#mm.drabble.wanda

[missmonsters2]

Hey are you taking requests? If so could you maybe do a werewolf reader imprinting on Wanda to keep her protected not realizing that in doing so wanda has now been made aware of how you feel for her through the connection you’ve now forged? Please

If you’re not taking requests then that’s okay I thank you for all the ones you’ve written and I’ve read ☺️

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: none. maybe secretlyneedy!reader.

Note: hnngg. no words.

Count: < 1k

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Wanda rubbed her neck absentmindedly. The area you bit her was still tender, stirring when anything even grazed it. 

The feeling was severe, like a grave reminder of what you have shackled them to in return for keeping Wanda safe. It was sudden, but Wanda couldn't see herself surviving the attack despite her magic. 

And, well, it warded off other werewolves. 

Still, Wanda felt guilty for making you enter into something you've always been clear you didn't want. 

Imprinting was a choice in the way you could choose whether or not to bite someone to bond with. You were adamant that it wasn't something you wanted, but now, you'd never really have the choice if you found someone to love. 

You've always been stiff around Wanda. Always willing to defend her in battle or help her when she needed it, but stoic. You always commented about her dark circles or messy hair, which occasionally made Wanda somewhat self-conscious. 

It was just—ill-matched. 

And now, you've been avoiding her. 

The bite seemed to be getting tenderer the longer you stayed away. 

You must hate her.

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Mine.

Wanda felt strange today. She was slightly uncomfortable—nervous, really, with you lingering wherever she was. Wanda knew it was because you knew that being apart too long would affect the bond with it being so new, so you were probably also gritting your teeth through this. 

Yet, Wanda's been shifting the last couple of hours. Her body feels—weird. Something overwhelming was wafting through her, akin to a glass that was too full. 

"Are you hungry?" You asked as you got up. 

"Uh," Wanda's toes curled. "A little."

You didn't reply to her answer as you grabbed a few things from the fridge and started prepping. 

"Do you need help?" Wanda got up and walked to you, sitting at the kitchen island. 

You looked up, locking eyes with her.

Pretty. 

Wanda clenched her teeth and blushed. 

Your nose flared a little, only causing Wanda to blush harder. 

Mine.

You looked away.

This was the strange, uncomfortable feeling. 

Wanda didn't know how the bond exactly worked. It wasn't something you discussed, and Wanda's been too nervous to ask. She knew the conversation would need to happen soon, but asking seemed so—ludicrous. 

Wanda felt things, intense things, every time she looked at you. Things would suddenly enter her mind like pretty, mine, never going to hurt you, happy, so happy—it was overwhelming. 

But whenever Wanda looked at you, you looked the same as ever. 

Stoic.

Intense but guarded eyes. 

It only ever happened when you were around.

It was curious, that's all.

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Once you explained the bond to Wanda, strangely skirting around certain elements, Wanda understood. 

There's an aspect of sharing that could be opened both ways, but it could also be shut, which you were doing.

Or so you thought. 

It was just a test at first. 

Wanda just wanted to know.

So, she held your hand.

You stiffened, tensing at the feel of her palm and fingers.

But you quietly allowed it. 

You still commented about her dark circles and messy hair, but now Wanda could feel the concern behind it. She could feel the desperation to help and fix it. 

You always took what Wanda gave, greedily appreciating it, just toeing the line for more. If Wanda held your hand, you caressed her palm and her fingers. Your fingers were soft, and when you stroked her inner wrist, it sent tingles throughout her body. 

The hand massages you gave were too erogenous. 

Did Wanda shackle you to something you didn't want, or had she saved you from condemning yourself to solitary?

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Wanda only knew for sure when she kissed you.

You tried to back away at first, but Wanda pulled you closer.

"I want this," Wanda mumbled against your lips. " I want you."

And then, it was like whatever you held back broke out with a vengeance. 

You kissed her over and over, kissing her hungrily like you were starved. You pulled her close, tense and tight, like you were afraid she would disappear. 

And then, you started talking.

"Mine," you kiss. "So pretty."

It caught Wanda off guard.

"Mine. You're so perfect." Your hands were doing things to her again. "I'll keep you safe, I swear. I'm so happy. So, so happy," you said between kisses, and Wanda is trying to not get swept up by you.

"Hey," Wanda whispers, and you kiss her again. "Hey, it's okay."

It's consoling, the way she says it, and you pause to look at her, and whatever wall you put up against the bond falls, and Wanda's overwhelmed again.

It was like when she first felt strange, and now she knew it was you. You couldn't even keep up a wall to avoid sharing your feelings because it was bleeding through. 

"I'm sorry," you bury your face into her neck, "but you didn't know and I need you to know."

"I know," Wanda massages the back of your neck, feeling her bite warm. "You're not very good at hiding."

You pulled back to look at Wanda again, assessing her face.

Stoic, but Wanda knew better now.

It was a raw, unrelenting fire.

You tangle your fingers in her messy hair. "So pretty," you muttered again before pulling her close, and Wanda enjoyed the burn. 

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[missmonsters2]

💪🏽 Bridal carry

Wanda

Fluff

(preferably R doing the carrying)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: flirty!reader. packmule!Vision. Steve is enlightened. Tony said absolutely not.

Note: cutecutecutecutecutecute

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Count: 0.5k

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"Hold on!" Natasha calls to the group. "I think Wanda and Bucky sprained their ankles."

You turn from chatting with Pepper as you look back at them, sitting up from the ground and grabbing their ankles. 

It seems they had a bit of a tumble as they both tripped over a large root in the ground. Bucky tried to buffer Wanda from hitting her head on a rock, but it resulted in them spraining their ankles. 

Everyone begins to walk towards them, and you can tell they're embarrassed by the sudden attention.

"Are you okay?" Vision asks with concern, mostly to just Wanda. "Can you make it the rest of the way back? There's only a little left."

Steve is looking around at everyone frowning. Everyone was carrying some sort of backpack or hiking gear. 

"Four of us can help them walk if they put their arm around us and hop."

"I'm fine; it just stings a little. I just need to rest it a bit before I can keep going," Bucky says, but he looks to Wanda to see how she's doing.

"Um," Wanda feels around her swollen ankle, wincing. "I think maybe just one person is fine if I can lean on them and hop. You guys don't have to wait for us."

"You don't want to wait too long," Tony comments. "It'll get dark soon, but if we head back first, we can maybe see if the ranger has a driving cart of some sort to come back and get you if it hurts too much."

You roll your eyes with a sigh as you move to take off Wanda's backpack, tossing it towards Vision, scrambling to catch it.

"What are you—" He starts to say, but you smile sickeningly sweet at him.

"I'm sure you'd be more than happy to carry her stuff, aren't you? You're welcome."

You look down at Wanda with a quirk of your brow, amused at how she's landed herself in such a predicament when it was meant to be a leisurely hike. 

"What are you—" Wanda starts to say as you hook your arm under the back of her knees, your other arm at her back, and begin to lift. 

"Hot damn," Natasha whistles. "Girl's got muscle."

"It's a good thing the rest of the way is a straight path," you chuckle. 

"You don't have to, I must be heavy," Wanda blushes, but she's already wrapping her arms around your neck. 

Bless that tree root. 

"And leave you to be eaten by the bears and wolves? Perish the thought," You give her a crooked smile. "With how light you are, they'd probably have to hunt some poor bunnies to fill up."

You're already making your way back as everyone gapes at you.

"What about me!?" Bucky shouts after you.

You don't even look back as you yell back, "Do I look like your boyfriend? Ask Steve to carry you!"

Steve looks enlightened as he takes off Bucky's backpack, looking at Tony, who grimaces at him.

"Don't even think about it, Rogers. I won't be your pack mule as you play hero with your boyfriend. Over my dead body!"

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[missmonsters2]

Can you do 🩸 with Wanda as hurt/comfort

Please?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: hnnng so hurt/comfort. reckless!wanda.

Note: and wanda never came home hurt from a mission again :-)

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"You're getting more reckless."

Wanda doesn't respond to your comment. She doesn't move from her seat on the cot, and you sigh as you grab the medical kit. There's a large cut right above her eyebrow, the blood has crusted over for the most part, and you try not to wonder how long she had to wait until she could get here.

You sit in front of her on a stool, carefully moving closer to her. Wanda looks at the ground rather than at you, her hands resting lifelessly in her lap. 

You start to clean the cut, and Wanda winces at the sting. You blow as lightly—gently—as you can because she deserves that. Wanda deserves some gentleness in her life. 

It's too soon, you think. They're making her work missions too soon after she's just lost Pietro. You wonder if they're trying to punish her for what she did before she defected to the Avenger's side. 

It's silent as you take care of Wanda. 

"I wish you'd take care of yourself a little more," you whisper as you finish bandaging the cut and begin to look at the smaller ones littered across her face. 

"Does it really matter? It gets the job done, and no one else complains." Wanda's voice is passive, and when you look into her eyes, they're hard, as if warning you to stay away. Stay out because she can't let anyone else in. 

"Yes," you push forward, unable to leave Wanda alone. "Because I still wait for you to come home. Because you know that I have to be the one to look after you—and I will because I want to, Wanda."

Your own voice is stiff as well as if to hide how hurt you feel by Wanda's carelessness with herself. But you can't hide all of it as you look at her face, tears ushering to the edge of your eyes. 

"You must know how frightening it is to wait for someone and pray they come back unharmed," you swallow harshly, gripping the fabric of your pants tightly before looking away. "You may feel like you have no one else to lose, but that's not the case for me."

The room falls silent, stretching onto something painful and hollowing. A part of you thinks you should give up, but you can't. You could never—

Wanda places her warm hands over yours, and you loosen your grip. She lifts them, holding them together as she brings her forehead to them. Her hold is tight, almost painful, but it's somehow so reassuring.

"I'm sorry." 

Her voice is stiff and coarse, perhaps because she's trying to hold back her own tears.

"I'm sorry," she repeats before hesitantly kissing your fingers. "I won't do it again."

You have to swallow something harsh down because you think you might choke on a sob if you let it out. 

You adjust and hold her hand back, your thumb brushing over her lips.

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[missmonsters2]

dark!wandda + soft maybe jealousy?

College AU set bc maybe that's what I'm feeling 🤨

18+ only as soft!dark Wanda & smut <3

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"Hold on, move your shoulder a little—just like that. Great job!"

Wanda watched below from the bleachers with a tilt of her head. You were helping the new girl on your team do some sets and spiking practice.

It was a common occurrence. You were the volleyball captain, after all. Wanda watched all your practices and games, and there was always someone on your team you had to help out.

But what caused Wanda to frown was how the new girl blushed happily at your help. The way she leaned into your touch and shyly turned to ask if she was doing it right was what caused Wanda to narrow her eyes.

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"Wanda, we can't—"

"You're gonna tell me no when you've already soaked my fingers?" Wanda quirked her brow at you as she dragged her fingers against the length of you, fingers circling your clit.

Your breath hitched as you fought to stay up right on your elbow.

"We're still in the gym, anyone could walk in on us," you hissed at her, trying to get her to stop but Wanda didn't seem to care.

"The gym's closed now and you're the person responsible to clean and lock up," Wanda grinned as she leaned in and captured your lips in a slow kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Yeah, me and—"

"The new girl? She went to grab you some water, right?" Wanda hummed. "What was her name again?"

You were going to answer but your mind was drawing a blank as Wanda's slender fingers slipped in, pumping in a steady rhythm.

"Can't even remember her name, huh?" Wanda chuckled throatily.

"Harder," you breathed.

Wanda smiled as she didn't tease you for once and did exactly as you asked.

"She was acting all cute for you today, crushing on you, and you can't even remember her name. That's so mean of you, miláčik," Wanda pressed a kisses against the side of your neck. "Guess she should know that I'm the only person that matters to you, isn't that right?"

Wanda slowed her fingers just a beat and you were already muttering how right your girlfriend was just to make sure she didn't stop. Wanda praised you and resumed her rhythm, relishing in your sweet noises. She drew her head back, looking just slightly to the side, smirking at the spectator, who held two water bottles.

#dark!wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #g.smut #mm.mydarkfics #mm.drabble.wanda #unedited bc we die like heathens #mm: answered #anon #mm: my fics

[missmonsters2]

wanda sucking the power out of america but also not being able to choose between the power and saving y/n? thank you, I love your fics/

interesting that you want to be in a position where Wanda might not choose you 👀

warnings: angst

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It was a deadlock.

Power.

America.

Strange.

You.

"Let America go!" Strange threatened as he held you tightly in his grip, using his powers to suffocate you. "Stop this now, Wanda! Or I will kill her."

It was so unlike Strange, Wanda thought. This was something he would never do, it went against his morality. But perhaps this is what he becomes once he's been backed into a corner—and Wanda might as well have been holding a knife to his throat when she backed him into it

But the power flowing into her was like a drug—a high that she wouldn't be able to get anywhere else. The only thing that made it better was knowing she was so close to her boys.

You coughed, gasping desperately and Wanda stuttered.

"Wanda..." you barely managed to make out, clawing at Strange's grip.

Wanda looked at you and she almost dropped America right then and there. You were the singular light in this world and she could see this world dimming for her slowly, succumbing to the dark.

This wasn't the plan. They were supposed to traverse together, somewhere knew where they could have everything they wanted.

"Wanda!" Strange yelled at her. "I will do it!"

Weakness.

Strange was doing this because he knew. Wanda was sure the sorcerer would let you go if she let the young girl go. He was a hero, and even if he killed you, who had done nothing evil, he'd still be a hero.

Choose.

Choose.

Choose.

A new universe or you.

Power.

You.

Happiness.

You.

There's a moment that you lock eyes with Wanda, and despite Strange slowly killing you, there's nothing that makes the air leave your lungs faster than seeing the look in Wanda's eyes.

You were a singular light.

But it wasn't enough.

Wanda can't live in a world where the only light she gets is the same as if living under a streetlight. Not when there's a universe where she could live under the sun.

"I'm sorry," Wanda's lips trembled.

"I...know..." you breathed out, and it feels like your last breath might come soon.

"Wanda!" Strange's voice gets more desperate as America screams get louder and louder until it's quiet.

And then you're quiet too.

Still.

Limp.

Wanda throws America's body off the cliff and Strange drops you and dive after the lifeless body.

You're in Wanda's arms but you'll never know the tears that fall onto your cheek, rolling down the side.

"I'm sorry," Wanda caresses your jaw, lips unable to stop apologizing as she shakes her head. The newfound power shakes everything and she can feel a portal opening.

"I'll find a universe that you exist in too. We'll do it all over again and again until we're happy."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #mm.drabble.wanda #mm: answered #anon #mm: my fics #unedited bc we die like heathens

[missmonsters2]

Broken Bones

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha has left you. Wanda picks up the pieces.

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Note: For the THBB server drabble prompt: "And I never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that." And, "This universe has taken everything from me. It has taken and taken until it brought me to my knees. And yet, as long as I have you, I can find a way to get back up."

Warnings: LiKe, a mix of fluff and angst. Soft angst?

Count: ~1.6k

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No one really knows when something starts and when it will end. We are starry-eyed creatures that stumble upon a universe, unknowing and accepting. Only through loss do we understand how to recognize the beginning and the end of things.

That's what Wanda thinks, anyway. She's known enough loss to see it in others too—see it in you.

Grief clings to you like static, hangs over you like a threat.

Vision told her once that grief was just love persevering, but Wanda wonders if he could still say that if he could see you.

There's something beautiful about you. Beautiful in the way you move, in the way you love, in the way you face loss, and even in the way you hold back the agonizing scream in your throat when you deserve so much to let it out.

Grief was ugly, and it was so, so wretched. But maybe Wanda has faced it so often that it's the only thing she recognizes anymore.

That's why Wanda can't help but hover in your proximity and slowly fall into your gravity.

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You recognized the beginning of Wanda immediately. It was easy to see someone like Wanda becoming a daily routine.

It had made you laugh with irony.

The signs were similar, almost down to how often you thought about Wanda.

You wished you had learned to recognize the patterns earlier. You wished you knew when the beginning of Natasha was because maybe then you would've seen when the end was coming.

When a person loses too much, they can take a certain threshold before they snap like a bone.

The loss of Natasha had been your threshold.

And so, the beginning of Wanda was unwelcomed, and you shied away. After all, what would happen to you when you inevitably lost Wanda?

What happened to bones that are already broken?

"Hi."

You open your eyes slowly, your pupils dilating as you take in the sight of something so beautiful and precious. Your eyes shut again when you feel feather-light caresses down your bare spine.

"Good morning," you reply sleepily, grinning when you feel the bed shift and a warm bare body press against yours, legs tangling together.

"Did you sleep well?"

You open your eyes again, and the green that stares back at you feels like the forest in winter with soft snow falling.

"I did, thank you for staying the night," you say quietly and sincerely.

The laughter you get back sounds like the wind, and you might get swiped away with it.

"I don't think you could've gotten me to leave even if you wanted to," a brow quirks at you with a smirk. "You wore me out last night, miláčik."

Your cheeks heat up at her words; the memories of last night flashing through your mind are almost too much as you briefly press your face into your pillow.

And when you turn your face out halfway, you find yourself being stared at so tenderly that it makes a knot form in your throat.

Wanda was something to behold.

This was the hard part about the beginning of something. You could hardly ever stop something once it was in motion, even if you could recognize what was happening.

It makes you a little forlorn that you're powerless to stop something so innate about the universe.

"What's wrong?" Wanda asks softly, her fingers had moved to caress your cheek and up to your temple.

Your eyes sting.

"Ending are inevitable, aren't they?" You say quietly as you stare at her collarbone.

You could see Wanda swallow painfully through your peripheral.

"I'm afraid so," Wanda says solemnly. "Beginnings aren't forever. All things come to end. Despite our ability to recognize the signs of the end, we never really get to choose when."

You feel Wanda running her fingers through your hair, scratching at your scalp, and you purr pleasantly despite the solemn conversation.

"It never really feels long enough, does it?" You sigh. "I had nearly a decade with Natasha, and it doesn't feel like enough. Some people don't even get a year."

"No," Wanda replies, thinking about her time with Vision, brief and fleeting before he became a memory. "I believe that even a lifetime with a person may still not be enough when the end comes. Love doesn't just end either."

"I hope I get a lifetime with you."

The words make Wanda look down at you, shocked. You finally look away from her collarbone, as nice as they are. You tug on a strand of her hair until she stops resting on her elbow and lays her head on your pillow, nose to nose.

"Even if it may not be enough, I still selfishly hope to grow old with you."

Something stings in Wanda's eyes and the back of her throat.

Waiting, you see. Wanda had been waiting for some time that perhaps you'd open more than just your legs for her—that between the coffee dates, the training, the meetings, the lunches, the dinners, the TV watching, the walks, the phone calls, and all the exciting and mundane things in between, you'd realize that you were more than just pieces of what was left behind.

"Sometimes I am unbearably miserable," you sigh. "Every day, I can't help feel bad for wanting to grow old with you when I'm going to turn older than Natasha in a couple of years. How unfair is that?"

You turn on your side fully, facing Wanda as you tangle your legs tighter with hers. You lift your hand, gently tracing her cheek until you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. You do it so lightly as if Wanda might disappear. But the second you feel her lips brush against yours, something horribly desperate overcomes you, and you can't help but press your fingers into the back of her neck, pulling her close.

Your lips consume her, almost a little too harshly, as your touch is firm and present.

Because Wanda is here.

She was here yesterday, she is here today, and you hope she'll be there tomorrow.

You almost laugh at the easy hope and optimism you allow yourself to feel. It was beautiful, wasn't it? As sad as what happened to get here, you couldn't help but find the beauty in Wanda.

Even if there was a distant echo of a loss to come, you couldn't help but find the beauty in you that Wanda brought out.

Your lips drag down her chin and neck until you find home against her collarbone. You sigh contently, almost purring when Wanda wraps her around you and scratches your scalp.

"I love you," Wanda whispers as she kisses your forehead. The words make Wanda feel light. It was entirely different than when she had told Vision she loved him. Saying it to Vision came with a certain level of sobriety. Wanda can't help but wonder if this was how Natasha felt when she told you she loved you.

"I love you, too," you say against her collarbone, and Wanda can feel your lashes brush against her as you blink. "I love you with everything I have, and when I have nothing, I still come up with a way to have something to give you."

Wanda thinks Vision was right—what was grief if not love persevering?

"This universe has taken everything from me," you swallowed painfully. The onslaught of memories comes: your youth dissipating, the loneliness when you had been herded into becoming an Avenger, the civilians you couldn't save, the friends you let die, and waiting for Natasha to come back only to find out she was at the bottom of a cliff. "It has taken and taken until it brought me to my knees. And yet, as long as I have you, I can find a way to get back up."

Wanda just presses her lips against the crown of your head because there's no way she could open her mouth without letting out a sob.

There's truth to everything in the universe.

You loved Natasha; there was no doubt about it. You had loved Natasha with every fiber of your being. You loved Natasha even when you couldn't love yourself and when she couldn't love herself. And when you lost her, it had really brought you to your knees. For days, you couldn't stop kneeling at her gravestone.

Truthfully, if you lost Wanda now, you weren't sure if you'd ever manage to get up again. There'd be a good possibility you might spend the rest of your life cursing the wretched universe for what it was.

"Being loved by you and to love you—" you swallowed. "Even if I don't get a lifetime, I think I could still find it in me to keep going. And I never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that."

Wanda can't stop the choked sob that comes out. How was it possible to feel so melancholy and so happy simultaneously? She pushes her hip against you until you roll onto your back, and she's on top. Wanda's body is flushed against yours, and as close as she is, she wants to be closer.

"I love you, I love you," Wanda wants to repeat those words until her lungs run dry. "If this universe won't give us a lifetime, I'll find a new one."

What happens to broken bones? Well, they heal, you see. And you go about life, unsure if you'll break it again or not. But at the very least, you know you can keep going.

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[missmonsters2]

For the spooky drables, can I get softdark!Wandanat, maybe something related to a Haunted house?

free interpretations galore

Pairing: soft!dark!WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI for soft!dark but there is no explicit content.

Count: <1k

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"I really wished you'd just leave that house. You don't have to stay there, you know. You're welcome to stay at mine."

You blinked tiredly, your eyes stinging at how dry they were.

"It's really fine, Steve," you waved your hand nonchalantly. "The rent is crazy cheap for what it is. I just haven't been sleeping well, is all. But I'm tired enough I must just pass out once you drop me off."

Steve sighed, tapping on his steering wheel a little impatiently. "I just don't like how off you've been. Everything has been okay at the apartment, right?"

You nodded. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know," Steve shrugged. "You said you live with roommates, right? Have they been nice to you?"

You nodded once more. "They're nice. A little clingy, but nice."

Steve pressed his lips together before releasing them with a sigh. His car came to a stop in front of your building. "Alright, tell me if you need anything."

You nodded. "Thanks for the ride." You left with a short wave before entering your building.

You stifled a yawn as you jangled your keys through the hole.

Your roommates were nowhere in sight, but it seemed to be like that at odd times during the day. You headed straight for your room and sighed as your head pressed against your soft pillows and cold sheets.

You dozed off easily, unsure for how long until you felt shifting in your bed. You grumbled as you stirred.

"Oh, did we wake you?" It was like silk in your ears.

There were hands under your shirt, pressed against your waist and rib cage.

"I don't understand why you guys are always cold," you whined as you blearily opened your eyes.

You were met with Wanda's viridian eyes; her dainty lips smiled at you. You felt movement behind you and knew it was Natasha. Your roommates were always so clingy, often hopping into your bed nearly every night or when you decided to nap.

Touchy as well.

"You were gone a very long time," Natasha husked behind you, her fingers trailing up your waist. You grumbled as you slapped her hand from going too high.

"I ended up falling asleep at Steve's in the middle of movie night. He didn't wake me until the third move finished," you yawned. God, why were you so tired lately, even when you slept so much?

"Steve again?" There was a bite to Wanda's words.

"Stop it," you rolled your eyes. "We're just friends and there were other people there too."

"You're out too often," Natasha pressed closer. You tried to move your hands to pull up the blanket more. You wondered if the AC was on again.

"We wanted to spend Halloween with you too," Wanda sighed, pressing closer as well and sandwiching you tightly between them.

"Didn't you guys have Halloween plans?" You muttered as you tried to keep your eyes open.

"Mm," Wanda hummed. "Nothing that could be done without you."

"Oh?" You mused. "Like what?"

"Stay home today and you'll find out," Natasha's face was against your back, and you could feel her smirk. "Don't you like spending time with us?"

"You know I do," you said, trying to adjust yourself, but Wanda and Natasha wouldn't budge. If anything, their hands were gripping you more tightly.

"Well, we want you with us," Wanda pressed her face against your neck. You hissed at how cold her nose was. "Always with us. We can't leave this place without you."

"Guys, too close," you muttered, a headache starting to form.

"Just go to sleep," Wanda pressed kisses against your neck. You tried to pull back and ask her what she thought she was doing, but you only pushed back into Natasha's lips against your shoulders.

"Sleep and we'll be together when you wake up," Natasha said between kisses.

The headache was getting worse, and sleep did sound so promising. Just as your eyes were sliding shut, there was knocking on the door.

"Just ignore it. It's too early for anyone important," Wanda said as she stroked your ribcage, then down your stomach and went lower.

But the knocking persisted, and you groaned.

"I can't sleep with that noise," you protested as you sat up. They tried to pull you back down to sleep, but you swatted their hands and shuffled off the bed. "It'll just be a second."

You stumbled to the front door and opened it.

"Do you know what time it—Steve?" You furrowed your brows. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, uh, you left your cell at my place. I thought I should drop it off before I head to work. Sorry, I forgot you work later today," Steve gave you a sheepish smile. He stared at your form, eyebrows furrowing, when he noticed marks on your neck. Similar to hickeys but...not quite.

"Did someone come over...?" Steve asked carefully.

"Huh?" You asked. "No. It's just me and my roommates. They're sleeping in my bed—don't ask, I told you they're clingy."

"Right," Steve said slowly. "You mind if I grab some water before I go?"

"Sure," you said as you opened the door wider and stepped aside.

You led him to your kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water while Steve looked around. It was a rather empty apartment. Steve looked at the shoe rack by the door. Your work heels and runners.

He saw a bedroom, the door open, and peered in. A twin-sized bed and a desk.

Then he saw into your bedroom.

There was a loud bang, nearly shaking the unit.

"Jesus fuck," you sighed before yelling, "Can you two try to not break shit in my room? Did you guys knock over the fucking dresser again?"

You turned to Steve. "Sorry, my roommates are assholes sometimes when they're grumpy."

Steve stared at you for a long minute until he finally said, "There's no one else in here but us."

#dark!natasha romanoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #Natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #dark!wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #dark!natasha romanoff imagine #dark!natasha romanoff #dark!wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #avengers x reader #anon #mm: answered #mm.drabble.wandanat #mm.drabble.nat #mm.drabble.wanda #mm.mydarkfics

[missmonsters2]

SoftDark!WandaNat (with a monstrous twist to their being? Maybe vampiric?) "Hunts" for their third mate because they can sense/smell/feel her 😬😈

i love soft!dark character so much 😩🖐

Pairing: Soft!Dark!WandaNat x Reader (vampire au)

Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI

Count: ~600

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Wanda gazed out the window at the top floor. "How terrible, the villagers just left her at our gates."

Natasha came to peer out the same window, her hand coming to rest on Wanda's waist.

They could see you slowly undoing the loose rope binds at your wrists and legs. The villagers hadn't tied you up too tightly because they knew you were too weak to fight or run against them.

But would you run now that they've dropped you off?

"I kind of like they keep dropping off young maidens at our door," Natasha smirked, her eyes trailing over the white dress they put you in. "Do you think she'll run?"

The young maidens always did, despite knowing that it would be unlikely of them to make it back out alive.

Wanda and Natasha had held the property they lived in for centuries. They owned the remote village, who believed that some deity lived in the property.

They were kind of right. At least that something supernatural lived there. The villagers prayed at the gates and left offerings, only just recently bringing live sacrifices.

It wasn't something Wanda or Natasha asked for. They were recluse beings, hunting for their own food in the dark of the night. The villagers acted like the success or failure of their crops, and livestock depended on them.

It wasn't, but...there was something specific they wanted as of late.

"No," Wanda shook her head, her hand pressed softly against the glass. "She won't run. After all, she's ours. I know she feels the pull too."

And just like Wanda predicted, you uncovered your blindfold slowly and stood up, looking around.

You were scared, that much was sure. They could see your trembling from afar as you stood at the gate, but maybe it's because the villagers hadn't even given you a coat.

The lightest push against the bars gave way, creaking loudly as if to welcome and warn you away.

They watched you walk up the pathway in a hurry, trying to get away from the cold.

"I can smell her from here," Natasha purred, inhaling deeply. "She smells so sweet. I know she's going to taste so fucking good."

Wanda hummed, her mouth pooling with venom as Natasha's fantasies filled her mind.

Natasha painted such a pretty picture with you in their silk sheets—naked, trembling, and wanting. Natasha would be behind you, holding you up and spreading your legs open for Wanda.

There'd already been a couple of bite marks, your blood dripping between your breasts. Natasha imagined Wanda crawling up to you, licking that trail of blood up.

They'd thoroughly debauch you, that white dress nothing more than a mockery of your deflowering.

"Patience, love," Wanda swallowed, trying to clear her mind. "Taking her now will only result in her running away later."

"As if we couldn't catch her," Natasha muttered but sighed as she stood straighter.

"Oh, she'd never escape," Wanda chuckled. "But you know I hate expending my energy on preventable things."

They could hear a knocking at the door.

"Besides," Wanda looked at her reflection in the window, her eyes glowing red. "We just put in so much work to kill their livestocks until they gave us her. The Chief of the village was so greedy hiding his one and only daughter away, wasn't he? And then trying to marry her off to the Chief's son of the neighboring village."

Natasha scoffed. "If that boy comes anywhere near our gates to try to take her back—"

"He won't," Wanda reassured. "After all, everyone thinks she's already died a certain death."

Licking her lips, Wanda turned to Natasha, pressing a long kiss to her lover.

"Now, why don't we make sure our little lamb is all warm behind the scenes until she gets too curious and starts looking for her helpful hosts around the house?"

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[missmonsters2]

OKAY LAST ONE (for now aksjsjs) wandanat x reader - reader and nat bring home a "cute" doll home from a flea market and wanda senses something is wrong with it almost immediately

I felt Wanda hard on this. First of all, why would anyone bring dolls home period!! LOL

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: None, just headassery LOL

Translations: Moja láska (my love), milenka (lover)

Count: < 1k

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You were in trouble.

Well, you and Natasha were in trouble. With Wanda.

"What the hell were you two thinking?" Wanda scolded you two.

You looked at Natasha, and she looked at you through the side of her eyes. Clearly, neither of you wanted to be the one to speak.

But when the silence dragged on too long, and it seemed like Wanda was getting more irate as the seconds passed, you caved.

Damn Natasha, that traitor.

"We just...we thought it looked cute...Natasha thought it'd be a good gift for Morgan."

"You are not giving that to Morgan," Wanda vehemently denied. "Pepper will kill us all if we give her a cursed doll."

"How were we supposed to know if it's cursed!" You whined. "If anything, this is Natasha's fault. I'm just a regular ol' civilian. She's an Avenger."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Natasha hissed at you in disbelief you were trying to throw her under the bus. "It's not like I have magical powers."

"Ah, so Nat's basically saying it's your fault, Wanda, for not coming with us," you nodded sagely.

"That's not—" Natasha sharply looked at Wanda, who had her eyes narrowed. "Moja láska, that's not what I'm saying at all."

Wanda stared at the two of you for a long, sufferable moment before she huffed. "Get. Rid. Of. It. Or else we're all sleeping in separate places tonight."

"But, like, how do we know we haven't already fucked up? What if we try to get rid of it and it just comes back?" You asked, thinking about all the horror movies you've watched.

Natasha jabbed your rib sharply with her elbow.

"Ow—what? It's a real possibility," you glared at Natasha, who glared back at you.

"We'll figure it out," Natasha tried to appease her girlfriend while simultaneously thinking about how to murder her other girlfriend.

Wanda merely narrowed her eyes at you two, suspicious, but eventually walked away.

"Seriously?" Natasha said to you as soon as Wanda walked away. "Just going to throw me under the bus like that when we both thought this doll was cute?"

You shrugged. "Listen, as I said, I'm just a regular ol' civilian. If Wanda punishes me, my weak body wouldn't be able to take it."

"Didn't seem like that last night," Natasha muttered while you smirked.

"Don't be too mad, milenka," you wrapped your arms around Natasha. "I promise to make it up to you as soon as we figure out what to do with this doll."

"Damn right you will," Natasha quirked her brow. "So, what should we do with it?"

You hummed in thought. You were worried if you tried to throw it away, the doll would only come back. You'd end up in even more trouble with Wanda if that happened.

"Leave it in Steve's house?" You suggested.

"Bucky will kill us," Natasha pursed her lips.

"I think you could take Bucky on."

"Of course," Natasha rolled her eyes. "Because you're a—"

"Regular ol' civilian," you finished with a smile and pecked a kiss to Natasha's lips.

#Natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel imagine #avengers x reader #anon #mm: answered #mm.drabble.wandanat #mm.drabble.nat #mm.drabble.wanda

[missmonsters2]

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Royal AU Drabble)

Note: For the THBB server drabble prompt: "I think that's the hardest part for me...knowing you're not the villain of my story."

Warnings: Angst, we been knew

Count: < 1k

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Wanda watches you from a distance, separated by a sea of bodies, but she's never seen you so clearly as she does now.

You were beautiful; you always were to her. When you were scowling, screaming, crying, or spitting spiteful words meant to tear into her skin—there was a flaming fire in you that Wanda couldn't help but feel drawn to.

It was only recently that Wanda began to see a side of you that she's never had the privilege to. It felt like the air was being sucked out of the room—like she was stuck inside a hurricane when she watched the corner of your lips drag upwards. The way you smiled and laughed so openly was so—fuck.

But that was never Wanda's, and it would never belong to her.

After all, Wanda was the reason you would never have a life outside this kingdom. You were the traitorous war prisoner shackled to her, and your life bargained like common fodder.

Wanda's felt her breath hitch as you looked over at her, your smiling fading into something soft. She wonders if that belongs to her.

You step away from the blushing bride and make your way to her.

So much has changed since.

War prisoner you were, no one could never take away your skill on the battlefield. You were always going to be a knight.

And for a moment, you were hers.

"Hi, princess," You mumble, and it's almost too hard to catch over the sound of lively music. Even the way you say, 'Princess,' once used as a sniping mockery, now sounds endearing.

"Hi," Wanda smiles back. "This is rather grand, isn't it?" She looks around, and you follow her suit.

You know exactly what she's saying, even if she doesn't voice it.

"Yeah," you chuckle. "Not really my style but—"

"But the Red Duchess like grand things, doesn't she?" Wanda finishes for you.

For a moment, your mouth is left agape before you close it with a sharp nod.

The silence blankets the two of you, and the longer you stand in front of Wanda, the more her heart is dragging—sinking to where no one can ever touch it again like the way you had.

"I'm sorry."

Once again, almost too soft to hear over the violins. How can something so quiet feel like nails scraping against her veins, forcing something to burn and crack until she lets out the choked sob stuck in her throat?

"Whatever for?" Wanda croaks, still smiling. "Shouldn't I be the one who's sorry? I'm fortunate you still have it in you to fall in love with someone in this kingdom, a devout supporter of my family. I'm happy you get a happy ending, despite the villain."

You can only offer her a sorrowful, apologetic smile. Wanda watches as you stay rooted, despite the way your fingers twitch. You stand close but with just enough distance for it to be appropriate. There were no more lingering touches and shared breaths in your proximity, and there'd never be again.

"Sometimes I think about the beginning—how you dragged me around like a shining trophy after the war ended," you wistfully say, and Wanda is surprised to see there's no hatred in your tone or expression. "But you did that so I could live, didn't you. You bargained my freedom for my life and I hated you for it."

Your eyes travel back, and Wanda tries to pretend she doesn't care.

"But because of you, I have found something precious in this misery, and I think that's the hardest part for me...knowing you're not the villain of my story." Your words travel like both a disease and cure to her ears. "I hope you get your happy ending too, Princess."

Your last linger only last for less than a second before you turn and return to your bride, something swelling in your heart and shining on your face as you kiss her.

Wanda returns to what she was doing before you approached her—watching you. Your words ring like she's been boxed in the ear, and she can only remember why you're apologizing to her.

"Oh, Wanda—" You snidely started before Wanda gave you a silencing look.

"You can't call me by my name. If someone hears you—"

"Then, Princess," you bit, the title sounding grating and offensive. "I will never be thankful to you."

Wanda remained quiet.

Your jaw was clenched, hands gripped into a fist as you stared at her with what only could be described as pure hatred and despise.

"If you think there's a happy ending for us, don't make me fucking laugh," you scoffed. "You're cold-blooded, Princess. In my heart, you're always going to be the villain that I pray some hero will come and obliterate. One night between us will never change that."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #avengers imagine #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #modern avengers au #Elizabeth olsen x reader #mm: my fics #mm.drabble.wanda

[missmonsters2]

Singlemom!Wanda, Tommy and Billy gets sick right before halloween so they can’t go trick or treating. While Wanda spends halloween night trying to nurse her children back to health, Reader spends it out trick or treating, and afterwards goes to deliver all the candy they got for Wanda's children.

Pairing: SingleMom!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: None. Wholesome. Fluffy. Family friendly.

Note: I love with kids trope why?

Count: ~1k (dang it)

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You have a crush on your neighbor.

It was kind of hard not to. You're pretty sure you're not the only person in the neighborhood that has a crush on Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda's kids had deterred most people from actually trying anything serious with her, but you thought Billy and Tommy were amazing if a bit rambunctious.

The only issue stopping you from dating Wanda was that the redhead was convinced you weren't someone who could seriously commit.

And to be fair, Wanda did have a point. You swung back and forth between bringing different people home every month, or full stop refused to see anyone at all.

Trying to prove to Wanda that you were serious about her and her kids was just a waiting game. Only time could prove that, and you were willing to show up every day without excuses.

You think it might be working.

"I'm so sorry," Wanda apologized as she stood at the door with you outside it. There were mild stress lines, and it looked like the woman had barely slept. "I totally forget to tell you but the boys came down with something last night. Their fever just broke this morning."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," you rubbed Wanda's arms and pulled her into a hug. "Have you even gotten any sleep yourself?"

"Yes," Wanda said but then backtracked when you quirked your eyebrow at her. "I mean, kind of. I had a 20 minute nap."

You sighed, but Wanda shrugged. "It's fine. The boys are just resting now and that means I can get some sleep too. They're just really bummed they're going to miss trick-or-treating. They were already upset Vision wasn't coming down to celebrate, so you really made their day offering to take them."

You lifted your hand to stroke the side of Wanda's hair, trying to not smile at Wanda looked shy at the touch.

"It'll be okay. We can come up with something different to do when they're better. Get some rest. I'll stop by later tonight, if that's okay?" You asked her.

Wanda nodded. "Sounds good."

You pushed your luck and kissed her on the cheek before you turned around and left.

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"How're you boys feeling?" Wanda asked as she sat down next to them on the couch.

They had woken up about an hour ago and were well enough to at least sit down on the pullout couch and watch some TV shows.

"Okay," Tommy said, but they both shrugged.

"Just kind of sad we're missing out on the candy," Billy mumbled.

Wanda felt extra bad that their doorbell rang about every 10 to 20 minutes, and Billy and Tommy could hear other kids yelling, 'Trick or Treat!'

"I know," Wanda comforted them. "I promise we'll do something when you're both feeling better."

The doorbell rang again, and Wanda gave the boys an apologetic look as she went up to answer it, grabbing her large bowl of assorted candy.

"Trick or...did you sleep?"

Wanda stood there with her mouth slightly agape as she stood face-to-face with you. Well, you with a comprehensive skeleton makeup on.

"What are you...?" Wanda started to say but moved to the side so you could come in.

As soon as you walked a little further in, you could hear two excited screams.

"Oh my god, your face is so cool!" Tommy screamed while Billy beamed at you, especially when he saw what was in your hands.

"How are you rugrats feeling?" You asked as they made room for you to sit, holding your giant garbage filled with mysterious crinkling inside.

"Better but mom said not enough to go outside," Tommy sighed dramatically.

"Ah, well, she might have a point. The point is to dress up as a zombie, not actually be one," you chuckled as they both playfully pushed you.

"Anyway," you say with a touch of emphasis to grab their attention. From the corner of your eye, you can see Wanda coming in to lean against the wall as she peered at you curiously. "I know it sucks you two couldn't go out to get the candy, but I thought I'd go out and bring you the spoils. I'll have you know you're so very lucky you're getting all the reward with no work."

You sighed before you moved and dumped the contents out all over their laps. They screamed with joy while you looked over to Wanda, who had her hand over her mouth and watery eyes. You only winked as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"We'll do something way cooler than getting candy from strangers when you're all better," you promise the boys, who stumbled between excited screams and saying thank you.

You start to stand to make your way to Wanda. "How about a movie tonight?"

"Yes!" They both screamed.

"Sweet," you smiled. "Not too much candy, though. Your mom will kill me if I end up making you more sick with too much sweets."

The boys barely hear you, but you chuckled as you made your way to Wanda.

"You didn't have to," Wanda immediately said, but you waved it off.

"It's fine," you told her. "Besides, I saw what was in your bowl of sweets. Someone had to make sure the boys had viable candy when they're better."

Wanda's mouth dropped as she scoffed and pinched your arm, making you jump and swat her hand away. She giggled before she shyly grabbed your hand, making you all fluttery. It had been the first time she had initiated that.

"Thank you," she smiled. "You really care about them too, don't you?"

You shrugged. "They're pretty great kids. I expected no less since their mom is pretty great, too."

"Just great?" Wanda quirked her brow.

"Sounds like a trick question...if I answer it right, will I get a treat?" You smirked, causing Wanda to laugh again as she dragged you over to the couch, cuddling up to you as she tried to find a movie.

Yeah, you have a big fucking crush on your neighbor.

And maybe she has one on you too.

"Wait," Wanda paused. "How did you get people to give you candy?"

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #avengers imagine #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #modern avengers au #Elizabeth olsen x reader #mm: my fics #mm.drabble.wanda

[missmonsters2]

Reader on a haunted trail with friends gets separated from group, meets Soft!Dark Wanda and Dark!Nat 😬 Play with as you wish 😈

Pairing: soft!dark!WandaNat x Reader

Warnings: 18+ as it's a dark drabble, but there's no explicit content. implied bad things happened and will be happening. i'm not saying Nat 🔪 but....

Count: < 1k

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You're not really sure how it happened. You had told your friends to go on ahead as you re-tied up your laces. The path was just one straight trail. Granted, it had a lot of twists and turns, but it was still only one pathway.

Had you taken longer than you thought to tie your shoe? You mulled it over that you had also taken a short break to drink some water and stretch.

You held up your cell, but there was no reception in the area currently.

Not really sure what else you could do, you kept walking, hoping at some point you'd catch up to them.

It was strange. You and your friends have done this trail path many times before. Yet how come it felt like you were lost now?

You walked and walked, and as you rounded a corner, you finally saw people.

"Excuse me!" You called out.

Two women, both with reddish hair, turned to look at you, surprised.

"Hi," You sheepishly said as you walked up to them. "I'm so sorry but have you seen a group of people walk by? There should've been four other women."

"Oh my," one of the redheads said, her hair long and blowing with the soft breeze. "I didn't see anyone, did you, Nat?"

The other woman had blonde highlights at the end of her hair. She frowned as she looked back at you. "Wanda, we've been together the whole time, I didn't see anyone either. Did you guys get separated?"

You sighed. "I think so? I mean, I just stopped for a moment to tie my shoes, drink water, and stretch. We've been on this trail before, so I know it's just one pathway. I'm not sure how I could've lost them."

"Oh dear," Wanda lifted her hand to her mouth. "When was the last time you went on this trail?"

"Um, four months ago?" You thought about it before answering.

"Well, no wonder," Natasha shook her head. "They've built a detour about a mile and a half back. It's hard to see because they haven't put up the signs yet, but the path splits off now to round back to the beginning. It's for more beginner hikers to be able to finish early."

"Oh...I think I totally missed that," you frowned. "I guess I should turn back then. They must've taken the new path."

Just as you were about to turn, Wanda grabbed your arm, surprisingly. Her grip was gentle but firm enough to stop you from going.

"That's almost a 40-minute walk since you're carrying too many things to run," Wanda shook her head. "And what if your friends are already too far? You'll have to walk along for a long time when there's no cell reception in this area."

"It's starting to get dark, and it'll be very dangerous for you to walk on your own," Natasha agreed. "Why don't you finish this hike with us. We have just a little longer left. Wanda and I own a cabin nearby, and there's cell reception there. You can call your friends to let them know you're okay."

You bit your lip, hesitating. Wanda and Natasha were right. Usually, you were much more likely to bump into wild animals at night. But the idea of following two strangers...

"Alternatively, we could walk back with you..." Wanda offered, trying to provide you with a tiny smile to show that she didn't mean any harm.

You felt so bad.

These two women were obviously trying to help you and make sure you didn't get murdered on the way back. If you made them walk back with you, they'd have to walk down the trail again back to their cabin and hopefully not get murdered themselves.

"No," you shook your head. "I'll go back to your cabin and see if I can call my friends. Thank you so much."

The two of them smiled at you as they made room between them for you to walk alongside them.

"No worries at all," Natasha smiled, zipping her coat up higher as if to keep the cold out. "You never know what could be lurking in the woods."

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[missmonsters2]

HERE WE GOOOO 🖤 first one i'm thinking soft!dark wanda - reader finds their own body in the attic but doesn't remember dying, only their married life with wanda

oBVIOUSLY we gotta kick off spoopy drabbles with the loml & ofc I love that you started it with some real horror 🖤

pairing: Soft!Dark Wanda x Reader

warnings: soft!dark wanda is the warning. very ominous tones.

count: 1.1k

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There's no concrete proof that it's your body.

After all, you're staring at a thick metal cylinder case melded shut with not even a glimpse of what could be inside. It could be empty for all you know. Nothing more than a metaphor for those who linger.

But you know.

There's something sick that pulls at your stomach as you look at it, something gnawing and digging underneath your skin. It draws you closer and closer despite the ice in your veins and the rigidness of your limbs. That's how you know.

You've spent hours and hours with your eyes unmoving from your coffin.

Strange, you laugh humourlessly to yourself. You don't recall ever seeing this metal contraption.

There are plenty of things you remember. You remember this attic, the never-ending smell of baked goods and cinnamon, the sound of laughter in the house. You remember being married to the most wonderful woman you had ever laid your eyes upon.

But you don't remember this casket in your home.

You don't remember dying.

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Before

"Do you think we got married too quickly?"

Wanda turns her head to you, finding a frown on your face as you scroll through your phone.

"No," Wanda answers as she rubs your arm. "Why?"

You sigh. "Everyone in my group—friends, families, coworkers—has apparently been talking behind my back. They're surprised I could get married to someone after just 6 months of dating."

You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth before gnawing on it. "I mean, I suppose it's rather unlike me..."

Wanda merely chuckled before she tugged at you until you were in her lap.

"I think you should praise me for being able to sweep you off your feet," she teases as she pinches your side, causing you to yelp. "But time is relative, honey. Some people know maybe after years and years of being together. Some people, like us, know four months in. I think we're lucky to know quickly that we want to spend our lives together, don't you?"

You let out a content smile as you lean your body into Wanda's, relishing her warmth and security. You wrap your arms around her, pressing a kiss against her lips before you rest your chin over her shoulder.

Wanda had shown you love could be so tender, so fulfilling. She had shown you that partners could be competent and accountable.

You had gotten a glimpse of forever with her love.

"So very lucky," you agreed before you teased. "Hopefully this isn't doomed to end like everyone's saying."

Wanda laughed.

"I would never let this end."

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Now

She was here again.

Wanda came by every day—always at the end of it. After work and whatever responsibilities took hold of her, she would come to you.

And she would sit for hours and hours and hours in silence as she sat unknowingly next to you as she stared at the casket.

The first night you realized you were nothing but the lingering air left behind, you heard her crying night after night. Your heart ached at your grieving wife, who apparently—was grieving so hard she couldn't even bear to give you a real funeral or burial spot.

But you knew grief had a strange hold over people. And for someone like Wanda, who has faced more loss than anyone should ever have to lose, maybe one more person was the tipping point.

"Why did you go?" You heard Wanda mutter to herself. "How could you let this—us—end?"

You watched Wanda swallow the lump in her throat harshly. You looked down to the ring in Wanda's fingers—The ring that should be on your left hand.

She fumbled with it in her hands, the diamond she bought you digging into her soft skin.

Her grief was your fault. But maybe it was Wanda's too—for not doing better to keep things from ending. If she did, maybe 'us' wouldn't be separated by breathing atoms and lingering air.

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Before

Love bombing. Mania. Obsession. Adrenaline.

Wanda's love is an exploding grenade only ever capable of going off over and over and over. She's the first date butterflies and nausea that never seems to go away. She's the wave that only ever seems to build and is never ready to crash.

There's a part of you that does love it. You love that Wanda can love you like it's always the first month of being together. It's always all-consuming, and you had longed for such a love for such a long time.

But despite time passing, it feels like you never get past the honeymoon stage. Even though you've talked about all there is to talk about, you feel like there's a wall. There's a wall that can never come down unless the wave of all that's Wanda comes crashing down too.

But she never does. Wanda takes you higher and higher with no lows in sight.

People are usually happy about such love, aren't they?

"Wanda, I need more," you beg her. "I can't—we can't keep going on like this. It's not good for us. How we are...I wanna grow old together."

But Wanda just stares at you like she always does.

Focused. Manic. Obsessed. Hers.

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Now

This is what it looks like for Wanda to crash—for her wave to break down her wall.

It's ugly.

Nothing like the first date butterflies at all.

Mascara stains. Despondent. Anger. Constricted pupils.

Still, the obsession lingers. Maybe that's all Wanda is ever truly capable of.

You turn your attention away from her and back to your metal casket. You wonder if Wanda hates it—not being able to see you.

The night seems to finally come to an end as it does every night. Wanda crawls towards the welded metal, a hesitant hand out before touching it.

"We don't have to grow old at all," Wanda says quietly. "Growing old means one day, things will end—and I told you I'd never let things end."

Wanda strokes the surface softly, your ring clanking against it softly. "We'll try again. We'll try as many times as it takes until we're perfect. We're so close, honey," she sighs before the corner of her lip quirks slightly upwards. "With the amount of times I've gotten to know you, maybe you'll praise me if I can sweep you off your feet and get you to marry me in three months."

With a kiss goodnight to the cold metal, Wanda gets up and silently leaves the room, leaving you with the looming shroud of metal.

The house is always the same. The smell of cinnamon and baked goods never goes away because you think it comes from the many times before. You weren't wrong when you said it was unlike you to ever fall quickly—a few lifetimes could never constitute as fast.

You never remember much, but you never remember dying or ever seeing this casket.

You wonder if you can convince her this time to grow old with you.

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[missmonsters2]

👀 for the Halloween drabbles what about wanda x reader going through a haunted house but r is absolutely TERRIFIED of anything horror and is just latched onto Wanda's arm the whole time and it either leads to a confession or is already established. either works. I'm just starving for spooky fluff 🥴

I hope you enjoy this because your reblogs are always <3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Wanda is such an asshole LOL

Count: <1k

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"Wanda, this is an ACTUAL haunted house."

"You don't know that for sure."

You looked over at your girlfriend. The thought of perhaps strangling her would be the only way you were getting out of this.

"When you said haunted house, I assumed you meant the carnival," you sighed.

"You're the one who kept insisting nothing scares you. There's no way I would take you to a simple fake haunted house," Wanda rebutted.

"So, you admit this place is actually haunted," you accused.

Wanda made a motion of zipping her mouth.

"I'm not going in," you shook your head.

"Then you're admitting you ARE scared then," Wanda looked positively gleeful.

"Yes—of death!" You threw your hands up in an exasperated manner. "Which is exactly what will happen to us if we go through this house."

"Scared you might see a real ghost?" Wanda waggled her brows.

"I'm scared of the structural integrity of this house," your voice deadpanned.

"Either we're going through this house or you're admitting you're scared and I win the bet," Wanda sternly said, signaling that she wouldn't be debating the conversation anymore.

God, your girlfriend was so obstinate.

"Fine," you gritted out.

The notion of everything being a mistake becomes more prominent as you walk through the dark and strangely damp house. It was a mistake to get cocky with Wanda while drinking with her the other night.

Why had you insisted you weren't terrified of things like haunted houses or ghosts?

You thought it may be because Wanda looked like such an asshole when she was smug.

You gripped her hand tightly.

"You scared, miláčik?"

You didn't need any light to know Wanda was smirking.

"No, just wouldn't want you to wander off and die if your foot fell through this rotting floor wood," you tried to say casually.

It felt the house was expanding and contracting, a strange breeze flowing through despite no windows being opened or broken.

Why they haven't torn this building down, you'll never know why.

Pitter, pitter, pitter.

"Did you hear that?" You asked Wanda suddenly.

"Hear what?" Wanda said offhandedly as she swung both your hands back and forth.

"The footsteps upstairs!" You hissed.

Wanda hummed. "No? I mean, it's kind of hard to hear anything when you're cutting off the circulation in my hand, miláčik."

"What would that have anything to do with your ears?" You asked in disbelief.

"I'm using all my focus to make sure I'll have fingers after this. They're quite useful to me...and to you," she smirked.

You wanted to tell Wanda she was the worst and that you hated her, but you bit on your tongue as you powered through. You just needed to do a walkthrough upstairs, and it'd be over.

It would be so worth it when it was over.

Wanda's phone buzzed in her pocket as the two of you walked, and she let go of your hand to check and answer the text. You tried to walk closer to her as she dawdled.

You turned your head to look at the walls as you passed. So many portraits of the previous tenants still hung on the wall. There were a lot of family photos as well. You wondered why they hadn't taken these with them.

Or did they not take the photos because they couldn't. Because they died. In this house.

This was so fucking miserable.

"Wanda?" You whispered but turned your head to find her rounding the corner. "Wanda," you called again as you picked up your pace.

You turned the corner and—

"BOO!"

"AHHHhhHHHHH!"

You screeched, your whole body freezing and jolting. You felt your heart pound painfully in your chest as it began to race. Your blood was pounding in your ears.

Wanda burst into a fit of giggles, slapping her hand over her mouth.

"Oh my—I'm so sorry," Wanda's shoulders were shaking with laughter. "But you're totally petrified, miláčik. I'm definitely the winner."

You raised your hand to your chest, taking deep breaths. "You're literally the fucking worst!" You glared at her. "God, I wish you'd fall through the rotting wood."

Wanda dropped her hand, her lips still pressed together as she tried to compose herself. She took a step forward and wrapped her arms around you.

"I'm really sorry," Wanda pressed a kiss to your jaw. You hated that her lips felt extra warm in this cold house. "C'mon. Let's get out of here and I'll make it up to you at home, okay?"

You scrunch your nose, half-curling your lip at her but didn't protest as she took your hand tightly and began to lead you out.

"You're awful." You muttered forlornly as you made it down the steps, just a couple feet away from the door. "You really wanna be on top that bad tonight?"

Wanda chuckled. "I have plans for you, miláčik. None of which can be done when I'm underneath you. Also, I really want to watch more FRIENDS after."

You groaned, thinking about how your girlfriend's toxic trait was watching FRIENDS too many times.

"Whatever," you sighed as you finally exited the house. "At least we're done with this place. It's really weird how they kept all the portraits in the house when the house is so worn down."

Wanda stopped as she looked at you with her brows furrowed and a frown. "What are you talking about? There weren't any photos in the house."

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[missmonsters2]

vampire!wandabucky get caught stealing bloog bags from the hospital by nurse!reader 💉👀

another pair I would die to be with. Pls bite me

Pairing: WandaBucky x Fem!Reader (Vampire AU)

Warnings: a lil spicy

Count: < 1k

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You stared at the CTV security cameras with wide eyes. You couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Two people had broken in without setting off the alarm. They actually broke off the lock that secured the blood bags.

You have seen situations like this before. There had been a sickly patient with a rare blood disease that needed regular transfusions but couldn't afford it.

But this—

You watched as the man and woman bit into the blood bags and drained them. You felt nauseous just looking. You weren't even supposed to be here. You had only come back because you had forgotten your phone, and as you passed by the security screens, the break-in happened.

All you needed to do was leave quietly. You had already pressed the panic button as soon as they broke in. All you had to do was wait for the police cars to arrive any minute now.

As you got up quietly and tried to walk towards the exit, you turned your head back, paranoid that someone was behind you.

But then you walked into a wheelchair and knocked it over.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

You quickly stumbled to the nearest supply closet and hid in it with the lights off. The smell of bleach lingered in the air, and you closed your eyes as your heart pounded.

You tried to breathe quietly and slowly.

You heard the footsteps first before the voices, muffled at first until it came closer to the door.

"The schedule said it was going to be empty at this hour. How was I supposed to know someone would come back?" A man's voice said.

"Shh."

It became silent, and you felt your heart skyrocketing as you clenched your hands into fists.

The footsteps came closer to your door until the hand was on the doorknob.

You could hear the slow turning of it even if you couldn't see it.

The doorknob turned all the way, clicking open. You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes.

Suddenly, sirens were approaching quickly.

The doorknob was released as it turned back in place.

You partially released your breath and waited until the door was opened again but by the police this time.

There had been no sign of anyone in the hospital. The security cameras and the footage were destroyed. Still, it was evident that the blood bags had been broken into—empty bags on the floor.

You went home that night, exhausted and anxious.

You entered through your door, taking off your shoes before turning on the lights.

"There's our little peeping tom."

You jolted as you looked up and saw the man and woman earlier on your couch. The woman was smirking at you while the man had his eyes narrowed.

"You were lucky earlier but I wouldn't bank on anyone interrupting you now," the woman quirked her brow. "What should we do with her, Buck?"

The man stared at you, frowning. "Eat her?"

Your heart stopped in your chest.

"Don't tease her like that, Bucky," the woman glared at him before she looked at you. "We don't eat people. At least not anymore."

"What do you suggest we do with her then, Wanda?" Bucky rolled his eyes.

Wanda's eyes freely roamed your figure.

"This is the pretty nurse you were talking about, weren't you?" Wanda talked to him as if you weren't there. "Why are you all grumpy now?"

"Because we got caught!" Bucky scowled as he looked at you. You tried not to jump.

"Well," Wanda grinned. "Maybe we could see if our pretty nurse can keep secrets and make a deal with us. What do you think, miláčik?"

You had no idea what Wanda just called you, but you nodded.

"I...I can keep a secret," your lips trembled, and it wasn't convincing, but you'd keep any secret if it meant they didn't eat you. They were hot, but not I'd-let-you-kill-me hot.

"See, Bucky?" Wanda looked over at him. "Now maybe we could have someone help us get what we need instead of breaking into places all the time."

You had to think quickly. "I can get the schedule for blood shipments from smaller clinics and request them."

"You'd do that?" Bucky narrowed his eyes at you, suspicious.

"You wouldn't believe how much blood gets disposed of because they expire. Better that they get used any way they can," you chuckled, still nervous as you pinched the side of your pants.

Bucky didn't say anything else as he continued to stare. Until he finally said, "I still think we should eat her."

"Bucky—" Wanda started to say exasperatedly.

"In a way I think she'd like it too," Bucky smirked, and Wanda bit her lip, trying to hide her excited grin. "What do you think, doll? Want to give us a taste of you? Promise we won't bite."

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[missmonsters2]

Omg babes, you’re back! Can I have 28 please? With anyone, I’m not picky 😘 - thewitchandtheassassin

"Because I love you."

This prompt just screams angst to me, but I have refrained because I am a good person LMAO I flipped a coin, and we got Wanda. ily babes 💖💖💖 @thewitchandtheassassin (bro I'm pretty proud of this drabble don't sleep on it LOL)

Count: ~1k

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Wanda was doing last-minute checks to make sure everything was perfect.

It was Saturday, and Saturdays were dedicated to documentary nights with you. It was a club—sort of. If you could count a club that only consisted of two people.

It was simple. The two of you had hectic schedules, but the two of you would decide on a documentary during the week and then meet up on Sundays to discuss the said documentary.

She had a sauce simmering on the stove before she heard the doorbell ring. Wiping her hands on a hand towel, Wanda rushed off to open the door to find you grinning at her.

"I brought wine," you hold up the bottle for Wanda to see.

You looked good—delectable even. Wanda felt her mouth dry.

"Oh," you moan. "What's the smell? Please tell me you're not making the special bread dip because I'm going to gain massive weight because of you at this rate."

Wanda chuckles as she lets you in. "I could but then I'd be lying."

The two of you make your way into her kitchen, and you see a fresh loaf of bread sitting on the counter.

"I feel bad that you're always making something delicious and I show up with just wine," you tell her before you hop up onto the counter.

"It's good wine in your defence," Wanda smiles at you.

You're cutting the loaf into slices as you swing your legs a little. Wanda grabs two wine glasses as passes them to you. You pour a generous amount for you both and clink drinks before taking a sip.

"Mm," you hum. "It is good. Natasha recommended it to me."

"Oh?" Wanda half-heartedly hums. "Tell her it's good."

Wanda goes back to stirring the sauce. God, she really wishes you would just wake up and realize that she was in love with you, and then you would realize you were in love with her.

"Here," Wanda scoops up on sauce on the wooden spoon, blowing it to cool down before she offers it to you.

You grab her hand gently and sip some of it.

"Missing anything?" Wanda asks.

You hum before Wanda takes a taste from the same spot you just put your mouth on.

You blink.

"Er, just a little more salt," you tell her.

Suddenly, you're launching into a full spiel about the documentary this week. You talk all about your thoughts and opinions on it while Wanda just stares at you.

Wanda absently thinks about the fairy lights she hung up and the candles around the place to set the mood. She thinks about the countless times she's done it every week and agonizes over what you might like to eat Saturday night.

Wanda thinks about how she occupies the most sociable night of the week with you, and she's been seducing you for weeks now, and you haven't even blinked twice.

The hints she's been sending might as well been a giant billboard that she's in love with you. She feeds you food, she touches you softly and intimately, and you just smile at her like she's your next-door neighbour.

"Hey," Wanda finally says. "Do you ever think it's weird that it's just the two of us in our little documentary club?"

You're broken out of your long speech as you peer at Wanda.

"Well, I guess not many people are into documentaries...I mean, we watch some really weird ones, so it would be hard to find someone else that would want to watch and discuss them." You blink at Wanda. "Did you want to try to invite more people? I guess we can't really have in-depth conversations when it's just the two of us having discussions..."

Wanda bites her bottom lip and tries again. "Why do you insist on coming here every Saturday? You come here with wine and we eat some kind of dinner together before we sit on my balcony and discuss the documentary for maybe an hour but you stay much longer."

You're taken aback. Hurt and embarrassment fill your eyes, and you try to steady yourself.

"Oh, um," you stutter. "Am I overstaying my welcome? I didn't realize it was inconveniencing you. We could—just text each other our thoughts. Or—we could limit it to just an hour."

Wanda sighs as she turns off the stove to prevent the sauce from burning.

"That's not what I'm saying," Wanda tells you. "I just...if you don't think you'll ever have feelings for me, you don't have to pity me and come every Saturday night."

"Feelings?" You blink rapidly.

Wanda nods.

"Isn't it obvious?" Wanda raises her brow at you. "I've been trying to romance you. I've been taking it really slow because...well, I thought you needed more time to see that I wasn't—evil."

It's been one year and three months since the Ultron incident.

You're gnawing on your lip.

"So...all this," you wave your hand at her house. The lights, the candles, the food. "You're trying to...romance me?"

Wanda nods.

"Why?" You blush.

"Because I love you."

Wanda says it so matter-of-factly you think you were going to faint.

Now you're even more embarrassed.

"I didn't realize you were trying romance at me," you pick at the lint on your pants, your cheeks hot. "I thought that's what you did with everyone. I—didn't want to assume. I didn't ever think you were evil. I do—like you."

Wanda narrows her eyes at you. "You think I hand-feed Steve food, or give foot rubs to Clint, and take Natasha horseback riding to go apple picking to make pies?"

Oh, god, you were an absolute fucking moron.

Wanda sighs before she turns on the stove again to simmer the sauce for a couple of more minutes.

This was her own fault. She should've plucked the courage to be more forward.

The kitchen is silent again, and you take it as documentary nights will get to continue as they were. You were just now aware that—

"I'm romancing you right now, by the way."

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