#Wanda needs a hug

[katethewriter]

Something fluffy huh? Hmmm how about reader comforting her girlfriend wanda when it seems like the whole world is against her. Feel like she’d always hold wanda tight and say “no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side”

You Are More

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: insecure/self-deprecating thoughts, people are mean, Wanda needs a hug, if I missed any please let me know

A/N: Thank you so much for the prompt!!! I hope you like it! Also, Reader is an enhanced. She has the ability to harness and manipulate electricity.

“How is she doing?"

You've just returned from a four-day solo mission, only to learn of the incident in Lagos. You're heart breaks for your girlfriend, who you know must be tearing herself to pieces.

Since the day she joined this team, she has done everything possible to make up for and repair the damage she took part in as a Hydra participant.

... and you know this is enough to break her.

"As well as can be expected, she's barely left her room," Steve smiles sadly, "this is as much my fault as it is hers. I should have-“

You are sure to cut him off quickly, "hey, none of that. This is no one's fault… except Rumlow’s. It was an accident." You pat the super soldier on the back comfortingly. "I'm gonna go check on her," you go straight to you and your girlfriend's shared bedroom.

When you peer through the doorway, you see her.

Wanda sits defeatedly on the bed, endlessly flipping between news stations, all of them covering the bombing. Each reporter that fills the screen has worse and worse things to say about the woman you love.

You're heart breaks more at every remark. What angers you the most is that these people don't even know Wanda, not personally, not like the team does and certainly not like you do. If they actually knew her, knew where her heart and intentions lie, they wouldn't being saying these things on international television for literally everyone and Wanda to hear.

The TV goes blank as you use your powers to turn it off. You had heard more than enough.

"Don't watch that," you speak softly, walking over to the bed and sitting beside her.

Wanda can't meet your eyes. She stares at her hands sorrowfully, "turning it off won't stop them from talking about me."

Reaching out, you move her hair away from her face and stroke her cheek delicately, "they don't know you."

"They're still right," Wanda quickly swats away a tear before it can fall, "I'm a monster."

"No, you are no-"

"I am," she shakes her head. "Think about it," she prompts, "the only reason Hydra selected me, gave me these powers was to hurt people." The sokovian motions towards the TV, ",,,and now I've done just that."

Your lip trembles at the way she is talking about herself. "Do you think I am a monster?"

For the first time since you've entered the room, Wana looks at you. She's almost too shocked to answer the question, "you're the best person I know. You could never be a monster."

"I was given my powers for the exact same reason, by the exact same people," you look deep into her eyes, hoping to reach her, "if that doesn't make me a monster, then neither are you."

Wanda smiles sadly, "but you never used your powers to hurt someone-"

"But I could," you interrupt her, "all it would take is one lapse in focus. One slip and I could electrocute an entire swimming pool or start a wild fire. What if I accidentally cut the power on an aircraft midflight; would you think I was a monster then?"

The witch furrows her brow, "no, that would have been an accident."

"and so was this," you take her hands into your own, "this was an accident. You were trying to help people, and you made a mistake." You gently wipe a tear that falls down her cheek.

"Wanda, you are more, so much more, than the worst mistake you've ever made. This does not define who or what you are. Ok?"

You wait for her to nod, but it takes a while. You can practically see her mind running around trying to rewrite her self-perception and absorb your words.

There is a small shift in her demeanor, and you know you've at least partially gotten through to her. Wanda gives you a weak smile but says nothing.

"As for your powers," you shift closer to wrap her in your arms, "I know they have done some pretty amazing things." Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you begin to explain, "your magic saved countless lives in Sokovia. It helped you stop Ultron before he destroyed the world. When I was locked away in a Hydra cell, strapped to a table as they turned me into a battery, draining me," your voice cracks at the mention of your worst memories, "you were the one who came back for me. You saved me, and a monster would never do that."

Wanda finally begins to relax into you. Her own arms raise to hold you as close as possible. “I don’t know what’s going to happen,” she whispers shakily, “some of them want to lock me in a cage.”

You pull away a bit to look into her eyes, “you know Steve would never let them.”

Her lips tremble in fear, “what if he doesn’t have a say?”

Silence fills the air.

You struggle to find what to say. Something is coming. There’s no way around that; too many people are demanding change.

There’s no way to know if any of you will have a say.

“Come here,” you scoot back on the bed until you’re leaning against the headboard. You open your arms for Wanda to crawl into.

She buries herself into while you hold her so tight that you never want to let go.

You start to run your hand through her hair to help soothe her the best you can, “I don’t know, but you know what I do know?”

Wanda looks up to you with her beautiful doe eyes, “what?”

Cupping her cheek softly, you promise, “no matter what happens, no matter what you do or become, I will always be on your side.”

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #fem!reader #enhanced!reader #Wanda needs a hug #slight angst #hurt/comfort #Wanda #Wanda maximoff #Wanda maximov #MCU #k hits 1k!

[themculibrary]

Wanda Maximoff Needs A Hug Masterlist

8 Bullets (ao3) - xocean G, 5k

Summary: She loves her brother. Her brother is dead.

A Colored Life (ao3) - KurayamiNeko wanda/darcy G, 22k

Summary: Wanda breaks apart, but someone comes along to help her back together.

both gone, neither buried (ao3) - soil_to_stars N/R, 1k

Summary: It’s strange, she thinks, for two to come into the world together yet leave it separately. For her, as half of a whole, to leave it completely empty.

found (but not for us) (ao3) - rainbowtie32 wanda/vision T, 1k

Summary: It had been only a matter of days since Vision had kissed Wanda and asked her to stay, and yet she was told it was five years. ... “Tony was your father, right?” She asked, rolling her head to the side so her cheek pressed against the cool brick.

“I- yeah- something like that,” he stuttered.

OR,

At Tony's funeral, Wanda is on the verge of a breakdown. Peter interrupts.

I have this breath and I hold it tight (ao3) - 100indecisions T, 3k

Summary: Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

i'll always look best in your head (ao3) - ghoultown wanda/vision T, 308k

Summary: “I’ve been searching for half the day for an indication of humanity and life within myself, but there seems to not be any.” He folds his arms over his chest, defeated, “All of humanity seems so probable, so able to change and communicate and connect and live. So possible. And I just feel so...“

“Impossible?” Bruce points to the screen.

Vision follows his finger. He reads the words at the top, large and bold and simple, feeling his body lurch forward to get closer.

The Impossible Man by Wanda Maximoff.

Vision doesn't have a heart, but he could swear he feels his pulse quicken.

-

Wanda has begun to write a story about a man who cannot exist. Vision is searching for an explanation as to who he is. They seem to meet in the middle.

it's always have and never hold (you've begun to feel like home) (ao3) - remaininganon wanda/natasha G, 3k

Summary: And in that moment, everything clicks. She understands. Because he had taken everything from her.

My take on what was going on in Wanda's mind during the Endgame battle, plus some post-battle scenes that I desperately needed.

Lovely To Finally Meet You (ao3) - Robertdoc T, 10k

Summary: Though Agnes - Agatha Harkness - has revealed herself, she's not done messing with Wanda's mind yet. Not through mind control, but through more painful reminders of what Wanda allowed to happen in Westview, gaslighting her into believing she's exactly the kind of person who would let it happen, and offers to stay in Westview forever that Wanda can't convince herself she should turn down anymore.

Until a blast from a familiar, suddenly rebuilt object brings back a memory of what she really did right before the Hex formed, who she really tried to be even at the lowest point of her life - and who she's finally ready to introduce Agatha to now. But even that may not be enough.

Another attempt at a Wanda character study that doubles as a wish fulfillment/theory for future episodes, tries to explain the still unexplained trailer snippets left, and seeks to give Wanda a real chance to heal and remember she's not just another all powerful woman who went unstable from grief - in case the show forgets to really try in the little time left it gave itself.

More than what they did to us (ao3) - Ryan_Sky G, 5k

Summary: Don’t let a witch get on your ship, you will end up having strange nightmares and a deep conversation about your respective traumatic pasts instead of sleeping.

Or, Wanda and Rocket share a talk about being a lab rat

name one hero who was happy (ao3) - soil_to_stars N/R, 1k

Summary: She’d drawn a mountain once for school. Her name had been written in the corner. It’s gone now, lost in the fire, because whatever her name touches is already gone. Everything her name touches, burns. 

People need Synthezoids (ao3) - bitchjerkwings wanda/vision N/R, 1k

Summary: a one-shot where vision comforts wanda.

She Used To Be Mine (ao3) - Anonymous T, 5k

Summary: "It's a troubling dichotomy in her mind — too dangerous to be around people, too self destructive to be in solitude."

Or — Wanda doesn't know how to be herself anymore. She doesn't know if she can be. All she knows is she can't be alone anymore.

So she calls Clint.

we keep all the hurt you never know (ao3) - Kapua T, 4k

Summary: Her upper lip curls back in a snarl, eyes gleaming wounded-animal bright as a dark wind blows around them. Everyone has been so terrified of her destroying the world for so long now. This is who they have claimed her to be all along; all she is doing is giving them exactly what they always claimed she would, and she can't deny that there is some twisted satisfaction in it.

-

Or: Rubble isn’t exactly a theme you want to see pop up across your lifetime, but it is perhaps the most consistent thing that Wanda has ever known.

what is grief, if not love persevering? (ao3) - hunkahulkaaburningfudge wanda/vision G, 63k

Summary: The Avengers watch their future.

A WandaVision watch-it fic.

you'll be alright, no one can hurt you now (ao3) strawberriesinmoominvalley clint/natasha T, 14k

Summary: The first day was awkward.

Dealing with ex-HYDRA kids was not Natasha’s first rodeo. She’d helped Peter - hell, she’d been brought up in the Red Room. She understood how fucked up things like that could make you. But Pietro and Wanda were different to Peter - they were avoidant to touch, checking for exits in every room they entered.

OR wanda and pietro learn they finally have a home, and are loved. the farm family gains two new members

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #wanda maximoff #wanda needs a hug #wanda needs a hug masterlist #angst

[ily-fictional-women]

The Monster I am

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

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: Arguing and mentions of blood

Word count: 1112

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Answer. The. Question.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#angst with a happy ending #wanda marvel #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda mcu #wanda x you #wanda maximommy #marvel imagine #marvel fancic #hurt/comfort #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Series Masterlist

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: Per Chapter.

A/N-> Hello, here I am with another old series found on my drive. It came from a one-shot where Reader was Asgardian, but now I'm back to writing this now with a little more depth. In the same vibe as Love Slideshow, another work where Wanda receives all the love and attention that canon never gave her. Weekly updates.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

Chapter List

Wanda Maximoff needs a friend

Wanda Maximoff needs a therapist 

Wanda Maximoff needs a family

Wanda Maximoff needs a drink

Wanda Maximoff needs love

Wanda Maximoff needs witchcraft 

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff needs a hug

[snow-fire13]

Incorrect Quotes

How MOM really should have gone.

Strange, banging on the door: Wanda! Open up!

Wanda: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Wong: No, they meant-

Y/N: Shhh.

America: Let them finish.

ScatterPatter's Incorrect Quotes Generator

#avengers x reader #incorrect marvel quotes #stephen strange x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wong x reader #america chavez x reader #multiverse of madness #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff needs a hug

[peterparkourstuff]

Kidnapper: we have your son

The Avengers: We don’t have a son??

Kidnapper: He made us reevaluate our life choices and now we feel really bad, please come and pick him up

The Avengers: Oh my god you have Peter

Kidnapper: I’m going to be a painter

#peter parker #mcu textpost #spiderman #marvel mcu #irondad #ironman #peter parker needs a hug #tony stark #the avengers #clint barton #natasha marvel #thor odinson #bruce banner #the hulk #wanda maximoff #vision

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Is it just me or is anyone else craving some domestic fluff rn?

I just need to be held.

#this is a cry for help #i need sleep #i need therapy #i want a hug #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #writers on tumblr #help #send help #please help

[foxcantswim]

Family Forgiveness Chapter 2 || F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

I'm shocked at the responses I got from the first part so I made a second. Thank you so much. It made me so incredibly happy I can't even describe it. (This is my first Marvel related fic in a long time too so I am surprised!)

Enjoy, lovelies!

Y/N lives with America and Wanda. Wanda starts to lose control again.

Family Forgiveness Chapter 2

F!Avenger!Reader x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Wanda needing a hug, America destroying a kitchen-

You stirred awake after the blinding sunlight peeked through the curtains. As much as you wanted to turn over and fall back into a deep sleep, you knew you had some business to attend to today.

You reached a hand out, seeking for your girlfriend. With a sigh, you remembered that she wouldn't be on her side of the bed today... It had been two weeks since Wanda had officially moved in and today was the first day she had to leave extremely early to visit Kamar-Taj.

A frown appeared on your face as you sat up. You had woken up a handful of times to Wanda not being there, she had been found standing on your balcony with her hands shaking by her sides - you had always been there to coax her back inside whilst pressing kisses to her fingertips as you moved. You loved having Wanda around, but the two of you still had a while to go before things seemed completely normal.

Finally, you rose from the bed to fully open the curtains before getting changed. You could hear the clanging of pots and pans coming from the kitchen in the process, you already dreaded what you would find.

"America!" you called as you left the room, "Why do I smell burning?!" slight worry filled your voice as you turned the corner towards the kitchen.

America quickly put her hands up in surrender upon seeing you, "I was just trying to make breakfast!"

"Breakfast?" you laughed, "What exactly...?"

"Cereal..." America mumbled, dropping her hands.

Shaking your head, you headed towards her, "I don't even wanna know. Just clean up once your done, okay kiddo?"

"Yeah, sure," she nodded, throwing a couple bowls in the sink. She handed you a cup, "I did, however, manage to successfully make a cup of coffee for you."

You hesitantly took it, "Mmm, thanks..." you took a cautious sip. It wasn't bad. But it wasn't great either.

"How is it?" she asked, "I tried my best to make it how you usually take it."

"It's er... It's good."

America looked at you with a suspicious look, but she shrugged and seemed to drop the situation before returning to her 'cereal'. You couldn't stop a smile from appearing on your face as you watched her. She had been extremely comfortable with you and Wanda around, Stephen and Wong even made sure to visit regularly to make sure she was doing well.

"You have that weird smile on your face again, mom," America said, nudging your shoulder.

"Ah, sorry," you cleared your throat before taking a long sip of coffee, "Just thinking about how everything seems to coming together. Feels like something bad should happen at any moment now."

It was true. The Avengers had been on the longest break of their lives, no threat had popped up to cause any alarm in a while. It was strange. The situation didn't sit well with anyone within the Avengers.

"You all deserve a break," America tried to reason, "Just enjoy what we have now. I doubt anything as bad as what we went through will happen at least."

It still hurt you to hear America mention what had happened. America always brushed it off, but you knew that she was still affected by what Wanda did all those months ago. You were just glad that her and Wanda were finally getting along.

Wanda bit her lip as a tear fell down her cheek, she folded her arms to try and bury her hands. She sat on the floor facing the corner, as far away from everyone as she could.

The people of Kamar-Taj had asked Wanda to use her powers to help rebuild a section of their sacred grounds... And of course she had to mess everything up. Everything was going perfectly well to begin with, she was in complete control of her magic. She was pushing up walls as people on the ground grabbed a couple loose bricks to help slot them into place. Things were going smoothly.

And then the whispers came. The Darkhold.

Wanda had glanced down at her hands, her eyes glowed a bright red. The memories of her hurting you and America back on Wundagore Mountain. She had destroyed the castle and every copy of the Darkhold in hopes of ridding it for good... But the dark whispers still haunted her. The things she had done were too great to forget.

Her magic had faltered, causing the huge wall to collapse and crush a student of Kamar-Taj. Wanda was quick to react to throw the debris off of the boy, but he had still obtained injuries due to the heavy bricks. Wanda had excused herself after this - running to the nearest building.

The whispers in her head were growing louder and louder, the darkness slowly consuming her mind and soul once again.

"Wanda."

A calm voice caused her to flinch. She knew who it belonged to.

"Leave. Now," her voice filled with anger. Anger aimed at herself, of course, "I can't control my magic, I don't-"

"Wanda, I'm not going to leave," Stephen sighed, approaching her,  "You know Y/N would literally throw me off a cliff if she found out that I left you on your own."

She still didn't know why Stephen was even caring for her...

"I'm a monster, Stephen. I hurt yet another person. I-"

"It was an accident," he tried to reason with her as he sat down next to her to place a hand on her shoulder.

"I can't control it," she brought her hands out in front of her, still shaking, "I'm too weak, I-"

Stephen scoffed, "Says the strongest magic wielder to ever exist. Don't tell Wong I said that, he'll kill me," that earned a slight smile from Wanda... He dropped his hand from her shoulder, "You aren't weak, Wanda. You have a lot of people around you who are willing to help you get through whatever you need. Myself, Wong, America, Clea... Y/N. Hell, even some of the other Avengers said they would help in any way they can to get you back on your feet."

"I will never understand why..." she mumbled, folding her arms to hide her hands once again.

You have a good heart.

That's what you had said on the day Wanda had come to her senses.

Your hand moved up to your opposite arm, blood forming on your sleeve. You shook it off of your hand before stepping closer. Wanda had just thrown a table from other Wanda's kitchen at you, the wood slicing through your upper arm in the process.

"Are you okay?" America whispered, a panicked look on her face.

"Y-Yeah," you took a deep breath, "Just a scratch," you offered her a reassuring smile.

Well. It was more than 'just a scratch'. But now was not the time to make the girl worried.

America held out a hand to stop you from moving any closer, you were about to protest but you decided to watch the scene in front of you unfold.

Other Wanda had your Wanda's face cupped in her hand, "Know that they'll be loved."

Wanda looked away, tears streaming from her eyes. You couldn't stop yourself from letting a tear of your own fall as you watched Wanda finally realise that she would never have her children back.

That was when America decided to take you and Wanda back to your original dimension. Wanda's sad gaze still remained on the floor upon returning. You gulped before walking towards her finally, America silently worrying for your well-being in the process.

"Wanda..." you sighed, kneeling down in front of her.

"I'm sorry," she choked out, a hand coming to rest just under where she had hurt you, "Y/N, I didn't mean to-" her eyes frantically moving around, unsure as to whether she should look at the wound or in your eyes.

"It's okay," you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her in to a comforting hug, "Nothing I can't handle." You felt her shaky hands reciprocate the hug after a few silent moments.

"I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again," Wanda muttered as she squeezed you tightly once more. She tried to pull away, but of course you wouldn't let her.

"W-What does that mean?" you asked, scared of what her fate might be. You pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.

Wanda's frown never left her face, "I have to go, Y/N."

Shaking your head, "Don't you dare leave me," you glared at her, tears starting to well up once again.

"I-I have to go. I have to leave so I can never hurt anyone ever again. I-" You knew she was wanting to destroy herself alongside the Darkhold. You weren't about to sit here and let that happen.

"You won't hurt anyone again," you pulled away to grab her hands, holding them tightly within your own, "I-I'll be here to make sure of that. I'm not leaving you, Wanda. Please..."

"I have nothing left, Y/N," Wanda let out a sob, "My boys, I-"

"You have me, Wanda," you pressed a kiss to the top of her hands, "I promise. You will not hurt anyone ever again. I'll always be here for you because I..." the words got caught in your throat, unsure as to whether you should say them or not.

"Y/N?" she whispered, confused at your sudden silence. She was concerned as she looked at your face which was contorted as you got lost in your thoughts, "Are you okay-?"

"Because I love you, Wanda. If you leave, I will- I will be really angry, okay? And you don't want to see me when I'm angry," you tried to act tough in front of her, despite the tears falling down your reddened cheeks, "Don't leave. Come back home. With me."

Home.

Wanda felt her chest tighten as she continued to listen to your words, she looked down at your still connected hands.

"You... love-?"

"How could I not?" you cut her off, doing anything you could to keep her there with you.

"But, after all I did-"

"You have a good heart," you said, silencing her effectively, "You just need to learn how to use it."

"Y/N..." her voice shook, one of her hands escaped from yours to gently cup your cheek.

"We can learn together," you smiled sadly at her.

Wanda had never been more grateful to have you in her life. And she knew she would continue to be grateful.

She just wished you had told her that you loved her sooner... Perhaps it would have stopped her from causing the chaos and destruction across the multiverse to begin with.

A familiar hissing sound came from behind Wanda and Stephen, the latter turned to look.

"I got her," Wong announced as he stepped through the portal with you on his heels.

Stephen nodded before standing up, "Thanks, Wong," he sighed before looking at you, "She's all yours." He and Wong smiled sadly at you before leaving the room to give you some space.

The sad frown on your face was heavy as you quickly approached Wanda, "Wands..." you muttered as you looked down at her, you hated how small and weak she looked.

"You didn't need to come, Y/N. I-I don't need you," Wanda said, the sadness in her voice failing her.

"Whether you need me or not, I'm here," you took a seat in front of her, somehow fitting into the corner of the room, "I told you I would be here for you. Even if you push me away like you've done before, I will still do whatever I can for you." You reached out to pull her hands away from their hiding spots, "I'm guessing these are the culprit for your sadness again, hm?"

Wanda let out a shaky breath as she nodded, her eyes glowed a feint red. You could tell that she was growing angrier and angrier at herself as time went on.

"Well. I'm sure the people here at Kamar-Taj are glad that you have these powers. Rebuilding would take a lot longer without you."

"But I'm the reason they even need to rebuild in the first place!" she exclaimed.

All you did in retaliation was place a kiss on each of her fingers, "You were blinded by rage, Wanda, we've been over this. You're trying to help them get back to where they started and that's all that matters."

"I hurt someone else. Again," she gritted her teeth, her jaw clenched in sadness and rage.

"Accidents happen, Wands," you sighed as she turned her gaze away from you in frustration, "I know you're angry with yourself. But it will be okay. We've always ended up okay, you and I."

"This will happen again. I am a monster, Y/N. I-"

"You aren't a monster, Wanda. You are strong and you will get over this. Those stupid whispers and noises in your head don't control you. You control them. You know I'm here to help you control them if you need me, too. So is America. We're both proud of you."

Wanda looked back up at you, her eyes glossy, "My head... It hurts all the time," she admitted, "I-I thought I completely destroyed the Darkhold. But it keeps trying to pull me back in. I don't know what to do. It's been almost a year and I still can't-" You could tell she was starting to panic.

You quickly pulled her into a hug, Wanda's own arms didn't hesitate in coming up to wrap around you in response, "One step at a time, Wanda. Your family isn't going to turn their back on you. I love you so much." The two of you simply enjoyed each other's company as you continued to tell her that everyone would be okay. Wanda's shaky breathing was slowing down as was her fast heart-rate. "Wong said you can come home early with me to rest. America and I will make some food and we can all just take it easy for the next few days. Focus on our family... If you'd like?"

Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck with a nod, "That sounds nice," her darkened thoughts were clouded as she held you closer, the feeling of you effectively blocked out the whispers.

The thought of just building more on her family with you eased her mind. She desperately wanted to make things right with America, too.

As if on cue, a large blue star appeared out of nowhere.

"Errr... Mom?" a concerned voice broke the two of you out of your hug. Wanda looked over her shoulder to see America stepping into the room.

"Are you okay?" you quickly asked as you stood, offering a hand to help Wanda up.

"Y-Yeah, everything is just peachy," America laughed nervously, "I just... Wanted to know, theoretically of course... If Mom's powers were able to put out fire."

"America!" you exclaimed, quickly running over to the star-shaped portal.

Another stray tear left Wanda's eye as she watched you grab America and drag her back through the portal, frantically shouting at her and questioning about where and how the fire had occurred.

Mom.

Wanda's frown turned into sad smile as she made her way over. She was ready to start giving this 'family' a proper try.

Like before, I don't know if I will make another chapter. I have a few ideas but nothing concrete so sorry! Thanks for reading!

(Don’t mind me being an idiot by making another chapter - Chapter 3)

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #Scarlet Witch #elizabeth olsen x reader #multiverse of madness #wanda x reader #america chavez #doctor strange #WANDA NEEDS MANY HUGS OKAY

[katethewriter]

What was your comfort fic if u don't mind me asking

I don’t mind! Though I don’t want any authors to feel like I’m calling them out. So I’ll list the fic titles, but not the authors. If you see the name of one of your fics listed, please know that there is no hurt feelings at all. These each left such a positive impact on my life. Your work was loved and appreciated while you shared it with us, and still is now. ❤️

This time it was a mother!natasha x daughter!reader fic called Hurts to Realize. It was written by one of my favorite writers, so it’s like a compound thing, because I lost he whole master list. 😭

But it’s happened a lot…

There was another mother!wandanat x daughter!reader fic called Neighbors. Reader was kinda neglected by her parents, and was emotionally adopted by her neighbors Wandanat. She would go over to their house for dinner, and they would love on her the way her family wasn’t.

There was these two great wandanat x reader hurt/comfort fics that always hit the spot. One was called All for a Deer, and the other was You’re Important Too. I think they were even written by the same author. They were both amazing!

Another Wandanat x reader angsty hurt/comfort fic that was deleted I think was called Whatever it Takes. It was based on that old song the at Stranger Things made go viral again.

#askkate #i’ve been losing comfort fics left and right #comfort fics #sad #wanda needs a hug #Natasha needs a hug #we all need hugs #wandanat

[s0ftandsad]

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.

OR

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.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff/reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #the avengers #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst with a happy ending #wanda maximoff needs a hug #no use of y/n #no gender specified #second person perspective #second person narration #second person pov #canon rewrite #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #archive of our own #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #one shot #taylor swift inspired #author is a swiftie #song: delicate by taylor swift #gender neutral reader

[ffiamgoku]

A Custom gifset I made for my DC/MCU crossover story "A New Team: (Done Right)" Chapter 15. NOTE: The story is not friendly to Steve Rogers or Wanda Maximoff. Story Link: A New Team (Done Right) - Chapter 1 - iamgoku - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

#mcu edit #dcedit #marvel cinematic universe #dc #supergirl #cw supergirl #arrowverse #team tony stark #tony stark defense squad #tony stark needs a hug #civil war team iron man #anti wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff is a villain #not steve rogers friendly #anti steve rogers #sharon carter #nia nal #everett ross #red daughter #linda lee danvers #archive of our own #scott lang #ao3 link #ao3 writer #ao3 work #crossover #gifset #the avengers #dc extended universe #female peter parker

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Chapter One

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: 3.484k.

General Masterlist || Series Masterlist || AO3 || Wattpad

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Chapter One - Wanda Maximoff needs a friend

You had a cold.

It was unusual, given your abilities, so it made sense that you insisted that the Avengers do not change the mission schedule because of this, and consequently made you more vulnerable on a mission that should have been easy.

The result was that you now had a cold and a bullet mark on your waist. Everyone was extremely worried, but you assured them that you were fine and that none of them needed to worry about someone literally unshakable, and this alone explained why you had a high fever all by yourself in a tower.

Well, all alone was not correct. There was another avenger, the new recruit, who was not yet on the mission list, and well, she was the one who found you stumbling around in the kitchen at dawn.

Wanda was sure that you hated her. It was a very forward first impression, of course, but she couldn't help but assume that you had some sort of problem with her by the way you behaved around her. Because of this, even though you were sick, she hesitated to approach you.

"Are you okay?"

You hum, forcing a laugh and ignoring all the pain that was spreading throughout your body like needles. "Of course. I just wanted to get something to eat." It was not your intention to be harsh, but the response made Wanda lower her gaze.

"Right." She murmured, her gaze watching your clumsy movements as you moved to get some water. "Are you sure you...?"

But her question was interrupted by your momentary loss of consciousness. 

There was something else about Wanda that she hated - her powers. And you couldn't understand why, since that scarlet energy was warm and prickly on your skin and sure was more comfortable than slamming against the counter or the kitchen floor. Her magic held you upright, and suddenly there were soft hands on your face. "Y/N! Hey! sranje (shit)! You're burning up with fever." You heard her words loosely, not having the strength to resist even a little being carried to the couch in the living room.

Wanda used her powers to lay you down, and you only blinked away the fever when cold towels were placed on your head.

"Maybe you should see a doctor." She suggests clearly concerned, but you giggle.

"They wouldn't know how to treat a god."

Wanda snorts softly. "Is that what you refer to yourself as? So presumptuous." She teases, and you smile with your eyes closed, the attempt to shrug makes you whimper in pain and brings a worried expression to her. "I'll call Thor, maybe he'll..."

"I'll be fine, Wanda." You interrupt her, with difficulty, bringing a hand up to her wrist that holds the towel against your neck. "It's just a cold. I haven't caught one of those since childhood, that's probably why I'm so miserable." You explain, and Wanda gives you a small smile.

You struggle to stay conscious with the high fever, and Wanda takes advantage of these moments to call Natasha.

"She's burning up with fever, Nat. I don't know what to do, is there any medicine in this place?"

The widow sighs on the other end of the line. "Damn, I swear she is the most stubborn person I know. I think there's something in Bruce's lab, made for her. Look up her name."

"Thanks. Good luck on the mission. Come back safe." The widow smiled affectionately, saving the teasing about Wanda's gentleness for another moment before muttering her goodbyes.

Wanda gave one last check on your figure - your face covered by a wet towel as you grumbled in pain - before leaving the room. She didn't linger long in the lab, and also took some aspirin from Tony's cabinet. 

But when Wanda tried to make you take the meds, you pushed her hand away.

"Oh, oh, what's that?" She rolled her eyes impatiently at your question.

"This is to ease your fever and pain. You need-"

"I'm not taking any pills." You retort seriously, and when she sees almost the panic in your eyes, Wanda hesitates. 

"It's just aspirin..."

You force yourself to sit up, complaining a little. "I don't use medicine. Leave me alone to die."

She chuckles incredulously. "That's so dramatic for a god." She teases, but you pout. Wanda thinks it's unfair that you look so adorable.

"I don't need medicine." You insist. "I just need a good night's sleep and food. I'll be brand new."

But once you got back on your feet, your body failed you again. Wanda sighed in a complaint, scarlet magic working on instinct and keeping you from falling to the floor before bringing you back to the couch.

"I'll get blankets for you." She mutters to your delirious figure, before leaving the room.

When she returns, you have taken the aspirin she left on the table, and it makes her smile slightly.

"Here, dorogoy." She says as she covers you, and you blink tired eyes at her.

"That's sweet." You say, to which Wanda mumbles confusedly, "The nickname. Natasha taught me Russian, you know."

Wanda can feel her face heat up, but she manages to laugh it off. "Sorry." She murmurs, and it's your turn to look at her with confusion.

"For what?"

Wanda sighs lightly. "I shouldn't...I don't know. You and I, we're not really... close." She tries to put it into words, it's a bad job, and maybe that's why you're so indignant.

"What? What are you talking about?"

Wanda huffs impatiently, feeling her face warm up even more. "You don’t need to be nice about it, I know you're not exactly a fan of me." She blurts out then. "I understand. It took everyone a while to trust me after Ultron."

You ignore the pain to sit up straight, gesturing in denial. "Wanda, that's ridiculous. I think you're the coolest Avenger here! Excluding Nat of course, otherwise, she will break my face." You declare, and she widens her eyes in surprise.

"What...? Really?" She asks unsurely, and you give her a reassuring smile.

"Where did you get the idea that I didn't like you?" 

"B-because you're always tormenting me! And you're so...direct..."

"Yeah, I'm sincere!" You retort with a laugh. "I'm sorry if I... come off as too abrupt for you. I don't have a very good social cue. War veterans don't care much for it, and Tony, well, deserves to hear some raw truths. I'll try to be sweeter with you. And well, about tormenting? You're too easy. And I do that with all my friends."

Wanda giggles nervously, twiddling her fingers. "Do you see me as a friend?"

You chuckle again, raising an eyebrow at her. "And how else would I see you?" You tease suggestively, and she feels her face warm. You chuckle at her shyness. "See, too easy."

She huffs, pushing you away gently, and grimaces apologetically at the grunt of pain you let out. But you laugh it off, assuring her that you're fine. 

"Now that we've made it clear that we're friends, can you put on something for us to watch? I've been dying to invite myself over to watch sitcoms with you but you've been avoiding me..."

Wanda blushes at the attention and clears her throat. "You could have joined me whenever you wanted. I wouldn't mind...I would have enjoyed the company. Vision does that sometimes."

You grimace softly. "That nosy old can."

She chuckles confusedly. "What's your problem with Vision?"

You make a grumpy face. Adorable, Wanda would say.

"He's annoying, that's all." You say. "I don't trust machines. You wouldn't trust them either if you had been raised by one."

Wanda bites her lip hesitantly. Everything she knows about your past-all the Hydra experiments and your unusual childhood with what was once Dr. Arnim Zola - came from reports and television. You were more than Captain America or the Winter Soldier ever were. You were the Hydra's Angel of Steel. Unyielding, unstoppable, and immortal.

The last part, Wanda wasn't sure was true. Especially since you are burning up with a fever on the couch.

"Vision is not like Hydra. He's not like anyone I know really." Wanda comments, but your grimace increases and she doesn't understand why.

"Okay, I get that you and he are super friends." You sneer, and she laughs, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't say that." She mumbles suddenly half sad, looking down at her lap. "I wouldn't...I wouldn't say I have any friends."

You frown immediately. "What, but what about the Avengers?"

She chuckles humorlessly, looking at you with a certain irony. "We're co-workers, Y/N. We barely know each other, and I'm only here because I literally don't have a home country anymore. I think it's all more out of convenience, or pity."

"It's not pity." You insist by shrugging. "You're young, but you're no innocent child. No one feels sorry for someone as strong as you. It would even be disrespectful. I think everyone is kind of grateful and relieved that you fight with us and not against us."

Wanda stands thoughtfully over your words, an indecipherable expression on her face. You haven't lied, you really are sincere. She appreciates that. You shudder briefly, the fever still lingering.

"I think you need friends, Wanda." You murmur then, half drowsy. Wanda thinks it's the medication. "I would be your friend if you wanted me."

She smiles warmly. "I would love that." She murmurs, and you smile with your eyes closed. But you struggle to stay awake, and your hand searches for Wanda's on the couch.

"Keep me company. Put something on the TV, to entertain you."

"You're kind of bossy, aren't you?" She teases, and you chuckle lightly, feeling exhaustion catch up with you. But Wanda only releases your hand when she's sure you're completely asleep.

–//–

When you wake up, it is morning. 

And you know that Wanda has slept on the couch next to you from the blankets and pillows. There is a sitcom paused on the living room television, and the smell of food invades your senses all at once, effectively waking you up.

"Good morning, Wanda." You greet her in a gruff tone, in a half yawn, and she would have been startled if she didn't have telepathy and couldn't feel you awake from the first second.

She turns her face away from the stove and smiles at you. "Good morning, Y/N. How are you feeling?"

You shrug, moving closer to see what she was cooking. "Better, I guess. A little sore still." You murmur, leaning over her to spy the pan. "Hmm, that looks good. And it smells wonderful." You rest your chin on her shoulder. "So does the food." 

Wanda drops her spoon in shock, completely flushed, and you burst into laughter, stepping away at once to get juice from the refrigerator while muttering "too easy."

Her face remains hot for a good ten minutes. You pay no mind to it and thank her for the food when it is ready.

"I think I'll go back to sleep, my head is hurting."  You comment, and Wanda nods.

"Take more meds, they help with the fever." She instructs, but you grumble. She raises an eyebrow. "Please?"

That makes you smile. "Since you asked so nicely." You tease, grabbing the medicine box her magic brought to you. Wanda twitches her nose and hesitates softly before asking.

"What's your problem with pills?" You lick your lips, taken aback by the question. She swallows dryly. "Sorry, I'm being nosy."

"No, don't worry about it." You say quickly, smiling at her. "It's just that Zola used to keep a strict pill diet with me. No real food, you know? I was a weapon, a soldier, not a person to them. I don't like the feel of swallowing pills, it reminds me of... those days."

Wanda reaches out for your wrist, stroking the skin lightly. "I'm really sorry, Y/N." She says, and you nod. She feels the need to confess something, too, and murmurs, "I don't like needles these days. Because of Hydra. Before, I couldn't wait to turn eighteen and get tattoos. But now, just the thought of piercing my skin reminds me of their tests, and I just-"

You interrupt her monologue by raising her hands to the height of your face. Her breath hitches as you kiss her palms, staring into her eyes.

"They took a lot of things from us, but we got something powerful in return." You murmur, kissing her left palm again. "I'm really sorry for all the pain they caused you, Wanda. But this here is a beautiful thing about you now."

She knows you are talking about her magic, and she feels her ears chatting fire like her cheeks. Her instinctive action is to retract her hands, but you firm your grip gently. "I don't see it as a blessing." She mutters, avoiding your eyes. "I just... hurt people."

You interlace your fingers, and Wanda swallows dryly, looking down. You don't look away from her. "Hurting others is what they taught us, but we are more than that. You need to trust that you can be more. I see that you are already."

"I'm not sure about that." She confesses in a soft snort, but you don't shy away, holding your hands together.

"It's okay, I can show you." You assure her with a soft smile. "That's what friends are for, right?"

She relishes the possibility of not being alone anymore but somehow feels that her smile is almost forced. She doesn't understand what bothers her. It's nice to have friends.

You let go of her hands suddenly, because you both hear the sound of the quinjet outside the Compound. 

Offering a farewell wink, you leave the room to go rest as you promised, and Wanda is left to explain about the sketchy of a slumber party in the living room to a curious black widow that came back from a mission.

–//–

You feel better in a day or two and are annoyingly charming when you brag about your quick recovery to the team. Wanda doesn't back down and jokes around about seeing you whimpering in pain on the couch, eliciting a few laughs from the other members.

You do not mind - You are happier to see her comfortable and friendly with the rest of the team to care about the teasing.

Wanda's training is different from yours, her powers are more unstable, and she lacks confidence in using them. And since you are the stronger member to take the damage, you offer to practice together.

"That's not a good idea. I don't want to hurt you." She declares with training gloves and an unsure expression as you appear in the outer courtyard, dismissing Natasha with a nod as if the whole story has already been talked over between you two.

You chuckle indignantly. "That's quite unlikely, darling. Relax, take a deep breath, and bring it all on. I want to see how much power you hold back."

Wanda looks at Nat unsure, but the widow shrugs, nodding in encouragement and taking a few steps back to stay out of range. Good thing you guys are on the outside.

"Come on, Wanda. I trust you." You say looking into her eyes, a few feet in front of her, waiting for the impact.

She swallows dryly, trembling hands raised toward you. "That's a terrible idea." She murmurs again, though she throws a small blast against your chest. It makes you chuckle.

"It tickles." You comment smugly. "Come on, Maximoff. You can do better than that. Again."

She sighs and tries. It's bigger, but still, you don't get out of place. And to irritate her, on your next attempt, you hold the energy ball with one hand. 

"You call this an attack, princess? I'm almost disappointed." Wanda knows that you are just trying to get to her, and you are succeeding because the next one is strong enough to shake the yard and make curious Avengers leave the building to watch the training.

You, however, just adjust your feet on the ground. Her power has hit you hard, and your eyes are the same color as her magic.

"Damn, that was... better." You praise with a breathless laugh, and Wanda swallows dryly, adjusting her position. You let her magic flow through your body until you are controlling it in your hand as well. "If I give it back, would it hurt you?"

"I don't think so."

"Get ready then." You ask, and she takes a deep breath, nodding in permission. You strike, returning her energy, and Wanda braces herself for pain, but it does not come. Her magic doesn't hurt her, even if it comes from you.  It makes you smile. "Lovely. Are you taking notes, Nat?"

The widow, who Wanda had forgotten was present having been so wrapped up in the training, rolls her eyes slightly. She has a tablet in hand. "Of course I am, boss." Ironizes Nat, making you laugh. 

"Wanda, your power doesn't hurt you. That's interesting because it could mean that it's not purely stone magic like mine or Vision's. If we get hit by our energies, we get hurt. Maybe your abilities are innate, and the stone just has awakened them. It's too early to tell, however."

Wanda shifts the weight of her feet, half uncertain of what to say. She is honestly, quite surprised that simple training provided such an important insight. Natasha whistles impressed.

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are, Y/N. It must be because you're a pain in the ass most of the time." Teases Romanoff, receiving a giggle and a middle finger.

"Fuck off! " You retort laughing before assuming a fighting stance again. "Wanda, how about you try to take me down now?"

She sighs, fists in the air. "You may be annoying, but I still don't want to hurt you." She taunts, managing to make Nat laugh and you let out a cute gasp of exclamation.

"See, Nat? She likes me." You scoff, and Wanda knows she's blushing, so she forces her magic against you, this time at your feet. You lose your balance, but only for half a second before you effectively absorb her spell. Wanda finds the scarlet color in your irises oddly attractive but pushes the thought away immediately. "No, no. Use the setting to your advantage, Maximoff. Knock me down, without bewitching me."

She sighs but looks down at the ground. Her next attack is on the ground, but just when she thinks you are going to fall, you float before using the rubble as steps and spin majestically in the air before falling in front of her, standing up.

Natasha rolls her eyes. "Show-off." She mutters, but You don't pay mind to her, giving Wanda's shoulder a gentle pat.

"Great move, Wands, but your response time is bad." You say. "I made all my way to you and you kept looking at me with that cute little face. You can't do that on the battlefield, yes?"

She blushes, but she giggles and pushes you away gently. She's not thinking about the nickname, and she's not thinking about the compliment, she's not. 

She tries to fight for real after that, following your instructions and ending up out of breath with her hands on her knee after almost three hours of training.

You are sitting on the floor now, as sweaty and out of breath as she is, but with a proud smile on your face that makes her stomach churn with anxiety.

"You're a talent, Maximoff." You compliment her sincerely. "We'll make you an Avenger yet."

"I'm already part of the team." She recalls stubbornly, only to see your expression twitch adorably. 

"You know my point."

"I think you're being a bit of a patronizer. Don't you agree Nat?" 

The widow hums in agreement immediately, only to torment you as Wanda is doing, both of them reveling in the almost desperate expression on her face.

"What? No, I'm not!" You defend yourself indignantly until you realize it's a joke. "Ha-ha, very funny. You two are hilarious. I'm here being a good teacher and you're making fun of me."

Wanda chuckles, dismantling your whole moody posture as she helps you stand with a tug and doesn't let go of your hand, face way too close for someone with an audience.

"Thanks for the help, detka. I really appreciate it." She thanks you by looking you in the eye, and you swallow dryly, nodding stupidly. All too aware of the proximity and Nat's presence with a teasing smile for the scene.

Wanda gives you a wink, muttering something about lunch before letting you go. You barely register her words, scolding yourself for noticing how pretty she looks in her training uniform.

Stupid thoughts, honestly.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

[softly-potter]

Impossible

Summary: Bucky confronts Wanda about cheating.

Word Count: 396

A/N: inspired by the song ‘Impossible’ by Shontelle 

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“Don’t,” Bucky seethed, pulling his hand out of hers. Wanda feebly reached for him, her hands closing around nothing as he stood, his hands in his hair. “If you’re done with embarrassing me, I’m going to go.”

“B-buck, I’m sorry,” she sobbed, standing as well, reaching for him. “It meant nothing, he meant nothing.”

Bucky rounded on her, the hurt in his eyes shining. “Don't you see how that makes it worse?” He was breathing hard, fists clenched.

Wanda nodded, choking down her sobs. “I-i just missed you and I was drunk a-and he was there…” she reached for him again, her fingers gripping his wrist. “We can fix this. We can fix us.”

“You're unbelievable,” he scoffed, but she didn’t miss the way his face twisted in pain. “All we had is gone now. I could never trust you again. You broke that. You broke us.”

Wanda brushed her tears with the back of her hand, trying to make her jaw steady. Bucky looked down at her hands on his skin, gently pulling it off of him. He held her fingers, squeezed her hand for a moment, his eyes wet.

“Someone told me…years ago, when I was a soldier,” he whispered, eyes still glued to their hands. “I should take caution when it comes to love but, I thought it’d be different with you.” His head snaps up, shoulders shaking. “I loved you.”

“I-I know…i’m so sorry, Bucky.” Wanda whispered, clutching his hand like a life line. “I never meant for it to happen like this.”

He laughs humeroulsless, shakes his head sadly. “What we had is gone now. You know that.”

Wanda feels her tears fall, and doesn't bother wiping them away. “Please, just give me one more chance, Buck.”

She hated begging. Hated the way it made her sound, hated the way it made her feel, but she would beg him. She was willing to beg if it meant he’d stop looking at her like that.

Bucky wiped at his face, his cheeks pink, jaw tense. Taking a step towards her, he strained his back, looked her square in the face.

“I was happy. I was happy with you, Wanda.” He whispered, brown eyes raw with emotion. “But what I hoped I had with you?” He let out a scoff, before turning his back to her. “Impossible.”

#bucky barnes x wanda maximoff #cheating au #bucky needs a hug #writing prompts

[huesohnobro]

You Don't Love Her

Chapter 9: I think we were cursed from the start

Content Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, electrocution, Natasha gets really fucking mean, slight masochism, heartbreak

“I was just thinking you would be an excellent way to get both”

The implications behind the words sent both chills of fear and jolts of curiosity coursing through her system, the crypticism of your previous statements clashing delightfully with the brutal simplicity of such insinuations. Switching from moving her fingers to her wrists, she opted to slowly move her hand to the signal emitter on her belt; if all went well then she’d be able to stall you until Steve or Tony arrived, if it didn't go well then who knows what would happen. First thing’s first: Natasha would have to stall you like her life depended on it, for all she knew it probably did. Inching her fingers toward her waist, Natasha took a deep breath and turned her face towards yours, your noses touching from your head’s position on her shoulder. Natasha pretended to miss the way that your eyes flicked down to her lips and back up again, her cheeks heating up as she forced an intense eye contact between the two of you.

“Why would I give you either? You would be put into containment the second you stepped foot into Avengers tower. Not only that, but I don't really think that I’m comfortable with being a body for some girl I don’t know.” The way you leaned your head back and laughed softly at Natasha’s skeptical tone and raised eyebrow seemed to drive the spy’s point further home in her mind. If your international criminal status wasn’t an issue the level of self assured snark that oozed from your every pore would be what got you kicked out. “Simple, I can't just make a body for her from nothing. I’d need something, someone who once housed a soul within their chest so that she could take over,” You moved your tail from behind your back to caress Natasha’s cheek, your eyes softening as you lowered your voice to a whisper. “I want it to be you.. In all of my time on this earth I have never met someone who makes my heart flutter so wildly despite the danger they pose to me. I don’t need all of you, just enough of you for the cradle to make a new chest for her soul.” Natasha’s shoulders tensed as her fingers grazed the cold material of the signal emitter, an emotional cocktail roiling violently in her chest. Pushing the button, she pushed her weight into your injured shoulder and forced you to the floor; kicking your knees in to bring you to the ground before rolling you over and pinning you to achieve her desired position. Igniting her widow’s bites, she pointed her wrist at your face and hovered over you as you groaned on the floor. Your shoulder laid stretched out and limp beside you, Natasha’s free hand pinning it to the floor. It was likely dislocated given the way it had clicked after Natasha had forced her back into it.

Setting her jaw and holding the widow bite to your neck, Natasha glowered down at you and shook her head slightly. She can’t believe she almost let herself fall for the bullshit you were spewing. The way you held her, the way you spoke about her like she was some sort of heaven sent muse, it was all just trying to talk her into giving you what you wanted. She was a hero dammit, an avenger, someone who saved the world and arrested people like you for breakfast. She refused to let you get into her head again, first it was how fucking pitiful you looked in that cell, then it was the dance, and now it’s this shit. “It’s always some kind of game with you isn’t it?! Having a conversation, fighting, dancing, it’s all just some facade to get under people’s skin isn’t it?!” “Natasha what are you talki-“ “Shut. Up.” She pushed the electric blue metal into your jugular, her fingers itching dangerously on the triggers. “I’m tired of letting you play me, fucking tired of it Y/n. So quit pretending to be in love with me before I hit you with enough voltage to charge a car battery.” The quick shrinking of your pupils gave Natasha a concerning level of satisfaction. Your breathing was erratic, whether from panic or something else Natasha wasn’t completely sure. “Who is the woman you keep talking about. What does she have to do with this, with everything you've been doing all of these years.” You swallowed dryly, your eyes focused on her arm and your sense of touch focused on the sharp metal prodding the soft skin of your neck. “I wasn’t pretending t-“

Boy, when Natasha said she was going to pump you with enough electricity to power a car, she wasn’t kidding. For one second all you could hear was ringing, and all you could feel was your muscles rapidly contracting before the pain set in. The next second you could hear your screaming, and could see the cold emptiness in Natasha’s eyes. There was no mutual affection for you there, only anger and pain; but wasn’t that what love was for you? As she tazed you, you couldn’t help the bubbling laughter that came from your chest after the shocks subsided, confusion replacing the anger. Coughing, you couldn’t help but think about how you had manipulated so many through your words alone, it’s only natural that she’d do the same with a bit of dangerous incentive. It’s a shame she didn’t realize that you hadn’t tried to do the same to her. “Who is the woman Y/n.” Smiling lazily up at her, you couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she looked in the low lighting of the HYDRA base. “She is my first love, and I’m going to bring her back so that I can love her again.” Natasha’s brow twitched as she pushed her wrist into your throat yet again. “If you love her so much why don’t you say her name.” “Names have power araña, and I'd rather not waste the power of her’s until I can hold her in my arms again. Preferably until I can hold you both in my arms toge-“ Grunting at the next shock that coursed through you, you clenched your jaw and waited it out in an attempt at silence. With heaving breaths, you opened your eyes and leaned up shakily towards your aggressor. “Araña, if you’re going to keep this up I suggest you give me something to bite down on, preferably your shoulder.”

Natasha practically bristled like a cat, exclaiming out in exasperation before wrapping her hand around your throat, her teeth clenched painfully together as smoke began to wisp around your bodies. Closing her hand around your throat, she watched as your pupils dilated and your arms struggled against the limbs that trapped them. “Stop calling me that. I’m not one of your precious little brain-washed victims who follows your every beck and call.” Your mouth remained closed, your body stilled itself as you stared into Natasha’s eyes and listened to what she had to say, the water and acid in your stomach feeling as though it was freezing over as she leaned down into you. The fingers around your throat squeezed tighter, your breathing became labored, your mind screamed for escape against your heart’s overwhelming desire to stay and see where this went. Natasha’s eyes had hardened into mossy gems as they bore into you, her breath fanning across your face. “I don’t love you, get that through your fucking head. You’re a sick, depraved monster who deserves what’s going to come to them. Even if I could, I wouldn’t love you, especially after what I’ve seen you do.” Your body shook as she spoke, hot and cold clashing over your skin in wave after wave of agony, the simple waves growing into a tsunami as she finished speaking. Footsteps pounded down toward the two of you from the hall as Natasha’s weight left your body, leaving you stranded on the ground. “Just fucking leave Y/n. We both know that's what you were going to do at the end of this anyway.” Heat and grief rose into Natasha’s neck as you rose to the floor, tremors wracking throughout your body as you regained your footing. Your right arm hung limply at your side as your left reached into your pocket, a pistol being trained on you within seconds of the action. Slipping a small rectangle of paper from your pocket, you tossed it to the ground before Natasha’s feet, eyes dark as you stared at her gun. “If you decide that you can love me, that you can want to love me, or even that you’ve had enough of me and want me gone, that card has my information.”

Taking a step back, your body faded into smoke as the door to the room of corpses flew open, the star-spangled man entering the room to find a crouched widow looking back at him, physically unharmed and yet still staring at him with empty eyes. “Let's get back to the Quinjet. Tell Tony that I got a lead.” Steve’s brows furrowed as Natasha analyzed a small slip of paper, tapping his ear piece and turning around. “Alright Tones, time to bring her home.” He looked back at the spy before the two began to walk down the hall, unnerved by the flexing of her hands, by the still-active blue glow of her widow’s bites, by the silence of her steps as she strode beside him. He knew what this meant, practically everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D. did, so he kept quiet as the two left the bunker, the silence carrying on until the Quinjet lifted off, leaving their footprints in the snow of a freshly-made tomb.

Natasha’s words flew around your thoughts like a swarm of bees, your mind getting lost within the venom that they held as you teleported away. Your lack of focus forced your gift onto a sort of autopilot, dragging you to wherever it pleased; where it pleased happening to be a hill with a single tree that looked over a field of grass and flowers as they bathed in the starlight. Your eyes flitted around as your heart battered your rib cage, your palm reaching out to touch the rough bark of the tree as you sank down to your knees. Shaky fingers gripped the pendant and chain that usually rested beneath your shirt, tears running hot down your face as your forehead gently rested against the wood. The metal in your palm grew warm as pain shot up your injured arm from gripping at the overgrown grass, sobs wracking through your body into the cool night air. You were alone out here, you knew you were. There hadn’t been anyone here since the two of you on that sunny afternoon. The field was quiet as you kneeled before the tree, the very same tree that the two of you spent your afternoons rested under; the tree where she leaned her head on your shoulder, the tree you carved your initials into, the tree under which you learned of love. This tree is where your heart began to understand just why exactly it beated, and this tree is where you found yourself as your heart cracked and spewed out bloody emotion through your lungs and throat. Of course your subconscious brought you here, it's not like you had anywhere else to go. Maria was probably asleep and your new “home” is a less than ideal place to recuperate. You probably would have found a way to put a hole in the concrete pillars or break the porcelain off the edge of the tub you had found in one of the upper floors. Instead you ended up in the one place that you couldn’t destroy. The final sanctuary that you always came to rest in when everything became too much for you. Everything was the same as it had been the last time, from the claw marks and little spots of blood on the bark below carved initials to the ever so slightly singed base of the tree.

It hurt to breathe the air here, not because it was polluted or anything of that sort, but from the self perceived weight the air held within your lungs. The grass was soft under the pads of your fingers, perfuming the night air with enough sweet regret to cover the scent of sweat and electrical burn that radiated from your skin, it seemed to beckon you closer as you rested upon your knees before that great heartbroken oak. Reaching up, you gingerly ran your fingers across the jaggedly carved heart that stood proudly above your head, tattooed onto the flesh of the oak for all to see until the end of time. You wanted it gone, maybe then being here wouldn't feel like someone was stepping on your windpipe, maybe then you wouldn’t be haunted by the echoes of her laughter and her voice and how she looked at you with so much care, it made you feel as though you were the most loved person in all of the world, maybe then you could finally move on and find it within yourself to love another as much as you loved her. You wanted it gone, but you would rather fucking die than bring a blade within an inch of the messily rendered heart. The touch of the wood should burn your skin away, for the sight of the carving was far too holy for a wretch like you to be able to lay claim to. Angels should descend from heaven to smite you for even thinking of such a hallowed place, choirs should sing praises of the sweet grass and proud oak, preachers should give testimony to the consecrated soil that your knees rested on and dug into. This tree, upon this hill, overlooking this field should be a holy site, it deserved such an honor according to both your heart and your mind. Instead all it had was you, the very person who had turned the site into a wide open tomb, the very person who committed the very deicide that stained the hill in sin. Your breath came in stuttering hiccups as you rested your head against the hallowed oak, tears burning hot tracks down your skin. Your body shook, pain shooting up your shoulder as your weight shifted forward, hand dropping from the wood to the earth, clenching handfuls of corrupted earth despite the ache in your bones.

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry,” you sunk further into the ground as you spoke, your voice choked with tears and a certain tightness of your throat, “Its all my fault, I.. I know it is, mi vida, I know. I should’ve said no to you, maybe then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Laughing softly, you carefully removed the chain and pendant from your neck, staring at the small crystal that usually hung around your throat. It burned as it rested in your palm. “I know you aren’t mad at me for that, you’ve told me this before… but I can’t help but wonder how we would’ve been if that day had gone differently, if we had just returned home when we had planned instead of playing with a power neither of us had a handle on… Maybe you and I would’ve been happy together still,” you shifted to rest your back against the tree, the warmth of the crystal practically burning a hole into your palm, “maybe you would’ve gone on to design buildings, like how you wanted to. I think I might’ve become a…” You furrowed your eyebrows at the train of thought, wracking your brain for any possible path for yourself other than the one you had taken. “It doesn’t matter what I would’ve become, I know you would’ve loved me no matter the road, I know you love me even now. You know, despite how calmly I’m speaking, my shoulder hurts a lot. Ara- Natasha really did a number on it.” You chuckled yet again, your head hanging over your knees to look at your beloved crystal. “You would’ve loved her, mi vida, she’s everything you wanted in a person that I wasn’t. She's strong, and intelligent, and so beautiful she would make the stars dimmer simply by standing in their light, more than that though, she’s kind. You should’ve seen it… that sorry look she got when she saw me in my cell, how much emotion was in her eyes when we danced together…” Clenching your fingers around the shard, you felt the warmth spread out through your hand, your fingers tingling from the sensation. “If you were here instead of me, I’m sure Natasha wouldn’t have said what she had. Then again, maybe I’m just being a fool.” The night air chilled you to the bone as you sat with your late lover, smoke swirling around you as you prepared to venture back to your temporary home.

Your heart still ached alongside your body, but you felt a sense of catharsis as you returned. The burn in your hand was better than any drug you had known, the tingling of your hand offered sweet release. You knew that your lover was with you at that hallowed ground, of course she was. The crystal had been burning bright in your palm as you spoke, and she always glowed when she was listening.

Wanda thought Natasha was insane when she had proposed her plan, but apparently she was the only one who was concerned as Steve thought it was an excellent idea, and Stark didn’t have any objections despite having been on the missions with the spy and the super soldier. “I’m sorry Nat, but you want to go to the home of the person who has murdered hundreds of innocent people and what? Play house?! Hope to get some information on them? What are you trying to get out of this?!" Steve shot a disapproving look at Wanda for her outburst, but she knew he understood; all his psyche was giving off was worry and hesitation. Bruce felt the same way, but when didn’t he, the only one who really seemed gung ho for this idea aside from Natasha was Tony. His thirst for knowledge always seemed to eclipse his care towards the safety of others, it made Wanda’s jaw clench in fury. The captain was the next to speak, his tone the usual mix of in charge and courteous that gently dominated any room he had to present to. “Wanda, I’m sure Natasha understands the risks and concerns surrounding the infiltration, but I believe she’s more than ready for something like this. Not only that, but Natasha seems to be the only one who can be in a room with the Nightcrawler and not come out harmed either physically or mentally. It's a calculated risk on her part.” Natasha nodded in agreement, her arms crossed over her chest in that stupid, stoic way that she did when she felt as if something was inevitable. “With all due respect Maximoff, there is nothing in this plan that is different than a standard undercover mission that S.H.I.E.L.D. gives to field agents.” Wanda could feel her lip twitching, her hands resisting the urge to twist the silver rings that adorned her fingers. “Field agents don’t try to go and live with a violent psychopath, and field agents sure as hell don’t try to live with the same person who tried to rip out Captain America’s stomach.” Natasha looked frozen in time with how still she stood, eyes narrowed into the bone chilling glare so many had resented being at the end of. It practically straightened Wanda’s spine, her heart dropping with her stomach to the tile floor beneath them. “It wasn’t his stomach.. The intrusion was closer to his-” Steve’s eyes met Bruce’s, shaking his head softly at the scientist, his voice soft as he breathed out a quiet ‘Not the time Banner.’ “I’m going on the mission, Maximoff. It’s already been cleared with the higher ups, I leave tomorrow.” Cold green eyes scanned the boardroom, daring anyone else to challenge the spy’s skill and authority, practically begging for Bruce or Tony to agree with the young witch.

The rest of the meeting was a muddled blur to Wanda, her brain much more focused on things other than statistics and damage reports; who cared about damages when you could just fix them with magic after all. Instead, the witch was focused on Natasha’s impending departure and absence. Instead, she was focused on how to keep Natasha safe during her leave, on how she could find the exact location of the spies soon to be whereabouts that she had oh so carefully left out of the team briefing, on what she should do when she ends up being right about you and the dangers that surrounded staying with you. Instead of focusing on Steve’s droning on about damage control she thought about your weaknesses. Instead of listening to Tony’s short presentation about potential equipment upgrades he would be making, she thought about how best to corner and subdue you. Instead of paying attention to the cold contempt within Natasha’s eyes whenever they met glances, Wanda thought about how relieved she would be when you were finally dead; especially when you were dead by her hand.

#dark!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #you dont love her #the reader has feelings #trauma #heartbreak #combat #emotional betrayal #bad plans #sites of death #backstory #the reader needs a hug #murderous wanda #enemies to lovers #slow burn

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Spent the past two days de-roaching my apartment. Literally all I want to do is write and work on my blog but I’m exhausted.

Oh, and I also had a migraine and am currently in the post-migraine hangover so I’m skipping my acting class because I can’t focus/function/live rn

#I just need wanda to hug me and tell me it’ll be okay #I’m on the verge of a breakdown #like I just want to go home #I’m so tired #and I miss my cats

[katethewriter]

the petty part of me doesn't want wanda to have a happy ending tbh... i wish that they stayed separated for a LONG(er) time before (maybe) getting back together.

Awww, but she’s sorry 🥺

Honestly, I get that. I think there’s at least a year’s gap between Natasha leaving and then Wanda doing what she do, maybe more. She’s been wallowing a while

#askkate #last wish #Wanda needs a hug #Wanda Maximoff Apologist