safe, and by the two most drop dead gorgeous women you had ever seen?

Damn, you were lucky.

The box wasn’t overly big, but the white box was adorned with a big red bow which brought a childlike grin to your face as you dusted the crumbs from your toast from your fingers.

“For me?” You had questioned, peering over to see if there was a label or anything that would indicate where it had come from. But something told you that Wanda already knew - there was a twinkle in her green eyes that gave her away. Unlike Natasha, she was easily read.

“Mhm,” Wanda hummed, taking a seat on the bar stool next to you. “Go ahead and open it, y/n,” she smiles, pushing the box a little closer to you.

The bow peeled away effortlessly, and the lid slid off it just as easily. Red tissue paper lay folded but you could already make out the faint line of something nestled neatly beneath the layers.

Your eyes widened, and an eyebrow quirked as you pulled the red, lacy underwear from the box, holding it up. You looked to see if you could find a matching bra to go with it, but there was just the underwear.

“I thought you could wear those during our movie night later,” Wanda smiled, her hand moving to gently place her palm against the small of your back while her thumb moved in small circles in place.

Your fingers stroked the thin material of the panties in your hand and you already felt the heat rising at your core for whatever it was Wanda had in mind, but one thing you were sure of was the fact that you probably wouldn’t be watching the movie at all.

———————————————————————————

One of the major advantages to the compound being so big was that it had practically everything the avengers could want or possibly need, which was how you and Wanda were sitting alone in the oversized movie theatre.

Wanda had picked the film and you had worn the gift that had arrived that morning underneath your jeans and your cami top. Always one to run hot, you didn’t wrap up warm unlike Wanda, who was wrapped in a thick jumper with a blanket over her lap.

The movie hadn’t even started properly and you could already feeling bored. You loved the Sokovian woman but her choices in film and TV shows were enough to bore you to tears.

The smaller witch had nestled up against your side, sighing happily when she felt your arm drape across her shoulders as she stretched out on the leather sofas, thankful that Tony had included both reclining seats and sofa options for the home cinema, affording you both the comfort and closeness you craved. Of course you were missing Natasha, but you were mostly glad you hadn’t been left alone.

You were on the verge of dozing when the doors to the theatre burst open and Tony, Steve and Bruce walked in loudly, having returned early from their mission.

So much for date night.

“What’s up, love birds?” Tony remarks with a smirk as he flops down into a recliner, kicking his feet back.

“What are we watching?” Steve asks, sitting down in a more gentle fashion in front of you and Wanda.

“You’re back early,” you comment, disdain lacing your voice - although the fact that they had returned early meant that you were now awake and wouldn’t have to endure Wanda being annoyed that you’d once again fallen asleep during her choice of movies.

“Casablanca,” Wanda replies, hushing the trio with a frown, placing her index finger over her lips to indicate that she wants them to be quiet.

“A classic if you ask me,” Bruce nods, relaxing back into one of the other sofas to enjoy the movie.

“Mission was a bust so we thought we’d come back and keep you company. Somebody needs to chaperone the two of you when you’re left alone - and I noticed you’d disabled J.A.R.V.I.S,” Tony smirks, wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing fashion.

Flipping him the bird, you rolled your eyes. “Because God forbid we have any privacy around here,” you reply, earning you a sharp jab from Wanda’s elbow.

“Shush. You’re going to miss the movie!” She hushes, frowning at you. It’s hard not to notice how adorable she is when she pouts her lips and tries to be all stern.

She was definitely not the top in this relationship, but you loved how she would try to take control when Natasha was away.

Eventually, everyone settled down to watch the movie in silence. Your hand rested across Wanda’s shoulder, while one of her arms lay wrapped across your stomach as she curled into you, resting her head on your shoulder peacefully. Her other hand sat slightly above your knee, something you were aware of because of the lazy patterns she was drawing against your jeans.

Draping the blanket over the both of you, regardless of the fact you weren’t cold, Wanda cuddled closer as her hand started to move up the seam of your thighs, causing you to look down at her with a smirk playing on the corners of your lips.

“Shush, detka,” she whispers, tilting her head to look up at you before placing a kiss to the nape of your neck. You hadn’t even said anything but she could hear your thoughts loud and clear.

Turning her head back to the screen, she quickly glances to the clock at the wall with a mischievous smile before settling her head back to your shoulder.

It wasn’t much longer before you felt it.

Your muscles came alive with the soft vibrations coming quickly from between your legs, causing you to jump sharply in your seat. Wanda kept her arm gripped tightly around you, pinning you in place before the vibrations quickly stopped.

“What the-“ you started, before she placed her index finger against your lips.

“Do you want everyone to hear you, baby?” She said, her voice taunting as her eyes gleamed up at you. “This is all part of the fun,” she grins, only turning to look back to the movie when she heard the rustle from the leather of the sofa, meaning that Bruce had noticed the disturbance from across the room.

Raising your fist to your mouth, you cough a little to disguise the noise and reach down for your bottle of water to take a sip. Hopefully that would placate the scientist, before settling back down.

The vibrations started again, more intense this time, and Wanda moved her arm gently beneath the blanket to the crotch of your jeans, applying some pressure to the buzzing panties, right where you needed it.

Biting your inner cheek to try and prevent yourself from moaning, your mouth runs dry as you feel yourself pooling at your core. You’d had no idea that the panties were anything more than just that, and you had no idea how Wanda was commanding them to come alive - but you didn’t exactly care.

“You think you came to watch a movie, dorogoy, but tonight you are the show,” Wanda husked against your earlobe, her tongue lathing at the skin, sucking it gently before releasing it.

You could feel your heartbeat hammering loudly between your ears as the buzzing intensified, speeding up against your clit. Nobody else seemed to be aware of what was happening but you were sure that if anyone looked at you and noticed your rosy cheeks and the frown that had creased upon your forehead with pleasure that it would be a dead giveaway as to what was happening beneath the blanket.

Whether it was Wanda’s fingers working at your crotch above your jeans, or the sensations from the panties you weren’t sure but as the intensity grew further you could feel yourself nearing your climax. There was something about being in a room with some of your teammates that amplified the sensations, but just as you thought you were just there… everything stopped.

Wanda removed her hand, the panties stopped vibrating and you were left chasing the remnants of your ruined orgasm while your clit throbbed between your legs.

A gasp escaped your lips almost involuntarily, and Wanda turned her head to look at you innocently.

“Everything okay, y/n?” She asked, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. You wanted to flip her over and pin her down right there and then - and you would have if you were alone.

But you weren’t. Fuck.

“Just..peachy,” you nodded, trying to remember how to string words together and how to resist the urge to fuck your girlfriend right there and then.

“Why don’t you lay down and get comfortable with me?” Wanda suggests, shifting slightly to allow you to stretch out - and when you do, she nestles herself on top of you on the sofa comfortable.

“Keep it PG back there, won’t you? We know what happens in the back row of the movies you know,” Tony snickers, throwing a glance back at you both.

“Shut it, Stark,” you snap, maybe a little harshly but given the fact that your brain is being overruled by your pussy, you don’t really care.

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the feeling of Wanda unbuttoning your jeans, and then lowering the zip before sliding her fingers against the now ruined panties. The smirk on her lips is practically devilish when she feels your slick against her fingers, two of which she slips through the lace of the panties to brush them against the length of your slit.

You don’t have a chance to say anything before she pushes two fingers inside of you, her thumb keeping the vibrator against your clit just as it roars back into life, the speed increasing slowly in short, sharp burst until it’s a constant buzz. Her fingers curl deep within you, exactly at the point she knows drives you wild and you can’t hold on for much longer.

Your breathing is laboured and your fists are gripping at the blanket that Wanda has draped over you as you try to remain quiet, not wanting to alert the others to what was happening on the sofa.

Wanda doesn’t thrust into you, instead dragging her fingers slowly against your walls, smirking to herself as she feels you tightening around her in response. When the vibrations hit the highest setting you crash into your orgasm, your body going rigid against the sofa, your heels digging into the opposite arm of the sofa as you bite your tongue, swallowing the loud moan that would ordinarily be spilling from your mouth.

“Good girl,” Wanda grins, leaning up slightly to kiss your lips while she removes her fingers, laying back against you as she brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. It takes everything within you not to react, not that you were sure that you could’ve done anything immediately if you tried.

She gives you a minute to recover, wrapping her arm around your waist, squeezing you gently.

“Ready for your next surprise?”

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The gift that keeps on giving

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Genre: basically just PWP. I’ve never really written anything as forward as this, so I hope you like it!

Warnings: 18+ only! Do not interact if you’re a minor. Warnings for sub!reader, fingering, vibrator, semi-public sex (for part one, at least)

Word count: 2.1k

It had started with a throwaway comment that you had almost missed over dinner. Slipped between courses as your food arrived over the table, Natasha had glanced towards you with a smirk and a shrug of her shoulders.

“Be careful what you wish for, y/n.”

What you hadn’t expected was for her to make good on her word, but then, you had no reason not to trust the trained assassin.

She’d left for a mission a couple of days later, leaving you and Wanda alone for a week, when a box had shown up at the door.

“It’s for you, detka,” Wanda had smiled as she presented you with the box at the breakfast bar in the compound. Everyone else was assigned to missions, leaving the two of you with the place to yourselves. It had been a welcome break for the both of you, though you each missed Natasha immensely.

The three of you had come together into this relationship easily when you had joined the team. Wanda and Natasha both kept their eyes on you eagerly, until one night at one of Tony’s infamous parties. A lot of alcohol had been consumed, leaving to drunken whispers of lust that had led you to the room Natasha and Wanda had shared, and you’d barely left since.

It had taken a while for the avengers to come around to the idea of a trio, but Natasha was quick to warn the team that any and all remarks, comments and whispers about any of you would not be welcome. It was nice to feel protected and safe, and by the two most drop dead gorgeous women you had ever seen?

Damn, you were lucky.

The box wasn’t overly big, but the white box was adorned with a big red bow which brought a childlike grin to your face as you dusted the crumbs from your toast from your fingers.

“For me?” You had questioned, peering over to see if there was a label or anything that would indicate where it had come from. But something told you that Wanda already knew - there was a twinkle in her green eyes that gave her away. Unlike Natasha, she was easily read.

“Mhm,” Wanda hummed, taking a seat on the bar stool next to you. “Go ahead and open it, y/n,” she smiles, pushing the box a little closer to you.

The bow peeled away effortlessly, and the lid slid off it just as easily. Red tissue paper lay folded but you could already make out the faint line of something nestled neatly beneath the layers.

Your eyes widened, and an eyebrow quirked as you pulled the red, lacy underwear from the box, holding it up. You looked to see if you could find a matching bra to go with it, but there was just the underwear.

“I thought you could wear those during our movie night later,” Wanda smiled, her hand moving to gently place her palm against the small of your back while her thumb moved in small circles in place.

Your fingers stroked the thin material of the panties in your hand and you already felt the heat rising at your core for whatever it was Wanda had in mind, but one thing you were sure of was the fact that you probably wouldn’t be watching the movie at all.

———————————————————————————

One of the major advantages to the compound being so big was that it had practically everything the avengers could want or possibly need, which was how you and Wanda were sitting alone in the oversized movie theatre.

Wanda had picked the film and you had worn the gift that had arrived that morning underneath your jeans and your cami top. Always one to run hot, you didn’t wrap up warm unlike Wanda, who was wrapped in a thick jumper with a blanket over her lap.

The movie hadn’t even started properly and you could already feeling bored. You loved the Sokovian woman but her choices in film and TV shows were enough to bore you to tears.

The smaller witch had nestled up against your side, sighing happily when she felt your arm drape across her shoulders as she stretched out on the leather sofas, thankful that Tony had included both reclining seats and sofa options for the home cinema, affording you both the comfort and closeness you craved. Of course you were missing Natasha, but you were mostly glad you hadn’t been left alone.

You were on the verge of dozing when the doors to the theatre burst open and Tony, Steve and Bruce walked in loudly, having returned early from their mission.

So much for date night.

“What’s up, love birds?” Tony remarks with a smirk as he flops down into a recliner, kicking his feet back.

“What are we watching?” Steve asks, sitting down in a more gentle fashion in front of you and Wanda.

“You’re back early,” you comment, disdain lacing your voice - although the fact that they had returned early meant that you were now awake and wouldn’t have to endure Wanda being annoyed that you’d once again fallen asleep during her choice of movies.

“Casablanca,” Wanda replies, hushing the trio with a frown, placing her index finger over her lips to indicate that she wants them to be quiet.

“A classic if you ask me,” Bruce nods, relaxing back into one of the other sofas to enjoy the movie.

“Mission was a bust so we thought we’d come back and keep you company. Somebody needs to chaperone the two of you when you’re left alone - and I noticed you’d disabled J.A.R.V.I.S,” Tony smirks, wiggling his eyebrows in a teasing fashion.

Flipping him the bird, you rolled your eyes. “Because God forbid we have any privacy around here,” you reply, earning you a sharp jab from Wanda’s elbow.

“Shush. You’re going to miss the movie!” She hushes, frowning at you. It’s hard not to notice how adorable she is when she pouts her lips and tries to be all stern.

She was definitely not the top in this relationship, but you loved how she would try to take control when Natasha was away.

Eventually, everyone settled down to watch the movie in silence. Your hand rested across Wanda’s shoulder, while one of her arms lay wrapped across your stomach as she curled into you, resting her head on your shoulder peacefully. Her other hand sat slightly above your knee, something you were aware of because of the lazy patterns she was drawing against your jeans.

Draping the blanket over the both of you, regardless of the fact you weren’t cold, Wanda cuddled closer as her hand started to move up the seam of your thighs, causing you to look down at her with a smirk playing on the corners of your lips.

“Shush, detka,” she whispers, tilting her head to look up at you before placing a kiss to the nape of your neck. You hadn’t even said anything but she could hear your thoughts loud and clear.

Turning her head back to the screen, she quickly glances to the clock at the wall with a mischievous smile before settling her head back to your shoulder.

It wasn’t much longer before you felt it.

Your muscles came alive with the soft vibrations coming quickly from between your legs, causing you to jump sharply in your seat. Wanda kept her arm gripped tightly around you, pinning you in place before the vibrations quickly stopped.

“What the-“ you started, before she placed her index finger against your lips.

“Do you want everyone to hear you, baby?” She said, her voice taunting as her eyes gleamed up at you. “This is all part of the fun,” she grins, only turning to look back to the movie when she heard the rustle from the leather of the sofa, meaning that Bruce had noticed the disturbance from across the room.

Raising your fist to your mouth, you cough a little to disguise the noise and reach down for your bottle of water to take a sip. Hopefully that would placate the scientist, before settling back down.

The vibrations started again, more intense this time, and Wanda moved her arm gently beneath the blanket to the crotch of your jeans, applying some pressure to the buzzing panties, right where you needed it.

Biting your inner cheek to try and prevent yourself from moaning, your mouth runs dry as you feel yourself pooling at your core. You’d had no idea that the panties were anything more than just that, and you had no idea how Wanda was commanding them to come alive - but you didn’t exactly care.

“You think you came to watch a movie, dorogoy, but tonight you are the show,” Wanda husked against your earlobe, her tongue lathing at the skin, sucking it gently before releasing it.

You could feel your heartbeat hammering loudly between your ears as the buzzing intensified, speeding up against your clit. Nobody else seemed to be aware of what was happening but you were sure that if anyone looked at you and noticed your rosy cheeks and the frown that had creased upon your forehead with pleasure that it would be a dead giveaway as to what was happening beneath the blanket.

Whether it was Wanda’s fingers working at your crotch above your jeans, or the sensations from the panties you weren’t sure but as the intensity grew further you could feel yourself nearing your climax. There was something about being in a room with some of your teammates that amplified the sensations, but just as you thought you were just there… everything stopped.

Wanda removed her hand, the panties stopped vibrating and you were left chasing the remnants of your ruined orgasm while your clit throbbed between your legs.

A gasp escaped your lips almost involuntarily, and Wanda turned her head to look at you innocently.

“Everything okay, y/n?” She asked, fluttering her eyelashes innocently. You wanted to flip her over and pin her down right there and then - and you would have if you were alone.

But you weren’t. Fuck.

“Just..peachy,” you nodded, trying to remember how to string words together and how to resist the urge to fuck your girlfriend right there and then.

“Why don’t you lay down and get comfortable with me?” Wanda suggests, shifting slightly to allow you to stretch out - and when you do, she nestles herself on top of you on the sofa comfortable.

“Keep it PG back there, won’t you? We know what happens in the back row of the movies you know,” Tony snickers, throwing a glance back at you both.

“Shut it, Stark,” you snap, maybe a little harshly but given the fact that your brain is being overruled by your pussy, you don’t really care.

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the feeling of Wanda unbuttoning your jeans, and then lowering the zip before sliding her fingers against the now ruined panties. The smirk on her lips is practically devilish when she feels your slick against her fingers, two of which she slips through the lace of the panties to brush them against the length of your slit.

You don’t have a chance to say anything before she pushes two fingers inside of you, her thumb keeping the vibrator against your clit just as it roars back into life, the speed increasing slowly in short, sharp burst until it’s a constant buzz. Her fingers curl deep within you, exactly at the point she knows drives you wild and you can’t hold on for much longer.

Your breathing is laboured and your fists are gripping at the blanket that Wanda has draped over you as you try to remain quiet, not wanting to alert the others to what was happening on the sofa.

Wanda doesn’t thrust into you, instead dragging her fingers slowly against your walls, smirking to herself as she feels you tightening around her in response. When the vibrations hit the highest setting you crash into your orgasm, your body going rigid against the sofa, your heels digging into the opposite arm of the sofa as you bite your tongue, swallowing the loud moan that would ordinarily be spilling from your mouth.

“Good girl,” Wanda grins, leaning up slightly to kiss your lips while she removes her fingers, laying back against you as she brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. It takes everything within you not to react, not that you were sure that you could’ve done anything immediately if you tried.

She gives you a minute to recover, wrapping her arm around your waist, squeezing you gently.

“Ready for your next surprise?”

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Send me hearts

💖 - I admire you

💓 - You give me feels

💜 - You’re intimidating

💌  - We should talk more

💟 - How are you so cute

💝 - Love seeing you on my dash

💗 - I miss interacting with you

💞 - You’re amazing at ______

💘  - I’m crushing on you

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I’d like to say I was but I wouldn’t want to lie 😟 I hope it helps you out next time a storm rolls in! 💖

Not while I’m around

Summary: When a thunderstorm rolls into town, Wanda comes to the rescue.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: this is the first piece of Wanda fic I’ve written that I’ve been brave enough to publish 🥺 I hope you like it. Also, if anyone else can tell me how to cut this into a link to shorten your pages, please do 😂

You had only been dating for two months when Wanda had come to your apartment, knocking on the door before twisting the handle to let herself in. You had told her early on into your relationship that she was always free to let herself in and you loved that she felt comfortable enough with you to do just that.

“Y/N? I brought dinner,” she calls out, closing the door behind her with a smile, kicking off her shoes. To her dismay, there was no sign of you in the living room, nor in the kitchen of your open plan apartment.

You’d yet to meet the rest of the Avengers. You knew of their reputation, and although you’d been scared to admit it to Wanda when you had first gotten together, you had told her one early morning as you lay with your head on her chest while the sun rose that you were intimidated by them. What if they didn’t like you? What if they didn’t think you were good enough for Wanda? What if they felt the need to abolish you from her life in one way or another.

Of course, she had reassured you that there was no way that would happen: that they were her friends and they’d love you - and she had put you at ease, you’d both agreed to wait just a little longer. Besides, it meant that there was still time for Wanda to keep you for herself - and she loved that too.

Setting the bags of takeout down on the kitchen counter, a frown creasing her forehead as she turns around, wondering where you had gotten to. She had texted you to tell you that she was bringing food, and although you had read it, you hadn’t replied. But the read receipt told her that you knew she was coming over.

“Y/N? Are you home?” She calls out, this time heading towards your bedroom. The door was open and your bedside table was on, casting light and shadows simultaneously against the magnolia walls of your rental property.

It had gotten dark outside early as a storm had rolled in across the city. Rain pelted against the windows while the wind howled, and it had been storming for the past hour or so. “I’m sorry I’m a little later than I said I’d be. Traffic was crazy out. You’d think it was the end of the world, and not a little storm,” she chuckles to herself, before turning out of the bedroom and glancing at the bathroom.

Again, the door was slightly ajar, but all the lights were off. Instinct should have told Wanda that there’s no use checking the bathroom, and yet, she found herself pushing the door open.

Her eyebrows raise as she switches on the light, her eyes landing on you, curled up in the tub.

“Honey, why are you in an empty tub in the dark?” She asks, crouching down at the side of the bathtub with a concerned expression upon her face. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t have to answer verbally. A roll of thunder growled across the night sky, followed by a flash of lightening. Your whole body jumped, causing you to hit your head on the side of the tap. If you weren’t trembling before the impact, you were now.

“Are you scared of storms?” Wanda asks, immediately reaching forward to rest her hand against the side of your head.

Shame washes over your body. You’re way too old to be cowering at the weather. Mentally, you know this. But you can’t help the fear that has you trapped within its vice-like grip.

“I’m not scared, I just-“ you began, before being interrupted by another roll of thunder.

Before you even had a chance to say another word, Wanda had risen to her feet, scooping you up and into her arms, carrying you bridal-style into the living room, where she had set you down on the couch.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, y/n. All fears are valid, and you can always tell me what and how you are feeling. There’s no shame in that,” she says, shaking her head. “Give me five minutes and I will be right back,” she says with a smile, before shrugging off the long cardigan she had chosen to wear. Delicately wrapping it around your shoulders, she places a kiss to your forehead. “There, it’s like a hug from me. It’ll keep you safe until I’m done,” she says, before scurrying off to your bedroom.

Wanda isn’t gone for too long - maybe ten minutes or so, when she comes back to you on the sofa where she finds you pulling the cardigan tightly across your chest. Your knees are brought up to your chest and your forehead rests upon them while you tried to drown out the sounds of the storm outside.

There was no way Wanda was going to explain to you that lightening can travel through plumbing during a storm - and that was why she had lifted you out of the tub. Instead, she taps your shoulder gently and takes your hand, leading you back to the bedroom.

You stayed close to Wanda as she walked before you, your body huddled close to your girlfriend and your grip holding her hand tightly, squeezing it every time you heard another roll of thunder.

It’s absolutely stupid for a grown adult to be afraid of a storm. She’s going to think I’m an idiot.

“I’m not going to think you’re an idiot,” Wanda tells you with a smirk, turning to look at you as your eyes widen. You still hadn’t gotten quite used to the fact that she could read minds - and you often forgot it too.

She kisses the tip of your nose and smiles, before leaning to kiss your lips softly. “You’re adorable. And I’m going to show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of,” she tells you, before she pushes open your bedroom door.

Inside the room, your bedroom looks almost unrecognisable. Sheets and linens had been draped from the ceiling to both walls. Your bed faced the windows in the room, and your bed had been lined with a cacophony of pillows.

Wanda had built you a fort.

Not only was it a fort, it was a fort adorned with fairy lights and the Chinese take out she knew you loved from that place a few blocks away.

“Come on, y/n. Climb in,” she says, releasing your hand only to climb onto the bed, patting the space besides her until you quickly followed. The scent of her perfume on the cardigan she had given you earlier had already helped to relax you, but there was truly no better feeling than of Wanda’s arms circling you protectively.

From where you both lay, you had a great view of the city. It may not be dark outside because night had fallen, but the storm had brought its own darkness in early. “Nothing is ever going to hurt you, y/n. Not while I’m around,” she tells you, allowing you to nestle your head into the crook of her neck. When she feels you flinch with another roll of thunder, she chuckles to herself. “We can watch the storm together and you’ll see,” she tells you.

“You’re laughing at me,” you say, a little timidly. This was the reason you never told anyone about your fear of thunder and lightening. This was was a fear that is traditionally rooted in children under the age of ten, and you had passed that marker decades ago.

“No, baby. I’m not laughing at you,” Wanda promises, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Her hand smooths it’s way up and down your back gently as she watches the storm outside.

“I’m laughing because of the circumstances. You know of Thor, right?” She asks, looking down at you, and watching as you nod your head quietly. “Well…he’s known as the God of thunder. Well, his name means Thunder. Legend has it that lightning was created by him using his Mjolnir - or so I’ve been told,” Wanda explains.

Lifting your head curiously, you raise an eyebrow towards the redhead. “So you’re telling me that all of this is caused by Thor having a tantrum?”

“Well, technically thunderstorms are caused by the atmosphere being unstable - when warm air exists underneath colder air,” Wanda begins to explain, stopping only when she sees you frowning.

“I think I prefer the idea of Thor having a temper tantrum,” you admit, setting your head back down on her shoulder before wrapping your arm around Wanda’s waist.

Her fingers play with the ends of your hair as she hums a soft melody for a moment with a smile on her face as she relishes the comfort of you snuggling up to her.

“If you prefer, you can always tell our children that Uncle Thor is having a tantrum if they’re scared of storms,” she muses quietly, bringing a smile to your face.

Wanda wants a family with you.

And you want a family with her.

And in years to come, whenever there is a thunderstorm, you’re no longer afraid. Not when you’re cuddling your wife and three children beneath a blanket fort in the middle of your living room.

Suddenly, storms aren’t that scary anymore.

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[maximoffsworlds]

I’ll take all the cookies I can get 🥺🥺

Not while I’m around

Summary: When a thunderstorm rolls into town, Wanda comes to the rescue.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff.

A/N: this is the first piece of Wanda fic I’ve written that I’ve been brave enough to publish 🥺 I hope you like it. Also, if anyone else can tell me how to cut this into a link to shorten your pages, please do 😂

You had only been dating for two months when Wanda had come to your apartment, knocking on the door before twisting the handle to let herself in. You had told her early on into your relationship that she was always free to let herself in and you loved that she felt comfortable enough with you to do just that.

“Y/N? I brought dinner,” she calls out, closing the door behind her with a smile, kicking off her shoes. To her dismay, there was no sign of you in the living room, nor in the kitchen of your open plan apartment.

You’d yet to meet the rest of the Avengers. You knew of their reputation, and although you’d been scared to admit it to Wanda when you had first gotten together, you had told her one early morning as you lay with your head on her chest while the sun rose that you were intimidated by them. What if they didn’t like you? What if they didn’t think you were good enough for Wanda? What if they felt the need to abolish you from her life in one way or another.

Of course, she had reassured you that there was no way that would happen: that they were her friends and they’d love you - and she had put you at ease, you’d both agreed to wait just a little longer. Besides, it meant that there was still time for Wanda to keep you for herself - and she loved that too.

Setting the bags of takeout down on the kitchen counter, a frown creasing her forehead as she turns around, wondering where you had gotten to. She had texted you to tell you that she was bringing food, and although you had read it, you hadn’t replied. But the read receipt told her that you knew she was coming over.

“Y/N? Are you home?” She calls out, this time heading towards your bedroom. The door was open and your bedside table was on, casting light and shadows simultaneously against the magnolia walls of your rental property.

It had gotten dark outside early as a storm had rolled in across the city. Rain pelted against the windows while the wind howled, and it had been storming for the past hour or so. “I’m sorry I’m a little later than I said I’d be. Traffic was crazy out. You’d think it was the end of the world, and not a little storm,” she chuckles to herself, before turning out of the bedroom and glancing at the bathroom.

Again, the door was slightly ajar, but all the lights were off. Instinct should have told Wanda that there’s no use checking the bathroom, and yet, she found herself pushing the door open.

Her eyebrows raise as she switches on the light, her eyes landing on you, curled up in the tub.

“Honey, why are you in an empty tub in the dark?” She asks, crouching down at the side of the bathtub with a concerned expression upon her face. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t have to answer verbally. A roll of thunder growled across the night sky, followed by a flash of lightening. Your whole body jumped, causing you to hit your head on the side of the tap. If you weren’t trembling before the impact, you were now.

“Are you scared of storms?” Wanda asks, immediately reaching forward to rest her hand against the side of your head.

Shame washes over your body. You’re way too old to be cowering at the weather. Mentally, you know this. But you can’t help the fear that has you trapped within its vice-like grip.

“I’m not scared, I just-“ you began, before being interrupted by another roll of thunder.

Before you even had a chance to say another word, Wanda had risen to her feet, scooping you up and into her arms, carrying you bridal-style into the living room, where she had set you down on the couch.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, y/n. All fears are valid, and you can always tell me what and how you are feeling. There’s no shame in that,” she says, shaking her head. “Give me five minutes and I will be right back,” she says with a smile, before shrugging off the long cardigan she had chosen to wear. Delicately wrapping it around your shoulders, she places a kiss to your forehead. “There, it’s like a hug from me. It’ll keep you safe until I’m done,” she says, before scurrying off to your bedroom.

Wanda isn’t gone for too long - maybe ten minutes or so, when she comes back to you on the sofa where she finds you pulling the cardigan tightly across your chest. Your knees are brought up to your chest and your forehead rests upon them while you tried to drown out the sounds of the storm outside.

There was no way Wanda was going to explain to you that lightening can travel through plumbing during a storm - and that was why she had lifted you out of the tub. Instead, she taps your shoulder gently and takes your hand, leading you back to the bedroom.

You stayed close to Wanda as she walked before you, your body huddled close to your girlfriend and your grip holding her hand tightly, squeezing it every time you heard another roll of thunder.

It’s absolutely stupid for a grown adult to be afraid of a storm. She’s going to think I’m an idiot.

“I’m not going to think you’re an idiot,” Wanda tells you with a smirk, turning to look at you as your eyes widen. You still hadn’t gotten quite used to the fact that she could read minds - and you often forgot it too.

She kisses the tip of your nose and smiles, before leaning to kiss your lips softly. “You’re adorable. And I’m going to show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of,” she tells you, before she pushes open your bedroom door.

Inside the room, your bedroom looks almost unrecognisable. Sheets and linens had been draped from the ceiling to both walls. Your bed faced the windows in the room, and your bed had been lined with a cacophony of pillows.

Wanda had built you a fort.

Not only was it a fort, it was a fort adorned with fairy lights and the Chinese take out she knew you loved from that place a few blocks away.

“Come on, y/n. Climb in,” she says, releasing your hand only to climb onto the bed, patting the space besides her until you quickly followed. The scent of her perfume on the cardigan she had given you earlier had already helped to relax you, but there was truly no better feeling than of Wanda’s arms circling you protectively.

From where you both lay, you had a great view of the city. It may not be dark outside because night had fallen, but the storm had brought its own darkness in early. “Nothing is ever going to hurt you, y/n. Not while I’m around,” she tells you, allowing you to nestle your head into the crook of her neck. When she feels you flinch with another roll of thunder, she chuckles to herself. “We can watch the storm together and you’ll see,” she tells you.

“You’re laughing at me,” you say, a little timidly. This was the reason you never told anyone about your fear of thunder and lightening. This was was a fear that is traditionally rooted in children under the age of ten, and you had passed that marker decades ago.

“No, baby. I’m not laughing at you,” Wanda promises, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Her hand smooths it’s way up and down your back gently as she watches the storm outside.

“I’m laughing because of the circumstances. You know if Thor, right?” She asks, looking down at you, and watching as you nod your head quietly. “Well…he’s known as the God of thunder. Well, his name means Thunder. Legend has it that lightning was created by him using his Mjolnir - or so I’ve been told,” Wanda explains.

Lifting your head curiously, you raise an eyebrow towards the redhead. “So you’re telling me that all of this is caused by Thor having a tantrum?”

“Well, technically thunderstorms are caused by the atmosphere being unstable - when warm air exists underneath colder air,” Wanda begins to explain, stopping only when she sees you frowning.

“I think I prefer the idea of Thor having a temper tantrum,” you admit, setting your head back down on her shoulder before wrapping your arm around Wanda’s waist.

Her fingers play with the ends of your hair as she hums a soft melody for a moment with a smile on her face as she relishes the comfort of you snuggling up to her.

“If you prefer, you can always tell our children that Uncle Thor is having a tantrum if they’re scared of storms,” she muses quietly, bringing a smile to your face.

Wanda wants a family with you.

And you want a family with her.

And in years to come, whenever there is a thunderstorm, you’re no longer afraid. Not when you’re cuddling your wife and three children beneath a blanket fort in the middle of your living room.

Suddenly, storms aren’t that scary anymore.

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[maximoffsworlds]

Oh absolutely she does.

My Treat

Summary: You decide to treat Wanda and make her dinner. Unfortunately, cooking is not in your skillset.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Word Count: 572 words - Just a little fluffy Drabble.

She knows that you've burnt the grilled cheese before you even have a chance to tell her. She knows that you think that there is still a chance to save the dinner you had insisted on making her, and your determination has always been one of the things she has always loved about you.

Unluckily for you, she can also hear the litany of curse words running through your head, the self deprecation as you flip the grilled cheese sandwich and inspect the burnt bits to see if there's any way you can just - "I doubt scraping off the edges is going to help, detka," Wanda smiles, walking up behind you before circling her arms around your waist. Her chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and she presses a soft kiss to your neck.

Releasing a sigh of defeat, you shake your head as you slide the spatula back under the grilled cheese sandwich and flip it again, revealing the underside to be just as burnt as the top. "You've got the stove on too high, moya lyubov," Wanda explains, reaching forward to turn the dial on the stove, lowering the heat. In the six months that you have been dating, Wanda has come to learn that you have zero ability in the kitchen. But your perseverance and insistence is adorable, especially when you wrinkle your nose as you try to convince yourself that you won't burn the food. Resting the spatula on the side in a show of defeat, you release a loud sigh.

"Take out again?" You ask, conceding defeat as you turn to see your girlfriend reaching for the top drawer. But if you were going to continue trying to make an effort, then she was going to at least try the grilled cheese.

Once she has it on a plate, Wanda studies it carefully. The knife cuts through the sandwich with a loud crunch, causing you to wince. It definitely doesn't look appetising, but it was made with love and good intentions.

Which is what Wanda repeated to herself as she lifted one half of the sandwich to her mouth, silently saying a prayer as she takes a bite. She can feel your eyes watching intently, waiting for a reaction.

She chews once.

She chews twice.

There's a nod of her head, and a small smile as she looks up at you. She really wants the grilled cheese to be edible, really she does.

"It's..... crunchy," she says, struggling to find an adjective that wouldn't offend, before she puts the sandwich down on the plate, before looking back up at you.

"It's awful," You sigh, a look of defeat on your face. You had just wanted to do something nice for your girlfriend. "That's okay, we can get take out. Maybe some sushi, or something?" You already have the menus in your hand, fanning them out so that she can have her choice of lunch.

Wanda shakes her head and she smiles, stepping forward to press a kiss to your lips, her arms circling your neck as she looks at you lovingly. "It's not awful, y/n. But maybe we can leave the cooking to me in future? Sushi sounds great, and it'll be my treat," she decides with a nod.

That's a deal you can acquiesce to. "You get dinner, and I'll treat you later," you retort with a smirk, before turning to order dinner.

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[maximoffsworlds]

I love me some comfort and hurt 🥺

An Excursion

Summary: Dottie has an idea to test out camping in the nearby woods, and ropes in the Westview Committee to go with her.

Genre: Comfort/Hurt

Pairing: Wanda x Agatha

Word Count: 1.1K

She wasn’t entirely sure how she had been roped into this exactly. There had been a residential meeting and all of the housewives had gathered - though Wanda was sure it was much more of an excuse for a social gathering than anything else - and they were supposed to be discussing the upcoming talent show. However, things had not gone according to plan, which had left Wanda both confused and slightly annoyed. But, to save face and to keep up with her appearance, she had smiled and sipped her chamomile tea as she listened to the plans change from a talent show.. to this.

Instead they had decided on an excursion out to the woods. Dottie had suggested that before they send any of the children of Westview on a camping trip, that the parents themselves should experience it. To make sure that it was safe, of course. To an extent, Wanda agreed with that and had nodded her head, her eyes crossing the linen lined tables as her fingertips had rolled easily across the rim of her porcelain mug. And that had been the reasoning behind half of the city of Westview setting up camp in a local wooded area.

Wanda had elected to stay in a tent on her own - much to Dottie’s chagrin. She had wanted everyone to pair up, but really, she wanted to have her own space and the idea of the boys sharing with some of the local rapscallion’s didn’t exactly fill her with joy either.

It had all been going well until after dark. Everyone had eaten their dinner around the campfire that had spit out swirling embers up into the night sky, the clouds of smoke raising up high above their heads. It had been nice to be outside, you couldn’t really see much of the stars and the constellations within the city limits but out here? The sky was bright and the cloud coverage was minimal.

When Wanda had first heard the loud roll of thunder, her eyes had sprung open. She had left a small camping torch in the corner of her tent so leaning over to look at her watch she could see that it was coming up to midnight. The temperature had dropped and the air was much cooler now. The wind battered against the sides of the tent as the storm rolled in loudly, announcing it’s presence before being swiftly followed by a flash of lightening.

She had jumped - involuntarily. She had never liked thunderstorms - and she had never admitted that to anyone other than Pietro before. He had only found out by chance, stumbling across a catatonic Wanda in the middle of a thunderstorm when they were travelling across the Verkhoyansk range of mountains of Siberia. Together they had concluded that it was a product of PTSD. That the sudden commencement of thunder would be a trigger for it - perhaps attributed to the war in Sokovia, perhaps to something else. She hadn’t really ever had time to sit with a therapist to decide which problem stemmed from which point in her life. There were far too many to choose from on both sides.

The unzipping of her tent caused Wanda to jump again, her hand this time clutching her chest as her head whipped back around to see a familiar face entering - without permission, but somethings never really did change, did they?

“I heard you scream, hon. Is everything okay in here?” Agatha had asked, crawling into the tent before she returned the zip back to the top, sealing them both inside. Having Agatha arrive unannounced wasn’t an uncommon occurrence - she had often just turned up at her front door - or in her kitchen, or in the yard - or, well, anywhere she wanted to be, really.

A frown crosses Wanda’s face before she gulps and nods her head in a bid to try and keep her nerve, to steady her composure.

“Ah, c’mon, sweetheart. You can tell me. It’s just little old Agnes!” The cheery voice - even at almost midnight, was enough to make the smallest of smiles appear on Wanda’s lips before she exhales slowly. “Ah, you see. There! I saw it. There’s that smile,” Agatha teases, leaning forward to poke at Wanda’s cheek playfully.

“It’s nothing. The storm just caught me off guard, that’s all,” the redhead replies, leaning back a little. It was easier for her to lie than it was to admit her fear of the storm - that would require explanations and Wanda was fresh out of those today.

“Wanda Maximoff,” Agatha draws back. Wanda figures that if Agatha was standing before her, she would have her hands on her hips and a look of bemusement etched upon her face - but right here, right now and inside of the tent? All she can see is a look of concern.

It’s puzzling, really. She hadn’t expected that reaction. They were neighbours, sure. Friends, maybe. Had Wanda often wondered about Agatha as she lay in bed alone in the early morning hours when the kids were asleep? More likely than she would care to admit.

“I’ll be fine, Agatha. Really, I promise. You should go and get some sleep,” Wanda says, shooing Agatha with her hands before she shuffles back down onto the blow-up mattress, pulling the duvet up to her chin. Dottie had suggested bringing a sleeping bag, but Wanda had protested and brought her duvet instead. Mostly just to spite the woman who had dragged them out into the forest in the first place - but also because she liked the soft downy texture.

“Are you telling me that Wanda Maximoff, the woman who does it all, is scared of a little thunderstorm?” Agatha had asked, crawling slightly further up the bed to peel back some of the duvet that was half hiding Wanda’s face, looking down at her with a soft smile instead of something in jest. “You do know that a thunderstorm is just when layers of warm air rise in an updraft to the cooler regions of the atmosphere? It’s all perfectly reasonable, dear,” she tells Wanda, trying to explain it to her, hoping that it would help to calm her down.

But before Wanda even had a chance to reply, the tent was shrouded in light from a flash of lightening that was swiftly followed by a loud roll of thunder. Her entire body froze as a shrieking sound emitted from her voice, causing Agatha to instinctively pull Wanda towards her. It took her only a second to end up beneath the covers, holding a shaking Wanda in her arms. Soft whispers muttered against Wanda’s ear were meant to try and calm her down as her hand stroked her arm slowly, allowing the redhead to curl into her.

Something she seemed to do naturally.

“Agatha?” She said, breaking her silence after a while.

“I’ll stay, and be gone before sunlight. The others won’t notice,” Agatha’s reply was soft, and not rude or laced with shame. More so an understanding between them, silent and uncommunicated and yet they both knew.

“Thank you.”

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[maximoffsworlds]

I’m so glad you liked it! Thank you!

Home

Summary: Wanda’s first few weeks at the compound are unsettling to say the least.

Pairing: Wanda x Vision

Genre: Comfort/Hurt

Word Count: 1.7k

Arriving at the compound for the first time, Wanda had nothing. No family, no friends, no possessions of her own. She didn’t even have a change of clothes. She had stepped out of the doorway after the death of her brother and she had silently declared herself to be an Avenger. Life had done a three sixty for her in that moment and she knew she wanted to be something other than the product HYDRA had created.

She was so much more to that. Layers of trauma had shielded who she had been before. Wanda Maximoff had been a daughter, a sister, a friend. A carefree young girl who had a love of sitcoms and a seemingly unbreakable bond with her family. She had loved the way her mother made paprikash, and the way her father would scoop her up into his arms for one of his infamous bear hugs.

She and Pietro fought occasionally but truthfully, what siblings didn’t? But beyond the petty arguments and clashing of two very different minds - their bond as twins was unbreakable and the disagreements never lasted for long.

Wanda Maximoff had always been about family. She loved the dynamics that a family unit built, she loved the closeness and the safety that a family provided. Sitcoms even strengthened that love, showing that all the way across the world, family meant everything.

As much as the Avengers had welcomed her into the compound, declaring her part of their family - for the first time ever, Wanda couldn’t associate the term with this group of people.

She didn’t have that bond with any of them. She barely knew them - and was only familiar with them because of the files HYDRA had her study so that she could destroy them. She knew their interests, their basic information, their individual powers but she didn’t know them.

She didn’t know what their favourite foods were, or whether they were scared of horror films. She didn’t know what would make them laugh or cry, or what they dreamt of. They weren’t family.

She had been dropped off at her room when they had gotten to the compound. An innocent task, showing the witch where she would be living. Tony had said that this was her personal space, that she could do whatever she wanted to it. He had shown her the security system, pointed to the cat eye camera in the corner of the room.

For her safety, he had told her.

But as soon as she was left alone, the first panic attack came.

Somewhere deep down she knew that he had good intentions. Tony had wanted her to put her own stamp on the place. He had even said that she could buy whatever she wanted with his credit card, knowing that she had nothing to her name. Part of her had wondered whether it was some kind of removed familial guilt - the bomb that had been the catalyst for the long sequence of tragedy in her life had of course, been built by his father.

But you see, the room itself was bare. Painted brick, a camera in the corner of the room. And although there was a door instead of bars, and a large, rather comfortable looking bed instead of a bench, Wanda could reach out and run her fingers across the brick and it would be just like she was back in her cell at HYDRA.

She’d had nothing then, too. A camera to monitor her movements. A small television that sometimes worked if you smacked it with the palm of your hand and angled the aerial in just the right way. Cold, bare brick that would sweat due to improper ventilation.

The only difference was that she wasn’t free to leave, there. Wanda had spent many years at the HYDRA facility - and granted, she had signed up for that, but it didn’t make it any less traumatic. She hadn’t expected to be locked away as she had. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what she had expected but she knew it was one of the only ways to get food and water.

That was when Vision had phased through the wall, startling the witch. She had scurried back so quickly that she collided against the cold brick wall, slumping down to the ground. Her green eyes wide as she struggled to control her breathing.

“Miss Maximoff, I do apologise for the intrusion. I sensed high levels of fear and sadness, and I wanted to check on you,” he says, his accent proper and his tone polite.

Sharp gasps of breath from Wanda as her hands, lined with rings, grip to her knees as she tries to ground herself. When she speaks, her accent is thick and her words are unintelligible.

“I. Can’t. Do. This,” she pants, her cheeks stained with smudged eyeliner and tears. She’d not given herself time to mourn her brother. The powers HYDRA had given her were supposed to protect them. They were supposed to be indestructible.

Even back there, whenever she was scared, she could speak out and she would hear her brother. She would hear him zooming around his cell. She would be able to tap into his mind. Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was there.

He had always been there for Wanda. She’d never been without him - he’d even been born fourteen seconds earlier than her. He was her protector, her brother, her twin.

Until he wasn’t.

Vision had stood watching her momentarily, and in a moment of vulnerability, Wanda had allowed him to wrap his strong arms around her to scoop her up from the floor.

She hadn’t told him what was wrong, but somehow, he had known what to do. Vision had gotten her out of that room, and instead, he had brought her to the living quarters at the back of the compound.

There were many communal areas, but this was one of the ones seldom used. It was far away from the kitchen, the gym, and the labs, and so most of the avengers would gather in one of the other areas that would be closer to where they would be working.

Nobody had questioned her when she had started sleeping on the sofa there. Nobody had dared. They were all very aware that her powers were unstable, and that they didn’t know her triggers. The avengers had collectively decided that they weren’t even sure that Wanda had known her triggers - and they were correct.

She would appear for training in the gym with Nat. She would attend dinners - albeit, mostly sitting quietly. Her friendship with Vision was growing stronger by the day. The synthezoid was the only one who wouldn’t look at her in fear. He would approach her with that kind smile, talk to her with his soft voice and most importantly, he would listen.

One day, when the rain was falling heavily against the large paned windows of the glass, she would confide in him about her first day at the compound. It was the first time she had truly opened up about her experience at HYDRA. About why she’d had the panic attack.

Vision had mostly put it down to being overwhelmed, and while he was somewhat correct, he had learnt a lot about the way humans grieved. About the way humans feared. About the way humans were able to store memories that were laced with emotion. It was something he had never encountered. He had memories but they were just factual. His database wasn’t programmed for anything more - or so he had thought.

For the more Wanda opened up to him, the more Vision thought he began to feel. He wanted to do everything he could to bring the definition of happiness into her life again. Vision wanted to take away the darkness from her. Wanda deserved that.

And so, he had set to work.

The next couple of days, Wanda barely saw or heard from the synthezoid. She missed his presence, but rather than dwelling upon it, she threw herself into her training. She spent all of her time in the gym, working with Nat and the other team members to build up her strength. To discover more about what her powers really meant.

But try as she might, she couldn’t wonder if Vision was avoiding her. Had she done something wrong?

The compound was large, but she had become very adept in memorising layouts. It was something she’d had to do at the HYDRA base with its complex maze of winding tunnels and dark corridors.

Eventually, she found herself staring at the room where Tony had dropped her off a couple of weeks earlier. It wasn’t a place she had been back to, but she could hear Vision’s soft voice coming from inside.

A twist of the door handle has the witch pushing it open gently, and she stops in her tracks.

The room looked entirely different to how it had when Wanda had arrived. The walls which were once painted brick were smooth and a light grey colour. The large bed was made and spread with blankets and pillows. Soft lights flowed through the decorative lampshades.

Above the bed were three hung crosses - which Vision would explain were hung to represent her mother, father and brother.

It was no longer just a room, nor one that would trigger flashbacks to the cell she had called hers for years. This was her home.

And it was all thanks to Vision.

“It seemed to me, Miss Maximoff. That if one is going to reside in a place for a continuous amount of time, that you should be comfortable doing so. I appreciate that this might not all be to your taste, but my research showed that these are all of the latest trends,” he explains.

This time, Wanda has tears in her eyes which is something that brings him alarm. Had he done the wrong thing? Was it too much? Did she really hate it? His systems weren’t telling him that at all.

“I apologise if I have overstepped -“ he begins, but before he can continue, Wanda is shaking her head and … embracing him tightly.

The first show of her own emotions. Her true emotions. This was truly Wanda Maximoff.

“It’s perfect, Vis,” she tells him, her words laced with emotion.

His face relaxes into a smile when she speaks, and he dares to wrap his arms around her, just a little tighter than she has with him.

“It is not perfect by any means, Miss Maximoff. But perhaps…you can call it home.”

#bea answers

[maximoffsworlds]

This was adorable 🥹

lose you [three] // leigh shaw

summary: just when you think Leigh is finally listening to you and giving you space, she happens to do the opposite

warning/s: mentions of loss and implications of death/grief

author's note: so this is the final part! this was fun to write ngl – i hope you like the conclusion! :)

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"I think the colours look great like this, don't you?" I asked Jules, pointing to the screen of her laptop

She hummed in agreement as she sipped her smoothie.

"Or maybe this...," I said, preoccupied with trying out something different. "Okay, hold on, let me see."

We were both sat in this smoothie place a few stores  down from her workplace, working on some more promotional material for another set of classes she was setting up.

"You know, we could easily do this at the studio," Jules commented in a knowing tone. "Or even at my house."

I glanced at her before looking back to the screen. "It's better this way."

She knew what I meant, so I knew I didn't need to elaborate. Ever since Leigh had finally gotten the hint and left me alone for the week, I'd been keeping away from her as much as I could, still trying to figure out what I was feeling. This also meant not going to her workplace or her house in case I bumped into her.

"So, you're not gonna tell me what happened between you and my sister?" Jules asked curiously, for the millionth time, leaning forward.

I scrunched my nose as I shook my head. "Not this time, Jules, sorry."

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips. "Leigh won't say anything either, so that's no fun..."

Not knowing how to respond, I simply kept quiet and continued to play around with the colour palette of the designs I'd put together. Jules watched over me, inputting her ideas every now and then and explaining her 'vision', before our time was interrupted with her phone ringing.

"Hello," she answered it casually, before continuing to speak to whoever. "...No, I've got one... no need! I'll pick one up for you."

I gave her a sideways glance as she looked the other way quickly, as if hiding something.

Her voice lowered as she continued to speak to whoever. "Yes, we're here..." She sighed. "She's fine, Leigh."

I rolled my eyes as I looked back to the laptop, trying to distract myself.

"Okay, I'll see you soon, bye," Jules mumbled before hanging up and looking back to me.

It was quiet for a moment, neither of us speaking as I clicked away on her trackpad. Figuring she wouldn't speak, I chose to.

"Was that Leigh?"

Looking down at her smoothie awkwardly, Jules nodded. "Er, yeah."

I shot her a look. "You know you can have a normal conversation with her. She is your sister after all."

Jules ran a hand through her hair. "Yes, I know, I just... I don't want to make you feel awkward."

"It's fine," I reassured her with a small smile, before looking to the screen. Unable to stop myself, I asked, "How is she?"

A pause, then: "She's good."

I nodded nonchalantly, though I was glad to hear. I wasn't heartless – I still cared about her. But my stubbornness, as Taylor liked to constantly point out, was keeping me from hearing Leigh out. Her words still rang clear in my ears, the implication louder than the words themselves. And then that made me angry all over again and I found myself in a constant cycle of needing space from Leigh and wanting to hear her out.

Trying to ignore my conflicting thoughts for the girl who wasn't even present, I continued to work on Jules' designs before she had to get back to work and so did I.

"Are you okay to come over tonight to finish those off?" she asked as I packed away my things.

I hesitated, chewing on my lip. The whole point was to avoid going to her house.

"I'll make sure Leigh isn't there," Jules promised, noticing my silence, before adding with a playful smile, "Or is that new promotion of yours too time-consuming for you to spend time with me?"

"You know that's not true," I told her with a suppressed laugh, before relaxing my shoulders and nodding slowly. "I... I guess I can come around for a little while."

"Only a few hours," she promised me.

I nodded. "Okay, sure. I guess I'll see you tonight, Jules."

She grinned. "Awesome! See you tonight."

—

I probably should have figured out that Jules was lying to me. I'd known her long enough to tell when she was playing me, but I must have been so distracted by everything that I failed to realise what she was doing until it was too late.

When I got to the Shaw residence that evening after dinner, Jules answered and let me in, promising that her sister and mum were out on a girls night so wouldn't bother us. That was the first major hint – Leigh hated spending 'girls night' with her mum.

Then, when I set my bag down in the living room, waiting for Jules to join me, I heard the front door slam shut.

Spinning around and staring into that direction of the house, I called after her. "Jules? You still here?"

Instead of Jules, Leigh stepped in the doorway, dressed in a jumper and joggers, hair messy but small smile on her lips. That's when I realised I'd been tricked.

"I'm out of here," I said instantly, grabbing my bag to go.

"No, please stay," she said pleadingly, taking a step forward, but stopping when she saw how much I didn't want to be near her right now.

"I can't believe you'd resort to such childish methods of trickery," I admitted with disbelief. "And just when I thought you were finally listening to me and giving me space."

She pressed her lips together firmly as I spoke, before saying, "You wouldn't have come if I'd called, Y/N. It was the only way to get you here."

"Of course I wouldn't have!" I said with frustration, hand on my bag strap tightening. "I didn't want to see you!"

"I know you didn't, that's why I left you tons of messages!" she exclaimed, before rolling her eyes bitterly. "Your stupid, love-struck assistant is clearly terrible at delivering said messages."

"You mean the assistant with the boyfriend?" I retorted with a glare.

Her eyebrows creased together with confusion. "She has a boyfriend?"

I groaned loudly before moving forward to leave. "I'm going."

Leigh's bitchiness dispersed as she realised what was happening. "Wait, Y/N– just wait!"

Ignoring her, I continued my approach to the door and pushed past her without sparing her a glance. I was afraid that if I did, I would say something I'd regret.

"Please!" she called after me. And I was a mere few centimetres from the door before she shouted, "I love you!"

I widened my eyes with surprise, wondering if I'd heard that right. Stopping in place, I turned around slowly and saw Leigh standing in the living room doorway with teary eyes and a quivering lip.

"I'm in love with you," she repeated, confirming my hearing. Green eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she continued, "I was stupid how I acted and I– I've treated you so horribly and you always put up with it. But not this time."

She paused, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks as she raised a shaky hand to move her hair from her eyes.

Swallowing hard, she said, "I p–push people away and I've pushed so many friends away, but y-you never left. You stayed this whole time a–and I've already lost so much, but I can't take losing you. I c–can't lose you, Y/N."

Forgetting my anger for a moment, I felt my heart ache in my chest as Leigh broke down before me. I'd seen her at her worst before, but this was different. She was choosing to be vulnerable and that never came easy to her.

"Leigh, I'm not going anywhere," I said gently, frown on my lips. "We're in a fight right now and I'm angry, yeah, but I would never leave you. Not for good."

"You say that!" she snapped, clenching her fists as more tears streamed down her cheeks. "You say that, but then blocked calls and wanting space turns into leaving because you can't take it anymore. You can't take me anymore. And I can't take it, I can't take pushing you away. I can't lose you."

She clenched her jaw, eyes piercing through me with sadness and guilt and anger all at once.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," she said, her voice softer and very unlike herself. "The kiss it– it scared me because I wanted to do it for a long time, but you're my best friend and best friends don't do that. So, I tried to forget about it, but I ended up blaming you in the process and it's not you who's at fault here, it's me. And because of that, you're going to hate me and leave and I'm going to be a–alone again and I can't do that again, n–not again, n–not–"

I drew closer to her and pulled her in for a hug, unable to take her hysterics any longer. It hurt too much, seeing her pour her truth out in such a volatile way that had clearly been building up for a while.

She cried as I held her close, pressing a kiss to her hair and rubbing her back slowly. I never meant for it to get like this. I didn't know that she was going through all of this turmoil and now I felt bad, even if she'd hate that I did.

"I'm not going anywhere, Leigh," I promised her, my own tears burning the lids of my eyes. "I swear. you're not going to lose me and I could never hate you. Don't even think that for one minute..."

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I led her to the bench by the front door and held her close, not caring that her tears were soaking my shirt or that she was clinging so tightly that I would never be able to pry her off, not unless she let go by choice.

I wasn't sure how long we sat there, but her cries eventually turned into sniffles and her head found it's way onto my shoulder. My arms wrapped around her torso, still rubbing circles onto her back, and hers clung around my shoulders tightly.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered guiltily into my neck, her warm breath tickling the skin and sending shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard. "I know you are. I forgive you, Leigh."

She didn't say anything and I wondered why she was unable to let go and meet my eyes. Maybe it was easier to talk when we weren't looking at each other.

"I would never leave you, you know," I told her quietly, letting her know again. I'd let her know forever if it meant she'd believe me. "You can be such a bitch sometimes, but I put up with it because I love you, too."

She sighed. "But not like I love you."

I tried not to smile. "You're kidding, right? Of course like you love me. Why do you think I got so upset at your stupid date the other week?"

Finally pulling away from my neck, she faced me with confused eyes. "You said it was because I didn't reply to your messages."

I rolled my eyes. "It was because I thought that you didn't care about kissing me. I was scared that you didn't like me like that. That you thought you'd made a mistake." 

Her eyes flickered between mine, as if trying to understand what I was saying. Realisation passed through them as she stroked my neck with her finger, arms still laced around my shoulders.

"So, the kiss. You didn't– you don't hate me?"

I shook my head, squeezing her waist gently. "I don't. And if you'd given me a chance, I would've kissed you back. Properly. Like–" I sucked up a nervous breath. "Like you deserve."

She didn't say anything for a moment, eyes merely reading mine intimidatingly. For once, a rare instance between us, I couldn't tell what she was thinking.

"Now's your chance," she finally spoke, before capturing my bottom lip between hers in an instant.

Unlike last time, I got over my surprise quite quickly and closed my eyes, pulling her closer by the waist and returning the kiss. Her lips were soft and salty and addictive, and when she rested her hand on my chest to gently push me away after a moment, I immediately chased her lips down again, refusing to let her go so quickly. Not when I'd waited so long for this moment.

She gasped as I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entry. Using that as opportunity, I slipped my tongue between her lips and met hers in the middle, revelling in the taste that was Leigh Shaw. It didn't go beyond that and that was okay, as I was too busy focusing on how perfect she fit next to me, my one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her neck.

Finally pulling apart for air, she rested her forehead against mine and I opened my eyes to be submerged in pools of green. Licking her lips, she breathed out slowly.

"I don't want to lose you," she admitted in a whisper.

Pushing her hair behind her ear, I rested my hand on her jaw and caressed it. "You won't. I told you. I'm not leaving you. Not now. Not ever. I promise."

She closed her eyes, lips trembling ever so slightly. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

I realised she was probably thinking back to her late husband and I didn't blame her. She'd suffered through so much and I couldn't imagine the fears she had.

"I'll keep it for as long as I can," I told her, kissing her  forehead. "But know for sure that you won't be getting rid of me that easily."

She cracked a small smile through her teary eyes, nodding slightly. "I'll try to be less of a bitch."

"Hey, be as bitchy as you want," I told her playfully. "I'm not going anywhere, remember?"

She let out a small snort through her nose, barely a laugh, but it was music to my ears and it brought a smile to my lips. Finally opening her eyes, she looked to me with adoration and it made my heart beat a little faster.

"I love you," she said with the utmost sincerity.

I wiped away a stray tear of hers with the pad of my thumb and met her gaze. "I love you, too, Leigh."

Glassy eyes watched mine, content for the first time in a long time, before she pulled me in for a hug, tucking her head into my neck like it was her favourite spot in the world. I knew the feeling of her there was definitely mine.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked quietly, not wanting to break the peace we'd created.

"I'm really tired," she admitted, lips brushing my neck as she spoke.

I pressed a kiss to the side of her head, mumbling into her hair, "Let's get you to sleep then."

She hummed in agreement and I wouldn't have been surprised if she'd closed her eyes already.

"I want you to stay," she added. "To sleep with me."

Pausing, I tried not to laugh, which she realised and nudged me in the gut lightly.

"Not like that, idiot," she said, definitely giving me an eye roll even though I couldn't see her. "I mean, yes, eventually like that. If you want. But not now. Now, I just want you next to me."

Smile of adoration on my lips, I squeezed her gently. "Hmm, I'm not sure. I've got work in the morning. Early start."

She pulled away from me suddenly, frown on her lips and eyes flickering between mine disappointedly. I sighed, raising my hand and stroking her cheek.

"I'm kidding," I told her with a knowing look. "I mean, I do have work, but I'll stay if you want me to."

"Jerk," she mumbled, before standing up and pulling me up with her. "You're staying."

I kept ahold of her hand and intertwined our fingers, tugging her closer to me. She still seemed disgruntled from my joke, so I kissed her cheek, lingering for a second longer than usual, before smiling.

"Come on, grumpy pants."

She narrowed her eyes at me childishly, but continued to lead me upstairs and to her bedroom. As we walked, I remembered something.

"So, does Jules know about us? Since she helped you to trick me tonight?"

Leigh didn't bother flicking on the lights to her room when we entered, instead closing the door behind us and letting the streetlights from outside her window guide us to her bed.

"She knows we argued," she answered delicately. "I didn't know how to tell her about how I felt when I–" She sighed. "When I didn't even know how to tell you."

I nodded, not bothering to ask her about if she wanted to tell her tomorrow, or tell her mum tomorrow. Or if she wanted to wait and tell them later when we were settled into our relationship. I trusted her to talk to me when she was ready and there was no rush anyway.

"Jules is out with a friend tonight and my mum is working late," she explained their absence. "And you've slept over before so this is no different."

"True," I agreed.

A yawn escaped Leigh's lips and I couldn't help but smile at how cute she looked when she stretched her arms and scrunched her face tiredly. When she finished, she opened her eyes and saw my expression.

"What's got you all smiley?" she asked with a quirked brow.

I shook my head dismissively as she grabbed some pyjama pants from her drawer. "You're too cute is all."

Groaning loudly, she said, "God, Y/N, don't do that. Don't be all couple-y already. Especially not when it's–"

"What?" I cut her off with amusement, as she threw the pants in my face. "Complimenting you?"

"Exactly," she said like it was obvious, before waving her hand with irritation. "Just take your pants off so we can go to sleep."

I chuckled. "Eager much?"

She groaned again, but I saw a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. As I changed out of my jeans, she got under the duvet and got comfortable. I joined her soon enough, just about pulling the duvet on top of me before she grabbed my arm and forced me to roll over and spoon her from behind.

I stifled a laugh as she entwined our hands, resting them on her waist, and sighed contently.

"So, guess I can't be little spoon tonight then?" I teased, making her kick me with her foot.

"My bed, my choice," she muttered, voice heavy with fatigue.

Settling in behind her, I put my leg between hers comfortably and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin of her neck where my head lay.

"I don't mind being the big spoon," I reassured her, though I knew it wouldn't make a difference. If Leigh wanted to be cuddled, that was the end of it.

It went quiet as I appreciated how pleasant it felt with her in my arms, her body pressed closely to mine and her self radiating a comforting warmth only she seemed to possess. I could definitely get used to this.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

She stopped, breathing out slowly. "Thanks for staying."

"Well, you asked so nicely and–"

"No," she cut me off quietly. "Thanks."

It took me a second to realise that she wasn't talking about just now. I smiled to myself.

"Always, Leigh."

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