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I hope elizabeth had an amazing birthday today!! Hope she got to work in her garden and go to a farmers market!! Or think of some new ideas for the next hattie harmony book!! But in all, I wish I was there to celebrate it with her but, to an amazing girl and my comfort girl, I hope she had a swell time :)

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You Belong With Us - Full Series | (Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader)

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Warnings: A fair amount of angst and a lot of fluff, amongst many others.

Word Count 23.6k

Note: This is going to be very long, so open this with caution!

Despite being an Omega, you found yourself walking life’s roads without a mate. It’s not that you want to see the one true love you're destined to be with; you are afraid of Alphas and their aggressively impulsive behaviors. All because you were raised by a paranoid Omega mother and an absent Alpha father. Your mother was awfully paranoid of, well, everything. From having Alphas in the street take advantage of her anxiety to her husband coming back as an abusive drunk. All worries never happened, but she did project a lot of her pains and sadness onto you and blamed you, quite frequently, for the sorry state she was in. Eventually, you left her behind to pursue a future.

Now, you thought, it is time for a nice cup of hot coffee…or tea, you still haven’t decided. You climb out of your grey-cloaked bed, put on warm clothes with some sneakers, and exit your bedroom. Walking down the carpeted hallway, you turn right into the living room to grab your house keys and phone, then leave the small little hovel you call home before realizing you forgot to take your suppressants - you are only going to the coffee shop and back, can’t be that bad, right? 

 You press the ground floor button and pull out your phone, which has a small crack on the left side of the screen. You open up a social media app and start mindlessly scrolling through the ‘For You Page.’ 

As the elevator descends to the ground floor, it stops abruptly at floor #4 to let someone in. No big deal, you thought. You scrolled onto another social media app to see what your favorite celebrities were doing nowadays. The door opens, and a 5’8 brunette pops in and sluggishly presses the ground floor button. You briefly look up before resuming your scrolling, paying her no mind until she lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Kate Bishop,” you mimicked Yelena’s voice.

“Mornin’,” Kate groaned, yawning while putting her scraggly hair into a sloppy bun, “You headin’ downtown for some coffee too?”

“Yuh, *yawns*, need some asap - oh, maybe a donut or a muffin?” You put your phone away in your back pocket and look back up to Kate, who is shabbily dressed in Yelena’s wrinkly black Nirvana shirt and blue plaid pajama pants with grey and white running shoes; clearly, Kate did not give a single fuck about what she wore. 

Besides, Kate seems to not have slept; in fact, she is physically drained. The distant stare at the monochrome elevator door, the dark bags underneath her eyes, and the faint smell of sweaty clothes attacked your nostrils.

“I…need…coffee, mmh, this sucks.” Kate pinches the bridge of her nose and then rubs her eyes.

“Had an intense workout…?” You raised a brow.

Kate flashes a tired grin and giggles, “You can say that.” With a lop-sided smile, Kate manages to suppress her giggly stupor, “Don’t think coffee’ll help with anything, could go for some water, though.”

“True that.” you rake your y/e/c hair behind your ear, “Probs won’t sit around too long - gotta refill my prescription.” you half-truthed to cover up your suppressant use.

Kate turns her head a few degrees, narrowing her eyes and crinkling her nose in doubt; you have never mentioned any prescription since she and Yelena have known you. Hell, Yelena has made comments about you possibly being a beta before. Kate sees right through your lie and pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing disappointedly.

“Okay,” she drawled as the elevator door opened; you two stepped out and exited through the lobby’s glass doors and made your way down the cracked sidewalk with the chilly wind blowing through your hair, “I know your ‘prescriptions’ are suppressants, Y/N, don’t gotta hide it from me.”

“Wh-what, how!?” you sputter, spit flying out your mouth.

Kate turns her head as you two approach the coffee shop’s doors, and your fellow Omega companion opens the door for you before smirking, “Because….” Kate chuckles, “We’re Omegas, Y/N, we Omegas kinda act alike - suppressants are kinda common among us; um, just a vanilla mocha and an ice water for us.” she flashes an awkward smile to the cashier before she whips out her card.

“I’ll meet you in our usual spot.” You turn on your heel and walk towards the back of the cafe.

The coffee shop is laid out with typical indoor dining chairs and tables strewn about; the tables are brown, with the chairs having green cushions on top of the hard white metal chairs. Warm wooden walls decorated with fake ivy and paintings of steaming hot coffee. Now past the counter, in the main lobby, the interior has a rustic green and brown look. There is a leaf green plush couch to your left directly across from two chairs of the same make, same-colored plush, and they had similar carvings as the couch. A multilayered coffee table was between the sofa and the chairs, with drawers filled with extra books and beaten-up board games crammed into the bottom.

Your usual spot was down a weathered, narrow corridor to the left at the end of the hall. Entering the backroom, you realize how hollow the halls are: you can hear the shallow clinking of your sneakers bouncing off the walls. 

You sink into the sofa, waiting for Kate, and your mind begins to wander and wonder about the day ahead - what would you be doing today other than going to the pharmacy and grabbing your prescription? Some doodling on your tablet, snuggling up in your favorite blanket, watching your favorite videos or TV shows, or a comfort film? You have received a few commissions recently, and the bills are paid, so why not a day of relaxation? But with Kate knowing about your use of suppressants, she will likely follow you to the pharmacy and demand you go home with her and flush your prescription down the toilet. It’s an odd thought to have, but it is definitely in the realm of possibility Kate would do such a thing. So, probably not the best idea to travel to the pharmacy immediately after coffee.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hang out with Kate afterward and then go to the pharmacy just to make sure Kate was off your tail.

As minutes flew by, you heard another pair of footsteps echoing off the walls; it must be Kate.

“One coffee for my fellow Omega and one water for me!” Kate chirps as she plops her bottom on the sofa next to you, “Soooo, wanna talk about your suppressant use or?”

“I don’t take 'em every day, Kate,” you sip your coffee, “Only when I go out in public, which is like never.”

Kate smiles, and relief washes over her - allowing herself to release the breath she had been holding; she’s glad you aren’t addicted to them. Despite not going out often, you pop a pill every few days to stave away your heat, just in case. You refuse to tell her that, but you understand that Kate did the same things you’re doing now.

“Can’t take them forever, Y/N - it’s gonna hurt you in the long run, especially when you find your mate.” Kate takes a swig of her water, nearly chugging all of it in one go.

“Hehe, what makes you think I’ll ever find my mates. Don’t wanna meet them right now, to be honest with you, Kate. I’m perfectly fine cruising through life without a mate.” you crossed your legs as you leaned against the armrest, resting your head on your hand, “I mean, why would I let an Alpha barge into my life, beat me into submission, and then leave me on the side of the road?”

“WOAH!” Kate half-yelled, her sudden and loud exclamation echoed down the hall, “Why would you say something like that? Not all Alphas are bad; just look at Yelena!”

You understood why Kate has an optimistic view of Alphas. Still, any positive perception of Alphas has tarnished all thanks to your parents, particularly your mother, who told you how your mate would reject you on the spot and go after another five minutes after.

“Kate…she’s one of the few good ones, I’ll admit it, but all my life, my mom….” you paused, looking away from Kate’s eyes to bashfully stare at the wall, “Said they would tear me apart and well, what I said earlier were one of the many other things she threw my way. Still, I read so many stories about other Omegas having an amazing life with their fated mates, but I honestly don’t believe my Alpha would love me or even bother having me in their life.” you explained with a frown.

Kate frowns and whines, “I remember you saying something about that. I understand why you think such things, Y/N. I know finding your mate won’t solve all your life’s problems-”

“I’m fine, Kate. I’m doing great without them now, aren’t I?” you interjected, “My art is selling well, and I’m living comfortably; I also have some friends to boot. Kate, I’m fucking scared of finding my mate - scared they’ll hurt me like the Omegas you see on the news. Tired of always being so afraid to exit my apartment.” 

Kate nods in understanding while placing a reassuring hand on your knee, “I know how you feel; I was just like you, sort of.” the archer pauses for a moment to consider an idea, “Hmm, well…maybe the best way to conquer this fear is to…hang out - one on one - with Yelena.”

“Really?” you shifted in your seat; Kate’s suggestion made you nervous; if it weren’t more prominent, you were now looking away from her piercing blue eyes and outside the windows. 

The scraggly brunette grabs your chin and turns your head back to face her, “Yes.” she spoke with firm confirmation, her eyebrows were raised and her lips pursed as she nodded, “Yelena is a great example of a good Alpha, sure she has some flaws and lapses of judgment but some time alone with her might do you some good, maybe?”

Perhaps so. It could definitely be beneficial for you in the long run; being around a trusted Alpha can improve mental health to a degree, build up some confidence in the unmated, or, should an Omega drop, be a source of comfort and a safe space. You haven’t dropped for a while, maybe three months ago, and you were alone in your bedroom. What could go wrong with some time with your friend?

You aren’t sure what this would theoretically do for you - possibly understanding the mind or personality of the Alpha? One part of you really wants to believe that Alphas are gentle, caring protectors, but the other says they will hurt you and use your body as their personal plaything, only to be left in the streets when they have their way with you. 

Mulling it over in silence for a moment, fidgeting with your hair, twirling a strand anxiously, and paying no mind to your coffee or Kate’s expectant glare. Your bite your bottom lip and then take a deep breath before hesitantly answering, “Ye-yeah, I suppose I could try…. What if-”

“Ah, ah!” Kate stopped you from going on an overthinking tirade by reflexively placing the tip of her right thumb between both your lips, catching you completely off-guard, “No what ifs or buts, Y/N. You will find your Alpha mate, and I promise: they won’t leave you or hurt you.” she removes her thumb from your mouth and smiles warmly.

You offer a sheepish smile in return, “Mhm.”

“Sooo, how does noon sound?”

You and Kate discuss what you and Yelena might be doing for the hour or so you’re there. It’s decided you and Yelena will have a quiet day on the couch, watching movies and ordering a large pizza to enjoy.

“Do you really think this would work?” you asked, sipping on your coffee before speaking again, “Cause I really don’t want to waste Yelena’s time by-”

“It won’t fix your problems. However, it could help you…not run away from your potential partner at first sight of them.” Kate interrupts, “Another thing.”

“Hmm?’

“You won’t be there long - Lena’s sister and her other Alpha friend, I think, are in town and are about to visit,” Kate warns light-heartedly only because Lena’s sister has said she is unmated to any Omega yet and so is her friend.

“Oh. Isn’t her sister one of the Avengers? I’d love to meet an Avenger!” You flashed a bright smile Kate’s way and shook with excitement.

Kate winces and inhales through her mouth, “Not a good idea right now.”

“Why? Is the Black Widow not in the mood for other visitors?” you joked, unprepared for what Kate had to say next.

“No, it’s much more than that…Natasha is unmated, and so is her friend, Wanda.”

“Ah,” you put your coffee cup on a coaster before resuming, “That is a valid reason not to stay.”

“Yeah,” Kate took a quick sip of water, “You only need Yelena, not Natasha, not Wanda, just you and Yelena.”

You nodded in agreement, “Welp, should we, uh, call her first?”

“Mhm!” She purses her lips, “Lena, don’t be mad at me for springing this on you.”

Kate drowsily fishes around in her pockets for her cell phone. From the sound of it, she has wads of paper, change, for some reason, and plastic wrapping. Why was she carrying these things in her pocket, to begin with? Your fellow Omega seems slightly distressed at the absence of her phone, “Lemme guess, you forgot it at home…again?”

She gives you a blank stare, her lips still pursed with annoyance at herself for being so forgetful, “May I, please?” She frowns with puppy eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

“Fine,” you drawled, “You really need to have it on you; Yelena’ll be pissed this time.”

“Protective,” Kate corrects, “She’s very protective of her Omega” She blushes while searching for Yelena’s name in your contacts, “Ooh, I bet she’s gonna be cranky and growl into the phone; that’d be so hot!”

You just blink and stare absently.

“You’ll understand someday, Y/N/N…hey, Lena!”

“Where are you?” Her tone radiated irritation; she probably woke up without Kate in bed next to her, “Kate Romanoff," There’s the growl Kate had been anticipating.

Kate nearly squealed like a kid on Christmas; she could barely contain her excitement at Yelena’s possessiveness over her mate, “At the coffee shop with Y/N, she and I were wondering….”

“Kate.” The blonde groaned.

“Hear me out, okay?”

“Fine,” Lena dragged out.

“I figured she might benefit from hanging out with you alone, you know, to glean a better understanding of Alphas ‘cause she’s kinda afraid of being with one?”

“Wait, she actually agreed to that? That's surprising. "

“She trusts you, Lena, and only you…currently, please. I think this could really help her.”

“Okay, you got me because I owe her a favor. Make it quick; Natasha and Wanda are on their way and will be here in two hours or less.”

“Thank you, thank you! I promise tonight, I’ll let you-” Kate turns away from you and whispers into your phone, “Knot me tonight.” and then immediately hangs up, leaving Yelena a flustered, babbling mess. Kate turns to you and hands your phone back, “Alright, it’s signed and sealed; let’s get going.”

You and Kate throw away your garbage and leave the secluded room, heading back to the apartments for your visit with Yelena. Anxiety wells up within you with each step you take, ‘It’s just Yelena; she’s a trusted friend, remember?’ you say to yourself to ease your nerves. It doesn’t help in the slightest. Kate listens to your shallow, shaky breathing and clenches your hand, “It’s gonna be okay, I promise - it’s Yelena; she will not hurt you, Y/N/N.”

“I know, there’s still the possibility that Natasha might show up earlier than expected and-”

“Y/N, I promise you will be gone before they arrive. If anything, should they arrive sooner than later, you can always make an exit, no feelings hurt.” Kate opens the door for you, and you both return home.

—

“Kate Romanoff,” the blonde answers the door upon the first knock, “Y/N, come on in! I have some snacks for us…and my sister and her wife, when they get here in like an hour and a half, make yourself comfy. And Kate…what will you be doing?”

Kate immediately makes a beeline for the bedroom. You recall she hasn’t slept because Yelena kept her up all night with strenuous physical activity, and her exhaustion showed in her posture and face, “I knew it.” You laughed.

“Oof, alright, take a seat with me, Y/N,” Yelena shrugs off Kate’s exit, clearly more interested in talking with you.

“Sooo, how do we go about this?” you wondered, twirling your hair nervously.

“Hmm, well, I know why you think what you think. Your mom was a big factor, especially since all her paranoia passed to you. What about us Alphas scares you, though? Never talked about it much.” Yelena eats cheese and crackers while you explain everything you told her Omega.

“I always hear things on the news about how Alphas mistreat or abuse my kind, and I’ve read many articles telling me how awful Alphas really are and why they shouldn’t be trusted.”

“It made your fear worse,” Yelena observed, “Most of those articles are written because they loathe them. You do not hate Alphas, right?”

You sighed heavily, crossing your arms and looking down at the snack table, taking a few grapes and noshing on them before continuing, “Right. I’m just…scared of them.”

“What about Alphas scare you? Is it…,” Yelena pauses, “How our personalities can be when our hormones act up or is it like a general thing?”

“Everything. I’m afraid of them hurting and rejecting me; what if they reject me and beat me to death? That happened a few weeks ago with an omega man; what if that happens to me?”

“Y/N, the ‘what ifs’ are breaking your mind. There are always bad apples in every group, even Omegas, betas, and of course, Alphas; that’s how people are sometimes.” Yelena explains calmly, telling you there isn’t much to fear except the bad apples.

“How would I ever know which one would hurt me? People can easily hide that dark part of themselves, and they lure me to their home and kill me or something.” You sulked, frowning as you ate another grape with some cheese.

“Well…that’s where I would go with you,” Yelena sipped some water from her hydro flask and set it down, “I’m not gonna let anybody touch you with their gross ass hands - that right is reserved for your mate alone.”

“Thank you, Lena.” you breathed out slowly, debating whether or not to tell the truth. You can trust Yelena - that’s for sure. “I say a lot that I don’t want my mate because I’d rather be independent and work on my art, unbothered by the world and away from the Alphas.” You pause to take a swig of water poured into a glass. “The truth is, I want to find them and have somebody love me.” You confessed what had been truly lying underneath the surface. All the deflecting and misdirection were useless, and it had no benefit in the end. You didn’t want to tell her, yet you had to - to escape your mom’s shadow. “I’m afraid of my mom being right about my future, about how my mate would reject me on the spot and fuck another Omega afterward. About the pain they’d inflict.”

Yelena nods in understanding, a half-smile forms on her lips, “That took a lot to admit, and I thank you for your honesty, Y/N.”

“I felt comfortable enough with you to share; besides, it needed to be shared,” you replied with a yawn, “Struggling with my mom’s darkness cannot be done alone; I need people in my life who can help me overcome this.”

“We’ll be with you, even when you move away with your mate.” Yelena slightly frowns at the thought of you leaving; she’s grown to like you throughout your time here, and so had Kate, even more so. It’s hard to imagine not being close to them anymore: just three floors down and five doors on your right.

“I don’t know what to do if I found my mate now.” You ate some more snack foods as Yelena began to speak.

“It’s up to you. A lot of Omegas tend to rush into their mate’s arms, but some are casual about it, and others take their time to fully accept their mate.” It’s good to know there’s no rush or fuss about it going too fast. What a foreign concept for you: taking time to adjust yourself to your mate instead of going head-over-heels for them, blindly rushing into something you don't know.

“I’d rather take my time and go with the flow, you know?”

Ring ring!

Yelena’s phone starts ringing. “The blonde picks up her cellular device, and her eyes widen when seeing who’s calling. You see it too, ‘Wanda….”

“Wanda…you almost here? Yeah? Okay, the door’s unlocked. Where’s Natasha? On a mission? Fuck. Okay, whatever….” Yelena grumbles at the end and hangs up, “Sooo, would you like to meet Wanda? She’s my sister’s mate - they’re Alphas, just to clarify. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.”

You’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers; you weren’t gonna walk out on an opportunity like this, “I’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers! Wanda is super cool!”

“Okay…she said she was in the elevator, so she should be here in a second. Forewarning, she is an unmated Alpha, so she might be…on you.”

You turn to her, trying to understand what she means. Yelena said Wanda was mated to Natasha, right? It’s not a terribly rare occurrence for two Alphas to be coupled together, but by the sounds of it, they haven’t eloped yet? What a strange thing to do, but hey, no judgment here. Maybe they’re waiting for their honeymoon? No, it’s implied they have been together for quite some time.

“I thought you said-” A turning of a door handle interrupts you from asking. The door swings open to reveal a redheaded woman huddled in an oversized fluffy hoodie with a Yeti cup of iced coffee.

“Ah, Wanda, have a seat. I made us some snacks.” Yelena offered.

“Oooh, I love snacks!” Wanda chirps as she excitedly waddles to the loveseat adjacent to the couch and promptly grabs a paper plate with a few pieces of cheese and crackers to go with each slice.

Once Wanda eats a few, cleans herself off, and notices you out of the corner of her eyes, she then looks up at you, inquisitively narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, “I didn’t see you there.” She puts the paper plate she was eating off of on the coffee table, “Who’re you? I’m sorry if that sounded rude.”

There’s a sickly floral scent hanging in the air; it wasn’t there before - Yelena’s apartment smells like a cold garage most times, and you know Yelena dislikes air fresheners because it makes Kate’s scent smell off, her words. Why now are there…roses permeating the air? Unless Wanda has a snazzy and expensive perfume? No, it’s too strong - it’s practically radiating off her like sunlight. 

“Um, no, it’s okay, I’m Y/N. I’m her neighbor from three floors up.”

Wanda sits in silence to take in the heavenly scent you were giving, “Charmed to meet you!” Wanda bites her bottom lip and licks her upper, “What brings you here? Just hanging out and chatting or…?”

“Yeah, she’s helping me through some stuff,” you answered truthfully.

You and Wanda lock eyes for a moment, allowing you to admire her gorgeous green eyes illuminated by the sunlight peaking through the curtains. Her strawberry-blonde hair dazzles in the sunshine, giving her the radiance of an angel. To top it all off, she smells of roses and vanilla.

Your heart is racing, though you don’t know why. “You look beautiful when the sun shines on you,” you compliment her ethereal beauty at last.

“Thank you, hot stuff.” Wanda winks, and a gentle smile graces her pink and plump lips.

You sit there with an agape mouth, “I’m hot?”

Wanda’s eyes are noticeably dilated when she looks at you, “Definitely the prettiest girl I’ve seen all day…you out beat my Alpha by a longshot.”

What is her game here? You were simply complimenting how she glowed underneath the sun. Is she planning to cheat on her Alpha with a lowly Omega? Why do such a thing? Her mate is Natasha, Yelena’s sister and fellow member of the Avengers - why go so low for the apple closest to the bottom? Throwing it all away for some hermit Omega, but why?

You decide to get a clearer answer, somehow, “What? I thought you were mated to your other Alpha, Natasha? Why’re you-”

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Yelena places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“What? She’s flirting with me while she’s mated to her other half; that’s not right. That’s cheating!” you explained, not wanting to be a part of an affair.

There it is again, the smell of roses with a hint of vanilla hitting your sinuses though this time, it is noticeably stronger than before. Your body feels warmer because of it, and tingly too. The reassuring warmth washes away some of your worries as if it were magic. Wanda gets up from her seat and sits next to you; the lovely aroma becomes intoxicating. Yelena is watching on with curiosity, intently observing what Wanda plans on doing with you.

“Detka,” Wanda says breathily. Her hot breath hits the shell of your ear, causing your hair to stand up on end, “I’d never cheat on my Alpha, not with anyone, ever. However,” Wanda snakes an arm around your waist, “Have you noticed my scent? How calming it is?” She seductively whispers. Yelena has left, figuring Wanda has it from here but is nearby should things go south.

“I feel warm; it’s nice.” Wanda cranes her head and rubs against your scent gland, then pulls away, hoping you would get the hint. You begin understanding what everything means: the flirting, the use of her scent and pheromones, and the rubbing of your scent gland with her face; it could only mean one thing, “W-wait, are you, my mate?!” Fear starts overriding your brain with whispers of your mom’s heinous words.

“Yes, I am! Natasha is your mate too; that’s why I was flirting with you, silly!” Wanda’s hand slithers over yours and clasps it. Electricity shoots through you when her skin touches yours, “All ours, our precious Omega,” Wanda growled lowly and hotly into your ear.

Startled, you hop off the couch, “Oh no, no, no! I can’t, I- I can’t!” you cried, trembling as you stood. Your mom’s words echoed in your mind, “Your mate is gonna hurt you. Worthless, good for nothing. They won’t love you; they’ll pretend to and leave you in the dust and to rot.”

Wanda slowly stands up to not scare you. She hears echoes of your mind’s anguish and sadness, only small fragments of sentences such as ‘You deserve to die alone and afraid,’ With fearful tears forming in your eyes, your knees threaten to buckle underneath you. You continue repeating, ‘I can’t,’ until Wanda speaks, “Shhhh, detka. I’m not going to hurt you…. May I hold you, detka?”

“No, no, please get away from me. I- I can’t be here!” you begged, and your breathing became panicked and heavy. All that’s on your mind is your mother yelling at you, screaming obscenities until her voice gives out.

“Okay, okay. I hear you…tell me, what’s wrong ‘mega?” Wanda spoke softly, backing away two feet to not tip you over the edge.

“MY MIND IS KILLING ME!” you sobbed; everything had become blurry, and your body flushed with heat. You began wobbling, nearly falling backward. Wanda is quick to wrap her arms around you.

“Oh, my Omega…I’m right here,” Wanda cooed as she placed you and herself on the couch, preparing for when you inevitably drop. 

There’s nothing but grievances swirling in the vortex of your frightened mind as you succumb to your body’s emergency shutdown. You were feeling good moments ago, then the panic of finding your mate so soon sent your mind into a maddening spiral that brought out your mother’s harshest words. This was going to be quite the complicated path you would travel: learning to accept your past and learning to love again.

“Natasha…hey, just wanted to leave a message.” Wanda’s voice was nearly a murmur and somber in tone. “I found our Omega - she’s not well; she had a fear-induced drop. I don’t know what to do; please get back to me when you can. I love you.”

It’s been thirty minutes since you dropped, and Wanda has not let you go, only to grab her phone and call Natasha. You were lying unconscious next to Wanda, your head resting in the crook of Wanda’s neck, and your body was laid on its side, half on top of Wanda. Essentially, you were cuddling her.

Wanda stares longingly at your sleeping form, “Our girl…our mate. You’re so beautiful,” she says softly, recalling some of your haunting thoughts, “You’re safe with me, detka. No one will hurt you when I’m around.” The witch presses a kiss to your forehead, which you subconsciously react to by squirming in her gentle, loving hold.

You groaned in pain.

“It’s okay; I’m right here.” Wanda combs through your hair with her fingers; this appears to calm you down.

Yelena comes into view and is met with an immediate growl from Wanda; it was purely instinctual - no malice came from it, “Woah,” she took note of the growl’s volume, “I made her some chicken noodle soup…they were leftovers from last night, and maybe it might help her. I’m going to come closer, don’t bite, and place it in front of you.”

Wanda’s protective hold of you becomes tighter, and her pupils become pinpricks while the blonde dares to approach. She sets the hot soup bowl on the table, puts her hands in the air, and backs off slowly.

“Thank you,” Wanda spoke kindly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to growl at you.”

Yelena chuckles, “It’s all good. I get it. I was the same with Kate” Yelena sits down on the loveseat and relaxes, “I know you called Natasha; I assumed she didn’t pick up?”

Wanda nods slowly and then presses another kiss on your forehead, “I knew she wouldn’t…so I left her a voice message. I know she’ll see it soon.”

“Since you might be here for a while, would you like a pillow or a blanket with which we could cover Y/N? She needs all the warmth she can get.” Yelena inquires as she searches a wicker basket full of unused blankets.

“Yes, absolutely,” Wanda smiles, “A pillow would be nice too. The armrest is getting uncomfortable.”

Yelena grabs a purple fleece blanket, unravels it to its full length, then fluffs it over you, allowing it to fall gracefully over you, “Okay, that should do. Here’s your pillow, Wanda; let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the bedroom with Kate.”

The former assassin leaves the room, leaving you and Wanda entirely alone - a good thing, too, as you wriggled in Wanda’s hold, showing signs of awakening. A fear-induced drop lasts only a little bit, ranging from 15 to 45 minutes, depending on how bad the situation is. A fear-induced one can also either wear down or damage the body. Thanks to Wanda, it had been 30 minutes since you dropped, and recovery was quick. Her warmth and pheromones helped with the healing process.

“Baby girl….” Wanda whines, “Please wake up…my poor girl.”

Wanda’s phone begins vibrating loudly on the wooden coffee table, and she immediately answers it without seeing the caller ID, “Wanda, I got your voicemail…is she okay now? Does she need any medical assistance? Where are you?” There was an ember of panic in her voice, a rarity for the Black Widow to experience panic.

“She’s doing alright. I have her beside me at Yelena’s house - she’s still unconscious…honey, her mind is damaged, so very damaged. She was so scared when I told her she was our mate; so many terrible things were in her head.”

Natasha silently says, “Okay…what’s her name? I need to know…please.” Natasha enters a secluded room in the compound and leans up against the wall, awaiting an answer. She would probably need your name for medical reasons should you need a visit to the medical wing.

Wanda continues combing and twirling your hair, smiling fondly, “Y/N, her name is Y/N. It fits her so well.”

“I love her name already,” Natasha fawns over your name, “Y/N, Y/N, I have not seen her yet…but I adore her name.”

“Aww,” Wanda coos, happy to hear her other Alpha gushing over you so soon, “She’s gorgeous; I can’t wait for you to meet her - she seems so sweet when she isn’t scared.”

“You’re so lucky…you got to hold and protect her when she dropped. So jealous.” Natasha exits the room and heads for the main room, “Still, we need to bring her in for an evaluation. That drop could not have been good; those are dangerous - who knows how many fear-induced drops she has had?” 

Tony Stark walks past as Natasha finishes her sentence, only hearing, ‘Who knows how many fear-induced drops she has had?’ He pauses in place, his lips quirking disbelievingly, “What? Wait, hold on a second, Nat!” Stark caught up to the striding Natasha, struggling to keep up with her, “I heard something about a fear-induced drop, everyone good?”

Natasha refuses to stop moving, “Maybe. Nothing too serious, I hope.” The assassin had the phone moved away from her mouth.

“Do keep me posted?” Tony asks before meeting up with Steve and Bucky for a briefing on the Hydra base they raided not too long ago. Nat only nodded.

“Sorry, love. Tony wanted a quick word.”

“Yelena doesn’t know, not many, I presume,” Wanda shrugs, then reassures the Widow, “When she’s fully awake, I’ll see if I can gain her trust enough for me to take our Omega to the medical wing; she’s not terribly keen on trusting Alphas.”

Natasha’s heart flutters with sadness. Of course, someone hurt her Omega, “Who hurt her?” She growls uncharacteristically loud, not enough to alarm anybody in her proximity, “I’ll hunt them down and tear them apart and make them beg for mercy.”

“I don’t know, Nat…can’t ask her that yet; I don’t think killing the person who hurt her would win her over,” Wanda admits. You begin to stir, your arms and legs stretching outward as your eyes start opening, “She’s waking up, Natty; I gotta go.” Wanda hangs up without another word.

“Mmm, oww.” you tiredly groaned into Wanda’s ear.

Wanda eases her pheromone usage to not overwhelm you, “Hey, you, you’re finally awake.”

You are incredibly weakened, unable to move an inch without help. In fact, your mind is surprisingly intact after the nightmare attack…somewhat, “Hungry…hungry.” 

“Yelena brought you some chicken noodle soup; it’s hot and ready for you!” Wanda beams.

“Could you help me up? I feel drained,” you whined for your Alpha to help you in your exhausted state, “Please?” Your bottom lip curled into a frown.

“Of course, ‘mega,” The witch, unfortunately, has to use her magic to push you up as her upper body strength is not much, “I hope you don’t mind.”

As Wanda gets up, she has you lean on her for support in case your body can do so. The Alpha levitates the bowl into her hands and holds it in front of you, “Do you want me to feed you, or do you want me to hold the bowl while you eat?”

You initially grimace at the thought of someone feeding you like you are helpless, but you know what you can and cannot do, and eating on your own is one you cannot do by yourself. You did not want to rely on someone ever to help you; alas, you had to - your arms were trembling.

“Y-yeah, er, yes, please.” you begrudgingly agreed.

Wanda holds the silver spoon and scoops up a good sum of broth, noodles, and chicken, holding it in front of your lips. You open your mouth and eat: it tastes pretty damn good, you’d say. Yelena has loved cooking ever since she and Kate moved in with each other. You take another spoonful from Wanda and savor the taste; this is probably the healthiest thing you have eaten in a month, but that’ll change soon.

“You’re doing so good, Y/N.” Wanda had to physically restrain herself from calling you ‘my Omega.’ She wanted to ensure you trusted her first before contacting you, so for now, ‘detka’ will suffice.

“Thank you…for your help, Wanda,” you acquiesced.

“Always, detka,” Wanda fed you another spoonful, “Would you like me to take you back to your apartment after you finish eating?” How generous of her! For an Alpha, she’s awfully kind to escort you home safely.

“Yes,” you meekly replied, “And,” you hesitated, “Could you…lay down with me…when we go to my apartment?” You thought you sounded pathetic when pleading for your mate to hold you while you lay in bed, but you, for some reason, knew you needed Wanda with you, despite your need for independence. Just this once. Speaking of, where were the harsh words of your parental unit? Not a single one has popped up ever since you dropped. Could it be that they appear when you’re all alone or challenged by something new?

Wanda tries to hold back an excited grin, yet she can’t help but squeal with delight, “Awww, of course, I will! You’re my-” Wanda stops herself.

“Go on, you can call me your mate…you saved me believe it or not.”

“Wait- really?” Wanda was shocked: after everything that happened almost 45 minutes ago, she saved you? How?

“Yeah…if it weren’t for you, I would not have come out of that…thank you.” You half-smiled and brought her in for a side hug.

Wanda sets the nearly empty bowl back on the table and wraps both arms around you for a tight hug, “I’d do anything to make my Omega feel safe and loved.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks. This felt nice, you thought, to have affection thrown your way. You were not used to it, but you welcomed it anyway.

One thing has been on your mind: who was Wanda talking to when you were unconscious? You could not determine what she was saying, but you felt her voice in her chest when you rested. It could have been Yelena, for all you know. However, there indeed was somebody else Wanda was talking to, but who?

“Were you talking with someone while I was unconscious? I felt you speaking, and I was just curious….” you bashfully darted your eyes to the kitchen, where you could see a fully-outfitted Kate and Yelena preparing to leave for some sort of superhero outing. They slipped quietly out of the window.

“Natasha,” Wanda stated, “Your other Alpha…I left her a voice message shortly after you dropped, informing her of what happened, and she called a little later.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. That explains everything. No wonder she was openly flirting with you; she is mated to both you and Natasha, “I’m sorry about everything I accused you of earlier; that was shitty of me - I was scared and-”

“It’s okay, ‘mega,” Wanda hugged you tighter, “You didn’t know. I thought you would’ve caught onto my calming scent sooner, and I wasn’t too helpful or aware of what was happening. I got caught up in the moment of finding my Omega mate. I’m sorry too.”

You smiled fully for the first time today; your Alpha owned up to her mistakes and meant it. She had a kind disposition when apologizing and meant every word. You initially thought all Alphas were just sex-crazed monsters who would beat you to death if you rejected their disgusting advances, but now Wanda is changing your perspective little by little. You are warming up to the idea of being mated to two Alphas but are not actually ready to go all in just yet. It would take some time for you to fully recover mentally from your abusive mother’s cruel words and to be free of those chains that bound you. Today is a great start.

“I suppose we should get you back upstairs, my mate.” Wanda nuzzles your scent gland, covering you in her rosy-vanilla scent.

“Mmm, yeah,” you said, pulling away, “Gonna drink some water first - need to cool me down.”

“Was me scenting you too much?” Wanda asked, worried she moved too fast.

“Eh. If I remember right, scenting prevents other Alphas from getting touchy; in a way, you’re protecting me.” You admitted as you drank some water from Yelena’s hydro flask.

“Oh, good. Just wanna make sure I didn’t overstep your boundaries.” Wanda wiped her forehead of sweat; the room's temperature had risen to battle the coolness that seeped in from the window Yelena left cracked open.

“I’ll let you know if you or Natasha overstep,” you let out a yawn, you dropping must have worn your body out., “But I need to go home soon; dropping like that certainly didn’t replenish my energy.”

Wanda nods in agreement with a small smile, “Tomorrow, we might need you checked out at the hospital…in case your body was strained or hurt when you fear-dropped. I’m sure you’re fine, but we can’t be too careful.” Her concern was not unwarranted, fear-drops can be hurtful to the body in many ways. 

“Understood…oh, are we going to the Avenger’s hospital or?” you perked up with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely, you can finally meet your other mate - she’s dying to meet her precious Omega; believe me: she was gushing about me telling her your name.”

This made you blush madly, flustered to know that your other Alpha was eager to meet you. However, you are weary of going somewhere completely new and all the kinds of people you would be meeting. You bet there will be many Alphas in the Avengers, which you need more preparation for, though you will have Wanda and Natasha to protect you should someone cross the line.

“I’m excited!” you exclaimed, “Off to bed we go!”

“Alright, malyshka,” Wanda rubs her eyes, grabs the purple fleece blanket Yelena gave you, and throws it over her shoulder. As the redhead stands up, she helps you to your feet, and you drape your left arm over her shoulders for support, “Do you need anything before you rest up for the afternoon?”

“Afternoon?” you inquired.

“Yeah, it’s only 2:15; why do you ask?”

“I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep and fuck up my sleep schedule completely…maybe we could watch a movie or two? Might have to do a commission in the morning,” you explained simply.

“Welllll, bed plus your mate right next to you equals you and I falling asleep. Got any other idea to keep yourself awake?”

“Not really,” you sighed in defeat, “Finnneee, I guess I’ll go to bed.”

You and Wanda are already out of the door and inside the elevator, “Floor?”

“Seven,” you yawned.

“So, what is this commission you speak of? I’m a bit confused.”

“Oh…I- I’m a freelance artist. People ask me to draw stuff, and they pay me a decent amount of money, and I draw it for them once they have paid me.”

—

Ring ring!

Three hours after you return to your apartment with Wanda, watching FRIENDS and nearly falling asleep twice, you are both awoke by Wanda’s phone. Who could possibly be calling so early in the twilight? Yelena and Kate are out on a stakeout, so they would not be dillydallying on their phones unless it was an emergency. 

“Natasha?” Wanda furrows her brows, “Hey, honeybuns!”

That is fucking adorable.

“Hey, babe…how’s our mate?” Natasha is lying on her bed in her pj’s, bored out of her mind, when she decides to call Wanda for a status update on you.

“I don’t know…why don’t you ask her?” The Alpha whispers, “It’s for you.”

Wanda hands you her red-cased phone, and you place it against your ear. “Hello?” your voice was timid and quiet.

Natasha grins, “Mate.” Just by your voice, she knows for certain that you are her mate, “You doing okay, lovely? Wanda treating you like a princess?” Her voice was velvety and low.

“I’m doing even better! Wanda has been treating me so well!” you praised the redhead next to you, to which she blushed.

“Good,” Natasha plays with her hair, “I may not know what you look like yet, but I know you’re absolutely beautiful. I’d do anything to hold you right now…fuck, I’m so jealous of Wanda right now; it’s not funny.”

You yawned loudly into the speaker, “Oh no, I’m getting sleepy again…I wanna know more about you, Natasha.”

“Oh, baby girl, you should get some rest - you had a rough day; I won’t keep you too long, I-”

“Wait!” you interjected, “I wanna send a pic real quick before I sleep.” You quickly go to the camera app and turn the camera on yourself, take a poorly-lit selfie, and send it to Natasha, “There, now you know what I look like…I’m a little nervous about meeting you…and everyone else, but I know you and Wanda will guard me, and I can feel safe when I visit.” you yawned once more, “Looks like I must rest now…I will see you tomorrow!”

“Goodnight, Omega. Sleep well!” Natasha blows a kiss.

“Goodnight!” you bid your farewell. Your eyelids became heavy with sleep, and you let out another yawn.

Tomorrow is the day. The day you meet your other Alpha. Tomorrow is another day, a good day, where you and your two mates come together. Still, your mother’s words, albeit faintly, echo in the recesses of your mind, now quieter than they have ever been in the past few months.

Tomorrow is today. The morning sun greets you at 11:07 when you finally awake from a deep, uninterrupted slumber that lasted over twelve hours. It was the best sleep you have ever gotten; not even that one time you were up for thirty-six hours and crashed felt as good as this. You felt rejuvenated, all because in the middle of the night, you subconsciously sought your Alpha’s comfort when you had a nightmare. Wanda tightly held you the whole night, ensuring you remained asleep and comfortable. Imagine sleeping with two….

Wanda has been awake for about three hours, waiting for you to rise from your slumber while stroking your hair on and off. You were awake but not wanting to move a muscle - Wanda was ultra comfy, and you liked it when she played with your hair. The Alpha was beyond happy with you in her arms. It made her feel she had a new mission in life: to love and protect her Omega. 

Wanda’s heart swells with love and loyalty. She does something she did not anticipate herself - her throat begins lowly rumbling, purring into your ear as you lay there half-awake, “Detka…it’s time to get up,” she nudges you, “My Omega…as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, we need to go to the compound.”

“But why??” you groaned, “It’s safer here….”

“Natasha is waiting for you there - she’s been preparing your room for you all evening and this morning, just for you, baby.” Wanda brushes a few strands of hair out of your vision, “You’re probably gonna be at the compound for a few days for some tests…that drop was intense, detka.”

“But-”

“Malyshka, they won’t be extensive tests, I promise…. Besides, you and Natasha still have yet to meet. She’s dying to meet her precious Omega. ” Wanda hands you her red-cased phone, already opened to her text messages. At the top, the name reads, ‘Alpha<3’. The letters start from 8:03 up until 8:49 am, “Read them…Natasha can’t stop talking about you; it’s adorable.”

You hesitantly look at the messages.

“How’s she doing?”

“She’s asleep in my arms. She is so peaceful when she has someone to hold onto.”

“:( I’m so jealous of you…wish I could hold her right now…it’s so cold without you here; blankets aren’t doing anything.”

“Awwww, don’t worry, Natty…we’ll be heading over there when she wakes up a little bit; probs needs a coffee run to get her running.”

“Hopefully soon…I need to see my pretty girl up close and personal. That pic is only so much. I want to hear her voice, feel her warmth on my body, and fall asleep with her in the middle of us.”

“I bet she’s so warm and snuggly.”

“She is. She’s like a big ol teddy bear!”

“I love her so much already. When we return, Pietro and I will be out on observation duty, sooooo you’ll have her all to yourself! :D”

“>:) All mine…for the whole day? I CAN’T WAIT!!!”

“You’re gonna love her!”

“I already do!!!”

“Awww. I know she’ll love us both so much! Can’t wait for you to meet her!”

“Well, I oughta get back to getting her room ready…gonna give her some of my shirts and hoodies to wear when she gets here - don’t want anybody going after her.”

“Throw in some of mine, too, please?”

“Of course, my Alpha.”

The conversation ends there.

Your heart begins swelling with adoration at your other Alpha’s pining and gushing over you, even if you have not met yet. That will soon change. From what you have seen, Natasha is doting and more protective than Wanda, maybe? You could not glean much of her personality from the texts; however, you will meet her soon.

“Okay…I’ll go; when will the tests be?” you scented Wanda, rubbing your face against her glands.

Wanda is pleasantly surprised. She thought you would not scent her for at least a while, “Tomorrow,” she mumbles dreamily, quickly dismissing your question to focus on something arguably more important, “You scented me!” she giggles. Her giggle makes your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Yeah,” your voice was small, “You did so much for me yesterday. I have never felt loved in any capacity before…, and you showed me how great it is to be loved by someone.”

Wanda’s heart broke. ‘Never felt loved in any capacity before,’ that heartbreak showed through her deep, sorrowful frown. A whimper escapes her, “My poor baby.” It told her everything without you explicitly saying who or what hurt you deeply.

“It’s okay; I’m safe now.” you reassured your Alpha, “Right then, should we get ready?”

—

You and Wanda grabbed coffee at the same shop you and Kate went to Yesterday morning and then went to a private place to be picked up in a jet.

Soon enough, you arrived at the compound - just a few miles outside NYC. It wasn’t terribly busy; no Avengers could be seen walking out and about the compound. In fact, the place appears deserted, save for a few vehicles parked outside the main building, including a motorcycle.

“Finally, we’re here!” Wanda cheered, hugging you as you finished off your coffee.

Instead, you don’t say a word and firmly grasp Wanda’s hand, silently telling her you’re nervous about entering unknown territory. Wanda gently squeezes your hand, reassuring you you are safe with her.

Wanda sends a quick text. 

“Hey, we’re here! :3”

“Yay! I’m still up in her room, be right down!”

“She’s still upstairs; she’ll meet us at the front!” Wanda leads the way with you falling behind.

Of course, your mind is swirling with negative thoughts at such an important event. Nothing new, just the same old, “You aren’t worthy enough for love.” It’s becoming easier to ignore since Wanda came along and offered constant reassurance that none of those things would ever happen. You wish you could be rid of your self-deprecating thoughts and your mother’s words, but they linger, slowly rising back to the surface.

You stare blankly as you and Wanda move closer to the compound’s front door, only to be greeted by a sweaty, hunky Alpha: Natasha.

Natasha is stunning, to say the least. Her white tank top tightly clings to her torso, exposing her abs and muscular arms to the morning sun; the sweat glistens on her skin. Her blue jeans perfectly fit her, accentuating her luscious toned thighs and ass. Curvy and muscular, they fit into one sexy package.

Her expressionless face immediately turns into a joyful grin upon seeing you behind Wanda, “There’s my Omega.” she says under her breath.

You are stunned by her beauty; your jaw drops when you see how muscular she is, “Holy shit.” were the only words you could muster. Wanda laughs heartily while she lets go of your hand, gently pushing you toward the 6’2 goddess striding over.

Natasha quickly unties her messy bun and lets her blonde-tipped red hair fall past her shoulders. A wave of sandalwood and coconut wafted through the still air, and Nat’s scent became stronger the closer she got. It was strong but not as intense and sultry as Wanda’s, more like an easy-going but bold scent, arousing. 

Natasha approaches and looks you up and down, licking her lips hungrily, “ Mate .” her blue eyes appeared primal, the Alpha in her just stirring just below the surface, “ You’re mine, mine. No one can ever have you but us.” Natasha embraced you and growled those words into your ear.

Affection was nonexistent all your life, and to have so much all at once was a bit overwhelming. Too much, in fact. Your breathing becomes shallow and quick, “Need space.” With that, Natasha lets go.

“Honey? You okay?” Natasha's lips curl into a slight frown.

You begin collecting yourself, “Sorry…never been loved like this before.”

Natasha brushes a few locks of your hair behind your ears and smiles softly, “You don’t need to apologize, my Omega. I understand if you need space.”

You hum with approval, grabbing both of Nat’s hands and pressing a kiss to a knuckle on both, “Thank you, Al- Natasha.” you hesitated to call either of your mates by their titles. Sure, they call you Omega whenever, but for you to call them ‘Alpha’ requires you to completely trust them. Wanda may have cared for you while you fear-dropped and cuddled you when you slept, but your mind simply could not let you call them their titles so freely. For you, they had to truly earn it, your love.

“Of course, my Omega…ready to go to your room? I made it all cozy for you; you’ll love it!”

“You’re so sweet, Natasha! A room all for me?” you cooed as you nuzzled Natasha while she took your arm in hers.

“Wanda told me a few things…I wanted to ensure you did not feel pressured into sharing a bed with us until you were comfortable. The last thing I want to do is pressure you into something you’re not okay with.” Natasha walks with you and Wanda into the compound, “Wanda, love, when is your observation duty?”

“In a few minutes,” the witch says sadly, “I suppose I should go…it pains me to leave you, my Omega and Alpha, but I shall return as soon as possible - hopefully before nightfall. We could maybe cuddle up and watch a movie together?”

You peck Wanda’s lips, nodding happily, “I’d love that!”

The redhead’s eyes lit up with anticipation, “Yay! Alright, I will see you later, detka…you be good for Tasha, okay?” Wanda sighs as she leaves, mumbling, ‘I miss her already, fuck observation duty.’

As you watch her walk away with her head hanging low, you feel your stomach growling and nagging at you. Right, coffee is not a meal. Some actual food would do you some good right now; anything is better than iced coffee. It is noon, and everyone here has eaten; maybe there are leftovers? You pout at the rumbling of your stomach, whining at the lack of food in your system - you have not eaten since last night.

Natasha notices your odd posture and sad face and asks, “What’s wrong, baby girl? Miss her already, don’t you?” 

You hardly nod; your eyes stare blankly at the grey corporate chic floor, “Yeah…but,” you sigh. The coffee has upset your stomach significantly, “I haven’t eaten today…getting a little hangry.” 

Natasha grasps your hand and leads you out into the back area of the compound, “Wanda didn’t get you any food this morning? Wow, can’t believe she left you starving like this.” She feigned annoyance; she could never be mad at Wanda for such a thing. Natasha knew Wanda was eager to bring you home, and it was an oversight on her part, mainly focusing on keeping you awake, “You’re lucky that we just had a big cookout not long before you arrived, my darling…I made burgers; they might not be the best…Wanda usually does all the cooking, so I’m a little shabby. I hope my cooking satisfies you, darling girl.

“Can’t wait; I’m starving!” 

“What would you like on it? I have a large assortment of toppings.”

You tell your Alpha what you want on your burger, sit at one of the tables, and await your Alpha's return. Surprisingly, no one else is around to spoil this special moment; the compound feels vacant, almost like a graveyard. Perhaps everyone has gone back into the main office to discuss Avengers stuff?

Natasha sits down and sets the paper plate in front of you, “Soooo,” Natasha rests her head on both of her hands, staring intently at you, “How are you liking us so far?”

“I’m starting to warm up to the two of you…which is honestly so foreign to me - to enjoy the company of Alphas. My mom tried her damndest to burn into my mind that my mates would hurt me in any way possible,” you confessed only a small portion of your past only because you didn’t want to trauma dump.

“Your mom hurt you?” Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders in comfort.

“Yeah, only with her words…she never hit me, oddly enough. I ran away from her, so I won’t be seeing her anytime soon.” You leaned into the crook of your Alpha’s neck, “I have you and Wanda now. I’m safe here, I hope.” I hope?

“You are, my princess. I promise you this place is heavily secured.”

“Good, good. It’s just I’m afraid my mom will find me here somehow and hurt me,” you nuzzle into Natasha’s scent gland for extra comfort.

Natasha rolls her eyes teasingly, “How could a frail woman like your mom ever hurt you in a place like this?”

“She has her ways, believe me…she’s a threat if she wants to be,” you warned.

Nat kisses your forehead and you resume eating your homemade cheeseburger, silently agreeing to stop talking about your mother and enjoy each other’s company.

“Y’know,” you took a sip of water from the glass, “If it weren’t for Kate and Yelena…we would have never met.” It’s true; if you weren’t in the crossfire of the tracksuit mafia attack near your apartment, you would not be here having a fulfilling experience with your Alphas.

“Oh, yeah?” Nat raises a brow.

“Well, more like we would’ve not met if Kate had stopped breaking into my apartment to check on me every day.” you laughed, remembering all the strange times of night, Kate would unlock your door and place a platter of brownie cookies on your countertop and you would catch her every time.

“That…sounds like Kate, alright. She’s always been the Omega to make lots of friends…in the most unusual ways.” Natasha dreamily stares into your y/e/c eyes, happily humming in admiration as if she were already in love with you, and then continues, “I’m happy that Wanda found you - we’ve been patiently waiting for our Omega to find us, but it appears we found you first, imagine that.”

“Me too. Wanda made me feel so…loved and protected; it’s all so new to me, what with my mother and all.” Your head drops as you mention the harpy you call your ‘mother,’ “I honestly don’t feel like I deserve an Alpha, let alone two or any love whatsoever.”

Nat grabs your chin and tilts your head back up to meet her dazzling eyes, “You are loved, my dearest. You might not think it, but you are so loved, so incredibly loved. We will help you with overcoming this darkness together.”

You are touched by Natasha’s words of reassurance, and tears begin to form once more. For once in your life, something has begun to fill in the cracks of your heart, slowly mending it back together; surely your heart won’t completely return to how it’s supposed to, but now it can be filled with something indescribable, something completely foreign to you: love, a small puddle of love. 

Shortly after lunch with Natasha and being medically examined, you were finally shown your temporary residence two doors down from Wanda and Natasha’s room. It is a cozy yet bleak bedroom: gray walls, a wooden laminate floor mixed with wooden bookcases, and a dresser. There isn’t much decoration, well…there’s hardly any except a poster of Tony Stark posing next to one of his suits on the wall opposite your bed, but that’s it. As you entered your room, you were immediately hit with the faint smell of roses and coconuts. Wanda and Natasha were in here, making sure their scent permeated your bedroom - you knew where it may be coming from too. The dresser. A dark red hoodie is on top; perhaps you should take it? Well, it’s your room; everything is yours, right? 

By that margin, you quickly swipe the crimson hoodie and equip it. This is absolutely Wanda’s; the rosy scent and the baggy, lazy aesthetic gives it away; wearing it is oddly soothing, like…being hugged? You weren’t sure.

“Aww, I knew you’d like it; Wanda wanted me to give it to you as a welcoming gift - it’s her favorite one!” Natasha grins gleefully, “Oh, I gave you some of our old clothes since you’re gonna be here a few days; I hope they fit you.”

“You two are such sweethearts!” you swooned, “I’ll definitely be needing these, thank you.”

The Alpha blushes at your appraisal, “Of course, my Omega, anything for you!”

For some strange reason, you don’t feel giddiness or any happiness bubble within you. Your mind feels…empty and also sad. It’s as if there’s some sort of blockage keeping you confined. Why? Mother is far, far away where she could never hurt you again, yet you can’t move past the gloominess of your past. An unresolved piece of your history prevents you from fully loving your Alphas.

Your face goes from an appreciative, happy one to a full frown, and you look down at the floor with pain that dulls the luster in your eyes, “Y/N?” Natasha furrows her brows in confusion at your change of attitude, “What’s wrong, baby? Something on your mind?” You hated to sour a happy moment, especially one of the very few you have had in your life.

With a defeated, tired sigh, you place yourself on the edge of the charcoal gray-coated bed and pat the space next to you, "I wish my mom loved me as much as you two do now…wish my dad was still around. I think my mom broke the bond between them and kicked her out just so my mom could isolate me from the world."

Natasha wraps an arm around you in assurance, “I’m happy that you’re here today, my Omega, and not trapped within her home anymore.”

“Me too. Still, I wonder what happened to my father after she was booted out, hmmph.” You thought of the possible whereabouts of your father after she was booted out. Your father is a female Alpha, and so she could have found another mate by now - it has been years, “I…I need some time to think about all this. Can I have some time alone, please? I need answers.”

Natasha nods in understanding, flashing a quick half-smile, patting your shoulder before standing up, “Of course, my Omega, but first, you need to know about FRIDAY.” 

The Alpha teaches you simple commands like locking the door and restricting access, amongst all other things. Natasha leaves the room, and you tell FRIDAY to lock the room behind her and allow no visitors.

Now that you’re all alone, you grab your phone and scour the web for your father’s name to see if she has a Facebook profile or something that indicates that she’s still around, “You gotta be here somewhere, father, there's no way you’re completely gone.”

Do you remember your father’s name? Let’s see…no, all you remember is that it starts with ‘A’ and the fact you share a last name with her.

Was it Anne, Augustine, Ava, Abigail, or Addison? Her name sounded like a great-grandma’s name. Perhaps she was named after a novelist? That was a random thought that kept popping up. You had not tried your last name yet; maybe that could work? Strangely enough, your mind has hyperfixated on finding your father on a first-name basis. Curse your brain, indeed.

“What the fuck was her name? It’s on the tip of my tongue…*sighs* I guess my last name will have to do, even if I don’t get the rush of serotonin from finding out her name.”

Now, you hesitantly type in your last name on Google. There’s a reason why you did not want to type it in…because your last name has a bit of history with the Avengers. Within ten seconds, you typed in ‘Harkness’ and pressed enter. Instantly, you’re greeted with something you had not expected - an obituary for a certain Josephine Christie Hemmingway…your mother.

Your eyes completely widen in shock, “What…no fuckin’ way….”

You click on the link to her obituary and read it aloud: ‘Josephine Christie Hemmingway passed away on February 15th at 6:28 pm, just before she ate breakfast. She was a waste of space, a terrible wife, and an even worse mother; even garbage had more use than her. Josephine died of acute respiratory failure and was found lying face-down on the floor with a bottle of whiskey spilled on the carpet…what a waste of whiskey. She is survived by her ex-wife and her daughter, who vanished one night, Y/N.’

Down below the obituary, there was a phone number with a message and a signed name next to it, ‘Y/N, if you find this - please call me…I miss you so, so much.’

“My dad has been looking for me this whole time?” you put your phone down on the bed and lie down, staring at the blank white ceiling in silence at the revelation. Your mom is dead. Gone. Was your fleeing from home what drove her to the edge, to drink herself asleep every night? Probably. You needed to consult somebody about this and what you should do. It’s unsatisfying, really - to have the person who has hurt you all your life die before you could return and chew them off, cursing them for how they treated you, “FUCK!” you yelled, “THIS ISN’T FUCKING FAIR!”

It wasn’t, but what good would it have done if you did have one last chance to scream at her, to make her feel like the weak one? Nothing. 

“FRIDAY, call Natasha and Wanda if she’s available.”

“Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are still out. However, Natasha is still around. Calling Natasha Romanoff to your residence.”

The only family you really had left was all the way across the US, leaving Agatha to be your only immediate family. You doubted your mother’s side of the family cared if Josephine died or if you existed. Whatever, at least Agatha has been looking for you all this time. It felt weird to hear that your father wants you…you have never felt wanted in your life up until you found your mates.

Natasha knocks on your door and you tell the AI to unlock it for her, “Milaya? You wanted to see me?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and beckoned her to sit next to you, “I need to talk…to both of you; it’s important.”

“It must be - your scent is pungent, so to speak, like saltwater…are you okay?”

“Not really. I found out quite a lot, actually. But I need both of you before I can talk about it.” you explained, sorrow evident in your voice, though you didn’t understand why.

“Wanda and Pietro should be back soon, would like to come downstairs and decompress. Maybe watch some TV?” Natasha did not sit down as you asked; rather, she extended her hand and helped you to your feet.

You shake your head ‘yes’ and follow the Alpha down to the living room, where Pietro is casually lounging and slurping on a smoothie with Wanda, who is nowhere to be seen.

“Wanda is on her way, Natasha. She lagged behind, well, I mean, I am very fast.” Pietro smirked as he zoomed across the room to greet you and your Alpha, “Oh? Who might you be? Never seen you here before.” he pointed at your nose curiously.

“Y/N…Natasha and Wanda’s Omega, you must be Wanda’s twin brother, right?”

“Mhm! I’m a Beta, by the way, just gotta throw that out there!” Pietro shakes your hand even though you didn’t offer to shake his.

Natasha growls at Pietro, one of warning to not touch what’s hers, without permission again. The speedster shrugs her off and nyooms back to where he sat, drinking his beverage without a care in the world. Wanda walks in through the backdoor, and her eyes light up when she spots you next to Natasha and waves.

“Wanda….” you say, “Us three need to sit down and chat.”

The redhead notices your somber expression, and her happy demeanor becomes solemn. Nodding, “What’s going on, my Omega?” Wanda looks at her twin, who, upon hearing those words, understands what is transpiring and promptly leaves.

“Well,” you and Nat sit next to Wanda, you are in the middle of them, “To catch you up to speed, Wanda: I am having some mental blockage and it involves my mother, of course. My mind refuses to let go of the pain and the years of being unloved, and because of that, I can’t…love you both until I get this resolved.”

“Okay……” Wanda blinks, “What do you plan to do, detka?”

“Well, I originally planned to find her and confront her, but, uh, fate,” you pull out your phone, “Says otherwise.” You take a deep breath in and release it, “My mom…passed away about three months ago on the 15th.”

Your Alphas look at one another in disbelief; finally, the demon that was your mother is finally gone from this world, burning in hell for her crimes against you. However, you weren’t finished, “I found her obituary and it says my dad is still alive somewhere.”

Nat squeezes your thigh, “You want to find them?” her voice is quiet, almost like the wind.

“Yeah, my mother broke the special bond between them and booted my father out. My dad was forced out of my life, and at the bottom of Josephine’s obituary, my dad left a message for me in case I wanted to reconnect, ‘Y/N, if you find this - please call me…I miss you so, so much,’ but here’s where you might get…angry.”

“We would never be angry with you, detka. You are our Omega. We will stay by your side forever, always.” Wanda reassures.

All you could do was peck her cheek, to which the redhead squealed with delight, “She left her name signed at the bottom.”

“What’s wrong with that, honeybuns? Your father wanted you to remember her name; I think that’s cute.” Nat squeezes your hand to comfort you as she feels your hand beginning to shake.

“I shared her last name, and even after she left, I still took her name with pride. I never took my mom’s maiden name after the divorce; I could never be one of the Hemmingways, ever; they never cared about me or my situation.”

“Oh? We never learned your last name come to think of it. Are you comfortable with sharing that with us? If not, it’s totally okay; we won’t pry any further.” Wanda promises on her life.

“I don’t want to, but…it needs to be addressed,” you pause and take a drink of water from the table and put your phone back up to your eyes, reading aloud your last name to your mates with fear covering your voice, “My last name is……Harkness. My father is Agatha Harkness.”

They did not see that coming.

Wanda and Natasha sat dumb and unmoving, staring blankly past each other at the revelation of your heritage. It’s impossible. You are so different from the witch, they thought. The last time they encountered Agatha was three years ago when she caused a disturbance in a small town looking for someone who turned out to be you. It makes their stomachs churn with uneasiness. You figured they would react this way - frozen in place with their minds trying to make sense of the information.

“It’s a lot to take in….” Wanda speaks after a moment.

“Mhm,” you nod, “Who would’ve thought?”

“What do you want to do, Omega?” Nat asks, pulling you in for a comforting side hug.

You rest your head on her shoulder, sighing, “I dunno…I- I want to reach out, but this is all so much so soon.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns, squeezing your hand in reassurance, “We’ll be right beside you every step of the way.”

Despite the revelation of your genitor and her history with your mates, you are relieved they did not leave you like your mother said they would. This shows they are committed to you, no matter who your parents are or how things might play out should you visit Agatha. You’re happy, even if for a split second.

A happy hum then follows, “I’m gonna wait a while before I call her; I need some time to adjust to,” you gesture around you, “All of this, my new life, and with what’s going on up here,” you point to your head, “Most importantly…I want to spend time with you before even considering talking to my father about everything.”

“I was about to say...it would probably not be a good idea to call Agatha right after such emotional turmoil,” Natasha commented.

“Yeah. I’m going to give it a few days, maybe a week?”

“Whenever you’re ready, detka, we’ll go with you if you want us to,” Wanda affirms.

“Thank you, both.”

“Heyyy!” Kate answers after two rings.

“Yo!” you replied.

“Sooo, Yelena told me a few things….” Kate held back her excitement as if Atlas held the earth.

“Uh huh,” don’t think about it too much, “Wanda and Natasha are my mates, could you believe that?”

“I heard! How exciting! Two mates, that’s really rare, you know? You got so lucky; I can’t believe the little hermit found her Alphas!” Kate is lying flat on her stomach, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Me too, to think it all happened 'cause Wanda came over earlier than she was supposed to,” you laughed.

“Glad she did! You like them so far?”

“At first, I was sketchy of Wanda, but she helped me through a fear-induced drop and comforted me. I felt loved, which is honestly a first.”

“Awww, glad you enjoy her company! What about my Alpha’s older sister? I never really interacted with Natasha any time she was over.”

“She’s very tall and muscular…that was the first thing I noticed about her.” you bashfully admitted, blushing red at the confession, “Like, I swear I nearly drooled when she walked out the compound.”

Kate cackles on the other end, “Adorable, you’re adorable.”

Your blush becomes even redder, “Shut up!” you bury your face deep into your pillow.

“It’s okay to think your mate is ultra hot, dude! I was the same with Yelena: thirsting over her figure when I approached my heat- oh.”

You jolt off the bed, “I was admiring her physique; she has trained and strengthened her body well.” You didn’t pay enough attention to what Kate had said, only bothering to defend yourself…for some reason.

“Mhm, didn’t you say you drooled over her?” Kate teases.

“I- I, yeah….” You sighed in defeat, “I’d take a bite out of her.”

“They’d like a bite of you, too, in more ways than one, heheh.”

“Ohmygosh, KATE!” you stuffed your face with the pillow.

“It’s so true, though. I know Wanda-”

“Shush!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll let off the pedal.” Kate eases her teasing for the time being.

“Since you’re doing that, I must ask you something - it’s very important.” You quickly regained composure and switched to a more serious tone. It was time to ask your best friend a massive favor.

“Oh?” Kate raises an eyebrow, “What’s up?” The archer adjusts herself to a more comfortable position.

You take a deep breath in and then out, “I need you to look into someone, find where they might be. I can’t move forward mentally until I find them.”

“Y/N, you really should not go searching for your mom, not after what she did to you. Please reconsider-”

“My dad. I want you to find my dad. My mom passed away months ago, and my dad wrote her name at the bottom of the obituary, basically begging me to call her. I just want some info on her.” You pull up the obituary on your phone and look over her name.

“Okay,” Kate rolls off the bed with a thud and finds her way to her computer, booting it up, “Gimme her name.

“Agatha Harkness.” you reluctantly informed.

Kate squints at her computer, the darkness of her room being solely illuminated by her computer’s bright blue light strained her eyes, “I feel like I’ve heard that name before…was she like Wanda’s opposite?”

“I’m not sure; I never really knew my father. My mom broke the bond and booted her out while taking full custody of me.” You sorrowfully said, “I wish my dad had me instead; maybe I would have turned out better, maybe not have this stupid mental block.”

“It’s okay to be angry about it. I know what it’s like to have a parental problem, and I’m here if you want to discuss it more. But don’t be afraid to reach out to your mates, Y/N; they are there for you, always.”

“I know…I’m still afraid somehow, and I don’t know how to ask or reach out to them. I’d hate to bother them while they sleep, maybe tomorrow…or the next day, or the next?” You were quickly retreating into your shell again.

“Noooo, they won’t mind you, Y/N/N. In fact, I guarantee they are wishing how their precious Omega was in bed, snuggling with them until they fell asleep.”

“How can you be so sure?” 

“Believe me, Alphas only want their mates once they find them, always wanting their Omegas right next to them. I highly doubt they’d roll their eyes at you this late at night.”

“If you say so….” 

“Not right now; I’m not tired.” You groaned.

“It’s 1:30 in the morning. You need the sleep!” “I’m good, and I already tried; it’s just so uncomfortable. Well, I mean, everything here is top-notch and great for sleeping and all, but I can’t sleep, ya know?”

“What have I told you about consuming caffeine hours before bed?” Kate asks seriously, her brows raised in both disappointment and frustration.

“Don’t.” you answered, “I haven’t even had coffee or anything like all day. Been too busy stressing out over my parents.” You wish you had some coffee in hand right about now, you could be doing some art to distract yourself, but you didn’t bring your tablet.

“Good, ‘cause you need sleeps!”

“But I can’t. I’m tossing and turning. Not even Wanda’s hoodie or any of their old clothes surrounding me is doing fuck-all!”

Kate simply smiles with a hint of mischief sparkling in her light brown eyes, “Oh? You have their clothes around you? Awww, you made a makeshift nest!”

“Wha-”

“Listen, you have had a rough day…why don’t you go cuddle with them? Ya know, a cute little cuddle puddle?”

“Tempting, Kate, but I- I’ll fall asleep here in a few minutes,” you let out a fake but somewhat convincing yawn, “Oh! Did ya hear that? I think it’s time for bed.”

“Do what you will, Y/N,” Kate yawns loudly, alarming Yelena, who is a light sleeper, “You’ll find yourself at their bedroom door without even thinking.”

“Kate. Bed. Now,” Yelena growls lowly in her open ear.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a jiffy! I hope you sleep well, regardless if you sleep with your mates or not; okay, bye!” Kate hangs up.

—

This is hopeless. Your bedroom has turned into an uncomfortable and uninhabitable sleeping space. Your body is restless, and you’re not sure why. The room was cold, but your bed and pillows felt too warm; hell, you swear you felt sweat form around your neck. You look at your phone’s clock to see it is nearing the devil’s hour, 3:00 a.m.

“I can’t take this anymore!” you yelled into your pillow, “I fucking hate it when Kate is right; she’s right about everything!” The scents imbued into the oversized clothes around were faint at best and not enough to soothe you to sleep. Were these clothes washed before you arrived, or were they lightly worn?

Annoyed, you leap out of bed and storm out of your temporary bedroom two doors down to Wanda and Natasha’s room, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…. Just this once, and then I’ll steal some of their favorite shirts and hoodies- oh, oh, holy shit.”

A realization dawned on you: as Kate prophesied, you subconsciously needed them.

“Nuh uh, no. I’m going back to bed.” You boldly said to yourself, unaware of the door opening and the hunk leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey, baby girl,” Natasha licks her lips, “Can’t sleep? Us either.”

Slowly, you turned around to face Natasha but could not look her in the eye. You swallow your creeping anxiety when you smell her tropical scent mixed with Wanda’s. They must have been cuddling one another in a vain attempt to fall asleep.

“No,” you pouted. You had other words you wanted to say, but they refused to leave your tongue.

“You’re adorable when you pout,” Nat smirks, “It’s a good look on you.”

You blushed at her compliment, “I made a nest, but it’s not doing anything for me - can’t get comfortable. I don’t wanna bother you and Wanda-”

“Yes,” she knew exactly what you were going to ask, “You can sleep with us!”

“Wha- I was gonna, this is embarrassing, steal some more hoodies and bring them back to my nest like a goblin filling up their hoard.”

“Oh,” Nat slumped her shoulders defeatedly, sad you won’t be filling the space between her and Wanda tonight, “Okay.”

Natasha sounded so eager to have you take residence in her king-sized bed, to hold you and cuddle with you for the first time, but it might just have to wait. Your Alpha stands straight up and is about to walk back into her shared bedroom to grab unwashed hoodies when you change your mind.

Your heart panged when her voice dropped to a murmur. It wasn’t your intention to hurt her feelings like that. Truth be told, the nest you made you more restless than you were without it. Their scents weren’t enough - you also required the warmth, can’t have one without the other, at least tonight, anyway.

“Natasha, wait!” you stopped her dead in her tracks.

Your Alpha quickly turns around, “Yes, my Omega?”

“I wouldn’t mind…sleeping with you and Wanda tonight. Ever since Wanda saved and comforted me through my drop, I realize I need you,” you confessed.

Your Alpha lights up like the pale moonlight shining through the window but much brighter, “Really?!” She’s as happy as a puppy dog. Natasha gently grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside the bedroom, happily announcing to your other Alpha, “Look who’s joining us, Wands!”

Wanda looks up into the barely lit hallway to see your silhouette next to the towering assassin; she grins and laughs gleefully, “Yay!” Wanda pulls the center part of the blanket down and pats the empty space next to her, inviting you to snuggle and fall asleep between the two Alphas, “I’m happy you’re here, detka!”

Natasha presses a kiss to the top of your forehead and then lowers her head to your ears, “C’mon, my sweet, pretty girl, don’t be scared; we don’t bite, I mean, unless you want us to.”

You hop into bed with a push from Natasha and pull the covers over you after Wanda lays on her side and places her head on your chest. Natasha goes to the right side of the bed and does the same thing, except now her ear is directly above your heartbeat. Nat purrs at the sound and scents you after a few seconds, with Wanda soon following. Their combined warmth quickly breaks down your restlessness, gracing you with the blessing of drowsiness for the first time tonight.

“You both are so incredibly warm,” you praised, “But also never felt so comfy before.”

They were holding you like they were protecting you. “Better than being by yourself in a nest, huh?” Wanda nibbles your neck near the scent gland, which elicits a sharp breath from you.

“I can’t even imagine being alone anymore, can you, Wanda?” Nat closes her eyes while enjoying your heart fluttering at the praise.

“I can’t,” Wanda coos, “I feel complete now that you’re in our bed, my Omega.”

“I agree! She’s like…a teddy bear, an adorable and lovable one at that.”

“You two are so sweet! I feel safe in here…I’ve…never felt safe before until now,” you confessed, “Now I know for sure that I’ll have people have my back when I visit my father here in a few days.”

Natasha props herself up with the arm beneath her, brows furrowing, “Visiting Agatha so soon?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, malysh? ‘Cause, she was a real troublemaker for us a few years back, and I don’t want her to double-cross and hurt you as your mother did.” Wanda voices her concerns about this upcoming encounter.

“I’m having Kate locate her in case she wants to start some shit. I don’t know what my dad is like beside your bouts with her.”

“Well, we can tell you the full story tomorrow when we wake up and have breakfast,” Natasha lays back down on your chest, “For now, I wanna cuddle my precious mate and sleep.”

“Me too,” Wanda adds, “I enjoy your company in our room, my love.”

“Aww, I love you two, too!” you kiss both their foreheads, closing your eyes as the drowsiness pulls you under.

“You love us!” Natasha squeals with delight.

“Wonderful!” Wanda peppers you with kisses, “Love you so much!”

Kate managed to escape Yelena’s grasp and hop back onto her laptop to research Agatha’s possible whereabouts. She found a hint after one Google search, a witchy shop in New Jersey in a small, unassuming town known as Westview.

In your dreams

“Your Alpha will never love you.” Josephine mocked, “Look at how I turned out; your dad thought so low of me that she broke the bond between us and left. That’s what’s probably gonna happen with you.”

You broke the bond and threw her away.

“I loved you so much I ensured you would be safe from her.”

You hate me. I would have been safer with her.

“I didn’t expect you to turn out so much like her; it disgusts me. Wish you were more like me instead of that traitor.”

I’m glad I did; she gave me good genetics. I only got the slightly okay stuff out of you. Thank fuck I didn’t inherit your dead grey eyes.

“I can barely look at you without wanting to vomit.”

Drink your whiskey and pass out already.

“One part of me really wants you to get hurt by an Alpha so you can see how I suffered!” Josephine took a swig of her whiskey, slamming the bottom of it onto the rickety table.

Always so cruel.

“Respond to me, damn you!”

I used to love you, mother.

“Little bitch, you know better than to stare off and ignore me!”

I can’t help but believe what you say about Alphas.

“I will make you speak; YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME!”

Deep down, there’s a sliver of hope that tells me everything you say is wrong.

Josephine delivers a quick but firm slap across Y/N’s face. She never gets physical.

I want you to be wrong so bad. With everything you have told me all my life, you have instilled this fear of Alphas into me.

“I wish you were never born,” she said calmly, a simmering fury barely contained behind pursed lips.

I wished you would have loved me.

“Maybe I could have been happy with my Alpha.”

Now…I’m not sure I’ll ever feel loved by a living soul.

Y/N had already packed up her belongings, at least what little she had, and thrown all her stuff in her car. Now, all she had to do was wait until she was free.

Josephine passed out drunk, and Y/N had urgently sneaked into her car, speeding away into the night, never to see her mother again in her life.

—

It is 7:30 in the morning, and clouds cover the rising morning sun making the sky become cornflower blue instead of a mixture of radiant rose pink, gold, and the signature color of the night. Wanda had begrudgingly torn herself away from you to make breakfast for you and the remaining crew. You, however, clung tight to Natasha as if you would lose her somehow while you slept. Your head nestled in the crook of her neck, and your arm wrapped around her waist - a small smile formed on Natasha’s lips as she lay awake. Writhing in their hold all night, they, in turn, held you close in case your body began to move sporadically or accidentally hit them.

Nat looks down at you, and her smile widens, “So beautiful, even in the morning.” Natasha kisses your hairline and whispers, “Love you so much, ‘mega.”

Barely awake, you grunt tiredly in response and resume your sleep. Your Alpha chuckles happily, “Okay, you may rest a little longer, sweet pea…but when Wanda calls us for breakfast, I don’t want to drag you down there.”

“Mmph.”

“Adorable.”

Only a few people are within the compound; most have moved out since the big world-ending threat was vanquished a few years ago. There was Pietro, Wanda, and Natasha left; others would visit to check up on sensitive info. Yesterday, Wanda and Pietro accompanied Steve and Bucky on an observation mission while you were with Natasha. Tony had stopped by a bit ago to check up on the tech and some shipments. The medical wing had doctors treating some of the lesser superheroes. Once in a while, Yelena and Kate would take residence here and annoy Natasha to near death. Undoubtedly, they would stop by and see how you like it here.

You would not be here for much longer, as you would call your dad for the first time in years and probably meet her shortly after.

Wanda quietly opens the bedroom door and slides inside to see you and her Alpha cuddling, “You’re both so cute together,” she grins, “Breakfast is ready!”

Nat stretches her legs and slowly removes you from her body; much to your dismay, “We’ll be right down, Wanda. I gotta convince her to get up first.” The more she moved, the more you whined.

Wanda’s heart swells with happiness at your unconscious clinginess to her other Alpha, “Didn’t expect her to be like this so soon!” she laughs. The witch walks over to her bed and crawls toward you, “Time to get up, ‘mega.” she nudges your shoulder.

“Noooo.”

Wanda uses her magic to pull open the curtains to let some natural light shine on your face, “Time to eat, detka.”

“Just five more minutes!” 

Natasha simply pries your arms off her and leaves the comfort of the bed she shared with you, leaving you suddenly cold and upset at the lack of contact, “C’mon, babe, Wanda makes the best breakfast!” 

You wouldn’t move until you felt your stomach rumble, “Fine,” you drawled.

Slowly but surely, you got up and followed your Alphas downstairs and into the dining room, where a plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a buttered English muffin awaited you. Wanda had taken note of the coffee you liked and brewed you a cup. As you began more awake, many thoughts resurfaced, ‘Where is my father?’ ‘Where are my mom’s ashes?’ ‘I’m surprised my father remembered me after all this time.’ ‘Wanda is adorable when she smiles.’ ‘But for real, where did my father go off to?’

Today was the day you would call your father, Agatha, and see about meeting up with her sometime soon.  For now, you would spend the morning with your Alphas and get to know them even more. You hardly knew anything about the Alphas you are mated to, nor did they know much about you. A part of you did not want to open up to them. Sure, you said you loved them last night, but saying you love someone and them saying it back does not cure the pain you’ve endured, and there was a lot to overcome before you could trust them with everything about you. For now, they’ll know the little things.

“So,” Natasha starts, “What sort of things do you draw? Wanda told me you drew.”

“Yeah,” you scratched your head nervously, “I mostly do what my fans and other patrons pay me to do… except like explicit stuff, that ain’t my thing.”

“Oh, very nice! How long do they usually take you?” You had Natasha’s full attention as her eyes never left your face.

You are quite happy someone in your life, besides Wanda, who asked you similar questions back at your house, cares about what you do for a living and as a hobby.

“It honestly depends, usually more than two weeks…I dunno, like it depends on what they want me to draw.” You explained simply.

Wanda returned from the sink, cleaning her plate and silverware, “She’s really good at what she does; she showed me a few on her tablet!”

You blushed madly at the praise from your Alpha, “You’re so sweet.”

You found out quite a few things from your mates over the course of a few hours. You learned Natasha spends much time practicing martial arts, yoga, and building stuff. She recently built a shed filled with gardening tools, a lawnmower, and two toolboxes. Nat has also made improvements around the compound in an effort to make it more homely rather than a bleak gray fortress. Wanda loves playing board games with her brother, reading, and gardening when her plants are in-season. She mostly plants flowers and occasionally some veggies she likes.

After spending the day with your Alphas and grabbing dinner at a local diner, you figured calling your father might be a good idea now while it’s still light out.

“When we get back to the compound, I think it’s time I-” you swallowed, “You know….”

Wanda and Natasha nod, agreeing, “Need some time to yourself?” Wanda asks.

“Yeah,” you said, “It’s time I call Agatha - I’m so nervous about what might go wrong.”

Wanda suddenly holds your hand and squeezes tightly, then kisses your middle knuckle, “It’ll be okay, Y/N. We are here for you and will help in any way we can, okay, detka?”

“We love you, Omega.” Natasha kisses your cheek, which makes you blush.

“Thank you, truly.” You get off the couch and head back upstairs to your bedroom, where you hesitantly pull out your phone and search up Josephine’s obituary, scrolling down to the bottom to find Agatha’s number.

You hesitantly type in her number, and before you can press the call button, you find yourself unable to do it. Only sitting and staring blankly at your phone screen with your thumb hovering over the button, “I should do this tomorrow.” You said aloud, anxiety consuming every thought that came to mind, “But I know I don’t want to, but I should…get this done,” You sighed heavily, “Here goes….”

You grimace as you press the call button and hold your cell phone up to your right ear, waiting for Agatha to respond. It rang once before being immediately picked up by the other end, where a tired, middle-aged woman answered with a yawn, “Harkness House, Agatha speaking,” Agatha, your father, responded.

“Hi…um, this is gonna sound really strange, but…uh, I’m Y/N; I saw your message on my mom’s obituary and-”

“My daughter?!” She sounded confused yet delighted, laughing quietly on the other end, “You’re alive after all this time?”

“Yeah,” you meekly replied, “I was a bit shocked, to be honest, to learn what happened to my mother.”

“Me too, at the same time, though- I wasn’t. I was more worried about you all these years than my ex-Omega…how have you been since you ran away?” Agatha’s voice was full of a certain kind of sadness, a type where her heart had been lightly bleeding since the day her precious daughter was taken from her. Agatha had always been worrying about you since she was booted out.

“I’m okay; I’ve made a career out of drawing and painting - I’ve made enough to live independently and have some left over for personal stuff. I met a few friends and found my mates, who I’m still trying to understand.”

“Aww,” Agatha cooed, happy to hear everything was going well for her daughter after her escape, “I’m glad you made it out okay…what don’t you understand about your mates, dearie?”

“Everything.” you answered with a groan, “Josephine was…quite negative towards Alphas all my life, and now that I’m with two of them, I dunno what to make of it all. It’s all so much to take in after so many years of her. ”

“Take your time! Don’t force yourself to accept them just to make them happy, do it for your happiness.”

“I kinda already told them I love them…though I can’t help but feel conflicted about saying it like I meant it, also like-”

“You’re scared. It’s okay to be scared, hon. Love takes time; it could have been a spur-of-the-moment thing it could not have. They want to protect you - that’s all they want to do, Y/N; it’s in their nature to protect their Omega and nurture you- within your boundaries.”

You two talked for hours and had much in common, much to your surprise. At one point, you asked if you could visit her and when she was about to respond, a child had come up to her and begged for a snack, “Okay, dearie, one second, momma is talking to someone special!”

She had another kid? That means she probably found a new mate. Good to hear!

“You have another family?” you inquired.

“Indeed, I do. A while after I was booted out, like two years after, I found my new mate, Veronica. We had a few pups together. Our family, at least for me, wasn’t complete until I found you. I’d love to have you meet everyone!”

How about that? You have the grandest opportunity of having a family! Surely, Wanda and Natasha were technically a part of your family, but you needed this first and foremost to move forward with them into the future. They knew you needed this before they could get too comfortable with you.

“Yeah, that would be great!” you exclaimed, “When would be a good day?”

It’s been three days since that call, and you are preparing to head to your dad’s house; your bags are nearly packed for the few-day stay. You expect to stay over for at least five nights, depending on how it goes. Your Alphas fully support you but are quite concerned due to their history with your father and insisted they accompany you inside your father’s home, but you denied them and said this trip was personal business. It’s true; your mind needs closure to move forward in your relationship with Wanda and Natasha. You want to pour your love on them, hell, flood them with affection, yet you can’t; this bothers you so much it affects your dreams.

You still can’t quite believe it - Agatha had a whole family, and all the while, you were trapped with your so-called mother. If you were honest with yourself, having your father go on to have a happy life without you stung a lot. Couldn’t Agatha have pursued legal action against Josephine? You weren’t quite sure how the law worked with pups like you back in the day, but Agatha never came up to the door to take you home - your true home with her. You could have been loved all your life and grown up happier and unafraid of your two Alphas. She can’t be blamed, though; laws favor the Omega parent more than the Alpha parent.

Anxiety flowed through you like a roaring river, and you did your best to keep your head above the water. Throughout the day, as you were packing, you found yourself drifting to Wanda and Natasha for ease of comfort. In fact, at times, you would be snuggling them more than actually packing, and it was strange now that you started actively thinking about it. It was like every thought was clearer and straightforward instead of muddled and erratic like electricity. So that’s why you brought Wanda with you into your room so that you could focus on packing…until you realized how bad of an idea it was as she kept grabbing your attention. Eventually, you got packed. Natasha had also slipped inside your room while you zipped up your suitcase and backpack.

“Alright, I’m finished,” you said, zipping up your suitcase, “Feeling a bit hungry, what’s for dinner?”

Wanda and Natasha quizically looked at one another and made a series of facial expressions as if they were conversing without saying a word. Strange. Wanda turns back to you and says, “We might know a place you might really enjoy; it’s a diner where Nat and I went on our first date together…would you like to go?”

You giggled for a moment, “Is this your way of asking me out?”

Natasha grins and grabs Wanda’s knee, which makes its way up her thigh, “Yeah, we’d love to take you out, Omega. You know, since you’ll be gone for about a week.”

“I’m down! No funny business, you two!”

—

You remember this diner quite well - Yelena took you to meet up with Kate after one of your art contests. It is a 50’s themed diner with black-and-white checkered flooring, red booths, tacky metal chairs, and pop art displayed everywhere on the plain white walls. There was a bar of sorts filled to the brim with alcohol and the kitchen directly behind it. This place causes nostalgia of that day, the day when you broke out of your hermit shell and decided to give Yelena and Kate a chance to be your friends…you’re glad you did.

You were exhausted from attending the art contest, and Yelena already had plans with Kate at the diner but decided it would be fun to have you along to get to know you better.

“Sooo, where do you wanna go, Y/N?” Yelena inquired as she drove down the busy streets of the never-resting city of New York.

You looked out the window exhaustedly; your heavy eyelids threatened to close after such an eventful yet dull evening, “Ngh, I’m craving fried food…let’s go to our usual place.” you yawned as you finished.

“Tired of people, eh?” Yelena lowered her voice, trying not to irritate you.

“Yes…can we get the booth towards the back?”

“For sure, for sure. What’s next for my friend, Y/N?” Yelena immediately pauses, thinking about what she said, “Nevermind, you’re tired out of your mind to even think about it…sorry!” she laughed.

As Yelena pulls into the diner, she quickly mutters, ‘I hope Kate is wearing that sexy purple dress I bought her a few months ago,’  before pulling into the quaint little lot, unbuckling herself after parking her beaten-up pickup truck.

You unbuckle and leave the white truck, your dress swaying in the breeze while you walk towards the slightly run-down diner, lagging behind Yelena. Yelena’s scent hits you in small amounts; gooseberries, floral, almost grassy, too: no wonder Kate loses her mind when around Yelena. You wonder what your scent would do to your Alpha…would it drive them crazy, would they be all primal and protective of their precious Omega, or would it make them horny? Who knows? 

As you and Yelena enter, you spot someone sitting at the back booth. Someone with long wavy brown hair and a purple dress adorned by a gold necklace. Upon seeing her light brown skin, you recognize this woman as Kate, who is waving aggressively, beckoning you two to sit down with her. Kate's bright smile lights up the whole diner; ‘Yelena got lucky with her mate,’ you thought.

Yelena grins like a fool and eagerly glides through the checkered floor with great pride. You, again, lag behind. Kate has already ordered you and Yelena your usual food and drink, which are still hot. Kate scoots towards the farther end of the booth, letting her Alpha sit next to her, and bounces excitedly in her seat. The other Omega in your group chows down on her cheeseburger, ignoring you and Yelena for a few minutes. The Alpha sips her water while you absentmindedly eat some fries. You appear downcast and quieter than usual, not bothering to start conversing with your trusted friends. 

Usually, you would be going berserk over this diner’s fries, but you were not feeling it today. Yelena quickly notices your unusual behavior and points out, “Something wrong, Y/N?”

“Just a little, Lena…hmm, I feel…empty. Weird.” you shrugged it off, resuming your consumption of crinkle fries.

Kate nearly chokes on her Coke, almost spitting it out and giggling, “Oh, really?” Kate’s impish smile deepens.

“Yeah,” you said, “Is that a normal thing? I mean, my life is great, you know? Don’t gotta worry about paying bills, and I have some spending money, but I can’t shake the feeling that…I’m missing something.”

Kate looks down at her plate sorrowfully. Your Omega friend has undergone similar feelings before meeting Yelena, “I felt that way before meeting Yelena…maybe it’s a sign!”

You winced, “Nah…there’s no way a sign of depression could lead to true love, fairytale stuff, I tell ya.”

“I dunno, man…anything could happen in just a few days, you could find your Alpha, or you won’t. Tomorrow I’ll take you out somewhere nice, and we could, if you want, try to find your mate?” Kate suggests. She has your best interests in mind, but she can be a bit eager for you to find your one true love…or two.

“I don’t know, Kate…I- I have a commission to work on and-”

“Y/N. Your special someone could be there tomorrow…you never know if you don’t go.” Yelena had cut you off.

“Well, I’m just scared of finding my Alpha and what they’ll do to me. I’d rather not pursue an Alpha…like ever; let’s talk about something else, yeah?” you quickly drank your drink and shifted your eyes to the pop art.

Kate shrugged and offered a smile of reassurance, “Okay, another time then. How was the art contest?”

You paused your rapid, nearly feral consumption of overly salty fries, “Good, I got second place - got a decent cash prize at least, so I’m happy!”

“Oh, jolly good!” Kate wiped her mouth with a napkin, “I’m glad your art is getting you places!”

—

This turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, the first best being the day you escaped Josephine's house of horror. You and your mates got to know each other on a much more personal level than before, and you felt connected to them, albeit still unable to move past the mental block of not only reuniting with your father after so many years but also getting much-needed closure about everything in the years Agatha was gone. There was just…something deep within you that was irking you like a fly: what if this goes south? What if you can’t establish a relationship with Agatha and her family? Would things be too much to try and become a family with your half-siblings so late in your existence? Possibly. They are already a family; you would be suddenly dropping into their lives just to meet their dad, who was also biologically yours.

You brought up your conflicting and worrisome thoughts to your Alphas.

“It’s never too late, malyshka…though it might be difficult to adjust.”

“No matter what, our love, you will always be a part of our families. You will have Kate, Yelena, Pietro, and us as your family.” Natasha reassures.

“I know,” you pause as Wanda turns right, “I can’t help but dread what’s gonna happen, you know? What if Agatha and her family rejected me and threw me away, pretending I never existed? I’d fall apart into nearly nothing.”

Natasha, who is sitting in the back seat with you, replies, “We’d be there to help you stand back up, my love.”

“Again, you have us as family,” Wanda smiles, “You can always rely on us to have your back when times get tough; that is what family is for.”

You three arrive at the compound five minutes later and head upstairs into Wanda and Natasha’s bedroom, and you immediately strip out of your clothes and steal yet another one of Wanda’s hoodies, not bothering to put anything else on. The Alphas were quite pleased to see your figure, actually…more than pleased, you could say. You only wore Wanda’s hoodie and your undergarments to bed. Slipping into the middle, the two followed after equipping their pajamas and held you in their arms.

—

Here you are, a few blocks away from your father’s house, where you hope to find all the closure you need. You had decided to tackle this alone without your Alphas, but you had their numbers in case you needed to be comforted or saved in case Agatha reverted to her old ways. Natasha had tossed you the keys to her 2022 Black Corvette for you to drive; it was a smooth and cozy car.

You were feeling all sorts of things: anxiety, anger, sadness, and the tiniest glimmer of joy. All the answers to your burning questions were inside the faint yellow and blue house you were approaching. As you parked on the left side of the street where her house was, you spotted Agatha walking out of her home with a smaller woman leaning on the doorway, looking at your car.

Agatha, in turn, spots you and smiles warmly and waves.

You get out of your car and lock it before walking up to your father, unsure of what to say, “Hey.”

“You’ve surely grown, dearie.” Agatha gestures to the front door, “Come in; tea’s almost ready!”

The home looks like it's from the 80s - rustic furniture and a lot of browns, but it has the aura of coziness that keeps everyone happy. The house, upon entering, had the scent of sage and other herbs wafting about the dim white living room.

“Veronica, this is my other daughter, Y/N. Y/N, my Omega, Veronica.” Agatha introduces.

“Hi,” Veronica was a pale, skinny woman with dark brown hair in her 50’s, “Agatha has been dying to meet you again.”

“So I have heard.”

“You don’t have to worry about our pups until later; they’re out with Veronica’s family for the afternoon,” Agatha explains, “Would you like some tea? It’s gonna be a long talk, I can tell.”

Indeed it will be; Agatha terrorized a town three years ago looking for you, though that statement may have been false. You were still stuck with your mom back in your hometown then. Was Agatha attacking that town for a different reason? What business did she have with it; who knows? After all, Agatha was a supervillain to the Avengers and had tussled with them before. If anything goes wrong, they have your number and location - also, Pietro could come and speed you out.

“I’ll have some; thank you. Where do we begin?” you asked, “What happened to Josephine, and why did things go wrong?”

Agatha looks downcast and nudges Veronica to leave the room and grab the tea, “ She was the perfect Omega when we first met, so sweet, loving, and a goofy soul. Josey became rude, strangely toxic, and extremely paranoid as time progressed. I never knew why or how such a caring soul became…so terrible. In all my lonely 200 years of living, that was one of only a few things to have broken my heart, especially when she broke the bond and took me away from you. Everything was smooth riding until it just took a sharp turn and went down to hell; I truly don’t know what happened with her.”

The 200-year age was not a surprise to you; you knew she was a witch from way back when. It’s a bit sad that nobody knows why Josephine became what she was; she must have put on a mask to fool Agatha into thinking she was a normal person instead of the toxic monster she was. 

“Damn.” You felt relief wash over you, “Where have you been, and what have you been doing…besides this?”

Agatha is consumed with thinking, “Well, I won’t lie, I reverted back to my old ways and hurt many people,” she said so casually, “I managed to open up a psychic/crystal shop downtown-”

“Did you try to get me back?” you spoke with a hint of harshness and worry, “Like did you-”

“There wasn’t much I could do, dearie. Believe me, I tried everything! The law favored Josey because she was an Omega and acted as the perfect mom in front of them, blaming me for being a bad dad, so I was not allowed to see you.”

Veronica places the tea cups on the table in front of you and Agatha and quietly announces that she will be upstairs to give you both privacy.

“She put a restraining order on me.” Agatha started, mindlessly stirring her spoon in the tea, “That’s when I could no longer visit you, let alone ever see you again. She gained full custody without a fight in the court, all because she was your mother.”

You took in a deep breath, now fully taking in the heaviness of this upcoming talk; this would not be smooth sailing for anyone - a storm of emotion was quickly approaching, threatening to tear down all the walls you constructed in your mind. Your emotions would begin to spill out into the world for Agatha to see and, soon enough, Wanda and Natasha.

“She hurt me.” Your eyes bore into the floor, desperately trying not to show anything, “She ruined so many things for me…I can’t even love, let alone trust them like, hardly at all. Her words haunt me, Agatha, and I can’t get them out of my head.”

Agatha frowns, nodding in understanding, and you continue, “I know they want to protect me and love me, but I just can’t.”

“I’m afraid all those years of her abuse will forever be with you; tell me, who are your mates? I’d love to meet them.” Agatha smiled slightly, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You smirked at her words but found yourself conflicted - she has fought them before, and from what you have heard from Wanda on your date night, Agatha hates them, “Well, I, uh, well, their names are-”

Agatha crooks a brow and her lips purse, “Take your time, hon.”

“Wanda and Natasha.” You blurt.

Agatha’s face immediately drops, and a scowl replaces her warm, loving smile at the mention of the names of her enemies being her daughter’s mates, “Oh.” Then she becomes silent and pensive momentarily, ignoring anything you say.

Her enemies are your mates, your new beginning, your source of future happiness, your refuge when you were having nightmares of Josephine, and your family, whether she liked it or not. Agatha knew she would push you away if she could not accept your mates as a part of her extended family, but it was a lot to take in all at once. It was impossible for Agatha to ever treat Wanda and Natasha like loved ones; she would tolerate them at best…unless she could convince you they were not for you.

“I don’t think they will be good for you, sweetie,” Agatha said at last.

“Don’t.” you snapped, “I know how you feel about them, don’t try to tear me away from them.”

“Honey.”

“No. I’m here for answers about my mother, not your opinions on my mates. I know the shit you’ve done to those people in Massachusetts. You may be my dad, but that doesn’t mean you have earned my trust.” You have been waiting to say that since you learned about it. Some part of you was eager to hold her accountable for it, especially since she tried to persuade you to break the bond between you three. That also did not help with building a parent-child relationship; in fact, it made it worse.

“Fine, another time then,” Agatha huffed, “This talk isn’t over.”

“It is over; I’m not leaving my mates just so you can be happy.”

This was going to be quite the experience and the challenge indeed. Getting past your father’s ego is quite…troublesome.

It had been a long hour since you arrived to talk with Agatha. The atmosphere had become increasingly tense as the conversation shifted and emotions started to boil. Your words silenced Agatha, prompting her to give you a tour of the house to ease the tension. However, her tone remained flat, tinged with anger and disgust, leaving an unpleasant feeling lingering in the air. The father figure you had been eager to meet had turned out to be less accepting due to your relationship with her enemies. Seeing a potential parent-child connection begin to wither away before it could blossom was disheartening. A pit began forming in your stomach at the incoming loss. Nevertheless, you needed answers for everything about the past, so you pressed on anyway.

As Agatha guided you through the house, a sense of longing washed over you. You couldn't help but miss the touch, protectiveness, and warmth of your mates. It was a shocking revelation that even the simplest gestures of intimacy and comfort had become something you would miss so badly. You could never have imagined missing such closeness in the past, but now, its absence created an ache in your heart.

Eventually, Agatha led you to the back porch and invited you to join her. Seemingly out of nowhere, she remarked, "The family life is honestly great, you know? I'd really like to have you stay here for a while."

"I would, but..." you began but were interrupted by your father’s impatience.

"Let me guess... you'd rather live with your mates, huh?" Agatha's words dripped with venom.

"I've been hesitant to move in with them because I've only known them for a short time," you confessed, nervously scratching your neck.

Agatha's response could have been more supportive. "I don't think moving in with them would be a good idea. I mean, come on, they're a bunch of superpowered freaks, especially—"

"THEY'RE NOT FREAKS!" Your voice erupted, anger and desperation echoing through the air.

"Don't yell at your father," Agatha growled, her words laced with animosity. "How are they any better than dear old me?"

"They save people, Agatha. Wanda, Natasha, and Pietro help their community in ways others can't. You took lives for no fucking reason other than for sport." Your voice quivered with emotion.

"They've also caused harm," Agatha countered.

"But you did it with malice while they didn't," you retorted.

"That doesn't make them innocent," Agatha sneered.

Enough was enough. "You know what? I'm done." Rising from your chair, you forcefully pushed it back into place. "I thought you would accept the person I've chosen to be with."

"Then go ahead and leave, cry like a baby to them, just like the little bitch you are. They'll eventually abandon you, and then you'll come crawling back to dear old Dad," Agatha taunted, smirking.

Agatha's words mirrored the hurtful comments Josephine had subjected you to your whole life. Shocked, you stammered, "I... I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"You heard me. If you're going to be mated to my enemy, you're no longer my child. You've crossed a boundary I can't accept," Agatha declared, her voice becoming dangerously low,

"I'm not going to reject them for anyone. They love me. Aren't you supposed to love me as my father, no matter who I love?" your voice cracked with a mix of sadness and defiance.

"Not when they're part of the Avengers," Agatha replied disdainfully.

"You can't control who I choose as my mates. Nature decided that I am meant to be with Wanda and Natasha for life, Agatha," you asserted.

Agatha huffed, her eyes dilating, "Well, nature paired me up with a toxic cunt who threw me away!”

"I'm sorry everything went horribly wrong for you, Agatha, but that doesn't give you the right to tear me away from my happiness,” you shouted.

"I'm trying to save you," Agatha pleaded, her voice strained.

"No, you're not!" you exclaimed, the pain of rejection burning through your veins. "You're trying to control me. You don’t love me; you just want me to become something I’m not!”

"I will not associate with someone who chooses to be mated to the so-called 'world's mightiest heroes.' Do not return here until you've come to your senses," Agatha declared with finality.

A profound sadness settled within your soul, followed by a sudden wave of relief that felt like tears cascading down your face. "Fuck you! You're casting me aside like my mom did to you, right?"

At that moment, as your words hung in the air, laden with resentment and heartache, a connection that had once held promise crumbled before your eyes.

The best and only choice now is to simply walk away without looking back once at the sad excuse of a Father.

So, you did just that, walked through the living room and shambled to your Corvette. You scrambled for your keys in your hoodie pocket, immediately started your car, raced down the road, and decided to head for your apartment subconsciously. A part of you did not want Wanda and Natasha to drop everything they were doing to take care of a crybaby mate at a moment’s notice. Getting back to a familiar environment would be best to calm you down.

—

You had been crying and sniffling the whole trip to New York City but were aware of the road. The entire time, you pushed Wanda and Natasha out of your mind, only thinking of home, your home, the one you bought. Your apartment was only a few blocks away, and you would be safe and comfortable; that’s right, you were hiding back in your shell. Everything was overwhelming, the feelings writhing deep within, the tainted memories of Josephine, and the harsh negativity Agatha spewed caused you such pain and heartache you craved to be wrapped up in your blankets, binge-watching Youtube videos. It was the number-one go-to for comfort. You did miss your mates, yet you missed your apartment and all your drawing stuff. You weren’t going to be here too long, though. There was something you had to do first.

You exit your car and head inside through the lobby and to the elevator, where you press the seventh-floor button. The door closes and begins moving upwards, that is, until it stops on the fourth floor, and a familiar brunette steps in; Kate.

Kate instantly notices your disheveled hair, red, puffy eyes, and overall dirty look; crumbs from a muffin clung to your hoodie, and a large coffee stain near the head hole. She looks you up and down, “You look like hell, Y/N…what the hell happened? Is everything okay?”

“No,” your voice was weak from all the crying, the betrayal of the last remaining member of your family hurt like a bullet, “I- I need a nap,” you cried, “I want to shrivel up and die, Kate, I hate everything, Katie.”

Kate frowns and pulls you in for a tight hug, “It’s okay,” her hug was quite lovely, but it’d be even better to have Wanda hugging you instead, “Everything is going to be alright.”

“My dad threw me away! All because she hates Wanda and Natasha, and now she hates me too!” your muffled cry breaks Kate’s heart.

Just then, the elevator stopped at your floor, and Kate took your hand in hers, leading you back to your place. Meanwhile, Kate is texting Yelena about what happened, informing her she might be late for dinner. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Kate let go of your hand and let you wander where you liked, “Do you need anything, maybe some coffee or something to eat?”

You had shambled to your couch and plopped down carelessly on it, half-laying down and half-sitting, “Mmmph, I only had a muffin that Wanda packed for me; that’s all I had in the past day. I’m not really in the mood to eat, to be honest,” you sighed into the couch’s pillow, “Everything sucks, Kate.”

“I can’t imagine what you’re feeling, Y/N,” Kate looks downcast, then gets lost in thought for a moment, contemplating what she could do to help, “Do you- would you like me to call Natasha?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah….” you respond with a whisper and a sniffle.

“Okay, okay.” Kate smiles. She’s smiling at your progress. You originally never asked for help from anybody, you were the ‘I need no help because I can do it myself’ kind of woman after being helpless for so long, and now you are openly asking for help in dealing with this tidal wave of negativity crashing upon your patchworked heart, “I’ll be right back, I urge you to drink some water, though.”

“Okay…fineeee,” you drawled as you headed for the fridge.

—

Natasha did not hesitate to bolt out the door and drag a befuddled Wanda directly behind. Wanda had only been told, ‘Y/N fled,’ and could not process the two words until they were racing to your apartment in the car. Natasha’s heart was pounding in her chest, and Wanda’s anxiety was shooting through the roof like a bottle rocket.

“Natasha, what happened to our girl? Is she safe?” Wanda’s doe eyes widened.

“Things did not go well at Agatha’s house, and she fled to her apartment in NYC. She’s quite upset from what Kate told me.” Natasha explained, too focused on the road to tell Wanda all the details.

“Oh no,” Wanda drawled, pouting, “Our poor girl, I had a feeling that something might go wrong!”

“Me too, but she needed to meet Agatha alone, Wands. There was nothing we could do to stop her, my dove.” Natasha spoke solemnly, “Part of me really wanted to just…follow her there and spy, but I want her to trust me; if I had done that, she would have never looked at us the same, and I can’t be havin’ that.”

“Yeah….” Wanda sighed, “I want her to trust us too; I hope she does; I just wanna hold her so bad. Our poor girl is probably scared out of her mind!”

“And incredibly upset, too; she probably cried a river on her way home.” Natasha frowned slightly, “Don’t worry, love, we’ll be there soon, and then you won’t have to worry about a thing.”

—

Kate sits at the opposite end of the couch from you, eagerly awaiting for Wanda and Natasha to arrive and help turn your deep frown into a bright smile - though she knew it would be a while before you would feel any sort of sunshine through the foggy weather of your mind, even with your mates present. It’s a lot to deal with, to be no longer considered one’s child all because of who you love.

You have been staring out your window for many minutes now, feeling nothing but emptiness and sorrow that has reopened old wounds. That’s all there is to your current mental state; your head is empty, nothing floating around in your noggin.

It’s baffling how your dad spent so long looking for you only to turn you away because of your relationship with two Avengers members. This was all for nothing; you got no answers about anything, just hatred thrown your way. Was the trip just one of Agatha’s tricks to abandoning your mates? Was this all a game to her to be her apprentice in evil? You would never know. There would be no seeing her for the rest of your life, and with that, you were content - she would not go out of her way to hurt you or attempt to ruin your life by force. All that’s left for you is to spend your life with people who love you unconditionally. For example, right now, Yelena was just informed of the situation and is sprinting up multiple flights of stairs instead of taking an elevator for her daily exercise.

“Hey…I…have…arrived,” Yelena gasped for air, “She alright?”

Kate looked at the front door just kicked open by her Alpha, staring wide-eyed in disbelief, “Yeah, she’s…okay, I guess. Why did you-”

Yelena looks confused, “You told me…she got rejected by Natasha?”

“By her dad,” Kate corrected, “She met with her estranged dad, and she rejected Y/N because of affiliation with Natasha; you really need to hear everything through, my Alpha.”

“My bad.” Yelena breathed a sigh of relief, glad she didn’t have to rain hell on her older sister.

Yelena shifts her eyes off Kate onto you, who is absently looking out the window with a pained but blank expression. Your y/e/c eyes appear hollow even under the sun as if your soul had retreated into you to wallow in despair at the wounds your father reopened. Yelena was unsure what to do to help; hell, she did not know what could be done to console you. Here’s the thing, nothing would be of great help but to be with your mates, who are speeding down the streets of New York City.

“They are on their way; I don’t think they want us here when they get here,” Kate paused and redirected her attention to you, “Would you want us to go, Y/N?”

You only nodded.

“Okay, we’ll see you later. If you need help moving out at all, let us know!” A small smile formed on Kate’s lips as she waved goodbye.

And then you were all alone in the world for a while. Nothing but silence and misery kept you company. Your mates are close, and soon, you won’t feel so alone but rather be loved and cherished by the two life has set you up with for life. And all they want is to kiss and hold you to ensure you are not alone. 

As you were driving with tears flowing from your eyes, all you could think of was that night you spent in bed with your Alphas. They held you so close and tight. You felt safe with them, unafraid of the nightmares that haunted you ever since you fled Josephine’s house, and for the first time, felt loved and wanted.

You have moved to your bedroom and huddled up in a sea of blankets to hide away from the cold, cruel world outside the many layers of fabric. The faint warmth of your body heat plus the blankets is insufficient to soothe your soul from the crushing despair your heart was afflicted with. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying; damn it all, your body was aching too. You are tired, hungry, and cold on the inside. However, there is solace in all the sea of heartache and despair, your mates were on their way to help you the only way they know how. You wish they would be right by your side, but they’re not, which hurts.

They would be here soon enough. 

“I just wanted to be loved, that’s all!” your mind swirled with peril, “I was so close that I could taste it!”

Rejection stings like a swarm of angry hornets. The burning remains a while after but eventually subsides. Right now, it burns like fire in your soul, and your mates are the relief to the pain. “She had pups while I was stuck with that devil! They got to grow up all happy and have such luxury while I suffered all my life; it’s not fucking fair!”

Sorrow floods your brain like a tidal wave with no reprieve, drowning you in despair, “Maybe I could’ve been a good sister to them, but no, my fucking dad threw me out like trash!”

They are entering the apartment building and heading up the elevator to your floor; Wanda pressed the seventh-floor button at least twenty times so that it might go faster. The witch paces back and forth while the Widow leans against the wall staring blankly at the floor, pondering the best way to comfort you. She only knows the basics of calming down an Omega, but not hers , all she knows to do is have you rest your head on her chest and release a wave of calming pheromones. Wanda knows precisely what to do and will probably guide Natasha along.

“I’m scared for her,” Natasha admits.

“Me too. It’s okay, my Alpha, we’ll be there shortly, and she will be in our arms again. Remember when she first cuddled with us a few days ago?” Wanda hugs the other Alpha.

“Yeah, she wanted to steal our shirts and hoodies for her nest. She ended up in our bed, and…we held her until the morning.”

“Maybe she would like that!” Wanda beamed.

“Maybe we could get her mind off it by doing a movie night. Perhaps order a pizza with some drinks and watch something Disney?” Natasha suggested.

“We’ll see; all these rampant emotions must be wearing our Omega thin...let’s talk about this later, okay, Natasha?” Wanda’s tone had become quiet and worried.

Natasha takes a deep breath, “You’re right. She needs us more than anything. Can’t believe her father rejected our Y/N; she has done nothing wrong.”

The door opens, and the two take no time in speedwalking towards your door and barging in without even thinking to knock. Upon entering, a foul scent of burnt popcorn hits their nostrils, making them gag purely out of instinct. It was worse than they thought; you were succumbing to despair and grief of an untold magnitude. You were losing yourself deep in the recesses of your mind - every thought you had was deprecating and sorrowful. Pain shot throughout your whole body, your bones ached, and your scent was close to repelling your mates. All your pain would be gone after they hop into bed with you. There would be no need to be afraid of anything happening next; they would be by you always.

Wanda leads Natasha to your bedroom door, stating, “She is in here.”

The two enter your room, where your blankets swallow you, and see the small lump resting in the middle. You remained unmoving, exhausted from the tidal wave of emotions that swept through you. Natasha frowns and moves to the closest side of the bed, gently moving the covers so that she can slip under them to reach you; Wanda ends up doing the same but urgently. The witch quickly picks up on your quiet whimpers and sniffling and hurries to you, embracing you in a warm, loving hug that makes you heave at the sudden contact. Natasha comes up behind you and wraps her arms around you, pulling herself toward you.

Wanda breaks the ice, “Detka,” her hot breath on your ear makes you shiver, “We’re here now.” The witch plants a kiss on your hairline.

“We heard what happened and came right away; you’re safe now with your Alphas,” Natasha says as she scents you.

You only respond with a low whine.

“Poor Omega,” Wanda coos, “You didn’t deserve any of this. You deserved lots of love unconditionally. We love you, malyshka.”

Your eyes were red and puffy from the hour of crying, and your throat was hoarse, unable to speak properly.

“Love you…too.”

“Omega,” Natasha nestled her head on your shoulder, “You don’t need to worry about her anymore. We’re your family now. You have me, Wanda, Pietro, Yelena, and Kate, who are here for you. We love you so incredibly much.”

“She had pups, and they lived happy lives while I was stuck with the devil I had to call mother. It’s not fucking fair!” You cried into Wanda’s shoulder, “I didn’t get to grow up a happy kid! I just wanted to have a parent in my life. That’s all I wanted!”

Their hearts were breaking for you; your mates could also feel the pain deep inside. Every cry that left your lips echoed in their ears, and every tear that stained Wanda’s hoodie brought her a twinge of deep sorrow. Natasha held onto you as tightly as she could, but not too much to the point where it would hurt you because the last thing she would ever do was hurt you while you were down.

“Honey,” Natasha whispered, “Focus on us, on our love, our scents, and our warmth. Let us shower you with our love tonight. I promise no one will hurt you tonight or ever again.”

“Together, when the time is right, we’ll have a family of our own. Our pups will be proud to call you their mama.” Wanda smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You sound so sure….” You say absently as your vision has gone blurry from your tears.

“It’s a promise,” Wanda reassures, “We’ll be there every step of the way.”

Upon hearing her promise you these things, you begin taking in their love and support, taking in their combined scents and feeling a wave of love douse the flames of misery. Natasha kisses just below your jawline while Wanda gently purrs - you cannot hear it but can feel it rumbling through your body. Their words of assurance ease the aches of rejection, making you feel, for once in your years of living, accepted by people who do truly care. Wanda and Natasha deeply care for you and your well-being and are committed to you alone. The duo wants you to wake up each morning feeling loved and cared for - to make breakfast for you and make sure you are well-fed and hydrated.

Tomorrow, the two will help you pack your things and permanently bring you home. After hours of talking, you agreed to go home with them to be more comfortable having your stuff with you while having the love of your mates warm your hurting heart. However, Wanda did emphasize that you would need to nest in their bed as you did tell them you had been off suppressants due to Kate’s insistence, and it could come in about a week or so.

For tonight, you would rest in the loving arms of your Alphas, and if you just so happen to wake up, Wanda and Natasha have agreed to order a pizza or two and have a movie night. As you lay asleep, you cannot help but smile subconsciously - knowing that you are loved. It will take some time to fully embrace it, but you wholeheartedly accept them for everything that they are…your Alphas.

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[widowbitessting]

How jealous were Carol and Wanda of Nat getting to message their baby first?

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Short but sweet, hope it’s okay! I might come back to this and edit in the future xo

Carol likes to think she wasn't too jealous when she found Natasha texting a very pretty girl on the SugaBabes app.

When in reality she was probably the most jealous between her and Wanda.

She sits on the sofa, scowling at Natasha as she happily texts you.

While she sits there by herself, her phone going unused on her lap.

And why was her phone going unused?

Because Natasha refuses to let her text you.

Wanda too.

"It's called being greedy." Carol mutters to herself, huffing loudly.

She stretches her legs out and glances at Wanda as she comes into the room, cupping a mug of coffee in her hands.

"Who's she texting?" Wanda asks.

"Y/N."

"Oh is she now?" Wanda rolls her eyes. "How nice for her."

Wanda sits besides Carol and aims her own glare at Natasha.

"Look at her smiling."

"Must be nice to talk to Y/N." Carol sighs. "Look at me, I'm Natasha; I can to talk to Y/N whenever I like becuase I'm Natasha."

"I can hear you, you know." Natasha says with a laugh.

"Good, you were supposed to."

"Oh smile will you?"

"No," Carol scowls. "You talk to another girl when me and Wands are busy in bed...show us some fantastic pictures of her... and then refuse to let us talk to her.”

“It’s mean, that’s what it is.” Wanda adds, quickly looking away when Natasha glowers at her. 

“Like I said, you two can talk to her when I’m sure we won’t scare her off.” 

“So for now it’s only fair that you talk to her?” 

“Yep.” Natasha smiles, glancing back down at her phone. “She’s currently getting a drink before class.” 

“Wonderful.” Carol says sarcastically. 

With an exaggerated sigh, Natasha taps her reply to you, jumps to her feet and walks over to Carol and Wanda; where she kneels before them. 

“Ohh, on your knees and it’s only just gone 11 in the morning? We are lucky.” Carol glares down at the red head who is slowly walking two fingers up her leg. 

“If I add you to a group chat with her will you two stop pouting like a couple of children?” 

Wanda’s eyes light up at that. 

“Maybe...”

“Carol, my love? Will that cheer you up?” 

She tries really hard not to smile but one pulls at her lips anyway. 

Carol leans down quickly and smashes her lips against Natasha’s, kissing her hard. 

They break apart and Natasha licks the tip of Carol’s nose.

“Is that a yes?” 

“Yes, but there’s something else you can do to really make me happy.”

“Oh?” 

“And would you look at that? You’re in the perfect spot too...”

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[ynscrazylife]

Hey! So this is a long shot but July is disability pride month, idk if you know, so I’m wondering if it would be possible to request a Makkari (from eternals) x reader fic where the reader is also deaf and makkari is kind of mentoring them like a big sisterly figure kind of (maybe they’ve recently got powers or something, I’m not very good with ideas) makkari was just the first marvel character I could really see myself in and I love your works so much your account is such a comfort, so thank you!

Being Mentored by Makkari Would Include . . .

Authors Note: I hope you like this! I’m sorry it’s not a fic, but I found that I could generate more ideas with what you requested by writing hcs rather than a fic.

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PSA: Do NOT copy, steal, translate, plagiarize, republish, etc any of my works on Tumblr or any other platform. Also, do NOT claim any of my works as your own. All of these works are either requests I’ve gotten that people have wanted me to write or original ideas I’ve had for works. If you happen to take inspiration from anything I’ve written and want to write something inspired by that, please a) ask me firstand b) IF I say yes, credit me as inspo in your post by tagging me and link whatever work of mine that inspired you. Thanks.

This would start out by you being a new Eternal sent to Earth, having been taken in by Gilgamesh and Thena

They were practically your parents

Makkari was thrilled that there was a new member

When she learned that you were deaf, she was happy to teach you sign language

You two bonded quickly, with her teaching you sign language

When you were almost fluent, you asked Makkari if she would train you

Which she, of course, said yes

She helped you figure out your Eternals powers and trained you in combat

It was a little unfair, though, because she kept making you dizzy with her super speed

But you two trained well and worked great as a duo

So great that Druig got jealous

He pulled you aside one day, telling you that you had stolen his best friend and girlfriend

But Makkari walked up and slung an arm around your shoulder, saying that Druig was stealing her mentee

You smirked very happily as you guys walked away, much to Druig’s displeasure

Your parents soon had to tell you stop for a bit because they rarely saw you

Outside of Makkari mentoring you, you guys also became quick friends

You were often hanging out outside of training

And teased the others in sign language

They soon asked you guys to teach them sign language because they didn’t want to miss out on what you were saying

You and Makkari fought over who got to teach who

Whenever the team faced enemies, watch out, cause you and Makkari kicked ass

Everyone was astounded at how well you guys worked and fought together

Druig got more jealous

Eventually, he warmed up to you

Druig became a big brother figure and Makkari a big sister figure

You favored Makkari tho

Who wouldn’t? She’s awesome

Plus, she was the most fun

Thena and Gilgamesh often complained that you liked Makkari better than them

Which they were right

Makkari was a great teacher too, which I think we’ve established

But still! We stan Makkari here

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[marvels-writings]

Heartbeat | Part 2: First Preview

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

Requested by @xxxtwilightaxelxxx :

Summary: Her heart was yours, but you’d never held it in your hands before. You never wanted to, but you had to save her, no matter what.

Word Count: 568 (it's just a prep :)

A/N: I am very well aware of how long it's been since I've posted any new writing, but I'm trying, so bear with me and help me bring this blog back to life



"I know, I know you're scared that you didn't do enough, but you did…" Wanda continued rambling, her hands repeatedly running through her hair, breaking through any knots along the way. Her voice started to rise, her eyes darting around the room and looking at you almost desperately. Your silence was corrosive to her.



You bit the inside of your cheek, never speaking when she expected a response from you, avoiding her gaze. Wanda's hand met the side of your cheek, bringing you back to look at her. You slid away from her touch, almost flinching at it.



“Don’t you think you’ve done enough for me?” Wanda asked you, her voice soft and pleading. Her hand traced over the back of yours, fingers gingerly dancing over the back of your knuckles before encompassing your hand in hers. Her nails scraped against your skin as you took in a sharp breath.



You saw her wince at the action, biting the inside of your cheek instead. Your focus shifted to her eyes, to how intently she was observing you, you bit down harder. Blood began to fill your mouth, your head tilted to the side, and the bones in your neck cracked sharply. She winced at the sound, noticing your other hand clutch the side of the bed with a death grip. Your knuckles turning white.



"Y/n, please," She begged, tilting her head to catch your gaze while your eyes locked onto the scar across her chest, her fingers on your hand grounding you to her voice. "Talk to me."



"Let me in."



Your eyes snapped up to hers, your emotions exploding at your throat, close to clawing their way out in the form of words, shouts, and screams. You clenched your jaw tightly, copper taste flooding your mouth, your eyes locked onto hers. You wanted to see distrust, anger, anything but the way she was looking at you now.



You took in a deep breath, leaning your head back, and relaxing your neck before looking back at her. Eyebrow raised, you looked to her for an explanation. Her fingers enclosed into a soft fist before relaxing again, small red wisps floating at the tips of her fingers.



Oh.



She wants to be in your head.



Your jaw clenched, muscles tensing, your breathing becoming labored and shallow. You almost shot up from your seat, her hand held loosely in your grip, fingers running gently over your knuckles. Looping, tracing, circling patterns over your skin, grounding you to her.



"What if," you cleared your throat, "you don't like what you see?"



"It doesn't matter," She smiled, fingers tapping your knuckles. "I want to see you."



A nervous smile lined her lips, a faint grimace on yours, your teeth gnawing on the inside of your cheek. Your shoulders tensed up further, a dull ache at the base of your neck as your head hunched forwards uncomfortably. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your eyes looking everywhere but her. Her fingers tap a constant rhythm on your knuckles.



One



Two



Three



One, two, three, four.



Your head fell against her shoulder, your surrender heavy on her. Her surprise fades, her hands coming up to the edges of your shoulders, fingers tracing along your spine. A gentle smile on her face as your weight rested against her. Her hand slid up to your head, her smile never faltering as magic entered your thoughts.



A/N: Praying this makes sense, it'll make more sense later. I'll prolly be releasing more snippets, I'm thinking maybe 1-2 more lil previews before the final part.

How're we feeling about it?



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[maxislvt]

HAPPY NEW YEARS

I feel like I'm the only person in the CST time zone so this may seem rushed but I swear I have like 2 hours left before the new yearrr so here's some thanks and messages to some people I really lovee

@lizziesnosescrunch you're just a wonderful person and I love you so much! talking to you feels amazing and i hope you have an amazing next year and get all the breaks you can !!

@themidnightcrimson Tumblr makes all your notifications lighter like we are mutuals but I don't remember you following me so if we actually aren't and I've just embarrassed myself, do NOT tell me! either way I love all your fics and you deserve a lot of happy new year wishes because you're very sweet

@cthulhus-curse remi you're the first marvel blog I followed when I got back into it! your stuff definitely inspired me to try writing for this fandom and sharing ideas with you has been really fun!! sorry you follow three separate accounts that I run and are subjected to triple the bullshit

@imdoingsortagay bullying you in remi's discord server is really fun but most importantly I like discussing fic ideas with you. especially defected!nat and all her little Lego adventures 🫶🏾

@our-blood-is-our-ink Im pretty sure we've only been mutuals for like 3 days but you got me into glass onion which is worthy of praise in itself and I really like your clarie/Agatha/reader concepts they're actually adorable!!!

@cultofelizabetholsen I really really enjoyed your ex on the beach request and I'm so glad you trusted me with it and I can't wait to pick it back up again next year!!!

@xxxtwilightaxelxxx we haven't interacted much at all, but I know if I post something you'll be there to reblog it with some really encouraging words in the tags or right under it !!!

@gayerthanevertbh you are my number supplier of nat content and Tasha Bear plagues every other thought that I have!!! I'm forever grateful for that and you deserve the entire world.

ALSO SHOUT-OUT AND HAPPY NEW YEARS RO EVERYONE IN REMI'S DISCORD!! I MAY HAVE PUT YOU IN HORNY JAIL, SUBJECTED YOU TO UNWARRANTED AUTISM DIAGNOSIS, AND OUTRA POCKET BULLYING BUT I LOVE YALLL 🫶🏾🫶🏾

🧠 AND ANOTHER ONE TO ALL THE OTHER WRITERS IM MOOTS WITH BUT HAVEN'T TAGGED BECAUSE WE PROBABLY DON'T INTERACT MUCH AND IM TOO NERVOUS TO TAG YOU! HOPE WE CAN CHANGE IT NEXT YEAR 🧠

#panther's homies

[alotofpockets]

1.5k follower celebration! (Closed)

I want to start of by saying how thankful I am for each and everyone of you. I started writing just for me and now there are so many of you enjoying my writing as well.

As a thank you I wanted to switch up the celebration this time. See all the fun stuff we'll use to celebrate under the cut!

Please only send one emoji per ask, but feel free to send as many asks as you want :)

💌 - Top 5 anything (except friends)

🎵 - Spotify shuffle - send a number. I will shuffle my playlist that many times and give you my favorite line of the song it lands on

🆚 - Make me choose - make me choose between two things, can be anything

🙋 - Fic Q&A - send me any questions about a fic of mine

💗 - Fic and blog recs - recomment your favorite fics or blogs

🍒 - Assumptions - about me, I will answer all as long as they're appropriate

🐼 - Ask me anything - again anything as long as it's appropriate

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Little extra

Some of my friends said they'd like to make fanart of my fics.

So, let's add that here. Anyone that would like to make art of my works, feel free to share it with the hashtag #pocketscelebrationfanart + tag me, so I can share your works!

Or if you don't want it on your account you can sent it to me and I'll post it, with proper credits of course.

@gay-trash-in-a-paperbag & @annephobic, this one is for you!

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Celebration idea from @nats-dreamland's 1k summer sleepover

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Tagging my wonderful taglist:

@yellowvxbes // @xxromanoffxx // @xxxtwilightaxelxxx // @wandanatvoid // @wandaswifeyforlifey // @marvelwomen-simp // @snooy245 // @peggycarter-steverogers // @wandas-slut-heart // @nats-dreamland // @annephobic // @laaurrel // @catasha // @t00manyfand0ms // @multifandomlesbianic // @bandit2029 // @avengerswriter4eva // @gigistylestomlinson // @snowdrop1026 // @sylvies4ever // @youreatotalposer // @mellowladyangel // @milfloverslut // @natasha-danvers // @lyak12 // @smallestavenger // @when-wolves-howl // @svftpetker // @la-reine-des-enfers // @official-chaotic-wandamaximoff // @b0r3d-s1mp1ng-b1tch // @bubblensqueak002 // @imabee-oralizard // @rafecameronswhore // @be-missed // @romaaa28 // @iamsorrydidisteponyourmoment // @youralphawolf72 // @maia-lightwoood // @rootbeerfaygo // @elliesayshello869 // @vllowe // @princessprudy // @nightingalexx // @ailenepuff // @kacka84 // @flosbelova // @strangegardentaco

#pockets 1.5k celebration #pockets celebrations

[caws5749]

Can I ask how you accidently did it? Did you buy it and thought it wasn't? I'm curious if thats okay to ask :)

Absolutely! We got a half and half pizza, and a little piece of pepperoni was baked into the veggie part! It was under the cheese so I couldn’t see it! I tried to spit out most of it, but I def ate some and my stomach def hurts oof 

#tw: food #Madison speaks #answered #blog: xxxtwilightaxelxxx

[xxxtwilightaxelxxx]

WANDA X READER FANS ALERT!!

So, finally after a long time of wanting to, I've commissioned @lesbesapphic on a mega story that'll be a series with extras we gather since certain ideas wont fit into the series, and who knows what!! We've both been giving each other ideas back and forth, but when she heard my idea she pretty much went (well how I think in my head)

Don't wanna of course spoil anything since viv is writing it and also not telling me anything but I will say... all of wanda's outfits are based on Taylor Sloane ;)

And um... what I'll also say is....prepare to feel everything ;)

Tagging some writers to hopefully spread the word out :D

@cthulhus-curse

@themidnightcrimson

@maxislvt

@maximotts

@wndaswife

@therunawaykind

@temptationsbrew

@chelleztjs18

Viv said about tagging ppl closer to the time part 1 comes out so, I just want to get its notes lol

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff imagine #xxxtwilightaxelxxx blogs

[growup-thatbeautiful]

Read the other parts here!

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, foster care, alcohol, language. lmk if i missed any!!

Taglist: @timmyslover @fayhar @username23345 @natashalovers @tasteslikeicedcoffee @hoeforwandanat @angie-1746 @steveharringtonisadisasterdotcom @whore4nat @romanoffswrld @marrymemcgrath @pawiiee-blog @sapphosclosefriend @fabgronsky @tastingcevans @kawaiitoga @xxsekhmet @natblackwidow2 @silver-lotus @simpforflorencepugh1 @imnotslouching @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @wildnightadventures @m4ddie3 @natflough04 @losethetimewqr @rebel-author-chick

A/N: (please read) so……it’s been a while. yeah. i promise i didn’t completely forget about you lovely people. i had a concussion and couldn’t write on my computer, not to mention lacking any mental capacity at all. but i’m back!

yall asked for natasha to go off on the dad, and i am at your will. also backstory that i somehow connected to Black Widow

The Proposal Part Four

“That was a shitty movie,” concludes Natasha.

“The shittist,” you agree. Laying your cheek against the pillow.

“That’s not a word.” Natasha turns over to face you, laughter on her face.

“Wanna know something?” Maybe you’re a little drunk on her laugh. Or her smile. Or the way she read every name in the credits. You try to contain the utter joy behind your smile, worried that you’ll scare her away, but it’s pointless. Either way, she could read it in your eyes.

“Sure,” she replies easily, rolling over as well. You’re both sprawled across the bed, blankets kicked off the side, laying backward with your feet against the wooden headboard.

“I’ve seen it fifteen times,” you admit, rolling

around in a fit of giggles. For no reason at all, that cracks Natasha up too. She laughs and makes you laugh harder, an endless cycle that makes your ribs hurt.

“You spent over 20 hours watching that fucking movie,” Natasha gasps in between her teeth, eyes screwed tightly shut.

“Proudly,” you say, perhaps a bit loudly. You know it doesn’t matter. No one will hear you. Your mom expertly put you in the most secluded part of the house. She probably thought there were more adult activities happening than watching a movie and laughing off the bed. “And I would watch it a thousand more times if it meant I got to see you laugh for once. Maybe then it would seem less like Darth Vader laughing.”

“Asshole,” she breathes with no malice at all.

“Demon,’ you reply quickly.

“You had that one waiting for me, didn’t you?” You can’t disagree. It’s so refreshing to be able to have a normal, human conversation with her and not fear for your job. Or your life. You’re not sure which one is worse.

“Okay, so what’s the movie you’ve seen as many times as I’ve seen this. And don’t say some pretentiously deep movie like Gone with the Wind. I’m only interested in the shitty stuff.”

Natasha rolls over onto her stomach and thinks. “Probably Pretty Woman. I saw Julia Roberts in it and just immediately fell in love like a totally normal teenage girl.”

“Who didn’t?” you ask. “I’m pretty sure that's like a law of physics or something.”

“I really hope you’re serious about that,” deadpans Natasha.

“Dead serious. Vivian Ward could take over the world with a single smile.” Your eye catches the corner of the bedside table, where a digital clock is sitting. The numbers read 2:47 in bright red block letters. “Fuck, I did not mean to stay up this late. Knowing my mom there’s going to be a pretty early wake-up call.”

“So I guess we should try to get some sleep sometime soon, then,” Natasha relents, looking over at you. Some part of you wants to say no and stay like this with her forever, but you know it has to end before you do or say something you might regret. Something that has anything to do with those eyes of hers.

“Yeah,” you agree. The two of you settle into silence, you taking the armchair in the corner of the room and her sleeping in the bed. You can hear her tossing around, presumably as restless as you are.

“Tell me about your family,” you ask softly.

“Oh, come on. You know they’re going to ask about it. I need to know more than the fact that you have a sister of undisclosed age, a relative and mother figure named Melina, and a dicey dad.”

“That seems like plenty to me.”

“Natasha, please-”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Natasha snaps. “Leave it be.”

“Fine. Spill my fucking heart out to you earlier and you won’t tell me shit. A normal, healthy relationship.” You know the words are harsh. But you can’t keep giving so much of yourself away and expecting her to do nothing.

“Don’t blame me for your choice to spill all your secrets because dad made you upset,” she mocks. You don’t take her words with the venom you hear behind them. She doesn’t mean it. You couldn’t stand it if she actually meant it.

“Maybe it’s better if we don’t talk,” she says in a clipped voice. A few days ago you would’ve agreed. But now, after all the drama and chaos that you’ve been through, you can’t leave it at that. So, after a few minutes, you decide to speak up. You don’t even know if she’s awake, but you like to think that she at least has the decency to feel bad about the way you left things just now.

“I saw your tattoo,” you admit. “It was on your upper back. A yellow bird and some sort of audio file thingy, Maybe it was a drunken night's decision or something you thought about your whole life. But whatever it is, it was worth it.”

“Thanks,” she eventually replies. “It’s for my sister Yelena. We used to have a whistle we would do for each other when someone got too far away and the yellow bird was supposed to…represent that I guess. We met in foster care and I took care of her there. Then, we both got placed with Melina and Alexi, and everything felt like it was going to be okay. I was eleven at the time, and Yelena ws six. We moved away from Russia and to Ohio, of all places for Melina’s job. Melina was the epitome of a perfect mother. She was strong and kind and never let us believe we weren’t those things too. Alexi fit the role a little less. He had a rough past, got in with the wrong people sometimes, but he tried his best. I remember he used to sing this terrible song about pirates and mermaids to us at night before bed. But it just wasn’t meant to last, apparently. Alexi got into even more trouble with even worse people, and Melina got involved too. Probably because she loved him. We, Lena and I, couldn’t stay there anymore. They took us away on a plane in the middle of the night. I tried to stay with Yelena, hold her close and never let go, but we got separated. They didn’t think anyone would take us in if we had both come from such unwanted backgrounds.”

“I thought about her all the time. How I would go back for her when I turned eighteen. But in the end, I ran away when I was sixteen and never looked back. I came to America and didn’t see her for fifteen more years. I told myself that it was because she wouldn’t want to see me, or that I was too busy setting myself so far ahead that I could bring her back and make her proud of me.”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.” It’s a lame reaction to her spilling her trauma, but you don’t have anything else to offer her. What do you even say to something like that?

“It’s fine. Or, at least it is now. A few years ago I got a letter from someone named Yelena Belova. I didn't let myself hope that it was my Yelena. We changed names so much back then. I left everything and went to the address it said, which was, rather inconveniently, in Russia.”

“Was she happy to see you?” You roll over and lay on your back, closing your eyes and imagining a younger Natasha, so determined to get her sister back but so scared to find out what happened to her. You have trouble getting the images out of your head.

Natasha laughs. “She was so mad. She said that she hadn’t meant for me to go all the way to Russia for her, and that she really just wanted to get a letter, or maybe a text. So we fought like real sisters do. I said some terrible things to her. She eventually forgave me for those terrible things and didn’t hold it against me too much that I didn’t come back.”

“Sounds like it was a successful trip.”

“It hasn’t even gotten interesting yet,” assures Natasha. You can’t see her, but you’ve never heard her become so animated talking about something. Not even work, which you thought was all she cared about. “Lena and I went down a rabbit hole of morbid curiosity to try and find Alexi.”

“Why?” you blurt. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m all for family reunions, but he did so much shit to you. Shit you definitely didn’t deserve.”

“Honestly? As I got older I realized that he honestly didn’t know any better. For him, it was a way of life, like my way of life is work. And I didn’t feel like it was my place to judge him when I knew so little about what was actually going on. He was still my only dad, even if he sucked at it, which only took twelve years of therapy to accept.” You’re still unconvinced, but Natasha takes your silence as an opportunity to continue.

“We found Alexi in an hour. He’s never been good at keeping a low profile,” muses Natasha. “He was less than thrilled to see us. I actually don’t think he knew who we were, but he was exactly the same as I remembered him, except this time I could tell that he was drunk and not just trying to be funny. I wanted to leave him at the bar and call it a night, but Yelena’s always been my better half. She talked me into taking him home and letting him sleep it off, which turned out to be one of her best decisions yet. That and getting a motorcycle.”

“When he woke up sober he realized that we were those little girls he fucked over. He thought we were there to exact some sort of revenge on him, to even history out and he was scared shitless. I never thought it would be so rewarding to watch a six-foot grown man beg my five-seven sister not to kill him. Not that she was helping the situation. She has a nasty glare and dresses to kill.” Natasha trails off, seeming to forget what she was talking about.

“When Alexi woke up?”

“Oh, right. When we finally explained to him that we just wanted to see how he was, he completely changed. Started spewing how much he loved us and missed us and how bad he felt about the past. He asked Yelena if she kept going with gymnastics because she had been so into it in Ohio, and she deadpanned that they didn’t really let you do much tumbling in foster care where she was for the next 15 years until she got out. True shame really showed itself in Aleix’s face then.”

“For the first time, he was sincere. It was crushing to see someone so strong break like that, all because of us, when we assumed he never even cared. He told us that we were the still the strongest girls in the world, something he told us when we were young. Simply for parallels sake, we drank with him and talked about our live before separation. Turns out he had a lot more to lose than I thought.”

“Just like that?” you ask, quietly so you don’t get in the way of an obviously fond and painful memory.

“Just like that,” she confirms. “I thought that was the best it could get. Three out of four isn’t so bad when you think about all the obstacles in our way. Surprisingly, though, Alexi proved me wrong. Hold on to your seat, because this is where shit gets even better.”

“Oh, good. I’ll get the tissues.”

“Turns out, Melina and Alexi kept in contact all those years. After Yelena and I were taken away they didn’t want to see each other anymore. Too many painful memories. So, he called her up and she didn’t answer. She actually left him a pretty nasty voicemail afterwards. But love prevails, as they say, and we showed up on her doorstep, a family back together again.”

“Your life is a fucking movie, Natasha. Jesus.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Que the emotional family dinner with confessions of familial love and a teary goodbye back to New York. Which led to an immediate trip to the tattoo parlor after a facetime with Yelena. And after seeing Alexi’s sentimental tattoo of his daughters next to a tattoo of a pig.

“You got matching tattoos?”

“Yep,” says Natasha, popping the ‘p.’

“What’s hers?”

“The same as mine, but her bird is red. You know, like my hair.”

“Yes, I made that connection.” You don’t think Natasha has anything else to say. You know you definitely don’t. It feels like everything has been put out on the table, left in the open. There’s no upper hand or mind games, just two people trying to figure out a strange situation, and maybe get to know each other a little bit more along the way.

Selfishly, you hope you get to know her a lot more. Because underneath the hostility and immaculate suits, there’s a pretty good woman.

“Goodnight, Natasha.”

“Goodnight.”

You wake up to pain in your neck from sleeping in a chair. Unfortunately, it’s something you've grown used to. There are a lot of nights spent at booked hotels that just happened to forget you booked two rooms. The sound of knocking at the door and Natasha whispering your name angrily snaps you out of your thoughts.

“We made you breakfast!” calls your mom, knocking harder at the door.

“One second!” Natasha yells back, motioning for you to join her on the bed. “Hurry up, or I swear to God-”

“I’m coming, Jesus. You have no patience.”

“My patience wore out after whispering your name 20 times. Get your ass over here.” You begrudgingly do as she says and bunch the blanket you were sleeping with behind the chair. Once you’re satisfied that the evidence is gone, you join her on the bed.

shoving you further away and effectively pushing you off the bed. You land with a thump on your ass, glaring at Natasha and muttering expletives under your breath.

“I can hear you,” Natasha hisses, grabbing you and hauling you back up and arranging you into a position that looks like you woke up together.

You clear your throat and say to the door, “Come in.”

The door flies open and your mom comes bustling in, carrying a tray full of food, which she places on your lap. Following behind her is your dad, who has his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I’m just dropping this off. I wouldn’t want to ruin a morning routine of you lovebirds,” chirps your mom, opening the blinds. “And your father has some things he would like to say before we leave. Well, before he leaves. I’m going now.” With that, she brushes past your dad and out the door, shutting in quietly behind her.

“Natasha, do you think you could give us some space?” asks you dad, void of emotion. Inwardly, you sigh, positive that there’s no way this ends well.

“Whatever you want to say in front of her, you can say in front of me,” defends Natasha. You tell yourself that you’re imagining her holding onto you tighter.

He looks at you and you nod your head. “Fine. I suppose I owe it to the both of you.”

“To the both of you, I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday. It was unwelcoming, cruel, and completely without justification. And, furthermore…” he trails off, looking at you in a way he hasn’t since you were young. Without judgment.

“I need to apologize for a lot of things. I never wanted you to have a hard life, but it seems like I'm trying to do that, I'm the one who made your life hard. I’ve caused you unacceptable pain and suffering that no father should ever cause. I know there’s no excuse for my behavior, and there’s no taking back the past words I’ve said. But I truly am proud of you and simply want you to be happy. If she’s who makes you happy, then I welcome her into our family.

“You really think you can just apologize and make up for all the shitty things you’ve done? Like one fucking apology makes up for years of mistreatment?” demands Natasha immediately.

“Tasha,” you say quietly. “It’s fine, leave it be.” She turns to you, an incredulous look on her face.

“Why are you letting him get away with this?”

“Because he’s trying. And there’s nothing he can do or say that can fix the past, so why not try and make the future a little bit better.”

“I don’t have any excuse for my past. If I could change it I would do so in a heartbeat. However, that’s beyond my power. I can only give apologies and be better now. I swear to the both of you that you will get nothing but support from me.”

Natasha says nothing and continues to glare. You roll you eyes and smile at your father. “Thanks, dad. You should know that this means the world to me. It’s never too late to look back and want to change. Also, I think Mom would barge in from where she’s listening at the door and come to your rescue if I don’t hug you right now.”

“Fuck off,” calls your mom from the door.

“Called it,” you say. You Dad nods solemnly back at you and awkwardly stands there.

“Dad, is there something else?”

“We want you to have your wedding here. And this weekend. Here this weekend.” You open your mouth to try and come up with an excuse, but find nothing. Luckily, Natasha seems to have an idea.

“We wouldn’t want to impose on Grammy’s big day. It’s not everyday you turn…the age she’s turning.” Perfect. There’s no way your family would want to upstage the oldest member’s birthday.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” scoffs Grammy, who’s apparently also listening at the door. “I don’t need anymore birthday parties. I do need to see you get married. It’s settled.”

“But we don’t have dresses or any wedding stuff,” you protest.

“I have a wedding dress,” offers Grammy.

“So do I,” says your mom.

“I guess we’re getting married this weekend, then.” You look at Natasha, panic evident in your eyes. She looks similarly at you.

“Perfect. I’ll leave you to it then.” You dad turns on his heel and practically runs out of the room.

“You’ll have to forgive him. He’s not used to talking about his feelings,” says your mom, poking her head in and shutting the door. You and Natasha move to get dressed, putting the food on the end of the bed.

“Oh my god. My moms going to fall apart when she realizes that this is fake.”

“She's not going to find out, so don’t worry about it,” breezes Natasha, throwing on some leggings.

“If she does it’ll be the end of me. My Gram is going to have a fucking heart attack and my mom will never speak to me ever again. Then she’ll have more to be angry at my dad and that’s never good for the birth of them. And-“

“I’m going to cut you off,” interjects Natasha. “You’re overreacting. None of that is going to happen. You’re thinking way too much about this. I know it’s your family and the fact that you’ve found happiness makes them beyond happy for you, and that means that when you tell them that divorcing your historically devilish wife they won’t be devastated with you .”

“There’s a possibility that you might be correct. Just a small possibility, though. I give it a 12% chance.”

“I think I deserve a little more credit, but whatever.” The two of you settle back together on the bed facing towards each other and sitting cross-legged. You start eating the food your mom made in silence.

“I met your Ex,” blurts out Natasha, looking at you.

“Wanda?” you ask, suddenly a lot less interested in the food in front of you.

“Yeah. Red hair, right?” You nod slowly.

“She seems really sweet. She was concerned about you and your dad. Like, really concerned. I shouldn’t be worried about that right? No high school trauma you need to tell me?“

“Nope. My father was pretty much the same until this morning. Family was always important to Wanda, and she was always rooting for his better side to shine through.”

“Why did you break up? It seems like she would be great for you.” Natasha is seemingly unbothered by the conversation.

“She wanted to stay here. I had to get away. It didn’t really work out, and neither of us thought we would do good long distance. It’s a tale as old as hating to talk on the phone.”

“That’s surprisingly mature.”

“What do you mean? I’m a very mature person,” you say with a face full of cinnamon rolls.

“Yeah, I can tell. It’s blatantly obvious.”

“Fuck off.” You pause, an idea coming to your head. “We might as well make use of the time we have. Got any of those questions on the packet you want to be answered?” you ask, reaching for it on the bedside table. All you get in reply is a glare.

“Come on, honey. Humor me.”

“Fine. Give me that.” Natasha takes the paper from your hand and scans the list.

“Morning person or nighttime person?”

“Nighttime. It seems like I can do more things at night because everyone else is asleep. Which one are you?”

“Neither. I’m aware at all times of everything around me.” You prove her point by trying to flick her in the nose. She easily dodges and glares at you in a familiar way. “First of all, fuck you. Secondly, it’s your turn to choose a question.”

“Mountain or beach vacation? And don’t be a downer and say no vacation. I’m gonna stop that before it happens this time.”

“Mountain. They remind me of home and aren’t completely sweltering hot all the time.” To anyone else you would ask why she can’t just go into the water, but not Natasha. By now you know how deep her fear of the water is, if she won’t even go on a beach.

“Me too. Especially if it snows and I have a cup of tea and a good book.”

“Basic nerd,” she accuses. “Also a disgusting person who likes tea.”

“How dare you. You don’t like tea?”

“Not at all. They never had any good tea or filtered water at the foster care and I never got over the taste of weak, slimy tea from when I was younger.”

“Thanks, now all I’ll think about when I drink tea is that description. Cool.”

“You’re welcome. Favorite art style?”

“Post impressionism. Least favorite is fauvism.”

“A woman after my own tastes. Speaking of which, I need a new phone.”

“That has nothing to do with what we were talking about.”

Somehow I forgot mine was eaten by a hawk yesterday with all the…familial commotion,” defends Natasha, getting out of the bed and walking over to her suitcase, as if to show you the lack of cell phone inside.

“What the fuck?”

“You know, with the dad drama and secret daughter-in-law getaway.”

“No, I wasn’t-“ you sigh, putting your head in your hands. “Natasha. You’re a very smart woman. Why would I be confused about family shit when you said your phone was eaten by a fucking hawk.”

“Oh, yeah. I don’t know. It was trying to get the rat and then I held the rat and it took my phone.”

“Dog,” you correct absentmindedly. “And I don’t think hawks just take phones like that.”

“They do,” she says solemnly, stealing one of your fries. “I have first-hand experience.”

“Right. So I’m going to get you a new phone and take a walk. I’ll see you at the tailors? I'll send you the address if you don’t want to ride with my mom and Grammy. See you later.”

“See you in a minute,” Natasha replies, braiding her hair.

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[abimess]

look i’m just going to say it.... jane banner is truly the top put of all of elizabeth’s roles lsgmsmgmmdnf can i please request some fluffy protective cuteness from her? :(

Jane's one of my favorite Lizzie characters for sure, I wish she had been better explored :/ anyway, hope you enjoy this little blurb!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

Warnings: none II Pronouns: not used || Word count: 401

Masterlist | Library Blog

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You arrive home with shopping bags in your hands and a tired sigh escaping your lips. And just as you close the front door behind you, hurried footsteps come rushing toward you.

"Baby, are you all right? I was so worried! Here, let me carry this for you." The blonde's hurried, concerned greeting graces your ears, making you laugh amusedly as she takes the bags from your hands.

"I just went to the market, love, I'm not back from war or something." You joke as you follow her to the kitchen counter, but Jane doesn't even seem to register your words, hurrying back to you and scanning your face as her hands move up to your cheeks. "Are you okay? Did something happen? You're late."

"I'm fine." You answer wholeheartedly, an amused little smile playing on your lips as you bring your hands up to your girlfriend's waist, giving a reassuring squeeze there. "The supermarket was crowded and there was an accident in the roadway so I got stuck in traffic, but I'm fine."

The blonde seems to relax at last, her shoulders slumping and a calming sigh accompanying her expression of relief. "There's been more cases of express kidnapping around the area, I was worried." She tells, her eyebrows furrowed in that adorable way unique of hers.

"That's terrible, really. But it's okay. I'm right here." You say, lightly pulling her closer to you to get her out of that distressing headspace. Your attempt seems to work, for the next moment she is smiling at you, her eyes shining as she strokes your cheekbones with her thumbs.

"Yes, you are," she says, her voice much more peaceful and gentle than before, "and I missed you." She adds in a slightly humorous tone and you laugh softly, your heart filling with love for the woman in your arms. "And I missed you too."

Your words earn you a wide smile from Jane before she leans forward, connecting her lips to yours in a sweet kiss, and you smile as you reciprocate it.

To give her even more assurance of your presence and safety, you wrap your arms around Jane's waist, hugging her tightly as you deepen the kiss.

The blonde sighs in response, wrapping her arms around your neck. And by the way her lips curl up into a smile you know she knows. You would always be right here.

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And that's it for today! I had no plans to post for now but this has been sitting in my docs for a while and since I have a little free time this morning, I decided to share.

I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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[marvels-writings]

When do y’all want the preview?

I have it ready to go, grammarly checked and everything

When do y'all* want it?

I'm thinking later this week cause I don't think I've created enough suspense but then again it's been over a year since I've posted anything related to this fic.

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[slowly-writing]

Short

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Avengers x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 1.4K

Requested by anon: Little widow is super short and all the avengers find it adorable.

A/N: as someone who is 5’11” (180cm) I did the best I could with this one. I apologize if it’s not very accurate 

“Woah! Let me grab that, y/n,” Steve says as he wraps one arm around your waist, the other hand grabbing the box of granola bars you were climbing for.

“I almost had it,” you whine as he sets you down.

“Yeah sure. Almost had a concussion is more like it,” Tony teases and you glare.

“I had everything under control. I was almost tall enough to reach it,” you cross your arms over your chest and your mom coughs to cover a laugh.

“You were balancing on a stool that was teetering on one leg on your…” she pauses to pick up the book, “biology textbook. Great, glad you’re getting some use out of that.”

“Yeah well, it won’t tell me why I haven’t hit my growth spurt yet, so at least it’s good for something,” you shrug, grabbing it from her hands and shoving it in your bag.

“Kid, don’t you think you’re a little old-“

“Don’t!” You cut Tony off. “I am not too old for a growth spurt. I don’t care how old I am. I refuse to be 5’1 for the rest of my life.”

“Alright,” he raises his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. I’m gonna be late for school.”

“Have a good day,” your mom calls.

“Try not to get mistaken for a freshman again,” Clint’s words are acknowledged by way of you flipping him off as you make your way out the door.

xxxxx

“Here,” Peter appears behind you, grabbing the textbook you were jumping for.

“Thanks,” you grumble and he grins.

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch lockers? It’s killing my back to crouch down to the lower ones anyway. Jumping doesn’t seem like the most effective use of your locker,” he offers for the tenth time and you shake your head.

“I’m fine! I can reach it all!”

“Yeah when I use my powers for you,” Wanda’s voice calls and you turn, glaring.

“Whole lot of help you were this morning. Steve’s convinced I almost broke my neck climbing for my breakfast,” you whine and she chuckles, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“My deepest apologies. I’ll just skip my morning training with Agent Hill. I’m sure that would go over just fine,” she teases and you roll your eyes, leaning into her nonetheless.

“You just gotta get on her good side. I get to do my training after school instead of before,” you smirk and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s because she’s known you since you were three and therefore treats you like family. Not an agent,” Wanda retorts and you just shrug.

“Ya know, it’s  the 21st century,” Peter’s still stuck on the previous topic and you shake your head. “I don’t think scavenging for food is supposed to be a life threatening process anymore. Cause like, evolution and all that,”

“Well y/n’s evolution didn’t get the message,” Wanda responds and you smack both their shoulders.

“You guys suck,” you whine and Wanda laughs.

“We’re only teasing, love. You’re adorable. We have to tease you to compete for some attention. You’re too cute to look away from.” You eye Wanda for a few moments.

“I can’t tell if that was supposed to be patronizing or not, but it’s too early to analyze all that, so I’m gonna go with thank you as my response,” you tell her, standing up on your toes and pulling her down by the collar of her shirt to kiss her cheek.

“You can’t even reach your girlfriend's face to kiss her,” Peter chokes out through a laugh.

“At least I have a girlfriend,” you try to jab back but he brushes right over it.

“Say, have you ever been on a roller coaster before? Or do you not measure up yet?” He says and you lunge for him. He quickly places a hand on your forehead, holding you back where your arms can’t reach him. You can feel your cheeks heat up as Wanda tries her best to hide her laugh behind you. You hit his elbow, making his arm buckle, and pull it over your shoulder. You use his weight against him as he stumbles forward and throw him over your shoulder.

“Holy shit,” Wanda breaths out.

“How the hell did you do that?” Peter asks as he catches his breath and you shrug.

“Did you forget who my mom is? I learned how to do that when I was 8. We were literally talking about my training like 30 seconds ago,” you call over your shoulder as you take Wanda’s hand and pull her to class.

xxxxxx

What’s up losers?” Mj asks as she joins your group.

“We’re thinking about heading to the tower to study for the geometry test next week, wanna come?” Peter asks, unphased by MJ’s snarkiness. Loser is pretty much a term of endearment in her book.

“Plus it’s movie night  if you guys wanna crash it. Fair warning though, it’s Steve’s turn to pick so it’ll probably be old as hell,” you add in and Ned nods.

“Sounds awesome! I’ll watch an old movie if it means hanging with the avengers!” His enthusiasm brings a smile to your face, though it’s quickly knocked off as MJ uses your head as an armrest.

“I’m in,” she says and you glare up at her, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Too bad, you’re not invited anymore,” you say angrily and she laughs.

“Anyone else feel like they’re being yelled at by a middle schooler when she’s mad?” She teases again and Wanda quickly wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling your back into her chest.

“But she doesn’t fight like a middle schooler, Peter learned that the hard way this morning. So let’s lay off before someone ends up with a black eye, alright?” Wanda says calmly and you sink into her embrace. You grab one of her hands from where they’re laced together by your chest and start playing with the rings on her fingers.

“I don’t look like a kid,” you mumble and you feel Wanda place a kiss on the top of your head.

“Of course you don’t” she reasures you.

“Yeah, totally. The whining totally helps your case Romanoff,” Peter adds and you glare as you all make your way out of the school.

xxxxx

“Race to the movie room?” Peter suggests and Ned frowns.

“But y/n’s like, short as hell, no offense,” he says and you laugh at his innocent look, “how is that fair.”

“Don’t worry Ned. I’ll manage,” you say before Peter takes off everyone else following suit. THey weave around the furniture and you smirk, placing your hand on the back of the sofa and throwing yourself over it. One foot lands on the coffee table and you use it to push off of, grabbing the pull up bar in the doorway that Steve insisted needed to be in the common room (you still think it’s cause he likes to show off) and doing an elegant flip, laning in front of the door to the movie room with a bow.

“Seriously, how the hell do you do that kind of stuff?” MJ asks, slightly out of breath, but still smiling since she beat Peter.

“What part of ‘raised by an assassin’ isn’t clicking for you guys?” you ask and a voice behind them draws their attention.

“Hey, I stopped being an assassin long before I started raising you,” your mom argues and you just shrug.

“Doesn’t make you any less paranoid or scary. You’re the one who insisted I needed to know how to defend myself, so I’m simply reaping the benefits,” you say with a grin, leaning into Wanda who is rolling her eyes at your antics.

“I seem to remember you begging me to train you so you could go on missions,” your mom counters with a raised eyebrow. Before you can respond Tony’s voice comes from the room you just vacated.

“Why the hell is there a footprint on my table?” He yells and you all freeze.

“Maybe if we’re quiet he won’t know we’re here?” Ned whispers, but even he sounds unsure of the plan.

“I can see the pile of backpacks by the elevator. When I find out whose foot was on my table they’re grounded. I don’t care if you’re not my children,” Tony yells again.

“Race you to...anywhere but here!” you whisper-yell before taking off, the four teenagers hot on your trail as your mom rolls her eyes behind you.

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Updates - Changes to my Taglist

IMPORTANT - TAGLIST CHANGES

Hi all, it's been a while since I talked on here to all you guys directly! But I just wanted everyone to on here to know I'm making some changes regarding my taglist.

I have decided to make things easier for myself when I come back posting stories. I have decided to make a side blog, my library blog if you want to call it that. (that's what you did call it Danielle smh)

The purpose of that blog is purely for giving people updates whenever I post a new story (when I come back that is) All you will have to do is turn on post notifications for the blog and you'll get notified and you won't miss a story post/update

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