#yandere wanda maximoff x autistic!reader

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Yandere Mom!Wanda trying to kidnap Reader from another universe, because she misses her baby pleaseeee

I love that!

Baby Mine (Yandere Mom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader) (Potential MoM spoilers ahead! Read at your own discretion!)

*Not my GIF

Summary: Wanda had long accepted that she wouldn't be able to get her children back, yet she refused to accept having no one to love.

You had long accepted that you would always be the outcast of your family, yet you refused to accept that there was no hope.

What happens when she spies you whilst viewing other universes?

(CW: Potential ableism, (I'd like to make it autistic and non-autistic inclusive if I can. It could be read as the reader being autistic, having severe trauma, or both because quite a few trauma symptoms overlap with some autism symptoms) self-harm, abuse, yelling, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, MoM spoilers, (sorry, I forgot to put this as a content warning, please don’t hate me am fragile nugget)

Author's Note: Someone wrote a reply to my "Wanda's your next door neighbor" imagine that they "totally haven't reread it a concerning amount of times." And it makes me realize just how many of us use fanfics to fill the voids in our lives....(fuck, now I'm tearing up) So while yandere fics aren't usually supposed to be a good thing, I think taking the reader from an abusive family to give them the love they deserve may be the exception.

I'm also bringing in another character or two.

“Baby mine, don't you cry Baby mine, dry your eyes Rest your head close to my heart Never to part, baby of mine.”

Wanda wakes up in her little cabin, alone as always. Her face is stained with tear tracks. Billy and Tommy had appeared in her dreams again, and while she missed them terribly, she'd given up her search.

"Know that they'll be loved..."

She knows.....yet it doesn't fill the hole in her heart.

After spending some more time in bed, she gets up and gets dressed before making herself some tea with her breakfast. Everyday just seems to drag on now that she's resigned herself to this fate. And yet, there's still this little spark of hope that she may find something or someone to love, someone that she won't lose.

With that little spark of hope, she goes about her day until she decides to use some magic to view other universes. It's not necessarily dream-walking, it's more like just being an observer without leaving the universe you're in.

For some time, she comes up empty-handed. But suddenly, she spies....someone.

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"Ah!"

You cry out as your mother confronts you with your report card.

"What is this?" she snaps, practically punching it with her finger.

You look to see that B+ in Science, sticking out of the sea of As like a sore thumb.

"It's....it's a B+," you say.

"Yeah, a B+."

"It's.....it's still passing...." you defend weakly.

"It's barely passing!" she snaps. "You're not applying yourself. You need to stop being so lazy and actually try for once in your life!"

"But....but I--"

"SHUT UP!"

You wince as her voice punches your ear drums.

"I didn't raise you to be a lazy brat! Are you even studying?"

"I-I am....but I still don't understand--"

"I don't want to hear your excuses."

She huffs.

"I give you a roof over your head, clothes to wear, food to eat, and all I ask is for you to do well in school and help out around the house. I don't think that's too much to ask, but how do you repay me? By sitting on your ass all day doing fuck-all! Do you know how hard I work to raise you all by myself?! And where were you?! You didn't come home on the normal bus!"

"I-I was staying back to get help for Science," you reply meekly.

"Liar!" Your mother snaps. "You were out with some punks, weren't you?"

"No! I wasn't, I promise."

"Likely story."

Suddenly your mother pinches down on your ear and yanks you up to your room.

"Ungrateful, useless brat! Stop that whimpering or else I'll give you something to cry about."

She drags you to your bedroom and pushes you inside to the ground before throwing your backpack at you as well, hitting you in the back. The textbook corner in your backpack hammers on your spine and you wince.

"Stay in here and study, you stupid bitch."

She loudly slams the door shut before you hear a click. She's locked you in. After a few minutes, you sit up weakly and sit on your floor. The tears fall silently as you bite down on your arm.

"Every day...." you squeak as you rock on the floor. "Every day I hope for someone to take me away from this hell hole....I don't know how much longer I can take this....someone....please help me...."

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Wanda's heart breaks and the tears fall down her face at the sight of you. A poor, sweet child who wants to love and be loved only for that wretched woman to degrade and abuse you. She doesn't deserve you. In that moment, Wanda's mind is made up. But unfortunately you're in another universe.

She'll need to call in some back-up. And she knows just who to summon.

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America Chavez has her eyes on a fellow sorceress in Kamar Taj, distracting her from her studies. Her heart flutters at the girl's smile, her stomach fills with butterflies at the song that is her laugh. And this is the first time she's actually felt a bit shy, something completely new to her. She's never been shy.

But today's the day she's gonna talk to her.

"Okay, America," she whispers to herself. "You can do this. Just go up to her and start a conversation. It's not that complicated."

She takes a deep breath before approaching her.

"Um, hey," she says, trying her damnedest to push down her nerves. "I....I've seen you in lessons before and, uh, I'm-I'm America Chavez."

The girl smiles at America.

"Oh yeah, I've seen you too. I'm Titania Phillips, like the fairy queen in A Midsummer Night's Dream."

The two of them just stand there for a bit in silence.

"Say something, America!" her mind snaps at her. "You can do this."

"So, uh," she begins. "Do you like.....stuff?"

Titania giggles.

"Yes, I do in fact like stuff. What sort of stuff are you referring to?"

"Girls?"

It just....bursts out of America's mouth, causing her cheeks to turn scarlet.

"Oh, you're lesbian too?" Titania asks. "I thought it was just me."

"Score!" America squeals internally as she nods. "Okay, now just ask her if she wants to eat lunch or something."

"Umm...." Titania says. "You can stop nodding."

America realizes that she's become a human bobble head and grasps the sides of her head to stop herself.

"Sorry," she chuckles. "So, um, you maybe wanna get lunch or some--?"

Her words are cut off by a grip on her mind. A few seconds later, she finds herself in an unfamiliar house. Something closes behind her and she turns around just in time to see a star-shaped portal close completely.

"Seriously?!" she exclaims.

"America."

A voice hits her ears, one she hasn't heard in a while. She turns to see the last person she'd expect to see.

"W-Wanda?!" she exclaims. "I-I thought you---."

The Scarlet Witch chuckles bitterly.

"You really think it’d happen so easily?"

America blinks a bit.

"What even happened?" she asks. "I was trying to talk to a girl in Kamar Taj."

"And how was that going for you?" Wanda asks, almost knowingly.

"....I was dorky as hell," the teen lesbian mumbles under her breath, glancing down at the floor.

Hearing this Wanda giggles.

"Don’t worry, you’ll get more confident around her. Maybe she'll even be your first kiss."

"Okay, pushing my love life aside, how and why did you bring me here?"

"I had to take control of you for a moment, make you summon a portal to me."

"You...you're not gonna....are you?" America begins to panic.

"No, I'm not," Wanda assures her. "I brought you here in desperate need of your assistance."

"With....what?"

Wanda takes a deep breath.

"Follow me."

She takes America to her universe-viewing room and conjures up what she saw earlier.

"I found a child."

"I thought you gave up on finding the twins."

"I have," she confirms. "But this one's different. Take a look."

She replays the footage and America feels her heart break.

"Holy shit...." she gasps. "What kind of monster treats a kid like that?!"

"Apparently that child's mother. They're in another universe, though. That's where you come in. I need you to make a portal to their universe."

"You're taking them from their family?!"

Wanda nods.

"It's for the best. No child deserves that sort of barbaric and cruel treatment."

Hearing this, the teen is torn. On one hand, she saw how you were being treated, but on the other hand, that's your family. And yet she heard you say how it's an every day occurrence. She can only imagine how little you have to hang onto.

With this thought in mind, she nods.

"Okay, I'll help you. When should we go get them?"

"When it's nighttime in their universe," Wanda answers. "I'll need for you to just wait around a few hours."

"But...Titania..." she whimpers.

"You can talk to her all you like when this is over. Now would you like me to make you some tea?"

"Um....I'm good, thanks." America shivers at the memory.

"I'm really gonna need therapy for that."

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It's now 12 am in your universe and your eyes are stinging from all of the studying, but you're so scared that your mother is gonna burst into the room and yell at you some more. And yet....you feel like that's what you deserve.

You hear your stomach grumble and feel the immense ache. You didn't get dinner that evening. How could you when your momster locked you in your own bedroom?

"What's the point?" you sigh as you throw down your textbook, not realizing how loud it is. "I'm never gonna be good enough....I should just sleep on it."

You put on some worn and scratchy PJs and get ready to tuck yourself in your uncomfortable bed when you hear the click of the lock. You begin to panic as the door slams open loudly.

"What are you doing?!" Your mother snaps. "I didn't tell you you could stop studying."

"I need sleep," you tell her.

"Don't you dare talk back to me!"

"But--"

"I said don't talk back!"

You put your hands over your ears and begin rocking, scrunching your eyes shut. Not a moment later, your hands are yanked away from your ears and pinned down.

"Don't you dare ignore me! Look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you, you worthless mistake!"

Pinning down both hands with one, she raises her free hand, ready to smack you. You can't take this anymore and at that moment, you scream out in agony.

"SOMEBODY SAVE ME PLEASE!"

All of a sudden, your mom lets go of your hand and you hear her cry out before a loud bang reaches your ears. You open your eyes to see your mom on the floor with her back against the wall.

"Get your hands off of that child." A voice you don't recognize, one with an accent, growls at her.

Your mother is too stunned to speak. You look over to see a woman with red hair in a red and black outfit. Next to her is a girl with black hair wearing a denim jacket. The red-haired woman nods to the girl and the girl approaches you while the red-haired woman goes over to your mom.

"C'mon," she tells you. "We're here to get you out of here."

You're extremely hesitant, but the girl insists.

"We're not gonna hurt you, we promise."

All of a sudden, you hear your mother scream in fear. Looking over, you only just see her eyes glow red before she curls up in the fetal position in fear. The red-haired woman approaches you.

"It’s going to be alright, sweetie," she tells you. "We promise we won't hurt you."

You're still very hesitant and the red-haired woman sighs, as if she knew this was how you would react, but it's not in an impatient way. All of a sudden, a red wisp seems to emerge from her hand and enters through your ear. You see a brief flash of red before you fall asleep.

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The first thing you notice when you come to is softness. Softness all around you.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself somewhere unfamiliar and you get a bit anxious.

"Hey, it's okay, sweetie."

You hear a gentle voice near you. Looking up, you see the red-haired woman sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. She’s now in casual clothes. You panic a bit.

"Please...don't hurt me..." you whimper.

"I would never hurt you," she assures you. "Never."

She reaches out her hand to you and you flinch.

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” she says to you softly.

“Are....are you gonna hit me?” you stammer.

“Never,” she tells you. “I promise I will never hit you.”

You’re silent for a bit, tentatively taking ahold of her hand after several minutes. She gently rubs the back of yours with her thumb.

“Where....where am I?” you ask.

“You’re in my house,” she tells you.

“How did I get here?”

“It’s a long story.”

“And why am I here?”

You hear her sigh again. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper.

“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetie,” she assures you. “It’s just, it’s difficult to explain without startling you. The important thing is that I brought you here because I heard your pleas to be taken away from that place. No child should ever be treated like that. You deserve love and kindness.”

“N-no I don’t.”

“....I know it’s difficult to believe considering how long the abuse has been happening for, but I promise it’s true. You deserve to be loved, and that’s why you’re here. I want to be your mother.”

You hear this and you’re in disbelief.

“H-huh? Is...is this a dream?” you ask.

She smiles softly.

“No, it’s not a dream. It’s very real, sweetie. I truly want to be your mother. I want to love you and take care of you.”

Your eyes begin to water.

“I....I don’t have to go back there, right?”

She shakes her head.

“No, never. This is your home now, you’ll always be loved here.”

You let a small squeak escape your throat and your lip quivers before you weep. You lean forward and hug your new mother.

“Thank you....” you cry, feeling a wave of relief. “Thank you....mom...”

It feels odd, and yet comforting, to say that.

She hugs you in return and rubs your back gently.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Just let it out. It’s okay to cry,” she assures you. “I’m here. Mommy’s here.”

Her love for you grows the longer you two hug. It’s been so long since she’s had someone to care for, and now she has you. You’ve given her a reason to keep going, just by being with her. You truly are a sweet child, now her sweet child; so loving and kind and hopeful.

And Wanda wants nothing more than for you to stay that way.

See....what you don’t know is that you aren’t the only person/thing Wanda had America help retrieve. Unbeknownst to her, Wanda had her retrieve an extremely-powerful elixir; a single dose stops aging, assures complete immortality, and fully protects from all deadly diseases and injuries. She injected a dose into you while you were asleep before injecting herself with a dose. 

Not only that, but she’s also placed a barrier around the island. Just enough for you to explore, but not stray so far from her. On top of that, she’s placed an enchantment on America and made sure to disguise it, in case Strange and Wong notice something’s up; it’s to summon her back in case she needs something for you. She’s not going to take her powers, no, but she still wants to make sure that she has what she needs to take care of you.

Yes, you; her precious child.

She won’t let anything or anyone hurt you.

All you’ll know is love from now on.

And no one will ever take you away from her.

She’s made certain of that....

“From your head to your toes (Baby mine) You're so sweet, goodness knows (Baby mine) You are so precious to me Cute as can be Baby of mine Baby mine Baby mine.”

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[kaylinlmao]

The Black Phone Masterlist

Fluff - 💜 Angst - 💔 Yandere - °

Fight PT 1°

Fight PT 2°

Fight PT 3°

Fight PT 4°

Fight PT 5°

Fight PT 6°

Fight PT 7°

Fight PT 8°

Fight PT 9°

How the TBP boys would react to knowing they were responsible for your death°💔

Yandere!Bruce Headcannons°

Yandere!Bruce x Clingy/Affectionate Reader x Yandere!Vance°

Yandere!Finney x Reader x Yandere!Robin Headcannons°

Yandere!Robin x Reader x Yandere!Finney PT 2°

How the TBP boys would react to you rejecting them°

How the TBP boys would hold your hand 💜

How the TBP boys would react to someone sexually harassing you°

Yandere!Vance x Reader°

Dancing in the rain with Bruce Yamada 💜

How the TBP boys would celebrate your birthday with you 💜

Finney x Robin x Reader who is getting bullied by some girls who like Finney and Robin°

TBP boys x Wednesday!Reader

TBP boys x Birthday Girl!Reader°

TBP boys x Autistic!Reader°

How the TBP boys would react to meeting your homophobic parents°

TBP Boys + Gwen x Adoptive Parent Reader°

TBP boys x sweethearted but uninterested Reader°

Yandere!Finney Headcannons°

TBP boys x Reader Imagine°

TBP boys x Reader who loves PDA°

TBP boys x Reader Imagine° (One of my faves)

TBP boys x Reader who used to be their friend but became a bitchy cheerleader°

TBP boys x Reader who struggles with social anxiety and depression°

TBP boys x Reader with a dark past and trauma°

TBP + Gwen x Adoptive Mother Reader who has Wanda Maximoff's powers°

TBP boys x Reader who sees their psychotic tendencies as a game°

Finney x Reader 💔

Finney x Reader PT 2 💔

TBP boys x Oblivious!Reader°

TBP boys x Reader with the powers of the Scarlet Witch°

TBP boys x Band Kid/Singer!Reader°

TBP boys x Baker/Artist!Reader💜

How the TBP boys would react to finding out someone that has a crush on them is bullying you°

TBP boys x Reader who is way better at fighting than them°

Finney x Reader who practices witchcraft and can fake a British accent really well 💜

TBP boys x Reader who is creeped out by them°

TBP boys x Reader who has a preference for yandere°

TBP boys x Reader who is only in love with Robin°

TBP boys x Clingy!Reader°

Vance x Enby!Punk!Reader 💜

How the TBP boys would react to them breaking you°

TBP boys x Reader who is really good at parkour°

TBP boys x Reader who is really good at parkour PT 2°

Vance x Reader 💜💔

Robin x Reader 💔💜

TBP boys x Reader with healing powers°

TBP boys x Reader with healing powers PT 2°

Brance on a picnic date💜

Bruce who wants to hang with your cat more than you💜

How the TBP boys would manipulate you°

TBP boys x Universe!Traveling!Reader°

TBP boys fluff headcannons💜

TBP boys x Reader who is on her period💜

Robin x Reader: Childhood Friends to Lovers💜

TBP boys x Sarcastic!Telekinetic!Reader°

Robin x Reader x Finney: Childhood Friends to Lovers💜

Vance Fluff Headcannons💜

Yandere!Robin Headcannons°

Reader escapes but meets them 5 years later°

PT 2 PT 3 of the 5 years later

Version 2 to the one above°

TBP boys x Wanda Maximoff Powers!Reader who lashes out at them°

PT 2 to the one above°

Finney x Reader💔💜

Robin x Gender Neutral Reader💜

TBP boys x Demigod!Reader°

PT 2°

Yandere!Vance Headcannons°

TBP boys x Reader Headcannons°

PT 2 to the one above°

PT 3 to the one above°

Yandere!Vance x Reader x Yandere!Bruce Headcannons°

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[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Forged in the Dark, Blessed by the Light (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Scarlet Witch x autistic!reader)

*Not my GIF, but look at that focus. And that sadness.....

Summary: You never quite understood the Scarlet Witch. Try as you might to put yourself in her shoes, your autism makes it difficult. One thing you especially don’t understand is you. You know that Wanda’s completely in love with you, but what does the Scarlet Witch think of you? Well, the only way to find out is ask. I mean, what could go wrong?

(CW: Social skills classes mention, sensory overload mention, hypnosis/mind control)

Author’s Note: People seem to have made the Scarlet Witch and Wanda into two separate beings in fics, sort of. So....I guess I wanted to play with that concept a bit. Should I do more fics with the Scarlet Witch?

kochannia: darling

You’ve lost count of the days since she’s brought you to the cabin. 

Not that you entirely mind. It’s quiet, peaceful, there aren’t too many opportunities for sensory overload. You just.....wish you could go further than beyond the cabin.

The sky is now a deep-crimson after she took the Darkhold. It’s a little worrying to you just how often she spends her time around it. Her fingers have become charred and she seems to be a bit more.....morally-ambiguous.

But it’s not her.

It’s the Scarlet Witch.

You were terrified when you found out she existed. Not because of her power, but.....what if she didn’t like you like Wanda did? What if she hated you? Fortunately, and unfortunately, she’s never given an opinion of you. 

“(Y/N)?”

A voice stirs you from your thoughts.

“Oh! W-Wanda,” you stammer. 

“Is something bothering you, kochannia?” Wanda asks you gently as she gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“No, not at all,” you lie, blushing.

But Wanda can see right through you, and so can the Scarlet Witch, who emerges in muted anger.

“Don’t lie to me,” she orders, her voice dropping down a few notes, making you tremble.

“Okay, okay,” you whimper. “I-I.....I was wondering about....the Scarlet Witch.....what she thinks about......about.....”

The Scarlet Witch tilts her head curiously.

“What about?”

“About.....me.”

There’s an interlude of silence as you stare at one another. You’re terrified out of your mind. You’ve never asked her something like this, and you don’t know if she’ll take questions like this well. But finally she breaks the silence.

“You’ve wanted to know for a while now, haven’t you?”

It’s not really a question.

You nod.

“I see....”

“It’s just....I dunno if you and Wanda share the same views. I love her a lot and I respect you tremendously. But.....I’m worried that you don’t feel the same way about me that she does.”

The Scarlet Witch stews silently in thought for a bit.

“Mortal behavior has always puzzled me.”

If that ain’t a mood....

“Why do you seek approval from all you come across, except for yourself?”

You gulp.

“It....it was kind of drilled into me.....in my social skills classes....”

“Social skills classes?”

You nod.

“I’m autistic, Autism Spectrum Disorder.....so social communication doesn’t make much sense to me.....it’s difficult to grasp.....and they tried to drill it into me, and taught me I had to be what others wanted, not what I am.....”

“Ah yes.....Wanda told me.....”

There’s a bit of silence.

“Why though?”

“Why what?”

“Why would they try to make you be someone you’re not?”

You sigh and shrug.

“I guess.....they’re afraid of what they don’t understand.....”

“As you feared me when I first emerged?”

You shake your head.

“I was afraid you would try to force Wanda and I apart.....but that doesn’t seem to be the case, so.....what do you think of me?”

The Scarlet Witch sits in thought for a bit before answering.

“I think of you as.....a beacon.....” she begins. “A beacon of light for a being forged in darkness.....I’ve seen how you treat Wanda and you bring her much joy. And the fact that you did not fear me as an entity, but instead you feared that you would be forced away from your beloved due to my view of you......”

Suddenly you feel a yank and soon find yourself in the Scarlet Witch’s embrace.

“It gives me a feeling of.....yearning.....longing.....longing for you to bring me joy....”

She pets your head.

“Yes.....I see now why she covets you so.....I see now why she refuses to let you go.....it all makes sense.....”

Her grip on you tightens. 

“And now.....you will be mine as well, (y/n).” 

You begin to feel a pit in your stomach as she starts to cast an assortment of spells on the cabin. 

“My eternal beacon....”

Locks begin to click all around and you feel something bind you to this cabin, to her.

“My eternal light.....”

Wisps of scarlet are sent into your mind and you find yourself falling into a deep sleep. Your mind completely opens up to her words. It’s too late for you to take it all back.....

“My eternal beloved...”

#yandere scarlet witch #yandere scarlet witch x reader #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic!reader #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #marvel #avengers #yandere avengers #yandere marvel

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Imagine: The Scarlet Witch invades your city in search of her children, but you react differently to her. (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Scarlet Witch x autistic!fem!reader)

Summary: Everyone's made fun of you. Bullied you. Abused you. You don't really think like others. It's just how your brain was wired. By this point, you didn't think much good could come from it.

But that may just capture the heart of a powerful witch.

(CW: Mention of bullying/isolation, hypnosis)

Author’s Note: My laptop is really starting to break down, just like me mentally and emotionally. 

A loud set of screams interrupts your quiet time in your first-floor apartment, startling you.

Looking outside your window, you see people running away from something, including some of those who’ve bullied you for your autism. (which is a bit satisfying to see, you won’t lie)

“What’s going on?” you wonder aloud.

That’s what you see them, following the scared crowd; it’s a figure decked out in a dark red outfit.

“That’s what everyone’s afraid of?” You’re confused as fuck, so you decide to go outside to check out the scene. As you get closer, you can make out the figure more clearly; a woman with long hair that seems to be made of fire. Her hands are glowing with a scarlet aura. It’s....actually a bit relaxing to look at and you find yourself entranced by its smooth movements; it’s like it’s performing a ballet. Slowly you find yourself getting closer, staying fixated on the aura.

“Wow....” you gasp as you approach her hand.

“What are you doing?”

A voice nearby snaps you from your trance. You look up to see the woman with a hardened expression.

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “I was just fixated on that glow in your hand. It’s beautiful, and honestly kinda calming as well.”

The hardened expression softens a bit.

“....You’re not running from me,” she notes.

“Why would I be?” you ask. “You don’t scare me.”

Her expression turns back to stone and her head tilts.

“Is that a challenge?” An Eastern European accent appears in her voice.

“No,” you say matter-of-factly. “I just don’t feel afraid of you. You’re not causing any trouble, you’re just....here existing.”

The tilt retracts and her anger turns into a mixture of confusion and fascination.

“You’re a very odd girl,” she notes.

You shrug.

“Comes with the ‘tisms.”

“The what?”

“Oh, I’m autistic. My mind is.....well, it’s different from other people’s brains.”

“I see....”

“Yep,” you nod. “Kinda got bullied and isolated for it. A lot. Still do. I....basically have no friends.”

“Why would they bully you?”

You shrug.

“I guess they’re afraid of what they don’t understand, you know?”

At that moment, her expression softens almost completely.

“Yes.....” she says quietly. “I do know....”

In her mind, something switches. Here you are, a fellow misunderstood soul, with not even a single companion. Someone who’s not afraid of her, someone who didn’t immediately run when you saw her, but rather....you were fascinated by her. She can’t remember the last time she’s met someone who didn’t fear her or treat her like a criminal.

“You’re really pretty too, you know.” Your compliment both jolts her from her thoughts and solidifies her decision. There’s no way she’s leaving you here. Her heart is pounding furiously and she comes up with an idea.

“Would you like to see some more of my aura?” she asks.

You nod eagerly.

“Please? Those screams I heard earlier kinda stressed me out.”

She gives a smile and moves her hands to conjure more in front of your face. Her hand movements begin to fascinate you as well.

“Holy shit, that’s beautiful,” you whisper, your eyes widening in awe. “It’s like your fingers are dancing.”

You begin to find yourself hyperfixating on the magic and on her hands, just as she hoped you would. Soft whispers invade your mind, but you’re unable to make out what they’re saying, nor do you really care about what they’re saying. Slowly your eyes gloss over as the hands and magic play over and over again in your mind.

You almost fall down on the road, but the Scarlet Witch catches you and sweeps you up bridal style, holding you close and protectively.

“Sweet, sweet girl....my sweet, sweet girl,” she whispers as she flies away with you. 

“You’ll never be hurt or unloved ever again....”

#yandere wanda maximoff x fem!reader #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic reader #autistic!reader #autistic reader #actually autistic #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #yandere #marvel #Avengers #yandere avengers #yandere marvel

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Forever Home (Yandere!Platonic!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Platonic!Scarlet Witch x female!autistic!chaos magic user!ADHD!young adult!reader)

Summary: Your desperate escape attempt from a superwitch seems to come to a standstill thanks to two of your greatest enemies; guilt and splinters.

(CW: Injury, sensory overload, endless house, idk what else, being trapped I guess?)

Author’s Note: There aren’t enough platonic fics.

The house seems endless as you rush through it, trying to find a way out, though you have no doubt that that’s intentional.

Your heart’s beating like mad as you slide around every corner, trying to hide. The anxiety is palpable for you; at only 24, you’re being hunted down, but not by the law. Instead it’s by a woman who’s deemed you her little sister; and to make matters worse, said woman has powerful magic and is corrupted by an evil book.

A case of the Mondays, am I right?

Everything seems too loud to you; your bare feet on the floor, (as you decided to try to leave without your shoes so that they wouldn't make too much noise) your hyperventilating, even the tears seem to have sound now. You need to find somewhere to hide, someplace dark or at least dim, someplace away from your guilt.

Soon you spy a door left open, you don’t even think twice before rushing inside and shutting it. You keep going, rushing down a flight of stairs; your hair only adds to the sensory overload as it brushes against your face and even sticks to it from the tears.

“When I said I wanted someone to take care of me and help me train this new fucking magic that just appeared out of nowhere, this is not what I mean,” you pant as you look around for a place to hide.

That’s another advantage she has over you; she knows her magic, you don’t know yours.

You dash inside of a nearby closet, shut the door, crawl as far back as you can, hide behind a wall of stuff, and sit on the floor, rocking back and forth; the lump in your throat is difficult to get rid of. You feel guilty for trying to leave her, but you also don’t like losing your freedom. You’ve been so scared to tell her, though.

Your stomach churns as you try not to cry out. She gets more protective of you when you cry and if she finds you and sees you with tears in your eyes, she’ll never leave your side. Oh, God.....why did she have to see all of those fucking memories? Yeah, your inner child might be bruised up, but there’s therapy for that, right?

Suddenly you hear footsteps and your brain freezes up. Part of you wants to rush into her arms and cry, but the logical part of you is telling you to keep your fucking mouth shut. But you feel so sick, partially from running, partially from guilt, partially from fear. And then you feel a sort of tickling on your bare feet, but also some pain.

Feeling over your feet, you realize that they’re covered in splinters. Wincing, you try to pull them out yourself, but suddenly the splinter somehow transfers to your thumb, getting in it fairly well.

And that’s when the cup spills over.

You cry out the loudest you ever have, the sound almost shaking the closet. Immediately the door opens and in rushes the person who’s been pursuing you.

“Little sister!”

Wanda kneels next to you, using her magic as a light source. As if on instinct, you practically rush into her, grappling onto her as you weep. She hugs you in return, rubbing your back.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you whimper over and over again.

Wanda gently shushes you.

“It’s alright,” she assures you. “I’m just glad you’re safe, little sister.”

“M-my feets and thumb....they huwt,” you sniffle, feeling like a scared child.

“I know, those splinters....they’re big meanies, huh?” she asks.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get those pulled out. And then we can cuddle. Would you like that, little sister?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Standing up, still hugging you and rubbing your back, Wanda gently flies out of the room with you. It was honestly a stroke of luck that she found you. If those splinters weren’t there, she might’ve not been able to find you.

She brings you to your shared bedroom and places you on your bed.

“Why did you try to run away, anyhow?” she asks you.

“I’m scared of losing my freedom,” you confess.

Wanda’s heart melts; she knows that you’re being honest, having major trouble with lies and telling them. Well, except when you’re fine, she knows you sometimes lie about that, but you don’t lie to her out of malice. She gives you your stuffed unicorn.

“This is gonna hurt a little, okay?” she warns you.

“A-are you mad at me?” you whimper as she begins to use her magic to pull out the splinters, starting with the thumb one.

She waits until she pulls out the splinter she’s currently working on to answer.

“No, I’m not mad, little sister,” she confesses gently as she continues to pull them out. “I know that all of this is such a sudden change, but I want to help you feel at home here. I’m glad that you were honest with me about why you tried to run off as well. But I promise that I’ll open up more of this place to you once you’ve adjusted here. I don’t want to overwhelm you with so many changes all at once.”

“But....what about my freedom in the world out there?” you ask innocently.

Wanda pauses for a moment before getting up and sitting on the bed next to you; gently she pets your head.

“You don’t need that world,” she tells you. “It’s not a world that an angel like you belongs in, a world that doesn’t deserve you. All it’s done is hurt you, just because of who you are. But I won't. No, I love you as you are, little sister, and I always will.”

Hearing this, you smile. You don’t care anymore that she’s found you. She’ll be able to protect you and love you. You won’t have to worry about being alone anymore.

“I love you, big sis,” you sniffle as you lean in and hug her.

She smiles.

“I love you too, little sister,” she replies before doing a little quick spell, one that you don’t notice. She lets go after a bit. “Now let’s finish getting those mean old splinters out.”

She manages to get the rest of them out and disinfect both your foot and thumb before bandaging them up. The two of you cuddle as you watch The Dick Van Dyke Show, with you being completely unaware that the spell Wanda cast, as one of the main parts of it, made it so that you’ll never be able to leave this place. It will always morph so that any future escape attempts will lead right back to her or, if she’s out getting groceries or something, back to the bedroom you both share. It also stopped both of you from aging and also assured immortality, so that you two can be a family even beyond the end of time.

After all, this is your forever home.

And your big sister is ready and willing to make sure that that fact sticks in your head.

“I’m all that you need, little sister...”

#platonic yandere #yandere wanda maximoff #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic reader #little sister!reader #wanda maximoff #yandere #marvel #Avengers #yandere marvel #yandere avengers

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Imagine: You’re a princess at another kingdom’s ball; also you catch/have caught the attention of the queen of the kingdom. (Yandere!Queen!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Queen!Scarlet Witch x autistic!female!royal!reader)

*Get it? Because she called it a throne? .....illgohome. Also not my GIF.

(CW: Earlobe nipping, sensory overload, mentions of marriage proposals as cruel jokes)

Author’s Note: Just gonna leave this for you lesbian simps, especially the autistic lesbian simps.

(y/h/c): Your hair color.

(y/s/c): Your skin color.

(y/e/c): Your eye color.

You fidget with your dress as you enter the ballroom with your kingdom’s ambassador. Why had you been invited to her kingdom of all kingdoms? You don’t exactly have a good reputation as a princess, after all. It’s not your fault you had trouble with social rules, especially when each of them were somewhat different for each kingdom. Because of that, when you do get invited to things like this, you mostly stay off to the side and stay quiet. 

As the festivities begin, the ambassadors make small talk, the princes speak with one another, the other princesses gossip a bit. You wanna join in, but it’s as if everything is in different codes, ones that no one gave you any guides or translations for. You stay over by the wall and out of sight.

At least.....that’s what you think.

Upon her throne, Queen Maximoff looks out into the crowd. The faces of so many seem to blend together as she searches for one in particular. Then over on the right, she spies her; a beautiful girl with (y/h/c) hair, (y/s/c) skin, and such wide (y/e/c) eyes. She slowly smiles, studying this sweet and innocent princess for a time, knowing that she will not leave her spot.

After some time, she stands up and walks over.

Meanwhile, you’re so caught up in your thoughts and melancholy that you fail to notice a woman with dark hair wearing a beautiful red gown with a matching tiara approach you.

“Enjoying the ball, my dear?”

Her soft, seductive voice pulls you from the thoughts. You attempt to look her in the eyes, but it becomes overwhelming, making you panic. You begin to hyperventilate and repeat a sound over and over.

“It’s alright,” the queen assures you. “You can look anywhere on my face if you wish to speak to me.”

Slowly you calm down and look at her nose.

“I....it’s too loud here,” you tell her quietly.

“I imagine.....” she nods. “Perhaps you’d wish to be somewhere more calming. I’d be more than willing to show you.”

You nod gratefully, not suspecting anything, making the queen’s heart beat with affection. Gently she holds out her hand.

“If it’s okay with you,” she clarifies.

You take a bit of time, but manage to gather the courage to grab her hand. It’s soft and gentle as she leads you away from the party and up the stairs. She leads you to her bedroom and you sigh in relief. You could really use a nap after all of that noise. You practically collapse on it, letting out another sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, the queen heads over to the other side and sits on the bed, her legs crossed.

“I’ve heard that you don’t mind head pets, is that right?” she asks.

Hearing this, you blush and nod.

“My lap is open for you, darling.”

Eagerly you place your head in her lap and she gently strokes your head, making you blush even more as a tingle moves through you, making you smile and sigh dreamily.

“You have such lovely eyes, my princess,” she whispers softly. “Such sweet, innocent eyes.”

Your cheeks flush an even-deeper scarlet. It become even deeper as she slowly traces your face with her finger.

“Such a lovely face, such a pure soul....you must have suitors falling at your feet, darling.”

“....I don’t,” you admit sheepishly.

“...Oh?”

“No one has offered a proposal, except as a joke..”

A small tear falls down your face. Slowly the queen’s hand lifts your head to meet her face. 

“Then perhaps I shall be your first genuine one.”

You’re caught off-guard, speechless, a little skeptical. You’ve been screwed over before and you don’t want it to happen again.

“I would never lie to you, darling,” she promises. “Never. You have no idea how long I’ve waited to finally meet you in-person. I love you as you are....all of you. I will keep you safe. I will treasure you as you are meant to be treasured. I will practically worship you. All I ask is that you be mine forever....”

You practically faint onto her shoulder. As she rubs your back, you spy her earlobe and something overcomes you. You slowly move closer and gently nip on it. You hear a little gasp from the queen and you pull away, feeling ashamed as she glows a deep scarlet. And yet, she’s smirking a bit.

“Please don’t be ashamed,” she assures you. “I enjoy the curiosity you hold, my darling......do you wish to know how it feels?”

You nod, mostly out of curiosity. Slowly she leans in and you shut your eyes before feeling a soft and gentle nip on your earlobe, making you blush.

“How does it feel?” she asks as she pulls away.

You simply nod.

“I’ll give you all of the head pets and ear nips that you wish. I won’t judge you for being you, I already adore who you are. You can tell me about what interests you for as long as you wish and I will listen. I will never force you to look me in the eyes and I will stand up for you when you are being abused for who you are; all I ask is that you stay with me. Be my princess.”

No judgment? Sensory heaven? Ranting about your Special Interests and being listened to? Not being forced to look in her eyes? Someone loving who you are? It all sounds too good to be true, but at this point, you have nothing to lose and way more to gain.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

You begin to stim in excitement and the queen watches with a twisted fondness as she casts a spell to bind you to her, one that you don’t notice. Of course she’ll uphold all of what she’s promised, and even more. That spell she’s cast locks in that feeling of joy and love whenever you see her. It prompts you to turn to her for comfort and safety. Just to name a couple of things.

Of course she misses Vision terribly, but you completely took Wanda’s breath away with your innocent personality. And since she couldn’t save Vision, she’s determined to keep you. Even if it means messing with your mind a bit.

What you don’t know.....will never hurt you.

She’ll make certain of that.

#queen!wanda maximoff #yandere wanda maximoff x fem!reader #yandere wanda maximoff #autistic!reader #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic reader #autistic reader #wanda maximoff #yandere marvel #yandere avengers #Avengers #marvel

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

The Scarlet Witch’s Delicate Flower (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Scarlet Witch x autistic!ADHD!fem!reader)

*Not my GIF, Wanda needs a hug.

Sequel to A Sweet Flower for the Scarlet Witch

IB: @lizziesblueberries​

Summary: Taking place after Wanda sacrifices herself escapes Mount Wundagore, she retrieves you from Kamar Taj and brings you back to her little slice of home.

(CW: Non-sexual nudity, ableism mentions, eugenics mentions, hurt/comfort, mentions of self-harm and suicide/suicidal ideation/suicide attempts, soft!yandere!Wanda Maximoff, if you’re neurodivergent with trauma then this might make you cry)

Author’s Note: Wow, I didn’t expect such good reception for Sweet Flower. At least one of you asked to be tagged in the sequel. I’m planning to possibly do some more parts, but for now, here’s you basically being taken away to a little slice of home. I’m sorry if this is bad.

Also should I write Sweet Flower from Wanda’s perspective?

“I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it,” Wanda says. “No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again.”

Using her magic, she brings down Chthon’s temple upon Mount Wundagore. She moves the rocks to surround herself in a shield before teleporting away to retrieve someone special while also sending bursts of magic to destroy most of the Darkholds.

Wanda cloaks herself with invisibility at Kamar Taj, as she sees America and Wong entering the temple. She’s convinced that they don’t wish to see her alive, so be it. Her eyes trace the ruins of the rubble until she spies it; a scarlet cocoon floating out of reach, her delicate little flower awaiting her in a deep sleep. Gracefully she rises up and flies over to it. 

“I may have lost Billy and Tommy,” she sighs as she caresses the scarlet cocoon, the texture of the magic imitating that of silk. “But I still have you, my precious flower. And this time, no one will take you from me....ever.”

Gently tracing runes around the two of you, Kamar Taj fades away, replaced with her sweet little home......and soon to be yours.

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The first thing that hits you is a whiff of spice, paprika, as well as the smell of chicken. At the same time, you can also smell a hint of apples with a touch of cinnamon. You can also smell a hint of warm peppermint nearby along with something freshly-baked, something with the decadent light aroma of chocolate. Your autism granted you hypersensitivity to smells, and your magic gives you the skill of being able to pick out and isolate each one at will; this comes in handy when you’re confronted with a stench that you know will make you shutdown.

The air to this place....it also smells different. It’s not old dust and bricks like Kamar Taj; no, it’s a cozy scent, if that made sense, a warm scent. You feel something soft, warm, and fluffy on top of you, one with a hint of cherry blossom, almost as if a freshly-bathed and dried Golden Retriever is lying on top of you. Your head feels to be resting on the softest cloud in the world.

Gracing your ears are different types of sounds; you hear the delicate and gentle sizzling of a pan. You also hear two humming sounds; one of them turns out to be the oven. Another is the humming of what sounds to be an angel. A beautiful tune emerging, twirling and dancing in your ears. 

You finally open your eyes to find yourself inside a cozy room, what seems to be a living room to be more precise. It’s connected by an open archway to a cozy kitchen where a familiar woman is standing at the stove, wearing casual and comfortable clothing; she’s delicately mixing something together, occasionally sprinkling some spice on it. 

Soon she glances over and your eyes meet, and that’s when you realize who it is; the Scarlet Witch. You sense your cheeks flushing in her namesake as she lowers the stove heat and walks over to you, a soft smile on her face.

“Good, you’re awake.” Her voice is tender and comforting. “You looked so comfortable in that cocoon that I thought it would take days for you to come to.”

Despite you aversion to eye contact, you find that you can make it with her. And as soon as you do, you feel your heart drop. There’s a reflection of melancholy in her eyes.

“Is....is something wrong?” you ask her.

She begins to tear up at this question, but tries to hold them back. Finally she sighs and begins.

“I.....found Billy and Tommy.....my children,” she says as she sits on the floor next to your head. “But.....they feared me.....they feared what I had become......they didn’t deserve to feel such fear.....so I had to let them go. I don’t have much left now....”

There’s a brief silence, save for some slight gasps of despair as she tries to keep the tears at bay.

“...You...you have me...” you pipe up timidly.

The two of you lock eyes and you blush; you just can’t help it, she’s so gorgeous.....and she makes you feel safe....safe and loved.

“I would certainly hope so,” she sighs as she wipes away her tears.

“Forever!” you blurt out. “I’m yours forever!”

Hearing this she chuckles.

“Are you now?” She leans forward a bit, her voice in a lower register. 

You nod eagerly. 

“But....what if you love someone else more?” she asks seemingly innocently.

“Never.” You’re desperate for her affection, for her affirmation of love. “I could never love anyone more than you, my goddess.”

Your heart is pounding with feverous devotion, making the Scarlet Witch smirk on the inside. 

“You promise?” she whispers.

“I swear on my soul....” There’s no hesitation. You are absolute putty in her hands. Not that you mind. She’s shown you more love and affection in that small moment at Kamar-Taj than anyone’s shown you within your entire lifetime. “On my eternal soul, I promise that I am yours and yours alone.....forever.”

She gives a gentle smile and slowly cups your face; a chill rushes through you, making you blush. 

“I was hoping you would say that,” she tells you, caressing your face with her thumb. “I promise to you that I also am yours and yours alone, my little dove. I will be the one to protect you.” 

You flush an even-deeper scarlet. She leans forward, slowly cupping the other side of your face before pulling you into a slow and passionate, yet still gentle, kiss. Your eyes close as you take a deep breath in through your nose, taking in her scent. It’s absolutely intoxicating.

When she pulls back, she sees that you’re a blushing mess and she giggles.

“You are the cutest little flower I’ve ever met.” She grins, scrunching up her nose.

You blush even more and turn away, but she softly takes ahold of your head and turns you back to face her.

“Please let me look at your face. You drive my heart crazy with that cuteness, (y/n), and I love it.”

You gasp.

“How....how do you know my name?”

She chuckles.

“You do know I can read minds, right?”

Oh. Right.

“Speaking of names, mine is Wanda.”

You smile.

“Anyway....welcome home, my little dove,” she continues. “I’ve been making dinner and dessert for us. Chicken paprikash and then apple pie.”

You tilt your head in confusion like a little puppy-dog. “Chicken paprikash?”

She nods.

“It’s a dish from my homeland....Sokovia. A nice blend of Eastern European and American culture. Speaking of, I should introduce you to a couple of witch friends of mine at some point. Actually they’re basically little sisters to me at this point. One of them is Ukrainian and the other has some Ukrainian ancestry.”

“Friends?” you ask.

“Yes, I’m sure they’d love to be your friends. Anyway, how about we have some dinner and then run you a bath? I imagine that battle at Kamar-Taj must’ve taken quite a toll on you. And after that, I’d love to introduce you to some of my favorite sitcoms.”

You nod and she goes to get some plates. This feels a bit odd to you. Whenever anyone at Kamar-Taj talked about the Scarlet Witch, they’d talk about how powerful she is, making her sound like some sort of foreign, malevolent, power-hungry entity who would kill you with no hesitation. And yet....here you are with her, and she’s acting nothing like that of the picture they painted, because that’s not who she is. She’s a grieving mother, someone with interests outside of magic, someone who just wants happiness and love. She’s human just like you.

And while it feels odd, it’s also a comfort to you.

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When she comes back with your food, she insists on feeding it to you and you don’t object. The taste and texture are a tad bit overwhelming at first, but with Wanda encouraging you to take your time, you manage to become used to it, and it’s actually delicious. The apple pie is also wonderful.

You step inside of the bath, your feet detecting the perfect temperature of the water, but not before your feet past through the soap bubbles; they’re not regular soap bubbles, they feel as though you’re passing through a soft cloud. You wiggle your toes in the water, feeling it dance around them.

“Are you ready, my flower?” Wanda’s voice is melodic and caring, putting you slightly more at ease.

“Yeah,” you reply, still a bit shy about the endeavor.

She enters with the hair supplies and other products.

“I....I’ve never really done this before.” Your cheeks match the color namesake of your beloved girlfriend, still feeling shy about being naked in front of someone outside of your immediate family even if you are covered by bubbles.

She chuckles endearingly.

“Well then, I’m quite honored to be a part of your first time, darling.”

Kneeling down behind you, she gently brings your head back until your neck is laying on a pillow handcrafted by deities themselves. Wanda tenderly pushes a few strains of hair off of your face before using her magic to open up your pores. You can almost hear them gasping for breath. Her finger movements, almost mesmerizing, emit her trademark scarlet light. A face mask begins to form onto you. It feels odd at first, but it doesn’t make you shut down. In fact it helps to relax you even more. You close your eyes as you hear Wanda pouring the water gently on your head. You also hear her hum something, a beautiful, relaxing tune; what an angelic voice. 

Sometime later, she gives a little “hmmm” sound, as if to give you a heads-up that she’s about to speak so that you don’t start.

“You truly have never had something like this, darling?” she asks softly.

“No.....never had much time in between lessons,” you sigh. “And.....because no one offered.....some people believed that if they touched me....they’d become as weird as me....so....pretty much everyone stayed away, except to insult me or spit at me or whatever they felt the best way to take their rage out on me was that day....”

“You....didn’t try to make friends?” she asks.

Hearing this, you give a long, quiet sigh.

“After doing it so many times and being ignored and abused....I just....gave up mostly....at least consciously. But I feel that there was still this...idealism inside of me....deep in the back of my mind, one that believed in good always triumphing over evil, love always overcoming hate, the underdogs always coming out on top....all of the dreams that fairytales teach us. But.....I never seem to fully learn.....just how unforgiving this world can truly be to those like me....a world that even wishes we would never exist....one that.....just sees us as burdens....as....monsters.....”

You feel your eyes water up as you say this, especially the final word, and at the same time, so do the Scarlet Witch’s. How could anyone ever wish you didn’t exist? When you’re the light in the ever-creeping darkness of her life? The one who gives her purpose? A reason for her to continue to push through the unforgiving blizzard that fought against her, the one that began all those years ago, when she needed someone to give her hope? 

You, the person that she knew her ten-year-old self would’ve felt safe with?

The world hardly gives you a chance before they decide people like you shouldn’t exist?

“I would never hurt you......

Never.....

I would never hurt....

anyone....

I’m not a monster....”

It strikes a chord deep within her and a lump begins to form in her throat.

Your tears glide down the face mask. A few sniffles escape you.

“I....I’m sorry,” you whisper, feeling pathetic.

“No....” she soothes, trying to hold back her own tears. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Gently she wipes away the face mask and finishes washing your hair.

“Would you like a massage, sweetheart?” she asks you.

You nod, trying to take your mind off of what you just unraveled.

“Alright, I’ll let you dry off a bit; the robe and towel are on the hooks on the back of the door. I’ll go get it set up.”

Keeping her face low, she exits the bathroom and you gently shut the door. Stepping out of the bath tub, you drain away the bath water, watching the drain form its whirlpool before disappearing entirely. You head over to the door to grab the towel when your ears catch the sounds of quiet weeping. As delicately and silently as you can, you open the door ever so slightly and peek out into your bedroom. Lying on the bed, grasping a pillow, soft gasping sobs emerging, is Wanda. The sight is enough to make your heart stop, but her pained weeping is enough to make you drop to your knees, the towel draped around your shoulders. 

For your whole life, you’d heard that autistics had no sense of empathy, that people like you are heartless and uncaring. While you know there’s nothing wrong with being hypoempathetic, you’re on the exact opposite end when it comes to compassionate and affective empathy; even just seeing or hearing someone cry, especially if it’s someone you care deeply about, makes you tear up or even full-on weep. It was another way for your parents to manipulate you, to keep you in line, to keep you thinking that you were the problem. 

You try to keep your sobs quiet, but you eventually can’t hold them back and begin to weep. Soon you sense someone nearby.

“My little dove....”

As she sits down next to you, Wanda gently places her hand in yours, as if asking for permission to touch you. You hold onto it tightly as she pulls you in close.

“I....I saw and heard you crying.” Your voice is choked with sobs. “It hurts when those I love are in pain.....even if they’ve hurt me before.....even if I’ve hated them before....”

Wanda’s heart aches to hear this, but at the same time, she feels joy and agony all at once. She’s truly found someone with a pure heart, who still feels others’ pain, in a world where people’s hearts have hardened into unbreakable stone....

“Oh....sweet, sweet girl....” She rubs the back of your hands with her thumbs.

“You have such a beautiful soul....a beautiful heart....” she continues softly. “I wish I could’ve saved you from the monsters who tormented you for all those years....because of who you are. The fact that you’ve emerged from hell with such a loving heart is.....it’s not something one would find too often, I’m afraid....”

You glance away.

“It’s nothing extraordinary.....I’ve had to become that....” you sigh quietly as the tears roll down your face. “Because I know what hell is.....and no one deserves to feel that way. I want to believe that there’s still good in the world, but I also had to become this way just to even be tolerated....and even then....I was still seen as a burden.....I was never enough for anyone....not even for myself....” 

You glance down at the fading bite marks on your arm.

“There were multiple times where I thought....’Maybe I don’t belong here. Maybe it’d be better if I just......end it.’ I tried so many times, until the idea of suicide barely fazed me, until self-harm was just.....my normal.” Your voice is devoid of emotion as you say those sentences, not wanting to cry or seem weak anymore. “I mean.....no one cared....there are people who are looking for ways to make sure people like me.....are never born. It seemed easier just to do the job for them....better late than never, you know?”

Wanda’s heart is shattering as she hears all of this and her eyes are welling up with tears. She holds you closer.

“You have me now, my little dove,” she tells you. “I care so deeply about you, and I always will.”

“But.....my neurodivergence....”

“Is what makes you who you are. And who you are is wonderful and amazing.”

You shake your head.

“I don’t deserve you.....I’m not perfect.....” you insist.

“I don’t care if you’re not perfect,” she counters. “You deserve someone who cares about you and loves you, and I do. You’re beautiful as you are, and I truly love you so much, flaws and all.”

This strikes a chord deep inside you; it’s something you wish that someone--anyone--would’ve told you as a child, as a teen, when you turned 18, anytime in your life really. And there’s no trace of deception in her voice, you can tell that much. 

You can’t hold the tears back any longer, and once again, you full-on weep. You cling onto her and she hugs you in return.

“It’s okay, my little dove,” Wanda tells you, rubbing your back. “I’m right here. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Ever.”

You cry in her arms for a while, feeling so safe with her. She looks at you, feeling almost honored to be the one who provides this sweet angel with such love and comfort. Afterwards, she gets you a robe to wear. It’s soft and fluffy with the tags cut off for comfort. The two of you cuddle up in the bed as she brushes your hair a bit more, humming a lullaby. Then she gives you comfy pajamas, also with the tags cut off. When you and her cuddle up on the bed, a soft blanket over the two of you, she uses her magic to put a DVD into the DVD player. A black-and-white sitcom pops up on the screen; The Dick Van Dyke Show.

You lean your head on her shoulder, becoming sleepy eventually; she holds you close when the scary Twiloite scenes appear. As you watch, Wanda uses her magic on you. A scarlet tattoo appears over your heart, one shaped like her tiara. It gently pulses along with your heartbeat. 

Just as you’re about to drift off, you notice the tattoo.

“Wanda?” you ask. “What’s this?” You’re a tad bit concerned, but not as much as you would be.

“Oh that?” she asks as she looks at it. “I promise it’s nothing to worry about. Think of it as a sign of my love.”

“Oh.” You give a shy smile before a yawn escapes you, but you feel like it would be rude to doze off during her favorite sitcom.

“It’s okay, my little dove,” she coos in a whisper. “You’ve had a long day and you need your rest. You’re safe with me. I’m here to nurture you, to love you, to adore you, to protect you like the delicate and precious flower you are.”

She hums a gentle lullaby and you eventually doze off. Wanda watches you with a smile, so sweet and adorable while you sleep. Then her eyes fall on the tattoo, and her smile develops an unhinged aura. It’s a spell that she learned from the Darkhold; it merges your souls and hearts as one, so to speak, binding you two together forever. Wanda would be able to always know where you are, know when you’re in danger, and the tattoo made you both immortal, just to name a few things. The spell would also make you more suggestible to her and more likely to obey her commands, make your love for her permanent no matter what, transmit thoughts and ideas to you and make you believe that they’re your own, and that’s merely the tip of the iceberg. 

Wanda reaches out and pets your head. 

“Don’t worry, my little dove,” she whispers. “You’re all mine now. No one will ever take you away from me......

“Ever....”

Taglist: @inluvwithfictionalwomen​

#yandere #yandere wanda maximoff x fem!reader #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic reader #autistic reader #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #yandere avengers #yandere marvel #avengers #marvel

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Catching the Bouquet (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff x autistic!fem!reader)

*Not my GIF

Summary: At a mutual friend’s wedding, you end up catching the attention of Wanda Maximoff. And she ends up catching the bouquet.

(CW: Sensory overload, hypnosis sort-of)

Author’s Note: I started this fic a while back and I didn’t get around to finishing it until now. Also my laptop’s kinda breaking down. I’m hoping to get a new one very soon. 

Also I had my birthday on the 11th!

You’re absolutely panicking.

Why on earth would she ask you to sing as she walked down the aisle? People have always told you that you have an angelic voice, but your self-doubt holds you back from grasping that belief.

“(Y/N)?”

One of the bridesmaids, Felicity, enters.

“There you are. Oh! You look gorgeous!” she gushes. “You look like an absolute angel.”

Your cheeks grow red and you turn away, causing her to giggle.

“Hey!”

Felicity gently turns your head to face her.

“It’s okay that you’re nervous, but you’re going to sound beautiful. Trust me; your future husband is going to be so lucky to have a wife like you.”

“Oh, hon, if only you knew....” you think. 

“Anyway the church is filling up, you should probably get to your spot.”

She gives you a little friendly kiss on the cheek.

“You’re gonna do great!” she smiles as she leaves.

“Wait....did she just....?”

You blink and shrug. You have more important things to worry about right now. You go over some vocal exercises and drink some water until you’re literally rushed out. There are so many people there, you feel like you’re going to pass out from sensory overload.

You walk down the aisle, feeling electric butterflies in your stomach. That is until you pass by someone in particular. All of a sudden, you see a wisp of scarlet and you slow down a bit; for some reason, you feel calmer now. Maybe the nerves just went away, but then what about the scarlet wisp?

Never mind that. You head up to your place on the stage and prepare yourself as the orchestra starts playing. Now operatic soprano songs aren’t what you considered to be your best, but this time it comes out so smoothly, almost effortlessly. You look out into the crowd a few times; everyone seems practically entranced. However there are two people in particular who seem especially intrigued. Both of them are leaning forward, almost seemingly lovestruck.

The first one is Felicity; though she tries to be subtle about it, you can tell that she’s fascinated. So then that remark she made earlier about your “future husband”?

“Did....did she just assume I was straight?”

You mentally shrug it off.

The second one you don’t recognize; a woman with darkish brown hair with bits of red in it and dark green eyes dressed in a gorgeous red dress sitting in the third row. Around her neck is a simple, but beautiful, silver Star of David necklace, one which due to its simple color helps calm you a bit by focusing on it. She also seems to be attempting to emulate subtlety, but you can tell that she’s fascinated. And she is quite beautiful. You wish you could gather the courage to talk to her later.

The song finishes and you step far off to the side as the ceremony officially begins. Despite being out of the spotlight, Felicity and this unfamiliar face seem to be fixated on you. It’s both intriguing and discomforting. 

Thankfully the ceremony finishes and everyone is lead into the reception hall. You head into the bathroom as your anxiety returns. Your trembling hands drop on the sink as you feel like you’re going to collapse. You manage to stumble your way to one of the soft couches in the bathroom. Taking deep breaths, you start to focus on the floor, trying to ground yourself as you stim. You’re so caught up in your calming techniques that you don’t even here the door open.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You gasp and jump a little as you’re thrown out of your thoughts. Looking up, you see the unfamiliar face looking at you with concern. Your heart begins to thump again.

“Oh! I’m sorry for startling you,” she apologizes. “Is it alright if I sit next to you?“

You find yourself nodding and she sits to your left. You two sit in silence for a few moments, but she speaks up.

“I hope I didn’t upset you or anything with all of that staring,” she says. “It’s just....your voice is so beautiful, like an angel. I couldn’t help it.”

Once again your cheeks turn a rosy red and you glance away shyly, causing her to giggle endearingly.

“I’m Wanda,” she introduces.

“.....(Y/N)” you mumble shyly.

“(Y/N).....I’ve always thought that that was such a pretty name. Pretty name for a gorgeous girl like you.”

Your cheeks turn cherry-red and she melts at how adorable you are.

“Anyway, what brings you in here?” she asks.

“I...I’m not really a huge fan of big crowds....” you admit quietly. “They....they make me nervous, especially when I have to....make small talk in them....because I’m autistic so social skills aren’t really my best thing......also....I get nervous singing in front of people.”

“Why is that?” she asks gently.

You shrug.

“I....I guess I just don’t think I’m that good.....or if I somehow do think I’m good....I’m afraid to admit it. I’m afraid I’ll seem....full of myself. I don’t want to be seen that way.”

She nods sympathetically.

“Sometimes it’s difficult to believe,” she tells you. “But acknowledging that you’re good at something isn’t being full of yourself. I also overheard a lot of people talking about how beautifully you sang.”

Your face feels hot.

“I....I was in choir in middle school and high school,” you admit. “And then I took voice lessons in college.....but I’ve never seen those kinds of songs as something I’m good at.”

“Well, I think you did very well with the song. In fact, I think you did beautifully.”

Her hand slides over yours and grasps it gently. 

“And you seem like such a kind and caring person. The person you end up marrying is going to be so blessed to be with such an angel.”

You’re practically scarlet all over.

“You’re too sweet,” you giggle. 

She smiles and for a while, the two of you sit there in silence. Something about Wanda makes you feel a bit more at ease being here.

“So what brought you in here, Wanda?” you ask.

“Same as you, sort of,” she sighs. “I get drained very easily in large crowds. After that ceremony, I kind of just need a place to.....revitalize.”

“Oh!” you exclaim. “I...I mean if you don’t want me to be here--”

“No...no, it’s fine....” she says. “I don’t mind being around someone else. It’s just.....a lot of people out there.”

“Oh....okay....” 

The two of you sit in silence for a bit, but unlike most times you’re in silence, you feel at ease. It’s like she’s taken all of the anxiety and thrown it out the window.

“I know I’m supposed to go out there for the reception soon,” you sigh.

“Why?” Wanda asks.

You give this some thought, and realize she has a point. Why do you have to go out there?

“I mean.....I guess I don’t have to,” you admit. “I just....I know people will be expecting me because......because...”

You trail off and soon shake your head.

“Never mind.”

“Because they want to congratulate you on your singing, right?”

You nod.

“Y...yeah....it’s custom....I don’t understand how social skills work.”

“Sometimes people make rules that just don’t make sense.”

“Yeah....” you nod.

“....When we’re ready,” Wanda says after another moment of silence. “Perhaps we could go to the reception together. Face it together, you know?”

You look at her and nod after considering it.

“Yeah....yeah, I think I’d like that. Plus I really don’t wanna miss the bouquet toss.”

“The what?”

You blink.

“You’ve never heard of the bouquet toss?”

She shakes her head. 

“It’s not really part of Jewish weddings.”

“Oh,” you say. “Well, basically, at some point during the afterparty, a bunch of ladies gather behind the bride, she throws the bouquet behind her, and the ones behind her try to catch it. Whoever does is said to be the next one to get married.”

Intrigue sparks on Wanda’s face.

“Really?”

You nod.

“I’ve never really been a big believer of stuff like that, but I’ve been hoping to find love recently and I figured ‘why the hell not?’”

“Interesting....” Wanda’s voice seems to fade a bit, as if she’s answering herself.

Suddenly the door opens, making you jump.

“Oh! There you are, (Y/N)!” It’s Felicity with the biggest smile on her face. “C’mon! It’s almost time for dinner. And it looks like we’re going to be sitting together.”

“Um....o-okay,” you stammer nervously. You look over at Wanda and you two stand up, walking out together.

And you’re so caught up in your own nerves that you don’t notice Wanda shooting a glare at Felicity as you two leave.

=======================================

As you sit at the dinner table, you notice that Felicity is getting a bit touchy-feely with you, and she seems to be smirking and glancing over at someone from afar, but you can’t see who it is. You don’t understand; if Felicity is in love with you, why doesn’t she just come right out and tell you instead of playing around like this?

Your leg bounces as you wait for them to announce that it’s time for the bouquet toss. You can hardly eat your meal, that’s how anxious you are. Everyone else is finding love, why hadn’t you been able to?

Finally the bride sets herself up for the bouquet toss and you rush up to the forming crowd. Your heart is pounding as everyone gets into position and your stomach is tense. It seems like an eternity when you hear the clamor of the crowd. The bouquet is headed your way, but it’s...weirdly glowing red. Suddenly your arms seem to reach out on their own as it falls. You’re so caught up in hoping to catch it that you don’t notice the other pair of hands next to you.

At that exact moment, two pairs of hands catch the bouquet and you’re one of them. You look to your right to see who the other pair belongs to. You’re shocked to see that it’s Wanda.

“Oh!” you exclaim, blushing.

She giggles.

“So...what happens if two people catch it at the same time?” she asks.

You shrug. 

“Maybe they’re both the next to get married?”

“To each other?” she asks.

You blush even harder.

“No.” You hear a blunt voice behind you. “They don’t.”

Turning around you look to see Felicity, and she looks pissed.

“It can’t be two people. It has to be one,” she declares.

“Who died and made you the queen of weddings?” Wanda’s accent becomes more prominent and she also sounds pissed as she steps in front of you to confront Felicity.

“It just doesn’t work that way.”

“Says who?”

“It just doesn’t.”

“Says. Who?”

A moment of shock passes before Felicity moves closer to Wanda. Her voice drops to a slight whisper, but you can still hear what she says.

“You need to stop being so argumentative. I don’t want things to get.....ugly.”

At that moment, Wanda tilts her head at Felicity.

“Do I now?” But it doesn’t sound like a question. More like a dare.

The crowd, and the entire room goes so silent that you could hear a crumb drop. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Felicity shrieks in absolute horror, causing the rest of the room to go into pandemonium. The sound makes you panic and you cover your ears, rushing off to the wall before dropping to the floor and rocking back and forth, your eyes scrunched shut.

A few moments later, the noise seems to fade away; you suddenly feel yourself calming down a bit, wisps of scarlet gently flooding your vision and soft inaudible whispers echoing in your mind. Opening your eyes, you look to see Wanda, and only Wanda, but you don’t panic for some reason.

“Are you alright?” she asks you softly, her voice being the only thing you hear.

You nod slowly. 

“I am now.....I’m sorry. Loud noises are extremely overwhelming to me.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart,” she assures you. “I feel the same way. What’s say you and I go back to my place to relax and cuddle up close?”

You nod with no hesitation.

“Yes....cuddles would be lovely.”

Wanda smiles and helps you up.

“You know,” she begins as she leads you to the dressing room to get your casual clothes. “Perhaps us both catching the bouquet is a sign from the universe. Perhaps a sign that we are meant for one another.”

You nod as you grab your casual clothing.

“I think so....”

After you gather your things, she leads you out to her car and drives off with you in the passenger’s seat. You’re so spaced out that you don’t notice Wanda’s sweet, but unhinged, smile. Everything’s going exactly to plan. Of course you two were meant for each other. You couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else. Or perhaps you won’t ever be able to, something she’ll make certain of. 

She has you in her grasp. 

Now it’s only a matter of making sure you’ll never leave.....

#yandere wanda maximoff x fem!reader #yandere wanda maximoff x autistic reader #yandere wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff #yandere #yandere avengers #marvel #Avengers #yandere marvel

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

The Little Lost Lamb (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader)

*Not my GIF, but those hand movements, though....

Summary: It’s taken you sometime, but you finally have your first escape plan. But little do you realize just how powerful Anya’s witch form truly is.

(CW: Hypnosis....I guess?, temporary restraints, (not the sexy kind) Reader hurts a cinnamon roll Yandere’s feelings.)

Author’s Note: I’m glad Anya’s getting welcomed. I know that may be due to her being so similar to Wanda, but still. I’d also like for y’all to meet some more of my OCs. And I’m very curious to know how many of you are about 13-17, because I have quite a few teen OCs. However I also have some 18+ OCs. So if you want me to make a poll or something of my OCs or maybe like introduce each one. IDK. Just lemme know.

You open your eyes and glance at your digital clock. 3 am. She should be asleep by now. She tends to go to bed a bit late. Now your plan can go into effect, something you’ve been planning for a while now.

You get out of bed and tiptoe to the door. Just as you suspected, it’s not locked. You test it to see if there’s any sort of alarm system, but you come up with nothing. She really wishes to give you her trust. Now you feel some guilt inside. After all, Anya’s been so kind and sweet to you. She makes you feel loved everyday. Not to mention she’s adorable. (Yes, I realize I’m hyping up my OC, but she really is a sweetheart, I promise)

For a moment your resolve to leave waivers. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here? But then you remember your friends and family. They’re going to wonder what happened to you. You don’t want to worry them, so you take a deep breath and go through the door.

The air outside is nice and cool, but not unbearably cold. You walk around a bit, trying to see the extent of how much space Anya’s giving you. To your surprise, you find that you’re able to reach the shoreline. You look around for a boat or something to take when you spy one parked by a dock. You rush for it and start paddling. Finally, you’re going to be free!

Suddenly, when you’re a good distance away from the shoreline, you feel the boat slowly sinking and you begin to panic. You try to escape, but something seems to be holding you down. The water reaches up to your neck, but when it passes it, you don’t feel any water. Instead you feel a peculiar softness. Familiar, but peculiar. It includes feathers. You feel the boat disappear and suddenly you emerge in Anya’s bedroom. On the bed. You realize what happened; you went through the bottom of her bed.....

“Moya mriya?” 

A familiar voice gasps to your right. You look to see Anya herself, her face filled with betrayal and sadness. 

“Why....?” Anya’s voice squeaks, tears gathering in her eyes. “Why did you try to leave me? Haven’t I been taking care of you? Have I been neglecting you somehow? Please.....tell me.....why....”

You can’t bring yourself to look in her eyes. You can tell the difference between someone being manipulative/guilt-tripping and someone who’s hurting, and you sense that Anya’s in the latter camp. You know her intentions are pure, you know she truly loves you, but you hate that you’re being held captive even if you have a lot of space to explore. 

But suddenly her sadness seems to shift into a hardened expression.

“Or perhaps,” she says, her voice dropping into a lower register and her accent becoming much more prominent. “You don’t love me and wanted to abandon me.”

She slowly moves closer to you and you are terrified. 

“Perhaps you see me as a naive dreamer who wouldn’t notice if you just disappeared....if that’s the case, then you are sorely mistaken.”

You try to back away, but she sends a magic wisp that surrounds your wrists and then returns to her before solidifying into a sort of chain. She gently, but firmly, pulls you closer to her.

“Make no mistake, moya mriya,” she whispers. “I may be a romantic and I may have a big heart, but I am not afraid to be stern when I feel that someone has done me or my loved ones wrong. Since this is only the first time--and it should be the very last time--you’ve tried to leave me, I will be a bit more....lenient with how to handle you.”

Her expression softens up again, only slightly. She reaches out and pets your head, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Believe me.....it hurts me to have to punish you, but I’m doing it out of love. It won’t even hurt, I promise. In fact, I think you might find it quite pleasant eventually. However.....you’re going to be more....stuck in your head for a bit, so to speak....”

You’re about to ask what she means by that when suddenly your vision glosses over, an iridescent film making everything seem.....dreamlike. Your thoughts begin to cloud up and you feel sleepy. Your eyes flutter as your head rests on a pillow. 

Soon you wake up to the sound of birds chirping. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in a magical land, laying on a soft bed of grass as a soft sun radiates a gentle heat on your body. Everything seems to be in soft pastels and you don’t feel any pain in your body. In fact you hardly feel yourself move. Your body just seems to move on its own, but you don’t mind it. In fact it feels....relaxing. 

You also feel as though your mind is on autopilot, but again, you’re not complaining. Your entire body is at ease as you explore the place before you run into Anya in a beautiful faerie princess dress.

“Welcome, moya mriya,” she smiles happily, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Serotonin and dopamine flow through you as she decides to show you around.

What you don’t know is that your body in the real world is also on autopilot and Anya’s guiding you through everything while projecting a dreamworld into your mind, one that she’s in control of. Her hypnotic suggestions slip into your subconscious, one that’s more suggestible and accepting in the state it’s in. She doesn’t consider it changing who you are; no, that’s a more direct and last resort approach to her. Instead it’s more or less subliminal messaging. Sure, she could torture you, but all you’ve done is try to run away once. In her mind, that’s not torture-worthy. You’re simply just.....lost, helpless, confused, like a little lost lamb. Poor, sweet, innocent you....You need guidance, you need someone to show you the way, to show you how things work. And she’s more than happy to be that for you. 

Because only Anya knows what’s truly best for you......

#yandere tetyana malinovsky #yandere anya malinovsky #yandere iridescent witch #yandere iridescence #yandere tetyana malinovsky x autistic reader #tetyana malinovsky #yandere oc #wanda maximoff

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Moya mriya (My dream) (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader) Part 1?

*Not my GIF, this is currently kinda my face/voice canon for her, but maybe a bit softer.

Summary: You never thought anyone would fall in love with you, let alone in such a deep way. But a certain Ukrainian witch plans to prove you wrong.

(CW: Ableism, loss of a job)

Author’s Note: Anya’s a shy bean, but don’t underestimate her. Should I continue this?

It’s been several weeks since everything went downhill. You were fired from your job after your autism and ADHD kept getting in the way of you meeting deadlines, your parents had lectured you on how you just need to “try harder.” Your depression and anxiety are worsening, just to name a few things. The only thing that keeps you going is your favorite book store.

The day after you get the lecture from your parents, you decide to treat yourself to a new book from there to make you feel better. After picking one out, you go over to your quiet corner and read. You’re so absorbed in your book that you don’t notice that you’re being watched.

A woman who looks to be no older than her early-mid twenties with brown/reddish hair and soft brown doe eyes spots you as she reads her favorite fairytale for the billionth time. She sees how absorbed you are in your book, visibly reacting to what’s going on, laughing with the funny bits and crying during the sad parts. It endears her so much and she wants to speak to you, but she feels butterflies in her stomach whenever she tries to. 

She eventually figures out your daily routine after work; go to the bookstore, pick out a book, sit in the quiet corner and read for a few hours, then leave. And she's always there. She also entertains herself mentally through your thoughts. What does that mean, you ask? We’ll get to that.

Finally she decides to pluck up the courage and write a note. When you go to the bathroom, she takes out a slip of paper and a pen and writes down:

“Hello,

“I’ve seen you in the quiet corner a lot, and I would like to get to know you better.

“Sincerely, the girl with the fairytale book.”

and places it in your book over your bookmark. When you return and sit down, you read the note and look to your right. There she is. Her cheeks flush a bright scarlet. You smile at her and her heart flutters. 

“Hey there....” you begin.

She mutters back a shy “hi” and glances down at the floor. You move a little closer to her.

“So....you come here everyday as well?” you ask her.

She nods. 

"You have a name?"

She nods again and pulls out a piece of paper before writing down her answer and showing it to you.

"Tetyana, but people usually just call me Anya."

"That's a pretty name. I'm (Y/N).....you okay? You seem pretty nervous."

She nods and writes down something else.

“I’m just.....you know....”

“Shy?”

She nods.

The two of you open up a bit more, and slowly you begin to fall in love with her. And she can tell; one of her powers is telepathy, kind of. Her autism makes it difficult to distinguish certain thoughts. But because you two share diagnoses, she can tell.

You love her sweet, soft, and dreamy demeanor, it makes you feel safe around her. And she doesn’t judge you when you stim like several neurotypicals have. You slowly feel comfortable with her touch upon your hand, your arm, and eventually hugs.

She begins to share more of herself with you; in particular, her favorite fairytale. The Golden Slipper from her homeland of Ukraine. She gets you interested in knowing more about Ukraine and its culture. She teaches you some Ukrainian and even gives you a petname in Ukrainian.

“Moya mriya,” she says.

“What does that mean?” you ask.

She gives a shy smile and blushes a little.

“It means ‘my dream,’ because you make everyday feel like one come true.” 

This makes you blush. She’s so sweet and affectionate, so curious as she asks you about your interests.

What you don’t know is just how deeply and intensely she feels this love and affection for you. 

One day, you’re back in the quiet corner with her, reading your new favorite book.

“Moya mriya?” You hear Anya’s soft and musical voice enter your ears. “Have I ever actually told you the story of The Golden Slipper?”

You give this some thought and shake your head.

“I don’t think so. I’d love to hear it some time, though.”

“Why not right now?”

You blink, giving it some thought before deciding.

“Yeah, that’d be lovely.”

“Can....can I please play with your hair while I tell you the story, moya mriya?”

You smile and nod. She’s always so careful when she does this. You lay down in her lap and she begins.

“There was once upon a time an old man and an old woman, and the old man had a daughter, and the old woman had a daughter.” 

Her voice is so soft and gentle.

“And the old woman said to the old man, ‘Go and buy a heifer, that thy daughter may have something to look after!’ So the old man went to the fair and bought a heifer.” 

Like an angel whispering in your ear.

“Now the old woman spoiled her own daughter, but was always snapping at the old man’s daughter. Yet the old man’s daughter was a good, hard-working girl, while as for the old woman’s daughter, she was but an idle slut. She did nothing but sit down all day with her hands in her lap.”

It begins to lull you to sleep.

“One day the old woman said to the old man’s daughter, ‘Look now, thou daughter of a dog, go and drive out the heifer to graze! Here thou hast two bundles of flax. See that thou unravel it, and reel it, and bleach it, and bring it home all ready in the evening!’ Then the girl took the flax and drove the heifer out to graze.”

Your eyes begin to flutter and her voice seems to echo against your ears. 

“So the heifer began to graze, but the girl sat down and began to weep. And the heifer said to her, ‘Tell me, dear little maiden, wherefore dost thou weep?’ ’Alas! why should I not weep? My stepmother has given me this flax and bidden me unravel it, and reel it, and bleach it, and bring it back as cloth in the evening.’”

You swear you can see a bit of an iridescent glow.

“Grieve not, maiden!” said the heifer, “it will all turn out well. Lie down to sleep!”

You’re nearly out like a light when she whispers right into your ear.

“So moya mriya lay down to sleep.....”

And after she says that, you’re fast asleep....

#yandere tetyana malinovsky #yandere tetyana malinovsky x autistic!reader #yandere tetyana malinovsky x reader #tetyana malinovsky #wanda maximoff #yandere oc #oc

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Baby Sister (Platonic!Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Platonic!Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!fem!reader)

*Not my GIF, I’m using this because I picture her looking a lot like AoU Wanda.

Summary: You wake up to find yourself “surprise adopted” by Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky as her “baby sister.” 

Author’s Note: So....I kinda wanna see how well Anya’s received here. She is very similar to Wanda Maximoff, personality and appearance-wise, maybe voice as well. She is Ukrainian (because thanks to Wanda, I’ve become more interested in my Ukrainian heritage) and has a twin brother I might write about. She also loves fairytales. As for the Iridescence, she is a very powerful witch, practically witch royalty. She’s called the Iridescence/Iridescent Witch because that’s her magic color and when light is reflected through something iridescent, there’s a lot of color, meaning she can utilize any color of magic she chooses, with practice of course. She is usually benevolent, but as a yandere, her idealism and ideology are twisted a bit. I might write a bit more about her kind of explaining her, at least what I have so far.

vid’ma: a witch.

Your head is throbbing as you come to. What the hell happened to you? The last thing you remember is someone whispering in your ear, a crystal glaze in your vision, and then darkness.

Opening your eyes, it takes a bit for them to adjust. But when they do, the place you find yourself in looks like it came out of a fantasy world. A mural of a magical nighttime forest is painted around the walls and a starry sky on the ceiling, the stars almost seem to actually twinkle. The unicorns and faeries in the forest also seem to move, giving the impression that you’re actually in a magical forest. 

The head of your bed is surrounded by a white canopy decorated with flower petals and butterflies. You feel a light breeze brush against your skin and you hear a soft voice singing a lullaby in a language that you don’t understand.

“H-hello?” you call out.

The singing stops and that’s when you see her. A woman with brown hair tinted with red and soft brown eyes. She wears a light blue dress shirt and a cream colored skirt going to just above her knees. It’s decorated with faeries and flowers. On her feet is a pair of black Mary Janes and dress socks. She gives a soft smile when she sees you.

“You’re awake.” There’s an accent in her voice, something Eastern European. She approaches the bed and sits on the edge. “How are you feeling, baby sister?”

“Umm.....a bit dazed and confused---wait, what did you call me?”

She gives a little giggle.

“Baby sister.”

You blink.

“Um....I’m not your baby sister.”

“Yes you are, at least you are now.”

You begin to feel confused and panicky.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Tetyana, but as my baby sister, you can call me Anya.”

“Were....were you the one who....who knocked me out?”

She sighs.

“I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. This world isn’t safe for you, baby sister...”

She reaches out and pets your head, something you don’t really mind.

“I want to be the one to protect you, and that’s what I intend to do.”

“I can defend myself just fine,” you assure her.

“I don’t want to risk it.” There’s a bit of firmness in her tone now. “You never know what sort of disasters lie out there waiting for you....here you are safe with your big sister.”

“Thanks for your concern,” you protest as calmly as possible. “But I’m perfectly capable of defending myself.

You try to sit up, but she pushes your head back onto the pillow.

“No,” she says. “Here is safe. Here is calm. Out there is not.”

You have to admit that she’s right about the second part. The lights aren’t too bright and it’s relatively quiet. 

“But.....why me?” you ask.

“Because....we’re very alike....I understand you; we both think differently from most.”

“Is that why it’s so dim and quiet here?”

Anya nods.

“Plus you’re also adorable.”

There’s one question that plagues your mind, but you’re not quite sure if you should ask.

“Eh, screw it,” you think.

“So, um....hypothetically, if I tried to escape you, what would happen?”

“Easy. I would simply take you back.”

“I’m a fast runner.”

“I bet you’re not as fast as your new big brother Erik. And anyway....”

She flattens out her hand and to your shock, a crystallized wisp appears.

“You’re.....you’re....”

Anya nods.

“Vid’ma....a witch....I’ve trained to protect my loved ones since I was ten.”

Her voice becomes especially firm now, firm enough to scare you.

“I’ve already lost my parents, and I worry I might lose Erik.....but I won’t lose you, baby sister. Ever.”

She makes the wisp disappear. 

“But if you intend to keep me here, why am I not tied up or anything?” you ask.

“Because I want to be able to trust you, baby sister. I won’t use restraints unless you prove to be difficult.”

That’s a slight relief to hear.

“Now....I bet you’re hungry. I’ll go prepare you something. Oh! Have you ever had chicken paprikash? It’s amazing, but it takes so long to prepare. How about some borscht? Do you like borscht, baby sister?”

“I-I’m not....hungry,” you insist.

“You’re going to be hungry eventually. And you need to eat. It’s good for you.”

She gives you a soft kiss on your head.

“Get some rest, baby sister. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

And with that, she heads out.

You sigh as you turn in the new bed. You never thought you’d be taken captive, let alone by a witch. Is there any chance of escape?

“I’ll just have to try, but I need a plan first....”

[I’m sorry if this isn’t all that great, but I really wanna introduce her to y’all. Lemme know if you want a second part. I can also do a romantic yandere plot with her, as she’s over 18.]

#tetyana malinovsky #yandere tetyana malinovsky #yandere tetyana malinovsky x reader #yandere tetyana malinovsky x autistic!reader #platonic yandere #ocs #oc fics #yandere oc #wanda maximoff

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Moya mriya (My dream) (Yandere!Tetyana “Anya” Malinovsky/Yandere!Iridescence x autistic!ADHD!reader) Part 2

*Not my GIF, but I wanted SOMETHING of her face canon smiling. Look at how cute she is!

Summary: You underestimated just how intense Anya’s love is for you, and now you’re learning it a bit too late. 

(CW: Hypnosis, in a way.)

Author’s Note: Hey. So the R key on my laptop officially broke....sorta. I can still type with it. It’s just uncomfortable. I’ve ordered a replacement, (I’m worried I won’t put it in properly and end up breaking it though, and it should be here on Monday. I still wanted to get something out for you all because I love the engagement you all give to my writing, and I wanna get my ideas out there. I can also type on my iPad, but I don’t use it too often for writing, so it could take some time to get used to.

An echoey humming brushes against your eardrums as you come to, softness against your skin.

As you open your eyes, you try to adjust your vision; everything’s so blurry and there’s not a lot of light. You’re not complaining about how dark the room is, but it’s still....odd. When your eyes adjust, the place you find yourself in looks like it came out of a fantasy world. A mural of a magical nighttime forest is painted around the walls and a starry sky on the ceiling, the stars almost seem to actually twinkle. The unicorns and faeries in the forest also seem to move, giving the impression that you’re actually in a magical forest. 

You try to sit up, but it feels as though your arms and back are made out of lead. The more you try to sit up, the heavier it feels. Finally you relent and stay down, your head on an unbelievably-soft pillow as the humming keeps brushing on your eardrums. You begin to drift off again...

==========================

Sometime later, you awaken to a feeling that someone is close to you. Opening your eyes and waiting for them to adjust, you then turn your head to the left to find someone lying on the bed, staring at you in absolute admiration and adoration with a smile. You gasp as you see her trademark shirt.

“A-Anya?!” you choke out.

She doesn’t answer right away. She just....stares. The adoration in her doe eyes is all too apparent to you, but it has a slightly....unnerving edge to it. 

“Hello there, moya mriya,” she sighs. “Did you sleep well?”

“Wha....what happened?”

“You fell asleep.”

You nod. “I figured that, but why am I here?”

“I brought you someplace safe. You think I was just going to leave you in that bookstore all by yourself? I’m sure you know me better than that.”

Well, you do, but still...

“You could’ve brought me to my apartment.”

“You don’t deserve to be there....you deserve better, moya mriya. I want you to live here with me.”

Hearing this you blink.

“What?”

“I said I want you to live here with me.

“But....but why?”

“It’s because I love you,” she tells you as she reaches behind her. “And I want the best for you, I truly do. And so, you deserve to have the best.”

Pulling out a necklace, she puts it on you with some struggle. Once it’s on, you take a look at it and you see a beautiful charm in silver shaped like a heart with a jewel shining all sorts of colors in the center. 

“What’s this?” you ask her.

“It’s a little gift I wanted to give you; an opal necklace. The crystal itself is associated with love and passion.”

“You use crystals?” 

“I’ve started to become interested in their benefits, I can say that much,” she says.

Interesting...

“Okay....so when can I leave?” you ask.

She tilts her head sadly.

“Why would you want to leave?”

You see a crystal glaze over your vision and you begin to feel drowsy. You can’t seem to hear anything else except for her voice, as she whispers gently in your ear.

“After all you love me, don’t you?”

Almost automatically you nod.

“And you know that I love you too.”

You nod once more.

“And you know I would go to the end of the universe for you, moya mriya... I also know you would do the same for me.”

“Yes I would,” you reply in a dreamy tone, beginning to feel relaxed.

Anya giggles as she fixes up the blankets.

“So why not stay here? Live with me? ”

You give this some thought and she’s right. There’s no reason why you should leave. After all this is the one you love so dearly and she loves you so much in return; the love between you two is unbelievable, like something out of a fairytale. Why live in that dingy old apartment any longer? It will be much better for you to stay with the one you love, your princess.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” you sigh contently.

Anya smiles sweetly.

“I knew you’d agree, moya mriya...”

She leans in and the two of you share a soft kiss. How wonderful it will be to live with her, just the two of you forever, for all of eternity. Who knows? Perhaps you two will move into a castle somewhere, live out your fairytale lives and live happily ever after. There’s always a happily ever after, after all. 

And now, you’re so enraptured by your fairy princess and the idea of being with her forever, you don’t even notice the crystal on your new necklace glowing....

#yandere tetyana malinovsky x reader #yandere tetyana malinovsky #yandere tetyana malinovsky x autistic!reader #tetyana malinovsky #yandere oc #wanda maximoff

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Her Sweet Little Gumdrop (Yandere!Platonic!Wanda Maximoff x Autistic!Child!Reader CATCF AU)

*Not my GIF, but OH MY GOD THE ACCENT IS BACK!

Summary: Throughout your whole life, you’ve been the unlucky one; you’re constantly picked on, no friends, low grades, even your family doesn’t seem to understand you too well, all because you’re the autistic kid. But when you win a ticket to tour the factory of your favorite candy company, 

(CW: Ableism, use of the r-slur, bruises/scrapes/cuts, sensory overload, drugging)

Author’s Note: I’m back on my Willy Wonka SI, sorta, due to a fanfic I’m writing, and I thought “damn, wouldn’t it be something if Wanda Maximoff was a candy maker?” I mean, she’d basically be Willy Wonka, let’s be honest. She has that capability.

Anywho...I decided why not? 

Also I’m considering on writing a long-term series. Not based on this, but based on the journalist-turned-superwitch imagine. This one.

You have never considered yourself lucky.

You’re just a poor child constantly picked on in school. No friends. Very little happiness. Low grades because you don’t understand the way the material is being given. So many bruises, scrapes, and cuts from falling and being pushed by your classmates because you’re the odd one out. The autistic kid. Almost every day after school, you go home and weep into your pillow, wishing that someone cared, that someone loved you.

What about your family? Well, it's not that they necessarily don’t care. They give you food, clothes, a roof over your head. They support you, to an extent. But you still don’t feel understood by them, so essentially you’re kind of alone.

The only source of happiness you have are two things; your notebook of ideas and your occasional trips to the candy shop to pick out a candy from your local candy company.

Maximoff Confectionaries, having resurfaced after briefly shutting its doors for the time; the motto? “Tastes Like Magic.” You’d pass by the gates, dreaming of getting to meet the mysterious one behind the magic. Your favorite is their famous Scarlet Sweets; gummy candies colored scarlet, but tasting like a different flavor each time you bite into it. One bite might be cherry jelly, the next might be apple pie, the next might be peppermint chocolate. Despite your autism, you do find this sense of unpredictability exciting, because you know it’s unpredictable, but temporary. You’ve fixated on this company since it reopened. The company inspired you to start writing down your own candy ideas, keeping them safe in a notebook you always have on your person.

Then one day, you hear some big news; the confectioner herself, Wanda Maximoff, has decided to allow five children to visit her factory. Five Scarlet Tickets have been hidden among five of her Maximoff Bars. The five lucky children would get a tour of the factory and a lifetime supply of Maximoff Confectionaries’ candy. 

Of course your eyes light up like the stars, despite your constant misfortune. You save up as much money as you can, but your chance slowly begin to dwindle.

One ticket is found.

Then the second.

The third.

The fourth.

Now you’re down to your last chance. You keep saving and buying....But your heart drops when you hear the news; the fifth ticket’s been found. All of your hope is gone. For the next few days, you’re in the dumps. You can’t bring yourself to get out of bed except to go to the bathroom. After some time, you finally manage to pull yourself out of the bed and go outside, when lo and behold, you find a bill on the ground outside. Looking around to make sure no one sees you, you pick it up and walk off. You decide to go to the local candy shop and purchase a few Maximoff Bars; maybe some chocolate will help you feel better. When you get outside of the candy store, you hear the news; the fifth ticket finding was a fraud!

“That means there’s still one out there somewhere!” someone gasps from the crowd forming by the newspaper stand.

You look down at the bars in your hands.

“Could it be....?” you wonder, your heart rising a bit as you move away from the stand, keeping your back to them.

Picking one at random, you slowly remove the wrapper. Your heart is pounding like mad as you hear the crinkle of the foil while you pull it back. You see the chocolate bar, no sign of scarlet yet. Just a little more.....

You can hardly bring yourself to breathe, your stomach is pinballing all over. You pull it back a little more.....

Wait!

Is that a glint of red?

Is it an illusion? 

Is it false hope?

You pull the foil all the way off.

No!

It’s there!

It’s really there!

The last Scarlet Ticket!

You want to scream in delight, but you realize---

“Hey! They found the last Scarlet Ticket!”

The crowd’s found out. They swarm you and almost immediately sounds, sights, smells, textures. People grabbing at you. Shouting in your ear. You can hardly make out what they’re saying. Your heart is beating a thousand miles a second and you soon make a break from them just before you have a meltdown/shutdown.

You dash back home, losing them some ways away, thankfully.

“Look, everyone! Look! I found it!” you cry out excitedly as you burst inside the house, waving around the key to your joy. “It’s the last Scarlet Ticket! I found it! It’s mine!”

They’re all in absolute disbelief as you read over the ticket. And then you realize that the date of the tour is tomorrow! You’re so excited that you can hardly sleep; however, the next morning, you discover that despite the ticket allowing you to choose a plus one, no one in your family’s able to go; they’re all too busy. And you don’t have any friends, so......

You have to go by yourself.

Clutching your ticket like your life depends upon it, you’re an absolute anxious wreck as you make your way to the factory; you excuse yourself past the others to get to the spot reserved for the other ticket winners and their plus ones, feeling overwhelmed by all of the noise. You put your noise-blocking headphones on, but one of the ticket winners snatches it off of your head. The other four play catch with them as you try to get them back while wondering why their parents aren’t stopping them, but the four drop them when they hear the town clock strike 10 am. 

You just barely hear the shattering of your headphones, but you clearly hear the shattering of your heart.

The door opens and there she is; Wanda Maximoff. She dons a scarlet velvet overcoat, a strange sort-of scarlet tiara in her ginger-auburn-brunette hybrid hair, black boots that go up to her knees, a black dress with a minimalist candy flower pattern, and a silver necklace with a giant scarlet gem in the center.

She approaches the gate with a friendly smile and beckons the five of you forward. The four others shove you to the ground to get to her and you feel more pain sear through body, prompting tears to form in your eyes. You manage to find your headphones. They’re cracked in two. Heart sinking, you pick them up and keep your head down as you slowly make your way to the back of the line, hearing a few snickers and whispers from some of the kids in the crowd.

“How did that retard manage to get that ticket?”

“I bet someone took pity on them and gave it to them.”

“Probably. What a loser.”

The tears begin to fall onto your face as the comments dig into your heart. You begin to wonder if you even deserve to be here.

“Why, it’s little (y/n) (y/l/n).”

Suddenly you hear a welcoming, low, gentle voice with a slight Eastern European accent. You glance up to see Miss Maximoff smiling kindly at you.

“I read all about you in the papers this morning. It’s so lovely to meet you. And where’s your family member?”

You shake your head as you present your ticket to her.

“No one was able to come, ma’am.”

She seems a bit taken aback by your formality as she takes it.

“What about a friend?”

You shake your head again.

“I don’t have any, ma’am.”

There are a few snickers and Wanda shoots a glare and a head tilt at the crowd before turning back to you, her face softening.

“I’m sure you’ll find a friend here,” she assures you, holding a hand out.

You’re hesitant, but you take it and she leads you to the others. You don’t want to let go of it. It feels so soft and welcoming. She leads you all inside to a coat wrack room. You all sign the contract with you trying to read the entire thing carefully, much to the chagrin of the other kids, but Miss Maximoff doesn’t seem to mind.

After that, you go through a strange door leading to a peculiar hallway that seems to be getting smaller. She flips open a piano on the door you’re standing around and plays a little tune.

“Rachmaninoff,” someone mutters.

You know that it’s Mozart.

But your attention is drawn to the chocolate room. So many sights and sounds, you begin to feel anxious. Next thing you know, you’re jostled around as the others rush off to who-knows-where. You grasp onto your broken noise-blocking headphones as you fall to the ground; eventually you split off to a small and less overstimulating area, covering your ears and rocking while the others practically decimate the chocolate room.

Miss Maximoff seems to notice you as the odd one out and goes over to you, sitting close to you, but still allowing you your personal space.

“It’s a lot to take in, I know,” she assures you. 

She spies your broken noiseblockers.

“What are these?” Though tone’s not your specialty, she makes it clear that the question is out of genuine curiosity and kindness. You explain to her what you know about being autistic and how those help block out sound and even mention how they’ve been one of the things that’s gotten you picked on.

“How did they end up like this?”

You glance away, reluctant to snitch on the other ticket winners. She seems to understand, and takes the noiseblockers. With her magic, she fixes them up. and gives them back to you.

“There. Good as new.”

You gasp in shock, your eyes sparkling with surprise. You tear up and squeal quietly while thanking her with a hug.

At that moment, something in Wanda clicks as she gently hugs you back; a maternal instinct to the highest degree and beyond. It’s been nagging at her since she first saw you, but now this has sent it over the edge. Such a poor, sweet, innocent, adorable child being beaten down by the world, seemingly left to fend for yourself. Not any longer, she’s decided. You’re gonna be her child.

Of course since this is following CATCF, one of the kids decides to take a taste of the room’s chocolate river and goes splash. You get scared, but Miss Maximoff reassures you that it’ll be okay, they’ll be fine. (She doesn’t know if they will, but she sends one of her workers to try to get them out of the boiler anyway.)

While the others go through the psychedelic tunnel with a few of her workers, she takes you through somewhere much more pleasant; a candy meadow with sheep and unicorns, letting you stop and taste whatever you wish. She can’t help but giggle at how taken in and excited you are by all of this. Finally you get to the Inventing Room and---oh! one of the kids has turned into a blueberry. You’re both terrified and intrigued, but that person gets rolled out quickly to the Juicing Room. Miss Maximoff assures you that they will be fine. (Even though she’s not sure herself as she sends some workers to dejuice the kid; it breaks her heart to see you upset and scared, but it also reminds her of just how helpless and lonely you are.)

The person who broke your noise-blockers is offed next when you go see the squirrels (or geese if you wanna go for the 1971 movie) and the one who took them to begin with is offed in the TV room. Then you’re the only one left. There was one moment that you’d snuck off and taken something you weren’t supposed to have, but that’d been eating you up and you give it back to her with tears in your eyes. (Because I’m not gonna recreate the half-office scene where Wonka yells at Charlie, you’ve suffered enough) She knows you’re the right child to help her run the factory.

“I’d love to stay, but I need to get back home, ma’am,” you tell her sadly. 

“But you haven’t gotten your prize yet,” she tells you.

You shrug.

“Today was a prize enough, ma’am.”

Her heart breaks and melts upon hearing this, and she begins to panic, desperate to keep you, but suddenly she comes up with an idea. She uses her magic to conjure up a Scarlet Sweet.

“Please, at least have some candy before you go.”

You know your parents told you never to accept candy from strangers, but technically you already did when you came to the factory because that was part of the prize. One more can’t hurt, right? You shrug and hold out your hand, sweet little you not suspecting any ulterior motives as she gives it to you; you pop it in your mouth and swallow it.

Suddenly you begin to feel sleepy and give a cute little yawn. Your eyelids flutter and you stumble a bit. You reach towards her for support and she gently takes ahold of you, conjuring up a sensory-friendly blanket for you and wrapping you in it.

“It’s okay, little (y/n),” she whispers softly to you as she picks you up. “I’ll take care of you from now on....."

As you drift into dreamland, Wanda’s mind is planning up a storm. Lifting you up, she takes you deeper into the factory, where she plans to make a sort-of safe room/bedroom for you. She goes through your mind to discover just what’s sensory-friendly to you and what isn’t. She wants to make sure you’re not uncomfortable. Your family will likely come looking for you eventually, but she’s a very powerful witch; she can make sure they believe it’s okay. Besides they don’t deserve you anyways; none of them could be bothered to come with you today, to take a few hours out of their day to enjoy this tour with you. It’s only fair that you be taken care of by someone who would make time for you.

Yes. You.

Her sweet little gumdrop....

“.....You’ll never feel unloved ever again....”

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