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figurants still exist even during commercials break | agatha harkness

synopsis: You are lucky. At least, that's what you've spent your whole life believing. After the blip, seeing what the world has become, you finally understood: you were a witch. Afraid of what that meant, you decided to isolate yourself. It would be safer for everyone. You just didn't think you would end up in a sitcom. Or that you wouldn't be the only person to realize that. [6K]

warnings: agatha fantasize about killing you (you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid). mutual hate to reluctant allies to future lovers. sunshine x grumpy. murder (but only if you really think about it. so just don't). reality stone powers. what if... manifesting was a power. probability control. post-blip. discovering powers. blue magic!reader. reader is pretty much a reckless being to the point there is a borderline suicide attempt. curse words. female!reader. wanda maximoff. pietro maximoff (dead). geraldine (monica rambeau). dottie (sarah proctor).

Some people have difficult lifes. Some people need to work hard and don't even get what they want. Some people always lose. Don't matter what they do, don't matter how much they try. Of course you feel terrible sorry for them. You just can't relate.

You don't have the time to count how many times you heard stories about people hating their new haircut. That must be sooo awful. Or that myth that some people don't like how they look in front of a dressing room mirror. And imagine how painful it must be to break a nail.

You can't even imagine how complicated this might be. Life is just... easier for you. You collect coincidences, are best friend with chance, can guess the writings of fate. What else can you say? You're lucky. Very, very lucky.

Yes, you don't know how it feels to miss a bus. And yes, you quickly got a new, better job everytime you got fired. And yes, it's true, you are guilty. At least if having what you want, how you want it, when you want it is considered a crime.

But apparently you are not that lucky.

Because all those things... they don't really matter. Your life wouln't end if you got one or two B grades at school. And breaking a nail probably isn't that painful. At least you think so. Having a bad haircut must be a... humble experience. Working in a horrible job because money is the only thing that separates you from death must be a traumatic lifestyle, but you can do it. You can. Yes, you totally can.

There was only one moment that you needed to be lucky — you didn't want to, you didn't prefer if you were, you had to. You needed to be lucky, you needed to. And in the only moment that really mattered... all that lucky just vanished.

And it only took one snap.

In a moment, you were trying on the earrings you saw through a shop window. Swarovski. You didn't intend on buying it, dear lord, you just wanted to see how they would look on you. Black swans in pavé on two-centimeter pearls. They cost more than half your salary.

And when you turned around to ask if you could try on the white swan pair, all you saw was an abandoned storefront.

There were no more display windows, no more sparkling crystal, no more saleswomen with bright smiles and elegant attitudes. There were no other customers, no mirrors, no white light. No furniture, no movement, no life. Empty. Countertops smeared with dust. Sheets covered the display cases, but dim light filtered through them.

That must be a weird dream. You pinched yourself and the pain surprised you. You could hear your heartbeat, feel your hair tickling your face and your mouth drying. Awake. Alive.

You guess that, well, that mean those earrings... are yours now?

Slowly, you walked to the locked door. The moment you grabbed the dusty doorknob it broke in your hand and the door opened by itself. The light blinded you when you left the store.

Everything was different. Completely different. It wasn't in that street you walked on earlier. These cars... you've never seen anything like this before. And why is it getting dark? You were on your way to work, it's still early. Why it is so dark out of sudden?

Then you noticed the powder... no. Not powder. This was different. These particles came together and in moments there was a person in front of you.

You... No. No. That's not happening. You're not... Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. Your heart began to ache in your chest, your heartbeats deafened you, your mind no longer knew what to imagine.

Horns woke you up. You were in the middle of the street. Have you been walking? You don't remember moving. You tried to cross the avenue, but there were so many cars. Some managed to stop, causing others to hit their rear. Some drivers swerved to the side and ended up hitting other cars.

When you reached the sidewalk, there was only chaos left behind you. And you didn't have a single scratch.

You're lucky, you always knew that, but this... This is not a coincidence. This is not chance. Something is really wrong.

It didn't took you that long to understand what happened. Five years for others, mere seconds for you. For days you felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. But there was one thing that kept you on your feet. One thing that stopped you from going batshit crazy.

Your luck. Or, well, something else. Entirely. You can't call it luck anymore. It's a Thing. A Thing that helps you, that protect you, that shapes the world around you.

Little by little, you started to notice things. How you never got sick. How you don't remember feeling pain. You just don't. Nothing bad really happened to you. Your life wasn't perfect, and certainly you don't enjoy being blipped for five years, but before that nothing bad happened to you.

And the world has changed a lot. Its been so long since powerful people started to show up. And you saw somethings. They were really so different between one another, from a nordic deity to a rich genius, but they were more than normal people. And since you come back, you think you might be more too.

So you made a decision. And you assume it was reckless. You assume it may have gone really wrong. But you never were know by your caution.

You started to test that Thing. You started to try it out. To play with its limits. To see at what point it would stop working. At what moment it would break.

You crossed the street without looking. Let knives fall towards your feet. Went to places without knowing how you would get out of there. Ignored police warnings. Touched bloodstained blades. Walked towards the subway stop. Took off your belt during turbulence in the plane.

You did everything you could, but it just wasn't enough. Not enough to prove that something wrong was happening to you. So you did something else. Something stupid. Something so uterly reckless that it was borderline a suicide attempt. Something that, if you survived, would mean that you were right.

You had no idea it was so easy to climb over the railing of a bridge and hang over the river. Shouldn't it have some kind of protection? What if someone tried to do something to themselves?

You hesitated. You prayed. And then you jumped.

In your defense...

You have none.

Except that you didn't fell into the water.

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Westview wasn't on Agatha's initials plans. She didn't plan on going to a bankrupt small town in the middle of nowhere. Agatha could be anywhere, doing anything, but she sensed it. The power. The desolation. The inexperience.

It was such a strong presence it seemed like a trap. Agatha couldn't help but to give it a chance. The reward was worth the risk.

When she saw the hex, Agatha couldn't help but feel hunger. Crossing the deep layer that separed the town from the rest of the world, Agatha was able to read the signs. Read the project signature so to speak. That made her giggle in antecipation.

Agatha got so melancholic when Thanos snapped and Wanda Maximoff was turned to dust. She had so much potential. Within good condition and time, Wanda could grow. She could become stronger, wiser, effective. Agatha always wanted to drein it from her.

Now she has the chance.

And that's how she became Agnes, the nosy neighbor. She enjoyed the black & while aesthetic, and its been long since Agatha got the chance to have fun with her prey. Pretending to help Wanda with her special dinner, Agatha settle everything for her to fail. For her to wake up from this humiliating dream and left those stupid things behind.

She assumes that making Mrs. Hart beg for Wanda to stop was a little too much. Agatha thought she needed to be abrupt, sudden, but it's not the case. That dinner was too much. Agatha needs to be more subtle, more unerving.

There was the moment she came up with Dottie. Intimidating, but not violent. Assertive, but not too aware of her surroundings. Confrontational, but too busy to focus on something.

Dottie was the perfect character to ruin Wanda's ilusion. It was suppossed to create just the right amount of fear and anxiety to make Wanda stop that bullshit. It was suppossed to be the end of Agatha's struggle and the beginning of Wanda's. It was suppossed to be so many things.

But you.

Disobedient, friendly, conciliatory you.

"We only have a few hours until show time", Dottie picked on Wanda's distraction as quickly as she could. Such a great pawn. "So a little less cross chatter and a little more focus."

Wanda tried to hide her embarrass. When she was about to say something, you placed your glass on the table, drawing everyone's attention to you.

"I agree with Geraldine. Those are some really nice pants, dear", you smiled to Wanda. Looking at Dottie, your smile seem to grow even bigger. "Please, go on, Dottie. It's an honor to count with you to bring a smile to those little boys and girls. For the children."

"For the children", the women spoke in unison. Except by Wanda, who was followed by a laugh track. The same thing happened during the round of palm.

Whenever Dottie was about to make Wanda uncomfortable, you found a away to step in. You pest. You kept on smiling at the wrong moment, reassuring Wanda whenever she couldn't understand a social clue, making Dottie laugh and lose track of what she was saying.

Agatha was so close of snapping your neck. She could see life escaping from your eyes, your warm blood against her skin, your pain emanating until there were no you anymore. Agatha didn't care if you weren't her target, if she wouldn't take any power from you: she wanted to see you dead.

But Wanda would notice your abscence on this stupid nightmarish town.

So Agatha tried to stop you. To lure you into being quiet, into being mean to Wanda, into saying you needed to go. Apparently Wanda's desire for you to be the kind, young neighbor was too strong. Perhaps Agatha thought too little of her.

What Agatha didn't know was that she'd also underestimated you.

As soon as Wanda wasn't near she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a more private place. "Stop talking", Agatha said through her teeth. "And don't be near Wanda."

Your smile was filled with distrust, but she didn't notice it. "Sure, Agnes", your sweet words were almost replaced by an incredulous laugh, but you managed to hold back. You blinked to her, still into your character. "As you wish."

You watched as that lying bitch went closer to whisper something on Sarah's ear. No. You have to make sure to remember to call them by their fake names. So you watched as that lying bitch whispered something on Dottie's ear.

You did as Agnes — or whatever her name is — said, but not because she could control you. You did it because you had a lot of questions, and you knew that being subtle was your only way to maybe get some answers.

You're getting to know Wanda. Trying to understand if she has control of what is happening. If she even understands what she's doing. Wanda is a hero. She saved so many, fought so much, lost more than someone should ever. Your know that someone must be controling her. Using her. You just don't understand for what.

But why that fucker was pretending to be part of that town? Agnes wasn't here before. She wasn't here even at the time this whole magic trap started. Why did she entered the town? What did she expect to get from here? Why she is stronger than your neighbors?

Agnes isn't the only intruder. Geraldine also is not from here, but she don't seem to get a say into what happens. Agnes ordered you to do what she wanted, Geraldine seem like someone trying to get information. While one treated you like a brain-washed puppet ready to obey, the other tried to understand why you were in this situation.

And honestly, you also don't really know. At the time it seem like a wise decision. But now... Now it just looks like you're unlucky. And you never thought you would believe such a thing.

Your powers were the reason why you runaway from NYC. Not even a million dollars would made you stay there, not now that you are so sure you have powers. It would be only a matter of time for you to end up drawing atention. This city looks like it has magnets to super villains. You didn't want to fight anyone, to be part of any group, to fear for you and your loved ones safety.

Moving on was great. You got your house in such a great deal. And in Westview you can really breath in. The world is crumbling, the blip made everything worse, but there... There you feel like a person, not like a being that lost five years of your life. You felt a little bit less empty.

You planted blue lilies. You didn't know you had a talent for gardening, it was a nice surprise. Sarah Proctor and her daughter welcomed you with chocolate cake and cherries. Your favorite. For the first time in your life you bought a welcome mat. Sharon — now Mrs. Hart — became your gossip buddy.

It was nice there. Westview was a good place to grow up and rest a little bit. You would even say it was perfect. Until it happened.

At first you thought it was just a weird sensation. You had weird dreams, dreams that looked like someone else's memories. It was entering in rooms someone had just left. Or knowing that someone is just waiting for you to get out of a room to enter it. It was words that didn't felt like yours, actions that didn't felt like yours, clothes that didn't felt like yours.

You felt trapped, but couldn't see your jail. Today you woke up after a nightmare that wasn't yours, put on clothes you never saw, and walked towards a neighbors meeting you didn't know would happen. And in that moment, when you saw Wanda entering the club area all your neighbors were silently waiting for her, you woke up.

You could hear Wanda whispering into your mind. Sending you directions of what to do, what to say, what to think. After you started to help Wanda you could also hear Agnes' instructions, normally going against Wanda's ones. They wanted different things from you. Wanda wanted empathy, Agnes wanted you away from the avenger.

So you gave them both what they wanted.

You didn't talk to Wanda for the rest of the meeting or got near her. But whenever you felt that she was scared, or uncomfortable, you just did something to draw atention to you. Dropped a glass, spoke louder than you should, fell into the pool.

For Wanda, you were the comic relieve she needed. For Agnes, you kinda of behaved.

"Wanda", Dottie called the redhead when she was almost getting out of the pool area. Wanda came back with a bright smile and anxious eyes. "You were selected to clean the area today."

"I'm so lucky to help", Wanda's smile got even bigger. So obviously fake. "Who else will help me?"

"No one", Dottie blinked. "It's work for one woman."

"I can help", you raised your hand. "Two brains are better than one, and four hands get the job done."

Before anyone could speak, you felt arms getting intertwined with yours. Agnes gave your forearm a gentle squeeze, her flashy smile catching your attention. "Haven't you agreed on helping me with my presentation? If I depended on Ralph's help I know for sure that everything would just explode."

You forced an sweet laugh, pretending to know what she's talking about. "Sorry, Wanda. But the next time you're selected, I gonna help you for sure."

"It will be soon", Dottie whispered. "Now you both should finish your own presentation. And don't forget-"

"For the children", you three shouted at the same time.

That made Dottie relax a little bit. Poor, Sarah. It may be something your mind made up, but you see melancholia on her eyes. She must be so scared. If everyone here can also hear Wanda's instructions and nightmares, than she's also so tired.

Will the Avengers came to help? Will they save everyone and defeat whoever is controling Wanda? Do they even know this is happening?

What can you do? What should you do?

Agatha started walking, what made you do the same. You kept yourself quiet, unsure if this curse made Westview' citizens stay in their character even if they are away from Wanda. You forced a smile, just in case.

"I'm guessing Ralph isn't a helpful..."

Agatha held your wrist, her nails marking into your skin. "Quiet", she ordered. You chose to do as she said. And you did it with a smile.

Walking throught the neighborhood, Agatha didn't even knew she was making you a favor. You spend the last days locked into the same scenario, and just now you could understand what was happening to your brain. With Agatha forcing you to follow her, she gave you the chance to see how things are going.

Even without Wanda near, all your neighbors acted how they were suppossed to. Infinite smiles, chores done perfectly, key phrasew repeating here and there. But the more you walk, the more haunted this town seems. The more lifeless it is.

And when you almost thought this all may be just a bad dream, Agatha pulled you against a wall. Surprised, you didn't knew how to react when she grabbed you by your chin.

"Wanda worked a lot on you." Her eyes glowed with a deep purple tone. Her hands were warm against your skin. "So obedient to her, so difficult to work with." Agatha looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to keep on looking at her, but you did it anyway. "I'll love to break you."

Before you could open your mouth, she touched your forehead and a electric wave passed through your body. When you opened your eyes again, Agatha was still in front of you. But her eyes, her forest green eyes, were lifeless.

And with a certainty you never expected to have you just knew: Agatha was into your mind. You could feel her wandering. Exploring. Trying to find a breaking point hidden inside of you and destroy it.

And you just couldn't just let her do whatever she wanted to you.

You didn't knew how your magic works. You don't know if you can be considered a witch. All you know is that reality bends towards your needs and desires. So you did the only thing that has always worked for you.

You thought about what you want to happens. You desired it with all your being, closed your eyes and begged to have what is yours, and waited. So you waited.

And before you could say hocus pocus, Agatha blinked. She spend a few seconds just looking around, completely lost. It remember you of all the times as kid where you woke up in your bed, so scared and confused because you had slept on the couch.

"I was", Agatha dry tone come out. Not those high pitches she uses to appear friendly, her real voice. It was so different. So mature and certain. "What was I doing?"

"I thought you were about to kiss me", you still used your fake tone. "I'm not Ralph, sweetie!"

Agatha stared at you, but this time you didn't feel threaned. You just felt seen. She looked at every detail, not caring about the time she was wasting. Agatha analized your eyes, looking deep into your soul. Her gaze seem to carress your skin, shivers went down your spine. Agatha eyes landed on you mouth for a second, and then came back to your eyes.

"Yes." Agatha like she has touched something secured and received a chock. "You're nothing like him." It wasn't a fight nor a battle, but she felt like she lose one. "What are you?"

Something glimpsed in your eyes, Agatha was sure she seem it. Did her little tricky woke you up from Wanda's magic? But at the moment she was sure something happened to you, that same bright smile came back to your face. "Clearly not Ralph", your forced laugh hurted Agatha's ear.

Agatha made you follow her, but this time she didn't felt the need to be violent. Her silence wasn't a threat, but a sign that she was thinking. Maybe Wanda is stronger than she thought. Maybe she was able to create a protection barrier in some of her play things.

But that does not change what she saw in your life yes. When Agatha made sure Dottie would behave, for a few minutes she saw pure fear. Dottie tried everything to get help, then everything to get away from her. But you... She didn't saw fear.

She saw determination.

When you both got near to your house, right in front of Wanda's, everything was normal again. Neighbors talking more, their gestures making sense, their eyes not showing any emotion. Wanda must be at her house now, so life quickly decided to follow her steps.

At your doorframe, you took the keys from your pockets and unlocked the door. "Do you already know what you will do for the talent show? I'm really good with flowers, but I don't think it can be of any help."

"I won't do anything", Agatha didn't noticed she answered you. A few minutes before she would ignore you, but this time she just talked back. "See you in the next scene."

When you closed your door, you locked it really slowly. When nothing happened, you breathe in and tried to calm yourself. Everything is okay. You can do it.

You need to.

On her way out of the entrance of your house, Agatha noticed the blue lilies — they were black and white, but Agatha knows they're blue just as she knows that Wanda's flowers are red and hers are purple.

It wasn't just a fabricated line. You really are good with flowers.

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Your usually don't notice the decades changing.

The last time it happened everything was still black and white and you could hear laugh tracks from inside your house. You thought you were on a Lucy episode, the moment you realized it wasn't the case was when you found pants on your wardrobe.

Althought Wanda changed everything — and you have a theory that she does it at her sleep, not even aware of what is happening —, you still found little ways to retain your autonomy wherever it happened.

Like those pants. Their tissue was too thick, it didn't feel nice. You prefer when it is more silky. So you put them on your wardrobe and closed the doors, imagining what you wanted them to be.

When you opened it again, they were perfect.

Your powers don't look like the witch movies you grew up watching, nor with the things you know Wanda can do. You don't cast spells, no one taugh you magic, you don't have black cats waiting for you at your house. But you do have a way with changing reality.

And, yes, it can be seen as a selfish act. Like when your hair was cut during your sleep. You took a bath and your hair grew while you washed it. Easy, peasy. Mostly selfish, but you also use it to help your neighbors.

You restored your neighbors clothes. You know it worked because you saw Sarah using her worn out mom jeans at her bedroom during the 60's. And you also shut Wanda's mind. Now they can have dreamless sleeps. All those horrible nightmares now are only hers. And yours.

Wanda has a lot of them. About her parents, her brother, her husband. She's always suffering, remembering her bombered country, her days at Hydra, her moments with the Avengers. A monster after another, a death after another.

You could feel melancholy taking over your body, rising like static through your legs and freezing your mind. It is impossible to speak, move, change something. It's disabling. Is this how Wanda feels?

Is this how Wanda always feels?

You wanted to be able to help her, to fix everything, but you never have a chance to be alone with her. Maybe if you could only talk to her, not playing a character or trying to fool her, you can do something. Just a genuine sign of kindness, of care, of worry. A friend. Maybe this all she needs. A good friend.

But they are always following her. Vision — you were so sure he died, but now you don't know if you can trust the things you heard —, Dottie, Mrs Hart. Geraldine. She is still a question mark for you, but you feel she have good intentions. But it wasn't just them. It would be so easier to make them go away. The real problem is Agnes.

You're sure she's plotting something. You know that. Maybe there is someone hidden in this town and Agnes is using Wanda's powers to found them. Maybe she's dreining her. Or she's being paid to do that. You wished you were smarter. Than you may have already found a way to stop her.

But what can you do? What could you ever do to those help people? You don't know how to fight, how to protect you, how to protect them. You don't even really know what exactly you are. What scares you is... what if this is all you can do? What if this is your best? That all you are able to do is make them sleep better at night?

That night you went to be wishing for someone to taugh you how to use your magic. You desired it with all your heart. And in some ways your wish was granted. But not how you wanted. Not how you expected.

It was as easy to noticed when it changed to the 70's as to hear the babies' crying from Wanda's house. When you got there, accompanied by your closest neighbors, the next hour where the scariest of your life. You've never felt so uncomfortable, small, impotent. And you have your reasons to be sure about it:

1) Wanda wasn't pregnant the day prior her labor;

2) Those babies were way older than just a few hours;

3) Geraldine was at her house and now she is nowhere to be found;

4) You have a husband.

And that is way more than you can take. Isn't enough all the anguish you're going through enough? All this concern, fear, hopelessness? Apparently you are the only person that could do something, but you can't and this is killing you. And now this. This!

He followed you everywhere. Talked to everyone. Held Billy and Tommy while implying that you both would be the next couple to have kids. He even tried to kiss you!

And no matter when it was finally night and you went to your house: he kept on following you. Calling you love. You did all you could, screamed at him and slapped him across the face,but it never worked: he ate dinner with you, walked around your house with you, went to sleep with you.

His snoring kept you awake all night.

You knew that being subtle was the best choice, but your bondaries have been crossed a long time ago and now you can't take it anymore. That's enough.

"My husband will dissappear", you murmured to yourself. You kept on saying this again, and again, and again. A new mantra, your own way to fall asleep.

You had a dream, and in this dream you were a witness.

You saw two kids. They were young, their faces so rounded, you couldn't help but to smile. They were watching something, a old soap opera where someone finally revealed their true identity. One of the kids, the little boy with naive eyes, gasped so loud you almost got scared.

You only looked at her when the little boy stared at the other side of the couch. Somehow you knew that he wanted a confimation that this was really as surprising as he thought. But when you looked at the redhead girl, all you saw was a blank expression.

She wasn't bored. You knew that. She was just sad. Filled with melancholy, she glared at the TV but didn't really payed attention.

The little boy got up. He was what, four eyes old? Maybe five. He left the room, keeping the sad girl even more apathetic on her seat. Time passed, the commercials started, and when the boy came back he was holding a glass.

"Your happy juice", said the kid. He reached for his sister, waking her up from her daydreaming.

"What?"

"You are sad", the boy explained. She took the glass from him, it was so full some drops fell on the couch. "And you always smile when you drink your juice. I want to see you happy again."

"Thank you", the girl smiled, and it reached her whole face. It was like a breeze passed through her, taking all the sadness with it. She drank everything in two big sips. "Now lets clean the mess you made at the kitchen, Pietro."

You woke up with tears running down your cheeks. You touched them, your hands trembling against your face, and imagined Wanda doing the same thing.

With lights turned on, you saw that you were alone. Barefeet, you wandered around your house. No one was there. You were alone. Just like Wanda. Lonely, confused, hurt.

Back in your room, you saw by your window that Wanda's bedroom. And you saw the lights turned on.

You didn't planned anything when you get out of your house and runned towards hers. You just knockes on the door, using all your strenght, and screamed her name until your throat ached.

Wanda was in need of a friend. A true one. And you can be that person. You can be her person.

When someone touched your shoulder, all did was shiver. "What do you think you're doing?" Agatha was right behind you, so close you could feel her warmth.

You tried to clean the tears marking your face. "I had a nightmare", you whispered. You couldn't think of a good lie, so you told her a half truth.

Agatha sighed. She's getting tired of this mess Wanda created. Nightmares, really? She should've be able to control them. "Come with me", she ordered.

You didn't move an inch.

Before you could even understand what was happening, something pulled you. Not a hand, not a body. Looking down, you saw a purple energy around your waist. It made you float, following Agatha as she walked towards your house.

She only let you free in your living room. You fell on the couch and immediately try to go back to Wanda's house. Without even looking at you, Agatha locked the front door. "Don't try me, sweetie."

Agatha touched the photos hanging on your wall. Real photos, with real people. She touched your friends smiles, pouted at your childhood friends, slid her fingers throught your degree. Her eyes land on a photo of you in front of the house you're in now.

"Damn", Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "You're new here? How unlucky you need to be so this happens right when you move in?"

You didn't answer her. Agatha turned her head, glaring at you on your nightgown. "It will end soon. Don't worry so much."

You swallowed hard. "Why do you say that?"

Agatha noticed your voice wasn't a high pitch. No pretty words, pretty expressions. Just you, with traces of tears on your face and a real question. "She will be done soon."

"And when will you be done?"

Agatha crossed her arms. "You're a really talktive puppet", she got closer to you. Agatha was taller than you, and she seen stronger too. You felt vulnerable under her watch, but not scared. You don't have time for that anymore. "You really will never behave?"

You breath in, closed your eyes, and gave her the best smile you could. "I need to sleep, Agnes. Good night, girl!"

Without giving her time to say something, you went up the stairs. You don't want her at your house, touching your things, messing with your life. You entered your room, turned off the lights, and when you were about to lay down her voice came back to haunt you.

"Where's your husband?" Agatha asked you.

Fuck.

"On the bathroom."

"No. He's not." Agatha pointed at the open door. "Where's he?"

"Well, I-", you sttutered. You never did that before, and Agrha noticed it. Agatha understood it. "He must be doing something in the garage. You know, men and their endless projects."

Agatha smiled at you. "Sure." She turned around, and you turned your back to her. You heard the sound of the door closing, the silence lingered, but you knew. Agatha was still there. This stupid chase reached its end. "What's your coven?"

You sighed and sat down on the bed. Agatha managed to see you, without any trace of acting or pretending. She saw your tiredness, frustration, impatience. You tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your eyes. "I have no idea what that means."

Purple cables attached themselves to your limbs. They were made of the same energy that forced you to return home. They pulled you, stretching your members, glowing against your skin. "Who are you?"

"Oh, don't you know?" Even though it was the worst thing to do, you provoked her. "You couldn't find anything in my mind, witch? Was that what you did to Wanda? Did you mess with her head so you could control this town?"

Agatha stepped closer to you. Instead of screaming at you, using her magic to hurt you, she did something pretty simple. She laughed. At you. "You think that was me?"

"You're using Wanda."

"Oh, sweetie", Agatha held you by your chin. Even with all the lights off, her eyes seen to shine. She carressed your skin. "Your hero is the one doing that. I'm only trying to stop her."

"No", you defended her. "Wanda would never do that."

"Can you tell me who's nightmare woke you up then? Who's desires are being attended by this act? Who's dead husband is alive?" Agatha touched your hair gently. "Done thinking already? I gonna give one more chance of saying the truth. Who are you?"

There was nothing you could do. No wish that would change Agatha's memory. That was the end of his little theatrics. And if this really is the end, you will not die in despair. You won't die begging. If this is the end, then so be it.

"You already know my name. If you want to know what I am, I won't be able to give you that answer. I don't know what I am. I can't cast spells, no one taught me magic. I don't even know what is happening here. So if you want to kill me, just do it already."

With your eyes closed, you were at peace. No one could say you didn't try. That you didn't want to change the situation for the better. Waiting for pain, the mercy of a quick pain or the sadism of a slow one, the strands of energy disappeared. Slowly you fell onto the bed, the feeling was like waking up from a bad dream.

When you opened your eyes, Agatha had her hand outstretched to you. You hesitated, but accepted the touch. She helped you sit down, and it was impossible to silence the question. "You're not going to kill me, Agnes?"

"Agatha", she corrected you. It was a pretty name. "You want to save this city, don't you?" Agatha asked. That was the first time you felt like she actually cared about the answer.

"More than anything."

"Good." Agatha breath in. "So help me make Wanda wake up from this scripted nightmare. Make it end and you will have your town back. As well as your life."

You blinked a few times. "Why are you offering me this?"

"The people of this city are useless to me. Their life or death doesn't hurt me or make me happy. I don't strive to hurt them in the same way I don't strive to save them. But I need Wanda to wake up. For her understand reality. Be my partner, do what I ask, and your life will be yours again. I think offering you this is a purely logical decision", Agatha extended her hand to you with the intention of sealing this contract. "Or maybe this is just your lucky day."

You didn't know if that was a genuine response from Agatha or her desire manifesting itself. You didn't know if Agatha cared about Wanda, if she was trustworthy, if what she promised you was true. You didn't know who Agatha was, what she wanted, how she would treat you. You didn't know so much.

Lucky day. Yeah, that part kind of makes sense.

You shook Agatha's hand. "We have a deal."

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Imagine comforting your mother Wanda:

"Mama?"

"Hi baby." Wanda smiled despite the tear that rolled down her cheek. "Don't be afraid, it's okay." What was she doing? She was scaring you, your eyes wide, then softening. She was ruining your universe, your perception of her, your relationship. She fell to her knees before you, coming to a heartbreaking conclusion: nothing mattered anymore, but you. She had to stop before it was too late, before she scarred every single version of you. She thought she needed you, and she does, more than anything in the world, just not in her universe. She knelt before you. You looked exactly as she'd left you: absolutely perfect. Your mother, whatever version of her that may be, loved you, took care of you, as she'd done with her own. The only thing hurting you now was her, that much she knew. She had to get out of here, fix this mess, but her body wouldn't budge. It wanted to be in your presence for a few more seconds, that's all.

"I could never be afraid of you." You wiped the tears from her cheeks, cupping her face in yours. This was not your mother. This woman, so much like her, was gaunt, her face sunken, her eyes exhausted. She looked as if she'd looked death in the eyes too many times. She looked worn and fragile. You hurt for her, this woman, you ached for her. She was looking for someone who didn't exist, her own child. You weren't sure how you knew this, but looking at her, holding her, it was a feeling you couldn't get rid of. She would have done anything for them. She would have sacrificed as all mothers should: she would have killed for her child, she would die for them. This was killing her, this journey, this chase. It was killing her. There was no child in the end, no one to call her mama, but you. She wasn't your mother, not exactly, but you felt like you knew her a long time ago and that was enough. She needed this. She needed you. "I love you."

"I love you, I always will."

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Bewitched (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

It’s a drabble night, y’all. Apologies for any mistakes, I’m... intoxicated.

Warning: Sexual activities, mildly toxic use of magic?

No taglist cuz I’m not trying to blow up notifications

-X-

Hips canting tirelessly, the sound of skin and breathless moans filled the shared space, salt clinging to your lips as hot breath bathed your face. Purple flared across sweaty flesh, droplets turning to stars shining through the dark. Nails scored the pale hips you gripped desperately, bursts of energy and power driving you farther – harder.

The moment you started to falter, hips jerking irregularly as muscles cramped and ached from exertion, another lick of purple would shove it all away and you’d become anew, vigorously dragging the witch trapped beneath you headfirst into another orgasm. Most people would find it odd, maybe even abusive, to keep your body in that state for so long but they didn’t understand.

Stopping was not an option in your mind.

Not when such a glorious creature was splayed out on the bed, head bracketed by your forearms and a leg tucked around your bare waist, whining like a cat in heat. Needy, desperate…

Guttural.

Agatha’s hands found purchase in your tresses, clutching them in a vice grip that would’ve made someone lesser wince, but it only served to fuel the fire burning low in your belly.

“-‘m close,” Agatha hissed, eyes alight as she tumbled faster toward her latest orgasm.

Catching her parted lips in a searing kiss, you swallowed her pleasured cries as ecstasy rippled through her veins, her magic a blossoming kaleidoscope of purples across the black walls.

“Bewitching,” you mumbled, feeling her lips curl into a familiar grin against yours. “I am nothing more than a fly trapped in your web.”

“And what a tasty fly you are,” she purred, arching into your sluggish thrusts with purpose. “I think I’ll keep you forever.”

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas ✵BONUS✵

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): yes i know it’s a 6 foot door and this tree is at least 8 ft but i’m not asking for advice i’m asking for help

Word Count: 2.2K

Story Description: There's only so much grief and pain that a person can take, and Wanda had enough to last her various lifetimes. But losing the person she loves the most sends her into a spiral of despair that makes her do unimaginable things.

Fandom: Marvel/Wandavision

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: it's a bit sad not gonna lie

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Perfect Glitchy Life

It’s no secret that everyone grieves in a different way.

Some people turn to food, others turn to the support of their family and friends, some use any excuse to distract their minds, and others want to feel everything at once. The only universal thing about grief is grief itself.

And if there is something about it it’s that grief demands to be felt.

Wanda Maximoff knew enough about the pain of grief to last her a lifetime. It was an emotion that had followed her since she was a young child, and as time went on, it simply got worse. She had seen her parents die right in front of her. Then, her brother was shot to death. After, she witnessed how many of the members of the avengers – the first people she had close to a family in a long time – turned to dust before she did so herself. Natasha and Tony dying next. And all those deaths she had been able to recover from.

But it was (Y/N)’s death that destroyed her. The only person she had loved and that had loved her back. She had been the first person to treat her like a person, not like a secret weapon or an enemy. The first person she dreamed of starting a life with. The only one that had seen past all of her pain and showed her what love was supposed to feel like.

(Y/N) had given her the best years of her life. Even as they were on the run and hiding in Scotland, they were happy and quickly fell in love. It was all Wanda had wanted. Her own little family. These were times she was grateful for having. Times that restored her faith in humanity and have her the hope that one day she could truly have it all.

Then the Blip happened.

As she was swept away in dust form, she was able to glance back at (Y/N) one last time — she truly believed that would be the last time. She muttered an ‘I love you’ to her, barely being able to recognize the woman in front of her saying it back.

When the blipped came back, the first thing Wanda did when she opened her eyes was search for (Y/N). Only to find out that the love of her life had passed away from an illness mere weeks before they all came back. Once more, Wanda was not allowed to say goodbye as she had the person she loved most ripped from her hands.

“(Y/N) asked me to give you this before… we’ll before everything happened,” Bruce announced himself. Startling Wanda as she packed the few belongings she and (Y/N) had. “I really wish there had been more we could have done. I’m very sorry, Wanda.”

“Thank you, Banner,” she sniffled. “I’m sure you all did what you could.”

Though I would have done more, she thought.

After the battle, she was resolute on finding her girlfriend’s remains and a way to bring her back. There simply had to be a way where she could have what she wanted with the person she wanted.

As she read the envelope, her curiosity peaked. In (Y/N)’s beautiful handwriting it said,

Go to 2800 Sherwood Drive, Westview, New Jersey.

And don’t peek inside until you get there.

I love you.

And that’s exactly what she did.

It all took a turn for the worse when she opened the envelope and found a property deed in hers and (Y/N)’s name. It was an empty plot of land where they would build their forever home, as they had always spoken of doing. In a red heart, the woman has written: to grow old in.

Wanda fell to the ground, clutching the paper to her chest. (Y/N) had never given up hope that she would see Wanda once more. She had died with the belief that they would be reunited and they could finally live the life they had dreamed of. And her hope is what tore Wanda apart.

***

Wanda woke up that morning with a slight headache. But the smell coming from downstairs and the music she could hear, made her push the pain back. All she wanted was to join the commotion coming from the kitchen.

As she made her way down the stairs, she made sure not to disrupt the garlands that adorned the railing. Admiring how the lights twinkled brightly and proudly. It was clear someone had taken the time to start decorating for the winter holidays.

“Well, some little buddy definitely woke up early and got the worm,” Wanda chirped. “The house looks great!”

“Mommy!” Billy and Tommy ran to hug their mother.

“Momma and I put up the garlands and Billy put on the lights,” Tommy said excitedly. “Doesn’t it look awesome?”

“Everything looks great, my darlings,”. Wanda responded and kissed the top of her sons’ heads. “You both did a fantastic job.”

“It was hard to get them to not use their powers. Though I will say, it’s nice not having to do much of the heavy lifting anymore,” (Y/N) chimed in as she placed the last plate of breakfast on the table. “Good morning, my love. Hope you slept well.”

“I slept wonderfully.” Wanda smiled into the kiss her wife gave her before she sat down on the table. “Though I wish you had woken me so I could help out.”

“You looked so peaceful sleeping, we decided to let you sleep in,” (Y/N) answered. “But I’m going out to get the tree today. So, when I come back we can all decorate the tree together. How does that sound?”

“YES!” the boys exclaimed.

“It sounds like a plan, darling,” she smiled.

It was an absolutely perfect morning. They ate until they were full, they laughed until their bellies hurt, and they went about their day afterward. The boys went to play in the backyard under Wanda’s watchful eyes, and (Y/N) left through the front door after giving Wanda a kiss and yelling an ‘I love you’ to her kids and her wife.

Life could not get better than this, Wanda thought. Everything was all she had dreamed of. Everything was perfect.

Wanda cleaned up the mess breakfast had left. Plates in the dishwasher, leftovers in the fridge, followed by the juice, the butter, and the milk. And for a second she could have sworn the gallon of milk had turned into a carton before her very eyes. But that could not be possible. Not in her perfect house.

“This darn headache,” she said aloud to no one in particular. “It’s got me seeing things.”

Putting the weird glitch to the back of her head, Wanda went about her day.

She made space in the living room for the tree. She vacuumed the house. She wrapped some of the presents for the boys. All that in the time it took (Y/N) to bring back the Christmas tree. Having powers did alleviate the workload, though.

Wanda was in the middle of making some hot cocoa for the kids when she heard something hit the front door. Ready to defend her family, she left the kitchen with her arms up and her mind alert. The boys ran down the stairs in their pajamas, scared but curious as to what was making so much noise. Wanda stood in front of them, shielding them with her body. Until she saw what made all the ruckus.

(Y/N) had completed her task perfectly. Maybe, a little too good.

Blocking the front entrance was a packaged Christmas tree. It was taller and wider than the door, and somehow, the woman believed she could push the gigantic tree in by herself. This had Wanda in a fit of laughter that only spurred on when (Y/N) let out a grunt of annoyance.

“Darling, I don’t mean anything bad by it, but you do know…”

“Yes, I know this is a six-foot door and this is more than an eight-foot-tall tree,” she answers exasperated. “But I don’t really need advice. What I need is help.”

“Alright,” Wanda chuckled. “Make sure there’s no one out there and step aside.”

Doing as her wife instructed, (Y/N) left the tree balanced against the doorway, did a quick check on her neighbors, and stepped aside. She watched in awe as a red light left Wanda’s hand and in the blink of an eye the doorway expanded to fit the tree perfectly. Soon thereafter, the tree levitated slowly to the base it would live in during the holidays. As soon as the screws secured the trunk, everything went back to normal.

“Well now, as I am the only one here without any powers, we are gonna decorate this tree like the regulars do,” (Y/N) said to her family. “So, Tommy, hit the music. Billy, get the bins. And, darling, let’s get this tree open.”

The family quickly got into a smooth rhythm. They hung ornaments, some made by the boys, others that were special mementos from their relationship, they put up the light, and placed mesh ribbons. Slowly but surely the bare tree was transformed into a beautifully decorated focal point in the room.

But the boys quickly grew tired. On the couch, they had snuggled up to each other, softly snoring. Their eyelids fluttered as they dreamed of whatever it was they dreamt of. Their chests rose and fell slowly, showing their comfort. They felt safe.

“Well, it looks like we effectively tired them out,” (Y/N) whispered into her wife’s ear as she hugged her from behind, their bodies gently swaying to the music that was playing. “But they forgot the most important part, darling. The star.”

“I guess we’ll just have to take care of it ourselves,” Wanda replied. “Would you mind giving me a boost?”

With a laugh, (Y/N) got down on one knee and opened her arms to allow Wanda to get onto her back. As soon as she felt steady, she got up and walked closer to the tree. Both women were overtaken by a fit of laughter they tried to conceal as the redhead stretched toward the top of the tree, the twinkling star in her hand.

“Just… a little… more,” Wanda stretched herself until she could finally reach the peak.

But (Y/N) lost her footing and they were both sent backward onto the plush carpet and the laughs they had been holding. Unfortunately, they woke the boys, sleepiness clutching onto their eyes. Still, once they saw their mothers lying on the floor and laughing, they joined in.

“Momma, the star is very crooked,” Billy pointed out between laughs. “But I can fix it!”

A flash of blue light emanated from his hands, wrapping around the star, and tilting it until it stood perfectly on top of the tree.

“Now it’s perfect,” Tommy added. “I can’t wait for Christmas!”

“But you do,” Wanda said. “Now, let’s get you two to bed.”

Wanda took Tommy in her arms, (and Y/N) took Billy in hers. They went up the stairs, heading for the kids’ room. They put the boys into their respective beds, tucking them in and kissing their foreheads. Then turning and doing the same to the other.

“Good night, boys,” (Y/N) and Wanda chorused.

“Good night, mommy,” the boys replied. “Good night, momma.”

“We love you.”

“We love you more!”

“We love you most,” they smiled.

“Sweet dreams, my loves,” Wanda said.

“We’ll see you in the morning,” (Y/N) added. She turned off the bedroom lights, closed the door, and followed her wife down the stairs. “I am exhausted.”

“You can say that again,” Wanda said as (Y/N) plopped down next to her on the couch.

They burrowed themselves into the seat, covering their bodies with a thick and soft blanket. Wanda levitated two piping hot mugs of hot chocolate from the kitchen and turned on the fireplace. (Y/N) opened her arms and the redhead placed herself perfectly in the crook of her body — the place that seemed was made for her.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” (Y/N) spoke against her wife’s head, placing a soft kiss on it.

“You’ve told me one or twice,” she chuckled. “But I don’t mind hearing it again.”

“I love you like I’ve never loved anything or anyone in this and every world. My whole life I’ve felt something was missing, and I didn’t know that it was missing you. My love for you is unmeasurable — it knows no bounds,” she smiled at her wife, tears forming in her eyes. “You, me, and the boys; it’s everything I dreamed of and more. I’m proud and honored to have you by my side in whatever way possible. I’ve never believed in soulmates but I know our lives were simply destined to intertwine. In this life and all before and after. That’s how much I love you.”

Tears fell from Wanda’s eyes as she kissed her beloved. And even if deep inside she knew none of this was real, she was happy enough to live in the delusion. Because in her fantasy (Y/N) was still alive and they were able to do everything they had dreamed of. So she pitied the person that tried to wake her from her dream, glitches and all.

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zamoimagines · 2 years

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Agatha Harkness Having a Crush on You (Headcanons)

A/N: Requested by no one, I love this hoe so I’m doing it

*✧･ﾟListen Agatha is by no means tame when she has a crush

*✧･ﾟ Like most people would get all tongue tied, but this bitch is bold

*✧･ﾟIt starts out as her being really curious about you, but she can’t quite put her finger on why you stand out so much to her

*✧･ﾟ The moment she realizes that she has a crush on you, it is absolutely over for everyone

*✧･ﾟYou lived in Westview without even realizing she existed and then one day, boom you can’t get rid of this crazy bitch

*✧･ﾟshe’ll stop you in town just to give you a wide smile and an earful of conversation

*✧･ﾟ She’s always super touchy with you, and grabs your arms or your waist when she’s speaking with you

*✧･ﾟAgatha is always enthusiastic as fuck when she speaks to you too like

*✧･ﾟ “Y/N! Honey, you look stunning! I thought I was the best looking woman in this town, but you’re quite the competition!”

*✧･ﾟ If anyone in town so much as looks at you, she finds a way to interject if she’s around and makes sure to take up space so you pay attention to her instead

*✧･ﾟShe is always in your house and you have no idea how she does it

*✧･ﾟ But you don’t necessarily mind considering you secretly love her company even if it might be a little... non-traditional

*✧･ﾟ always bringing you things

*✧･ﾟfood, presents, clothes, her rabbit, etc

*✧･ﾟshe’ll just start helping you around the house without you even asking her

*✧･ﾟ Better yet, you come home to fully cooked dinners as a surprise

*✧･ﾟ The closer you two get, the more impatient she is

*✧･ﾟLike the second you start flirting back she knows it’s game over and that she has to make a move

*✧･ﾟShe’d probably tell you when you least expect it, like when she’s dropping something off or if she sees you out on the street

*✧･ﾟshe’d say something like “Listen, sugar. You’re single, and I’m clearly available-”

*✧･ﾟ you’d ask “What about Ralph?”

*✧･ﾟ in which she’d respond, “Who? Oh him... Yeah... Anyway, you’re single, and I’m clearly available so why don’t we get this show on the road, hm?”

*✧･ﾟYou’d ask, “Agnes, what are you talking about?”

*✧･ﾟ“I’m asking you on a date, Y/N. You and me, the whole shabang. What do you say, cutie?”

*✧･ﾟdoesn’t even acknowledge her fake husband bc she’s so infatuated with you

*✧･ﾟ fuck ralph lives ig

*✧･ﾟ but of course you accept and she’s all giddy and cryptic about it

*✧･ﾟ “Great! See you tonight, hun!” and then prepares to give you the date of a LIFETIME

*✧･ﾟ like fr get ready bitch bc she’s gonna go all out whether you like it or not

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jemilyswhor3 · 2 years

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Kidnapper: We have her

Agatha: Have who?

Kidnapper: Your girlfriend

Agatha: Bitch, she has YOU- you messed with THE scarlet witch, dumbass

A/N: this one is for us gays!! happy pride month y'all <333

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Days Gone By

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Young!reader

Summary: Back in Westview after the dissipation of her perfect world, Wanda manages to reconnect with some of that past.

Warnings: None

Words: 889

No matter what you say, there always comes a time in your life when you hit rock bottom. Consecutive obstacles add to the daily problems until we can not cope with them anymore. Wanda appears here as the best example of the damage caused by life. The loss of Vision, her great love, made her decisions senseless. She performed a feat that everyone's morality could deem repressible.

This life, built-in Westview, New Jersey, looked like a real TV soap opera cliché, and she cherished it. Wanda finally felt happy and fulfilled, especially after the birth of her children.

Yet, as the saying goes, all good things must end. Wanda's happiness had built up, and the fall came flooding in. In a matter of minutes, everything disappeared. With the aid of outsiders, Wanda realized how disproportionate her actions had been. How selfish she seemed to be in this situation. So she once again put her own happiness aside to do what seemed the right thing for the people of Westview.

In front of the cemetery of her life, Wanda found herself on her knees. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she clutched the piece of paper that started it all. Curious residents of Sherwood Drive gathered in front of the foundations of a house. For most of them, this building turned out never to exist. Wanda offered them the spectacle of her intense sadness. And she seemed to be the only one who knew its true nature. Nobody tried to understand the reason for such a state of mind. Nobody? Well, not exactly.

After getting permission from your mother, the street became your playground. As you rode your pink tricycle, you sped down the road. It seemed to be the only means of entertainment in Westview. Everyone around knew your face, so your parents never worried about your safety. Despite this, your mother always kept a light eye on you. As you rode down Sherwood Drive, a crawling animal crossed the road, forcing you to stop. It appeared to be a snail with a shell in hues unknown to your childish repertoire. Intrigued by your sudden discovery, the tricycle got abandoned.

It looked like a snail with a shell in hues unknown to your childish repertoire. Intrigued by your sudden discovery, the tricycle got abandoned. While you were busy observing the animal, the sound of sobbing drew your attention. People around you exchanged whispers about what might be going on behind you. 2800 Sherwood Drive used to be a playground for children with vivid imaginations. Yet now, a completely different representation took place there.

As you put the snail in the basket of your bike, you catch on what attracted people's attention. The young woman's sobs made her body move back and forth. Your gaze turned to the neighbors, and their looks appeared filled with disdain. You approached the stranger, whose startle ended when you got her attention. Your foot hit some pebbles that rolled down the driveway.

Wanda ended up turning your devastating face in your direction. Her swollen eyes became red with tears. Yet, the expression on her face made a radical change when her gaze met yours.

A shiver ran down your spine as she seemed to recognize you somehow. Before you could take a step back, the witch placed her hands on your cheeks. With great delicacy, she inspected you by tracing the lines of your face. Her large blue eyes filled with tears again.

Wanda tried to say something, but her mouth made no sound. Attracted by the crowd, but also because she could no longer see you, your mother approached the house. Without wanting to, she let out a cry of fear when she saw the stranger take you in her arms and hug you as tight as she could. This gesture, harmless, enveloped you in a halo of maternal warmth. It felt so pleasant that it seemed almost impossible to detach yourself from it.

It took you a few seconds to wrap your arms around Wanda's neck without even wanting it. But, as a worried spectator, your mother pulled you by the arm. Doing it, she broke the embrace you shared with the unknown woman. The brutal separation left a feeling of intense sadness. Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and you felt the urge to return to Wanda. So you struggled. Unable to understand what was happening, your mother forced you back into the house.

In your haste, your handkerchief slipped on the warm pavement of the road. Wanda stayed in Westview so long that the residents got tired and went home. Still, she couldn't get her head around it. She walked down the street, took in the sights one last time, and noticed the inert piece of tissue you had dropped. Quite ordinary, the young witch would not have paid more attention to it if a detail had not jumped to her eyes. Indeed, embroidered with pink thread, the initials of your name appeared to Wanda as the sun was about to set.

She knew this handkerchief all too well since her magic had embroidered it. She brought it to her face, and your childlike scent caressed her nostrils. Then, in the silence of a summer evening, Wanda promised, turning to your house, to come back for you.

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jabbagabba · 2 years

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— SERIES @jabbagabbabackup

LA LA LAND

Heavy angst, the loss of a parent, Tony Stark died ya’ll, alcoholism mentioned briefly, also disassociation is talked about and happens to Yasmine so be warned, if you are struggling with mental illness and feel like this may trigger you then please do not read. Grief is a hard thing and this is going to be very heavy, I’ll try to make sure to include all warnings and triggers but please let me know if I forgot anything.

SOMETHING WICKED

Summary: Wanda keeps having nightmares, and you’re the only one who can help her.

#dark!wanda #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #multiverse of madness imagine #multiverse of madness x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x platonic!reader #wandavision x you #wandavision imagine #wandavison x reader

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Pain- Wanda Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Characters: Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- “You’re the only thing that matters” with wanda maximoff please?

Word Count: 468

Author: Charlotte

Loving Wanda was never hard but loving the experiences she had to endure, certainly was. She didn’t know what an easy break was, the worst scenarios coming her way at every turn, and you struggled to see how she managed to keep going. When you found her again in Westview, you didn’t judge or blame her for what she had done. She found her own punishment in losing her family that she was forced to create, to try and have something positive left in her life, leaving her to flee to a life of solitude to try and learn her powers and make something of herself, but you refused to leave her alone this time. Wanda had lost everyone she loved one way or another, and this time you weren’t going to let her be alone. She tried to insist that you didn’t stay with her, but you couldn’t bear the thought of her stuck on her own again.

Since you had been staying in the middle of nowhere together, she had been quiet, staying within her own head until it became too much, and she finally needed to question your continuous kindness towards her.

“I don’t understand,” she said, breaking the weeklong silence that she had been consumed in.

“Pardon?” You asked, just glad to finally hear her voice again.

“I cannot understand why you are here. I hurt so many people, all I ever do is hurt people, so I don’t know why you want to show me kindness and stay here with me, when I shall only end up hurting you too.”

You gave her a gentle smile. There was so much pain in her past that you couldn’t blame her for only seeing herself as a villain. Her choices hadn’t been good, and she had caused pain to others, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that the past turmoil of her life was what had led to those decisions today.

“You have been hurt too. Repeatedly you have lost those who you care about, and it isn’t surprising that at some point that became too much. I do not condone what you did in Westview, but I guess I understand the desperation you felt,” you explained. “I think having someone in your corner is what you really need and currently to me, you’re the only thing that matters. I am here to be of assistance and be whatever you need me to be until you feel able to face everything that has happened.”

It took her a second for her to wrap her head around the words you had said before she gave you a short nod.

“Thank you, Y/N,” she said softly. “I appreciate what you are doing for me.”

“I am going to be here for as long as you need me.”

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imdoingsortagay · 8 months

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Hi! Can I request smut where Agatha fucks R against a wall with her strap? 👉👈

Smut below the cut so if i see any minors interact imma BLOCK YA ASSES

“Are you sure that you can lift me up, baby ?” You ask Agatha who only stretches a bit, ready to prove that all her months of training with Wanda have helped her.

From the moment you had met the older woman at the bar 2 years ago, sex with her was nothing from adventurous. She was determined to do anything and everything with you as long as she had your full consent of course.

Then came the drunk little joke you told her once when you decided to spend the weekend together.

The horny mind had taken over as you told your girlfriend how hot it’d be if she fucking you against the wall, rambling about seeing her buff before you fell asleep minutes later.

After a couple of months of Wanda asking her to come with her to work out as she had been nervous to go alone, Agatha decided to go to give some support to her best friend, the case of a piece of shit man decided to ruin her day.

At first, she decided just to work on cardio, but the woman had changed her mind to build up some muscle. Before Agatha knew it, she could see you ogling at her when she was doing some simple tasks.

" Baby," Agatha starts off," all these months of working out have led me to this moment. I wanna make all your dreams come true and them some" She says before slowly inserting the purple strap on inside of you.

The toy going inside your wet cunt elicited some groans from Agatha, wishing that she could feel how amazing it is to be inside of you. She stays inside of you before you tap on her shoulder a couple of times, signaling that you're ready for her to fuck you.

" oh Fuck," you yelp in surprise, feeling yourself get more soaked with Agatha's strength and just imagining all the things she can do to you.

" Daddy's whore looks too good being fucked against the wall," Agatha says as she's fucking into you against the wall. Leaving marks on your neck that will defiantly take a while to go away but you don't care in the moment as she continues with her degrading along with praising.

" Fuck your so hot Daddy," you loudly moan, Agatha, groaning right after. A Couple of minutes pass by before your girlfriend gets tired lifting you in her arms as she keeps the toy inside you to get to the bed.

" Ugh DADYYYY," You yelp out, Agatha helping you bounce in her lap with her strap in her, making you see stars like never before. While most of the time you can bounce on her cock, she decides to help you out.

" Look at those tits of your slut," She says before taking your left nipple into her mouth while still helping you ride her. You slowly feel your mind go hazy with all that she's doing, feeling so good at the moment. It doesn't take long before Agatha notices this and helps you get to cum.

" My little slut ready to cum on daddy's cock? Oh, I know you after seeing you go fuzzy inside that little brain of yours," she tells you and all you can do is nod, unsure about talking in the moment.

" Use your words bunny," Agatha orders, holding your head up and forcing you to make eye contact with you. In the two years of being with this woman, she could easily make you crumble in her hands by doing that.

" M gonna cum Daddy," you whine out," Wanna cum on my daddy's cock pleaseee,".

Feeling pity for you, Agatha helps you out by taking one of her hands to your clit. All the dirty talking coming from your girlfriend, her rubbing your clit, and the way the large strap on between her legs sends you over the edge. At that moment, Agatha is grateful for having thick walls as you loudly yell and fall into her lover's arms.

" My pretty bunny did so well for me," Slowly pulling out of your drenched pussy. She remembers the next time you two have sex to remind you about taking pictures of her work with a Polaroid. God your pussy was so wet.

" Can we do this again Daddy?" You ask while Agatha uses her magic to clean you up, wanting to comfort you.

"Of course bunny," she pauses as she looks at you" Anything for my little bunny".

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multifandomsimagine · 9 months

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Imagine dating Darcy and her updating you about the Westview situation

——— Requested by anonymous ———

When Darcy was reached out to by S.W.O.R.D. about them needing her astrophysics expertise, she was explicitly told that this was meant to be kept under wraps. This was on a need-to-know basis and that she would be told more about the situation when they came to pick her up. But that did not stop her from telling you everything as soon as she hung up her phone. You were there with her and Jane when the whole situation with Thor came to be plus the two of you were dating. You two didn’t keep secrets from each other and it certainly wasn’t going to start now.

Which brought you to your current situation as you were sitting on your living room couch with a long forgotten book on your lap as Darcy was telling you all that had happened so far at Westview. Everything that was going on in the town was definitely more interesting than anything you could have watched on a streaming service which is why you waited for each call with much anticipation. “She keeps changing the decades. They're in the 80s now.”

Though you weren’t able to see her, you could almost imagine the animated movements she was making as she was trying to explain everything to you and the thought of it made you smile. You were about to say something when she suddenly let out a gasp.

“Oh! I didn’t even tell you the most shocking thing. She brought back her brother! Well kind of,” Darcy told you.

“What do you mean kind of?”

“She recast him!”

#darcy lewis x reader #darcy lewis imagine #darcy lewis imagines #wandavision x reader #wandavision imagine #wandavision imagines #mcu x reader #mcu imagines #mcu imagine #marvel cinematic universe x reader #marvel cinematic universe imagine #marvel cinematic universe imagines #yoshino writes imagines

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madwomansapologist · 7 months

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Hi, i was wondering if you could write a smutty Agatha fic based on the song "Hypnotic" by Zella Day? Every time i listen to this song, it makes my think of Agatha and reader 💜

you taking over me | agatha harkness

synopsis: You were a good person. You spend you live making sure that everyone would think that. A good daughter, a good wife, a good neighbor. You were a good person, but Agatha Harkness didn't care about your goodness. [3K]

warnings: based on "hypnotic", by Zella Day. smut. non-consensual voyeurism (in so many ways). saphic couple. cheating (both you and agatha cheating on your husbands #feminism). oral sex. public sex. fingering. nudes. people pleaser!reader. kinda of manipulative!reader. female!reader. bisexual!reader.

ps: thanks for that rec! i didn't knew this song, and it is sooooo great. that vibe, that clip 🥵 (bisexuality really won that day), it's so Agatha coded. really anon, your mind is amazing. and dear anon, i have a rec for you "eu comi a madona", by Ana Carolina. even if you don't know portuguese or can't find a translation (and if you don't just send me an ask that i will translate everything for you), that song just scream: I WILL EXPLODE IF I DON'T FUCK HER. hope you like it! and i'm open for more songs recs!

You always knew who you were and what you would become. Indecision and uncertainty were not part of your life. You knew what people expect from you, so you gave it to them.

Mom wanted you to be nice. Dad wanted you to be assertive. Friends wanted you to be fun. Colleagues wanted you to be smart. Teachers wanted you to detach. Lovers wanted you to be the one.

It's easy to give people what they want when they are so obvious about their desires. You just needed to formulate yourself, and in response they too would give you what you wanted. It's a fair exchange.

People do so many things for those that reach their expectations. They give them a name, reputation, notoriety. They give them respect. They don't believe when they hear something negative about you, bitter truths become malicious lies for their ears, uncomfortable favors become the least that could be done for someone so kind.

And you always did reach them.

Good. All your life this word followed you around. Good daughter, good friend, good co-worker, good student, good neighbor, good samaritan. Good, good, good. It was only a matter of time until you were a good wife.

And then, when people thought you were the perfect girl with the perfect life, all you had to do was to be happy and enjoy the fruits of your hard labor. Enjoy all the things you build because you had a name, a reputation, notoriety. To enjoy your perfect, carefuly construct dream life. Your perfect home, your perfect job, your perfect husband.

So why are so discouraged? You should be the happiest person on earth, but nothing is interesting. No one is interesting.

Your husband was the right decision. The right man at the right time. He gave you everything you wanted, all the things you didn't even ask for, and made your reputation even better. Your parents love him. He should be the one, he is the one, but every second spent with him is a second you're lying to his face.

He bores you to the bone.

You don't blame him. You spent your whole life practicing smiles, faking orgasms, laughing forcefully so you would have what you wanted. You lied to get him, and you lie to kept him beside you. Why did you expect that after the marriage anything would change? You are the liar and the lie in this relationship, and he is who he always was.

So you resigned yourself to that. If in case to have the perfect life, to have everything you ever wanted, you need to kept pretending all the time... whatever. That's just another tuesday for you. A momentary unhappiness compared to everything else in your life isn't that important.

You were sunbathing the first time you met your new neighbor. And for sure you didn't knew you would met her.

For how long did you lay there, next to the pool, just letting the time pass and your mind wander? You don't know. You can't even try to guess. All you know is that the oil penetrating your skin made you smell like lavander. Your drink made your mouth sweeter and your legs weaker. Your bikini made the calm breeze carress your skin, and the sunglass on your face was helping you starting to fall asleep.

Put even with your guard down and mind free, you still just as able to feel when someone is looking at you. And what you felt made you guess if a burning gaze was trying to break into your soul.

You supressed your smile. Yes, your husband is a pain in the ass, but it's nice to feel desired. To feel wanted. Without opening your eyes, you slid your fingers down your body, the oil pooling against your digits. You could feel his gaze following your movements, looking at what you wanted him to. Behaving like the good pet he is. You lifted one of your legs and played with the tiny string that tied your bikini.

When you started to dismantle the knot, someone else's voice made you shiver. "Hello there, neighbor!"

You searched for the source of the voice, and found her on the other side of your fence. That was the first time you could've done something different. You could have walked away from there, covered your body with an towel, ignored her. You could've closed your fucking legs.

But you couldn't look away from her solstice eyes. You felt hypnotize by them. Her delicate smile, the soft skin of her exposed neck, her purple vintage t-shirt floating with the breeze. The malice on her eyes were so magnetic.

"Welcome, Agatha", she didn't seem surprised by you knowing her name. You took off your sunglasses, a perfect smile decoring your face. "Enjoying your new home already?"

Agatha was clearly working to organize everything. The hair tied in a loose ponytail, the hands dirty with white paint, the lack of makeup. You could see the tiredness, the effort, the dedication to make everything the right way. Agatha was natural. Genuine. You couldn't look away from her.

"Westview is... different. But I have a good feeling about this place", Agatha sounded so confident. So comfortable with herself. "I know for sure that I already love the view."

Your almost couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. To hide your smirk you took another sip from your drink. And still, you couldn't just look away from her. You didn't even tried. "We're counting with your presence for this week's meeting."

"It will be a honor", Agatha took a step back, part of her body dissapearing behind the fence. "See you there."

Now you rolled your eyes, laying back to enjoy the sunlight. You could still feel her gaze lingering on your skin. Part of you wished Agatha was still looking.

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The neighbors meeting wasn't necessary. It never is. And yet, you have a bright smile on your face. No need to say that it was a fake one, but gosh it was beautiful. Charming enough so people wouldn't look at your apathetic eyes.

Your mind was somewhere else. Somewhere way more interesting.

You had just finished getting ready for the neighbors meeting. Your husband wouldn't make it, he always fail to escape the rush. You were locking the main door when you noticed that you forgot to your perfume. With the lights off, you ran upstairs and opened your drawer.

Now smelling like your favorite fruit, you got goosebumps when cold air made its way throught your house. Closing your bedroom's window, you didn't choose to observe the other house. It just happened.

Agatha really liked purple. You think that it was her bedroom that you were seeing. A long bed, with dark sheets kneaded, had a few clothes on it. You could see her old, wooden wardrobe. Her wallpaper remind you of those scenes where movies show witch's houses.

Then Agatha entered her bedroom. Using only a towel.

You could almost sense the warmth of Agatha. The faint mist of the hot bath had followed her. You could see the water running down her exposed back, her hair dripping against the the towel she used to dry it. Her rose cheeks. They look so soft. You wanted to carress them.

You kept on watching when Agatha put oil on her hand and used it on her body. You followed her fingers, seeing the careful way she massaged her skin. And you kept watching as she opened a drawer on her wardrobe and choose her underwear. It was a simple, velvet lilac piece. She didn't put on a bra. And you did kept on watching her when Agatha dropped the towel.

A hot sensation passed thought your womb, a burning wave you couldn't control or deny its existence. You could feel the shiver running down you spine, the way unconsiously your thights rubbed against one another, the way you lose control of your heartbeat. You stopped breathing and didn't even noticed.

You didn't even tried to look away.

Your mind wasn't under your control anymore. Your imagination was free to go whenever it wanted to.

You saw you pressing your thigh against her thigh, begging to taste her. Yourself lost between Agatha's thights, eating her out like she was your last fucking meal. You fingers into her, hers into you, your bodies linked as one. Her smirk against your neck.

She's the kind of woman that deserve to be devoured. On all fours, side, front, back, bottom, standing. You saw yourself smear on Agatha for as long as she wanted you to. Trembling, moaning, cumming.

You watched as Agatha slid her legs into the underwear, choose between the black dress and the blue skirt, perfumed herself. You wondered what her scent would be. You admired Agatha while she chose what earrings to use, what shoe would look better with the dress, combed her hair.

You were late to the meeting. And there you couldn't even understand what they were talking about. All you could do was to focus on the way your womb itched, how a simple movement made your pussy fucking ache, how empty you felt. It was like your body missed her.

It was wrong. You know that it was wrong, and you also knew it while it was happening. And still, you couldn't look away. It was like Agatha put a spell on you. She's your magician, the owner of your eyes, a woman capable of hypnotizing you. You knew it was wrong, you just didn't care.

Hearing your neighbors discussing about why motorcycle's noises were impossible to ignore or forgive, trying to keep up with the conversation in a way to calm your body down from this delirium, you didn't noticed when she got there. You didn't noticed Agatha staring at you from across the room, devouring you without any shame, feeling her mouth full of saliva and desire.

With the pictures of Agatha repeating itself in your mind, your eyes were of no use. All you did was try to listen, and then you felt it. A sweet, not cloying or childish, aroma. You could sense cinnamon, and maybe a scent of apple deep down. It was so alluring.

And still, you only knew it belong to Agatha when you look at who had just sat beside you. Agatha smiled to you, her eyes closing a little bit because of the gesture. "Are you as bored as me?"

That was when shame finally hit you. You felt your throat drying, your heartbeat suddenly so loud in your ears. "We are trying to make this neighborhood better", your words were so empty of meaning. You couldn't think of anything better to say. You felt so dirty.

"We?" Agatha was even prettier up close. Her eyes... they were something. It was like looking at the stars. So alive, so bright, so energetic. "Do you agree that motorcycles should be everyone's priority? That if you don't yell at your neighbor about it the world may end?"

You bit you tongue. "No", you got closer to her, now whispering only for Agatha to hear you. You put your arms on the large table, stretching them. "But I agree that one meeting peer month is way better than a group chat. You should've thank me. I saved you from endless midnight discussions about... well, anything really."

Agatha sat deeper into her chair, her face so close to yours that you could feel her mint breath. Your cheeks prickled. "So you're the neighborhood heroine? That surprises me. You don't look like one."

And for the first time in such a long, long time, you were really interest in something. In someone. "Why?"

"I can see disdain in your eyes."

Oh. Your role was not played as well as you thought. You fixed your posture. Away from her, you crossed your legs and forced a polite smile. "You have a exquisite way to befriend people."

"I wonder what would entertain you", Agatha didn't get her eyes away from you, even if you were no longer facing her. You could feel her gaze. And when you didn't answer her, you felt Agatha's digits on the hem of your dress. "That's the problem, isn't it? You're bored."

"As you said, noise isn't really that big of a problem", you answered her with a dry tone. You could feel your body softening under her touch. You grabbed her hand and tried to take it off your lap, but Agatha just caressed your thigh with her thumb. It was a slow affection, so intimate. "Stop that."

"That's not the first time I see this look in your face", Agatha whispered, somehow her voice got so husky. Her nails scratched your thigh, a movement so slow it almost made you wish she would just rip your skin apart. Any pain would be better than that bitter absence. "Your smile is bright, but no intricate lie ever reached your eyes."

"What are you doing?" Your mouth moved, but no sound came from it. Still, you knew she understood.

Agatha played with a strand of your hair, twirling it around her finger. "Trying to make you open your legs, sweetheart."

You felt your insides squirm. You looked around, your neighbors were still arguing about something that didn't matter. You were in public, close to people who are part of your environment. This is so wrong. But then you stared at the hand on your thigh.

The lilac nails, the delicate fingers, the veins marked in the skin. Her fingers moved with a mixture of affection and teasing, each slightest movement left you wanting more. But what you stared at, what made your eyes return to the immensity of Agatha's, was the golden wedding ring.

And that was what you needed. A sign that Agatha had as much to lose as you.

The first thing that came to your mind when she moved her hand between your thighs wasn't about how wrong it all was, how you had a husband waiting for you at home, how no one there could ever find out what Agatha was doing under the table. When you felt her thumb approach your panties, all you could think about was how Agatha wasn't wearing a bra.

Agatha's fingers rub against the already stiff nerve, her nails sliding over your panties. You moved your hips. You were already so sensitive, and Agatha didn't seem to be in a hurry.

The hand that was playing with a strand of your hair went up to your head, the fingers intertwining with the roots of your hair. She squeezed, clinging to you, and smiled gently. "You will need to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"

You didn't answer her, you just smiled. And your smile was a thousand times more convincing than hers. You took your hands off the table and lowered it to your thigh. Observing the environment, making sure no one was paying attention, you squirmed in the chair to get your panties off. You slid it down your legs, and the fabric fell to the floor. You pulled it with your foot, bringing her closer to you, and picked her up off the ground.

You placed it on Agatha's lap. "Of course I can", you whispered back.

And without hesitation, you placed iy on Agatha's lap

Agatha's fingers were warm. Certain. She explored your lips, goosebumps ran up your spine, played with your pussy. You closed your eyes, the most careless part of you wanting to focus on the pleasure only. When you felt the pressure on your clit, you bit your lips.

You were getting used to the speed, getting used to the delicious pressure between your legs, Agatha simply slid her fingers inside you. Two fingers, without even giving you time to prepare. At a slow, agonizing pace, Agatha opened you up. She curled her fingers, your eyes rolled back, and no matter how much time passes you have no idea how she was able to fuck you so good without anyone noticing.

Agatha is better at it than your imagination convinced you. She's hypnotic. You couldn't think about anything else. All you could do was to make sure your mouth was well shut as Agatha broke into you.

With your mouth locked, eyes open and hands still, no one even imagined that your legs were shaking under the table. Or that when Agatha bent down after dropping her bag it was just an excuse to lick her fingers soaked in your juice.

That night you told your husband that you were going to help your new neighbor with a recipe and then go home. While he slept in the room you shared, Agatha made you hers in the house next door. She ate you, drank you, breathed you.

You both didn't even close the curtain.

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Many people when are caught cheating say it only happened once. That it was a mistake. A moment of weakness. Something that had never happened before and would never ever happen again. If at any point these words come out of your mouth, it means you have finally stopped caring about the truth.

The photos Agatha has prove that you are much more than a bad habit.

You wearing that same vintage t-shirt from when you met her and nothing underneath. The still damp bikini staining Agatha's bed. Your mouth drenched with her juice. Your face contorting as Agatha fucks you

With Agatha, even blood tastes sweet. You couldn't lie with her once and then move on with your life. Who, when given the chance to explore the ocean, decides to swim in the shallows? Not you. Not when it comes to her.

It would never be enough. Agatha would never be able to end your hunger. You will always want something more of her. More, and more, and more.

You were barely breathing. Your entire body shook, every cell of your being changed. Agatha seemed able to decode yourbrain using just her tongue. “Ralph will be here soon,” you said. Or whispered. Or muttered. Or screamed. Or he just thought he said it. You had no idea what your body was capable of at that moment

Agatha didn't move away from your wet pussy. "And I couldn't care less." Her fingers penetrated you once more, searching for another orgasm. "Be a good girl and cum for me again."

You were always good. But with Agatha it wasn't an act.

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