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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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Saw you open your request for a day so can I have mommywanda dry humping femreader?

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PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 662

WARNINGS: smut, dry humping, mommy (W), leashes, pet play, collars, overstimulation, edging, tribbing,

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“C’mon, baby, give me one more.” The leash tugged at your neck, the woman on the other side smirking as she moaned, giggling at the response she was met with. Your cheeks were red, almost as dark as her hair. Your mouth held a small dribble of drool and your hands gripped onto her thighs hesitantly, only letting you release a sigh of relief when she didn’t push you off. The coil in your stomach burned as you watched your girlfriend, her clit rubbing against your nipple as she rode your perky breasts.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long. You’ve practically been begging me with those- those doe eyes, and that…fuckable fucking face.” She groaned out, gripping the headboard behind you with a strength that made you whimper.

“Oh, you like that? Yeah? Does my little puppy like being a good pet and making Mommy happy?” You nodded, sniffling quietly. She used her thumb to wipe the tears away, the leather of the leash teasing your skin in a taunting manner.

“Does Mommy taste good, hm? Mhm, such a good slut for me.” Her panties restricted your speech, causing you to lose all sense as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. She didn’t care, she preferred you like this, that way she could have complete control over your mind and body.

“Mhm,” You mumbled, but you both knew that even if you had the ability to speak, you’d continue to struggle forming a true, thought-out sentence.

Her chest heaved in pleasure, her pants coming out quickly as each thrust of her hips brought further pressure on the growing release her body begged to let out. She suddenly rose, bringing herself to straddle either side of your shoulders and settling her bare cunt on your face. You expected her to remove the article of clothing from your pained jaw, but she left it.

Her movements began once again, your nose becoming a pulse point as she humped tiredly. Her head lolled back, a grin making its way to her face as she licked her lips.

“I bet you wish you could fuck Mommy, don’t you?” Her words came slowed, her stutter evident as she struggled to remain domineering. When you nodded once again, it brought a new wave of arousal to her. Her puddle of wetness soaked your face, and anyone from miles away would be able to hear the gutterful moans and the juices from her sopping heat. It was unbearable, yet she had continued this until now when she was reaching the peak of her fifth orgasm. You were lacked any, but she didn’t care. She was selfish, greedy even. But you loved it, you loved every bit of it.

“You ready for my cum? Shit, I’m so fucking close! Ugh, just like that!” She practically yelled, and you felt waves of her liquids spraying your face, and you quickly had to squeeze your legs in order to prevent your lowering hand. She tugged your leash harshly, and shook as your nose dug deeper into her hole, then ran against her hardened bud, and then repeated.

Her hold on the headboard loosened, and she led her palm to her breasts that cried for attention. You watched with hooded eyes, smiling to yourself as you admired her beauty. You held such gratitude for being able to see her in this glory, and you were only happier to know you were the only one to do so.

“I love you, little puppy. Mommy loves you so much, that will never stop.” You grinned, coughing slightly as she removed the slick-covered panties from your mouth. Your jaw relaxed, and it felt like relief coursed through you

“I love you too, Mommy. Can- can I cum now…please?” She chuckled, shaking her head as if you were absurd. You didn’t believe you were, but now you felt as though that was changing.

“Oh, puppy, who said I was done?”

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nats-firefly · 9 months

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august

wanda maximoff x reader

summary: You and Wanda have been sneaking around for the better part of a year. You went on a mission together for the entirety of the month of August, and you never needed anything more. But is what you have enough?

warnings: angst, cheating (wanda cheats on vision with r), suggestive language, not explicit smut but as always 18+ only

a/n: repost from old blog (twilight-99-tm), i might do this every once in a while, let me know if you want any specific ones to be reposted

🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩

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You looked down at your cereal, unable to raise your eyes to the perfect couple in front of you. You could feel Wanda and Vision were stuck looking into each other’s eyes, you didn’t need to see it to believe it. You didn’t need to remember that just a couple weeks ago, she’d been looking at you the same way.

“Do you ever think about quitting?” Wanda asked as you looked up at her, resting your chin on your crossed arms over her chest. You hummed as her fingers brushed over the naked skin on your back. Sending goosebumps over your skin as the late August breeze came through the window.

“Not really,” You said, as she locked eyes with you. “Why do you ask?”

“I get that we’re supposed to be helping people and we do,” She said, taking one of her hands from under her own head and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “But sometimes I just wish I could just go to a beach somewhere and relax.”

“Kind of like we’re doing now?” You asked with a giggle.

“We’re in the middle of a mission,” She answered, rolling her eyes, a light laughter erupting.

“But we are in a beach house,” You said, running your hands down the sides of her naked chest and starting to kiss a trail up her torso to her neck. “And up until a few minutes ago, I’d say you were pretty relaxed.”

She laughed as her hands found the back of your neck, pulling you up so your lips were just brushing against each other. You looked into her eyes, her pupils dilating just as yours did the same. Your lips collided as your bodies tangled further into the sheets, the moonlight entered through the curtains and you could taste the salt in the air, this was everything you needed.

That had been the best mission you had ever been on. No doubt. Unable to stomach this any longer, you got up from the table, your chair scrapping against the floor. Nobody seemed to notice how heartbroken the scene on front of you made you feel, but you had to tough it out. She is with Vision, you knew she wouldn’t leave him, you were dumb to think that she would.

The heavy silence in the quinjet hung over the two of you as you were making your way back to New York. Neither of you wanted to say anything. You didn’t want to face the fact whatever you had with Wanda over the past month was coming to an end, she didn’t want to face the fact she cheated on the love of her life.

You knew she was working up the courage to say something, but Wanda didn’t want this to end. She felt conflicted, panic rising inside her head the closer you got to New York. Even though you were on autopilot, your eyes stayed glued on the controls and the endless sky in front of you, anything to keep them off the gorgeous woman sitting next to you.

“Y/N…” Wanda started but trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t,” You mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s stay in this moment a little longer.”

“Why?” She asked.

“Because the second you say something,” You said, heart breaking at every word. “This will end, and you’ll go back to him.”

“Y/N,” She said, taking your hand from the controls and forcing your chair to swivel towards hers, her other hand cupping your cheek. You instinctively leaned into her touch. Wanda’s words were caught in her throat. She didn’t know what to say, her heart split. But her silence spoke louder than any words would. You knew you were right. You leaned away from her touch, turning back to face the sky.

“I can’t leave him,” She said averting her eyes form your face, but not before seeing your wince at her words. Your chest tightened.

“Why not?” You said, jaw clenching. “You can’t tell me this past month, hell this past year, hasn’t meant anything to you.”

“Y/N, I love him,” She whispered, her voice cracking. “I don’t feel that way-”

“Don’t tell me you don’t feel that way about me,” Your voice was cold, the anger behind them rising with every word you said. “I’m the one who comforts you when you’ve had a bad day, I’m the one who’s always on your side, the one you think about when you close your eyes at night, I know because you talk in your sleep. I’m the one whose name you scream when you can’t catch your breath. Don’t tell me you don’t feel that way about me.”

“I want you, Y/N,” She said, turning your chair to look at her once again. She was standing in front of you now, her hand cupping your cheek, forcing you to look up at her.

“But you love him,” You said.

“But I want you,” She repeated. “Isn’t that enough?”

Her lips touched yours in a soft and tender kiss, her forehead resting against yours as she looked into your eyes. You would take anything you could get. Anything she could give you was enough.

“Wanting is enough,” You said, tilting your head to connect your lips once again. You felt her smile through your kiss, Wanda knew she loved you, she’s known she loved you from the first time you helped her fall asleep after a nightmare, but she also loved Vision. This only made things hurt more.

You placed you cereal bowl in the sink, when you turned back around, your eyes went straight to Wanda who was still preoccupied with Vision, her nose scrunching at something he said. You felt the hot anger erupt, rising from your chest to the tip of your ears. You clenched your jaw and started making your way down to the gym, deciding to burn off this anger.

“We have to stop doing this,” Wanda said, panting underneath you as you came up from under the blanket, to kiss her lips.

“Why?” You said, looking into her eyes. Even in the dark room, you could see her pupils change size as she ran her thumb over your cheekbone. You turned you head into her hand, kissing her palm.

“I can’t keep doing this to him,” She said, her hand dropping from your face, as you propped your head up on your hand, laying on your side to face her. Her eyes were stuck on the ceiling.

“Then stop,” You said nonchalantly. Her eyes filled with tears and she blinked them away, turning her head to you. And you knew. “This is the last time isn’t it?”

Her hand made its way onto your cheek once more, but you flinched away, getting out of bed and putting your clothes back on. You heard her call you name quietly as you made you way down the dark hallway.

You loved her, she loved him.

You delivered blow after blow on the suspended boxing bag. The anger slowly dissipating as you started sweating. You kept punching the bag, feeling relief after each blow. The relief slowly turned into a heavy feeling pressing down on your chest, squeezing your lungs so tight your breath started coming out more ragged than necessary.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a sob shuddered through your body. Your punches kept getting stronger, and the pressure kept building as more tears streamed down your cheeks. Your body shook as you moved towards the bag, punching it faster and faster.

You hugged the sandbag as it swung towards you, causing you to stumble backwards, sobs still raking through your body. Your legs gave out as you slumped onto the floor, head hanging low as more tears dropped onto the mat.

The way Wanda lovingly looked into Vision’s eyes frozen in your head. You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to get the image out of your head.

But the only thing slipping away were the distant memories of Wanda’s body against yours, tangled between blankets as the late summer breeze wafted in through the windows.

You loved her, and you couldn’t do anything about it. You felt like you lost something that was part of you.

So you sat there, your breathing returning to normal, as your cheeks started to dry.

She wasn’t yours to lose.

She never was.

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writing-house-of-m · 10 months

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Addiction

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Talks of drinking and drugs. Sexual themes but nothing completely explicit. Toxic relationship. Manipulation. Cheating.

Word count: 3159

Summary: You can't stop yourself from falling under Wanda's spell

A/N: I thought of this when I heard the line "There's something about the way you look tonight" from the song Billie Bossa Nova by Billie Eilish. I actually didn't realise how similar this was to the song until I listened to it again then tweaked it to fit the song a bit more. Also, this is very different to what I usually write so I'd appreciate any comments letting me know what you think. As always, enjoy!

CHECK THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT MEDIA YOU CONSUME

These parties were becoming more and more of a nuisance with how often you were being forced to attend them.

There was no point in you being here.

Happy people having fun, you would roll your eyes more if you could.

A final space is waiting at the bar as if it is reserved for you. Taking the seat you order a drink then look around. Seeing the different groups of people chatting away does nothing to help you. You really do not want to be here.

You turn your back on the excited murmur, trying to drown it all out whilst waiting for your drink. You wish you could have ordered something stronger, anything to cover up the bitterness in your mouth. The gum in your mouth now feels like you are chewing on plastic. It is just something to distract you anyway.

When the bartender places your drink in front of you, you immediately take a sip. The ice in your glass clinks against the edges when you turn in your seat to look at the crowd of people that fill the room once more.

Pretentious is one word to describe them. People who want nothing more than to look important. Elite. When really everybody is just as scared as the next person to lose their deluxe lifestyle.

Not long later your head turns to the entrance when two people arrive. Your gaze moves along with them as they walk into the venue, arm in arm, greeting different people as they pass. The 'perfect' couple.

It makes you sick but when you try to pull your eyes away you can't. There is something about the way she looks tonight. She always did look good in red.

It isn't as strong as it can be but she will always have you under her spell. Your attention is drawn away when a hand brushes her cheek. A hand that isn't yours. No. It is from the one she chose in place of you.

The action is enough to get you to look away as if someone has thrown poison in your eyes.

You take another sip of your drink and just as you expected it does nothing to calm you. It is like there is no taste. All that is left in your mouth is a sourness since she left you.

The woman who haunts your dreams isn't yours anymore. These stupid parties are an additional reminder of that. It is bad enough you have to see them every day around the compound together.

You can't even look him in the eye. Your mind is filled with thoughts you shouldn't have about her anymore.

It's not your fault you know what she looks like under that dress. The intoxicating sounds she makes when you press all the right buttons. How sweet she tastes. Everything is dull in comparison.

You miss being able to steal that nectar from her lips at random times of the day. It has changed your pallet forever. Nothing will ever compare, no matter how hard you try to replace it.

The weight on your chest, that was supposed to get lighter with time, just gets heavier. Guilt always lingering in the back of your mind.

A sarcastic voice pulls you out before you can spiral any further, "And here I thought you would be pouting." Natasha. Always there to make you realise how childish you are behaving.

Natasha was the biggest advocate for you and Wanda. She still hopes one day you will reconcile, even with that walking toaster in the way.

You clench your jaw, a probable gloomy look resting on your face as you let out a sigh and look down at the glass leaving your hands damp with condensation.

"Please don't, Nat," you try to push her away. Knowing your friend though, this was long from over.

"What? I just came over to see if you wanted to dance," she says casually but you know there is a reason for it.

Your eyes fall to the dance floor. Wanda's arms are wrapped around the wrong person. She looks happy, a slight blush on her cheeks that makes her look youthful. You can't help but feel jealous. She used to look at you like that.

The weight on your chest grows heavier. You knew you wouldn't make it through tonight. It's why you didn't want to come but 'appearances need to be upheld'. Who are you to not meet Tony's demands? He has given you a place to live after all.

"No." It comes out a little more aggressively than you want it to but you know Nat won't take it personally.

"Ouch," she feigns hurt, "Is this how you treat a lady that wants you?"

A scoff leaves your lips and you smile a little at the joke, deciding to reciprocate, "I'll let you know when a lady approaches me," you smirk.

Natasha chuckles, glad for the win to get you out of your head, even if it is just for a second.

"You know how Steve feels about gum at these functions," she says, extending her arm, a napkin resting in the palm of her hand for you to spit out the flavorless substance into.

As Natasha scrunches the paper into a ball leaving it on the bar top you explain, "It distracts me from wanting to put a 'death stick' in my mouth."

"Well, I could always distract you if that's what you wanted," she flirts with an eyebrow raised.

You shake your head at her antics. A small smile is on your face as you look down into your drink. There are darker shade spots on your pants from where droplets of water have rolled off your glass.

Natasha takes the tumbler from your hand and places it next to the discarded napkin. She then pulls you from your seat, "Come on. Dance with me."

You let her guide you, keeping your eyes to the ground so you don't see the green ones you used to wake up to.

When you make it to the crowded floor Natasha places your hand on her waist, the other one following shortly after as she wraps hers behind you, drawing you in and resting her head against your chest.

It's a slow song so Natasha stays close to you, unbeknownst to you she is keeping an eye out for Wanda.

Getting bored of looking at the ground you close your eyes and take in the warmth that Natasha provides with her closeness. The comforting press of her chest against you, her shampoo invading your nostrils, soothing as you sway lightly to the soft music. You were never good at dancing but this, you could do.

It must be a few songs later because the people who surround you are different to those who were there when you first arrived.

There is a misstep on your part and you bump into someone, an automatic 'sorry' falls from your lips before you see who it is.

"It's okay," Wanda smiles at you and you almost forget how to breathe. You shouldn't be here. You have been doing so well breaking old habits.

Natasha links her arm in yours standing next to you as you avert your eyes, clearing your throat. You can't look at either of them, especially the android. The bitter taste you are so familiar with makes itself known at the back of your throat.

Vision and Wanda exchange a few words of greeting with you and Nat before Vision looks in the distance. He then excuses himself saying Tony was calling him over.

The habit of you trying to stop clenching your teeth is really being tested right now, you can't help yourself so you give in to the action. Especially when Natasha decides to play wingwoman, excusing herself next and telling you to dance with Wanda now that you were both alone.

This is not what you needed. All your hard work is about to come crumbling down and you know it.

Natasha often talks about how good you are for one another and how she wants to see the two of you flourish once more.

If only she knew.

All you want to do is run away. Get as far away from Wanda as possible but old habits die hard. The smell of her perfume and inviting smile doing nothing to help your resolve.

Wanda takes her position, arms around your neck. Your hands rest on her waist keeping her at, a literal, arms length away. You fall into step with the music, this is all a familiar well rehearsed dance between you two.

She tries to hold your eye contact but you look behind her, "I saw you by the bar, but you don't smell like your usual order," Wanda analyses. "You stopped smoking too?" She adds inquisitively. Your reply comes as a slow nod, still looking at a random spot in the distance behind the band not wanting to get hooked by her gaze.

"You're doing better than you ever did when we were together, malysh," your jaw clenches hard. Whether it is because of accusation or the pet name, you are not sure.

Wanda can feel how tense you are. Your shoulders are practically up to your ears so she strokes the back of your hair, fingernails lightly scratching the sensitive area.

"Just relax," she whispers, making you exhale slowly. Her actions and warm breath fanning over your face makes you do just that, your eyelids falling slowly, shoulders dropping evidently, "That's it baby, it's just you and me."

She pulls you closer so she can whisper directly in your ear. Her words calm you down unlike any drink or narcotic you've consumed before.

Her voice is soothing, so much so that you are under her spell once more. She has never needed to use her powers to have you under her control. You were always weak whenever it came to Wanda. "Let's get out of here," your head bobs up and down, slowly agreeing to her command. You allow yourself to get pulled along by her, out on to a private balcony.

It is like you are on autopilot, turning into the character she likes you to be. You just want to make her happy after all.

Wanda rounds a corner where you both know nobody inside will be able to see the two of you. Facing you she walks backwards, holding onto your jacket. She leans against the wall pulling you closer. One of your hands holds your weight beside her head as the other goes to squeeze her waist.

Wanda pulls you by your collar to close the distance. Your lips were always much better at dancing, especially against hers.

It wasn't always like this. You were heartbroken when she left you, you still are heartbroken, and you know it's wrong because she is with Vision now. But you still crave her. She is an addiction you cannot break. So you will take whatever she gives you - the best and worst kind of torture.

Heat travels up your neck, filling your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Your senses are overtaken by Wanda. Her sweet taste invades your mouth, her nails scratching your scalp as she holds onto you tighter when the kiss gets rougher.

You press your body against her tightly, your hands finding the bottom of her dress pulling it up. Her heavy breathing is interrupted by a gasp as the cool air hits her warm skin. You take this as the perfect moment to move your kisses to her neck and lift her so her legs are wrapped around you. That is when Wanda feels the bulge in your pants.

"I hope you weren't thinking of anyone else but me, malysh," she says between breaths.

There is an innocent pout on her face when you look at her and mindlessly reply, "Only you."

Your lips land on Wanda's as she tries to rub herself against you but you hold her still, pressing her against the wall even more, making her grunt in frustration when she can feel the hardness pressing into her. "I need more," she exasperates.

You roll your hips with hers, giving her the smallest bit of satisfaction for a moment, making her moan loudly. "Please sweetheart. I need you, you know what I like," she holds your jaw roughly, nails digging into your skin. "No one can fuck me like you do."

Her words almost make you lose all of the self control you still have left, but you come to your senses when a cold gust of wind hits you, making you remember where you are. "Not here," you whisper. You then leave a trail of kisses along her jaw finishing with a peck on her lips.

You let her down and keep out of sight as you walk hastily to get to your room. Wanda smirks, biting her lip when you make it to the elevator. She pushes you against the far wall then attacks your lips and neck. Unbuttoning your shirt to leave a mark or two on your collar bone. You don't get the same privilege.

No one can know.

When you finally make it to your floor, you enter your room only wanting to make Wanda feel good. The little voice in the back of your mind reminding you she is no longer yours is forgotten as your rendezvous continues.

…

Wanda sleeps against you. The sound of her light breathing filling the air.

Her warmth and having her tangled in your sheets comes at the cost of your sanity. To you it is but a small price to pay.

No one knows about this and it has to stay that way.

You can't even tell Nat. She understands why Wanda initially broke up with you but now that you were doing better she has hoped you would have reconciled if not for Vision.

You try to take in the peace of the night. You try not to think about the guilt that lingers after you fall into bed with each other. You try not to think about the fact that Wanda will have already disappeared by the time you wake up in the morning. You try not to think about the rehearsed repeated lie you tell Nat when she asks where you disappeared to before the night ended.

The woman in your arms will always be the love of your life. She will always take advantage of you because she knows she can and you will do whatever you can to get whatever crumbs she will give you.

…

Falling to sleep always came easier when she was in your arms. You stir awake when you can no longer feel the comfortable weight on your chest.

Lifting your head, you are confused when you see her almost out of bed, "Wanda?" You ask groggily, reaching for her wrist.

There is no reply but your mind catches up, it is the time of the night where she leaves you for the arms of another. You let out a sigh and drop your head into the plush pillow whispering, "Stay."

"Go back to sleep, Y/n," Wanda lays next to you, stroking your hair. "You know I have to go."

"Please stay," your voice is barely audible because of the tight knot that has presented itself in your throat.

You don't mean to sound so desperate but you are tired and far too broken to pretend that you are okay.

Wanda wraps her arms around you as she continues to stroke your hair. She shushes you and whispers sweet words in your ear as your face presses against her bare chest.

It doesn't take long for you to fall into the depths of slumber once more.

The next time you wake up, Wanda is gone. The once warm sheets are now cold, holding another secret which costs you a piece of yourself.

The bitter taste has returned to your mouth once more as you get up to start your day.

It is long before most people will be getting up considering the party the night before. You pick out a loose t-shirt and some sweats so you can take advantage of the empty kitchen before anyone else gets up.

You start up the coffee machine and wait for it to heat, trying to find peace in this quiet morning. Just like all good things, it comes to an end, "Morning stranger," you hear the husky voice of your friend.

You try not to roll your eyes, knowing she would have some way of knowing even without seeing your face, "Looks like someone had some fun," Natasha says pointing out the marks on your neck. "What was her name?"

After you pour two mugs of the hot beverage you turn to face her with a tight-lipped smile, "Distraction," taking a small sip after.

The coffee is not strong enough to cover the distaste in your mouth.

"Okay, fine. Don't tell me," she says as she gets closer. "But I am glad you had some fun," Natasha says, rounding the island to pick up the mug you left for her.

You raise an eyebrow, "Don't I always?" Which Natasha scoffs at. "If you don't mind, I'm going to finish this in my room before our training."

As you walk back you hear a door open and close, figuring it will be Steve, you don't look up until you recognise the two voices.

You divert your attention from Vision as soon as you make contact with his synthetic blue eyes, your sluggish steps never stopping. The guilt creeps up the back of your throat, so you do your best to clear it.

Vision greets you first, "Good morning, agent Y/l/n." Who is followed by Wanda giving you a sweet smile, "Morning Y/n."

"Morning," you manage to get out as you brush past them. You make it to your room and swiftly close the door behind you.

Placing your coffee down on your desk, you lean over it taking a deep breath. Hot tears threaten to fall but you try with everything you have to push them down and control your breathing.

The lies are easy, you have always been good at telling them - when the drinking became too much and you were out getting whatever you could get your hands on to dull the ache that comes with being an Avenger, the lies would easily spill from your lips. It's keeping up the act that is the difficult part.

You know you shouldn't but you think about the inevitable; falling back into bed with Wanda again. You could call it an obsession at this point.

You just wish you were stronger, to be able to stay away from her but you know it is impossible. Because you are an addict and you will indulge for as long as she will let you.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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I have to find my girl.. Scarlet witch! Hi I would absolutely love a scarlet witch fic where the reader female gets lost in the multi verse or something I just wanna see her rip apart everything for her haha!

𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (gender neutral) Reader

summary: reader was thrown into the multiverse by Kang, but Wanda is willing to rip right through it to get them back

warnings: angst, mentions of violence and murder

You try to keep your voice steady, even as your entire body waivers with emotion. Joy at the woman you love finding you again. Terror at what she had become, at what she had done to get here.

“I tore through worlds for you” Wanda seethes. “I ripped right through the multiverse just to get to you!”

You’re almost frightened by her tone. Her voice and her body is shaky with a barely contained rage.

“I know” you try stay calm but there’s an edge of fear lacing your tone. “But look at what you did in the process” you plead. “You hurt people. You killed people Wanda.”

Wanda smiles, a sad and somehow sinister smile; it frightened you.

“I only did what I needed to to get to you, my love” her eyes are wild as she attempts to reach for you.

But you take a step back, her tainted fingertips landing on nothing as you duck from her grasp. She see the flinch that rolls through your body, the pure fear in your eyes as you look at her. Wanda’s eyes grow larger and you can start to see the realisation seep into her system.

“You’re afraid of me?” She whispers with a croak.

“I’m afraid of what the darkhold has done to you” you breathe shakily.

More tears stream down her cheeks as she looks at you in despair. The next thing you know Wanda is falling to her knees in front of you, a sob wracking through her chest. Her arms wrap around her body, as if she was barely keeping herself held together.

“I’m sorry” she whimpers. “I’m so sorry, I- I never meant to hurt anyone. I just wanted to get back to you. I’m- I’m not a monster. I’m not a monster” she rambles quietly, almost more to herself than to you.

Your heart breaks as you look at the woman you loved. The woman who had once been so happy and carefree, dancing and signing around your shared kitchen as paprikash cooked on the stove. Now here she was, corrupted. Bloody. Broken. But through it all, behind those teary eyes, you catch a glimpse of her, of who she used to be. Of who she really was, beyond the grip of the darkhold. You knew you could get back to her, get her back to you, if she would just let herself be free of the darkhold.

You take a tentative step forward, slowly sinking to your knees in front of Wanda. She looks almost as afraid as you as she brings her eyes to meet yours. You look at her steadily, gently reaching out to hold one her hands in yours. She squeezes your fingers as she looks at you imploringly. Your other hand tentatively reaches out to touch her cheek.

“You have to let the darkhold go, Wanda” you cup her face gently, stroking her tears away with your thumb. “I’m here now.”

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A/N: my first time writing for Wanda!! I hope you liked this, thank you sm for the request! <33

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sugarybitterness · 1 year

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wanda maximoff x reader with number 27 from the hug prompt list (piggy back hugs)? if not, that's totally fine, tysm <3

sooo this turned out ansgtier & shorter than i expected- im so sorry shdnkfdn

wanda feels your presence before she even hears the sounds of your footsteps. her hand with the knife stills as she hears your voice, “incoming!”

she feels you hop up onto her back, arms around her neck and legs looping around her waist. she hears your giggle when she uses her magic to steady you, her lips curling into a smile when she feels you plant a kiss on her cheek.

wanda basks in your embrace as she resumes her food preparation, the comfort of your hug was unbeatable. she could only wish to remain in that position forever.

“i love you.” wanda’s smile widens even more at your quiet confession. she turns to look at you, taking in your gentle smile and loving gaze. she leans up, her eyes falling shut as she gives you a soft kiss.

but when wanda opens her eyes, she’s in her bed. and as your presence fades, so does her smile.

the redhead can only sigh and pull the blanket tighter around her as she lets her eyes fall shut. she wills herself to go back to sleep, just for another chance to feel you again.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff angst #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch angst #this is just #very sad #do y’all see my attempt at the dsmom reference

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wandasmistress · 2 years

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This Love is Lethal

Synopsis- Wanda was your first love and you were hers. No matter how much you and Wanda repeatedly hurt each other it would kill you both if you separated.

Pairings- Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings- Angst, like lots of it...

Word Count- 3k

A/N- I was feeling very angsty today, so I wanted to write this. You already know I had to hit you guys with more hardcore angst, so, sorry no sorry🤷🏽‍♀️

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You were at the club again, something you found to be doing a lot lately. It made the pain that permanently resided in your chest ease, only a little. But you knew later it would increase it by tenfold from the guilt that overcame you. You were dancing wildly, hair moving in all different types of directions as you let the music take you. The slight buzz you felt from the alcohol made you forget about almost everything.

Just then you felt a body push up against you from the front and when you opened your eyes you saw a dark-haired woman staring seductively right back at you. Your heart twisted knowing that it wasn't her. But lately, you adapted to ignoring the constant nagging of your heart and trying to live in the moment even if you felt lifeless.

Your hands thoughtlessly moved to her waist, reeling her in closer to your body. You smelled her strong scent that made you want to hurl like she hadn't bathed for weeks. But you didn't want to leave just yet, you didn't want to go home and face her again. So you numbly swayed together in the middle of a crowded filled with packed bodies.

She trailed kisses up your neck and you wanted to shove her away as hard as you could, tell her that you belonged to somebody, you really wanted to. But that somebody always showed conflicted feelings but you were also to blame because you never took the time to confront her about your crumbling devotion to one another.

You gripped her waist tighter trying to expel the thoughts of your tragic romance with the only person you've ever only truly loved. The dark-haired woman come close to your neck and then sunk her teeth deep into your pulse pointing as she started sucking vapidly. The action not giving you your usual euphoric pleasure, and your mind rolled back to the brunette. You pushed her into you more to see if she could do a better job and go deeper. Deep down you wanted her to bite so and puncture your pulse point so maybe the suffering could finally stop.

She moved her lips across your neck as she scattered hickeys all around, it was like she was on a mission. destine to claim what's hers. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as a sudden pang of irritation, and a wave of guilt crashes over you. You shoved her back lightly, not wanting to cause a scene from your vivid agitation.

A pout came to her face as she slowly sauntered back to you, her hands rubbing up the front of your chest lazily. Your heart started to beat ten times faster, why wouldn't she leave you alone? You took a step back while keeping eye contact with her, but she kept on following you. This interaction was starting to make you uncomfortable, your skin crawling with penitence. You bumped into someone accidentally, turning around to quickly apologize. By the time you turned back, you were yet again facing the dark-haired woman.

This time she wasn't lenient with her actions, she was coarse. She gripped onto your forearms and dived headfirst into your face, connecting your lips nonconsensually, your face scrunched into anguish. It was enough, you've had enough tonight. Most of your nights at the club always ended with a woman coming on to you strongly but you never reciprocated their feelings, only acted as their ragdoll for their messy kisses. You were sick and tired of feeling this way or having to go out every night to numb the pain only if it was for a few minutes that lasted quickly.

You promptly removed yourself from her grip, causing her to stumble slightly in her heels but you paid no mind as you turned towards the club's exit with a despondent look on your face. There was loud murmuring coming from the spot you had just left, no doubt the woman making a scene from the rejection. You hung your head in shame as you pushed passed the doors of the club, your feet landing in a puddle occupying the sidewalk. Shivering faintly as you were met with a frigid gust of wind. Stuffing your hands in your pockets while squinting your eyes from the harsh wind as you headed in the direction of home.

Once you got home all you could do was sit there in the silence, you knew where she was like she knew where you were. You took a seat on the couch, head in your hands as you tried to recollect yourself, you were on the brink of a breakdown and you could feel the hold about to snap.

You started moving slowly back and forth, thoughts running wild in your head. Your nails started to claw at your scalp from the build-up of anxiety leaking out of you right now. Your face contorted into disgust at the thought of your actions, then seconds later into anger at the thought of her actions, you were both to blame really. Having poor communication skills and not sitting down to talk to one another about your failing relationship was causing a split in both your mental health.

It felt as if you sank into the couch, permanently stuck in one position staring at the wall wide-eyed. Being alone in your thoughts for too long wasn't somewhere you wanted to be but you couldn't help it. All past and present emotions were whirling rapidly until an abrupt vibration beneath you knocked you back into reality.

With slightly trembling hands you shifted on the couch so you could get your phone that was tucked away deep in your back pocket. When you pulled your phone in front of your face while craning your head downwards, a lone tear slid down your cheek and onto the glowing screen. You thought you stopped crying a long time ago because you felt so benumb. The call vibration coming from your phone takes your attention yet again. You could see that it was Natasha calling you, your eyebrows raised in confusion because she texted you earlier about how she would be busy all night and also because you didn't know how your voice would sound after what felt like hours of weeping.

You continued staring blankly at the screen through your clouded vision, Natasha sending multiple texts while calling saying to answer your phone and that she needs to tell you something. The next second a picture was sent but you couldn’t see it because her call was still displayed on the screen. You gave up and answered the call, lifting your phone to your ear as you were met with a loud booming of music and mixed cheers on the other end.

“Nat?” You said tentatively, your leg started bouncing from the anxiety of why she was calling from a club of all places.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I don’t want to have to do this, I really am. You have to understand how hard this is for me to tell you-” She rushes out. Her voice was quiet but loud enough for you to hear, her tone slightly quivering.

She continued to ramble without getting to the point and that pissed you off significantly, aggravation starting to bubble up inside of you. That wasn't the only thing that was growing inside of you, you could feel something in the pit of your stomach that tingled your present heartache. like you knew what she was gonna say.

“Nat, just tell me.” You demanded in a still voice.

The talking on the other side of the phone immediately stopped at your words, the next words she uttered made your blood run cold.

“Wanda’s here.” Your fingers closed in on themselves creating a fist. “She dancing w- with a woman w-who has her hands on her waist. They're pressed up against each other so tight. I-I’m sorry, Y/n.” She spoke with pity.

You could tell that her telling you this was breaking her heart, she is your best friend who has been there for you since day one, through thick and thin. And you knew it was killing her to be the one to have to tell you and witness Wanda being unfaithful towards you. You felt like she could almost feel the heartbreak you were feeling.

But what she didn't know is that you already knew. You knew where she was headed each time she stepped out of your shared apartment in a dress. You sat on the couch watching idly as she bent over in her skin-tight black latex dress that stopped way above her knees while putting on her black velvet ankle strap heels that you bought her years ago.

The routine was so ingrained in your head that you could tell just by the specific type of perfume she wore sometimes if she was going out to see someone. It was the same perfume she had when you first met her, the perfume that lures in anyone in a ten-mile radius.

You also knew that she knows what you were doing when you told her about working overtime for the fifth time in a week or getting “caught” up in the office late at night. She always knew when you were lying and going out, she didn't have to see you put on any specific clothing or wear a fragrance. She could hear it in your voice, the way you spoke quietly and seemed to have planned out what you were saying, speaking almost too perfectly like you've been practicing to tell her for years. And you knew she knew each time because there would be a long silence on the other end of the phone and then a small sigh. She pretended as if she knew nothing, wishing you farewell with faux sincerity.

All Natasha heard on the phone was silence, she called out to you meekly. You were dragged out of your thoughts once again and rage overfilled you. You didn't respond to her, ending the call quickly to prevent her from hearing the outburst that was coming. While exiting the call you swiped up and were met with Natasha’s [revious texts you forgot to check. And at the bottom was a blurry picture of a club setting, it didn't take long for you to identify Wanda. The way the woman held onto her was so crystal clear and now rooted into your mind. A shallow breath escaped your lungs as your heart tore a hundred times more.

It's not like you were a saint, you were also in the wrong from your own infidelity. But hearing about your spouse cheating was way different than seeing it firsthand or through a video or picture. You snapped and chucked your phone across the living room, yelling out in vain. You fell down back to the couch clutching your face, you wanted it all to be over so badly.

You hadn't realized you were staring off into the distance yet again for a long period of time until you heard keys jingle in the front door lock. You were looking at the blank black television screen that somehow captured the mental state you were in, dissociated, gazing at the screen unfeelingly. You didn't dare look at her when she walked in and shut the door softly. Her heels clicked on the wood floor, breaking the quiet.

Wanda saw you sitting eerily still on the couch, looking ahead of you with wide eyes as if you saw a ghost. But what she didn't know was that you saw the photo of her at the club. Wanda didn't know that Natasha was also at the same club as her, it was too packed for her to check if she recognized anyone there. Even if she didn't know why you were so upset it was like she could feel it, feel the way your mixed emotions of anger and sadness broke out.

Her eyes remained trained on your motionless form while bending down swiftly because this has become second nature for her, taking off the heels that strained her feet and kicking them towards the overflowing shoe rack. She proceeded to place her handbag down on the dusty floor near the door, not caring about it.

She strolled over to the couch slowly, her hands intertwined together in front of her as she bit her bottom lip in anxiousness, she wasn’t ready to confront you about this issue. It's not like she ever was and neither were you. Being each other's first love could be the best thing and worst thing, it was like a blessing and curse. She is your first love, the first time you’ve ever opened up your heart fully to someone potently, and having them reciprocate those feelings just as strong. You have spent so much time with her reveling in the moments where everything was great, you were always touching and showing the immense love you had for each other. The good times had made up for the bad times that were starting to outweigh the good, but surely it was fine, right?

It's not like you could leave her, and her leave you. The deep connection you each had for one another was still sturdy, but slowly fraying. There was still too much love, too much history between you both to break apart and go separate ways when all you’ve both known as each other. There was still time for you two to fix this divide but communication wasn't your guy's strong suit. You two worked out arguments and problems with make-up sex which was way more frequent than a reputable discussion. But both of your actions were strengthening the detrimental fray in your relationship.

She was going to say something, anything, but she didn't want to risk you snapping at her. She didn't like seeing you angry or hurt but those feelings were overtaking your demeanor day by day and she could see the way it was eating you from the inside out. So she opted to take a seat beside you, slowly coming down to sit on the couch as the silence remained in the still air.

She was too nervous to do anything or say anything and you were too exhausted and angry to do anything. You both knew you couldn't yell at the other since you were both responsible and disloyal to one another so you kept quiet in order to keep the breaking peace between yourselves.

Wanda couldn't handle the deafening silence eating her up though, so she decided to turn her head over and look at you to see if she could spark a reaction. Anything from you would make her feel better no matter if it was you yelling at her or dismissing her, anything but the quietness.

Her breath hitched when she saw all the various hickeys planted across your neck, her shaky hand coming up to her mouth as she let out a quiet gasp. Pain struck her deeply in the heart, knowing that you let someone else mark what was hers, how you only ever allowed her to mark you like that, and never anyone else. Her heart beated rapidly as she turned back facing forward. Single tears started to pour from her eyes as she thought about it deeper, she couldn't keep living like this but she needed you, she wouldn't be able to live if she lost you.

Wanda's choked sobs caused you to turn your head, and the sight shattered your heart even more if that was possible. The way her black mascara ran down her pale cheeks, her trembling hand grasping at her mouth as her body shook with sobs she failed to contain. You hated yourself for the pain that you were causing her, but you hated the pain she gave you.

She could feel your eyes on her and when she looked up to see your beat red eyes she shook her head. Seeing you look so detached and woeful made her want to rip her hair out from the root because of the way she made you feel and also slap you for the way you were the main cause of her daily distress.

She wasn't thinking as she closed the gap between your bodies and collided with your listless body. You weren't expecting Wanda to hug you but you didn't back out, having her touch you just like this still felt like pure heaven, so maybe you could still fix this, right?

Your hands slowly came up and you returned the hug, tightening your arms around her body. Her head rested in the crook of your neck as you leaned your head on top of hers. Her all too familiar scent brings a sense of nostalgia to your restless mind. And for the first time in a while, you felt at peace, just by having her here with you. No matter the pain you caused or she did, you were grateful to be with her right now. You knew deep down that no matter how poisonous you both have become to each other you deeply needed one another.

She shifted in your hold, coming closer to you as you held her tightly ensuring her of your presence. You leaned back on the couch to relax more, her body falling with you. Another tear escaped from her eye at how she longed and missed feeling this way. And just for a few moments, everything went away, serenity washing over her like a cool wave. The silence wasn't so bad now.

Somewhere along the way as you cradled her deeper into the night without saying one word you both fell into a tranquil sleep that felt so foreign. Most nights were restless because of the tension but tonight was different, there was hope that maybe this could be the start of healing that was imperative.

But what you thought was the beginning of recovery was the exact opposite. Wanda was like an addictive drug you couldn't escape even if you tried, and you were like a bad habit for Wanda that she couldn't ever seem to break. You were both killing each other slowly, but if that meant you would die together then you both have already accepted your virulent fate.

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 2 years

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Broken Glass | Wanda Maximoff

Synopsis: Earth-838 Wanda finds herself in the space between worlds after the events at the Illuminati headquarters and has one goal: get home to Billy and Tommy.

Warnings: Mention of blood, Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness spoilers, a lil’ fluff, a lotta angst

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Billy Maximoff, Tommy Maximoff

Word Count: 2k

Hey y’all. So I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately and I’m very excited to present to you my first ever fic! I’ve seen MoM twice so far (and I’ll see it again goddamnit) and I just wanted to write. While Scarlet Witch Wanda is fucking hot, I had this lightbulb about writing for the multiverse Wanda. This contains spoilers for Multiverse of Madness FYI.

The door was open, the spell had been lifted. Wanda didn’t know where she was.

“My boys,” she said, thinking only of her sons who would be terrified to wake to find their mother gone. She saw a hallway through the door ahead of her. Was it a portal? She didn’t know. She barely knew anything. Flashes. That’s all she saw. Magic. Blood. Pain. Fear. Death. They swirled through her mind. Wanda didn’t know what had happened, but she knew it wasn’t good. She did know that her best chance at getting out was through that door, so off she flew.

Her knees nearly buckled when she landed. Wanda felt like she had been hit by a bus and then some. But her screaming feet nearly dropped her to her knees. She had run over broken glass barefoot. Her feet were covered in glass-embedded gashes that bled with every painful step she took. She limped down the hallway. Only thoughts of Billy and Tommy kept her from collapsing from utter exhaustion.

As Wanda made her way through the tunnels and into the atrium, she saw the chaos that had been left behind. Everything was destroyed: the walls had been reduced to rubble, windows smashed, robot sentries laid torn apart and covered in their own oil. But the bodies…those ripped the air from her lungs. Captain Carter was halved. Professor X was slumped in his chair, his neck bent awkwardly at an angle. Black Bolt’s head looked deflated. And Mr. Fantastic…Wanda only realized his fate when she felt the blue goo sticking to the soles of her bloody feet. A wave of nausea swept over her and it took all of her concentration not to empty the contents of her stomach everywhere. Swallowing the bile, she thought of the lives that had been torn apart. Suddenly she felt herself hit the floor. Her body had given out. The possession had drained her of every ounce of energy. The Scarlet Witch was an immensely powerful being: Wanda was lucky she hadn’t died during the ordeal. She didn’t have much left in her, but she summoned up every ounce of strength she had left and flew towards her boys.

Home. She was home at last. The boys were still asleep on the couch right where she’d left them before she…but it wasn’t her, was it? She hadn’t done those awful things, murdered those innocent people in cold blood, chased them down that tunnel. It was the Scarlet Witch who was responsible for this brutality. But as the blood poured down her face, the guilt poured just as freely.

“Don’t wake the boys,” she thought. “I can’t let them see me like this.”

Wanda limped her way to the bathroom and shut the door, leaving a trail of blood behind her. When she turned on the lights and saw her reflection she froze. The water Doctor Strange used to slow her down had washed most of the blood and oil from her face, but her clothes were still stained. As she stared in the mirror the flashbacks started: her body had been used as a vessel for unspeakable evil and she had been forced to watch from inside her own mind.

She knew this other Wanda. She dreamt of her. That Wanda had known unbelievable sorrow not unlike her own. They had both lost so much, but she had her boys: the Scarlet Witch did not. Hers were a product of her grief whereas her own Tommy and Billy were of flesh and blood. That grief tore the Scarlet Witch apart with each passing day. Wanda dreamt of her night after night and bore witness to her descent into the madness of the Darkhold. She felt for her but there was nothing she could do. The Darkhold had become the North Star in the Scarlet Witch’s sky, guiding her towards corruption.

Wanda stripped off her soaked, blood-stained clothes and threw them in the trash. She didn’t want anything to remind her of what she’d done. But the blood pouring down from the gash between her eyes said otherwise. She turned the shower on and grabbed a tissue from the box on the counter. Wanda blotted at the blood as best she could but the wound wouldn’t stop bleeding. She sighed, threw the tissue out, and stepped into the shower where she stood and let the water wash over her. Blood, grime, and dirt washed down the drain. So did her tears. She sobbed. The tears were a result of pain, anger, sorrow, and guilt. She hadn’t murdered those people and terrorized that girl. That was the Scarlet Witch. But Wanda was the Scarlet Witch, and a Wanda was a Wanda in every universe. So in the grand scheme of the multiverse, she, Wanda Maximoff, had torn all of those lives apart.

She turned off the water and sat on the edge of the tub. She had forgotten about her feet. She reached for the tweezers sitting on the counter, crossed one ankle over her knee, and began searching for pieces of glass. Blood began to drip onto the white tile, speckling it crimson.

A small knock at the door startled Wanda. It was Billy.

“Mom? Are you okay? There’s blood all over the floor.” His soft voice was full of concern. He was his mother’s son through and through.

Wanda sniffled. “Billy? I’m okay. Mommy just broke a bowl and cut herself. I’m just cleaning myself up. Don’t worry about the floor, baby. I’ll clean it up later.”

“Are you sure?” replied the timid voice. “Tommy’s trying to wipe it up now. We couldn’t find anything to clean the carpet with.”

Wanda smiled. Her boys were too good for this world. They were always looking out for her. Being a single mom was hard enough, so they tried to make life as easy for her as they could.

“It’s okay, Billy. You go get washed up and I’ll tuck you both in, okay?”

“Okay mom!” Billy raced away, his tiny footsteps echoing down the hall. She heard their bathroom door slam shut and the subsequent pounding of fists as Tommy protested to his brother to let him in first since he would be faster.

Wanda rummaged through the bathroom cabinets in an effort to find something to clean herself up. She poured hydrogen peroxide over her feet, grimacing at the pain. The liquid bubbled against her pale skin. She did the same to the cut on her forehead. Band-aids wouldn’t work, so she slathered the goopy antibiotic ointment on her wounds, wrapped her feet with gauze, and carefully closed the wound on her head with butterfly strips left over from when Tommy cut his forehead open on the corner of the fireplace. It wasn’t perfect, but it would do for now. She looked around for her pajamas but remembered that she hadn’t grabbed any. So Wanda wrapped herself in her towel and headed to her bedroom where she grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. She was about to leave when she remembered her feet, so she grabbed a pair of socks and carefully rolled them on over each gauze-wrapped foot. It didn’t do much to mask the unbearable pain, but she walked as best she could to the boys’ room. Choking back tears, Wanda grasped the doorknob with one hand and rested her other on the door in front of her. She needed something to ground herself. The cool metal brought her out of her head and back to reality. She took a deep breath. If she couldn’t hold it together for herself she had to hold it together for her boys.

Billy and Tommy were already in their beds when Wanda walked in. Billy was working on a crossword puzzle from a puzzle book he bought with his allowance. Tommy was reading his new Captain Carter comic book. She smiled but her heart was heavy. How lucky was she to have these moments with her boys while the Scarlet Witch was forced to watch, night after night, knowing that they’d never be her reality? Tommy looked up from his comic. Though the light was dim he could still see the cut on his mother’s forehead and the bruises that were beginning to discolor her face.

“Mom! Are you okay?! What happened to your face?!” His eyes grew wide with concern. Wanda smiled weakly and sat down on the edge of his bed.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m fine. I just had a bit of an accident, that’s all.” It wasn’t the truth, but it wasn’t a complete lie, either.

“Did someone hurt you, mom?” Tommy reached up and cradled Wanda’s face with his hands. As much of a handful as the twins could be, Billy and Tommy loved Wanda to the ends of the earth and back. The thought of someone hurting her? No, not possible. Not their mom.

“No, baby. No, I just had an accident. It’ll be okay. I promise.” She placed her hand over his. Of course she didn’t know if that was true. The Scarlet Witch had possessed her twice in one day…who knew if she’d be back for more?

She kissed Tommy’s forehead and tucked him in. “You know,” she said. “A family-”

“Is forever. We know, mom!” interrupted Billy. “We’re all going to be together forever no matter what.” Wanda turned and laughed at him.

“Yes, that’s right. We could never leave each other even if we tried. No matter where we are. If we’re in this world, or even someplace else, I’ll always be your mom, and you’ll always be my boys.” It was her silent plea. She hoped the Scarlet Witch was listening. If she couldn’t have her boys in her universe, she should still know that they were always with her. And Wanda hoped she would love them enough for the both of them. She walked over, tucked Billy in, and kissed the top of his head.

“Mom?” he asked as Wanda turned to leave their room.

“Mmm?”

“Can you lay with me for a bit?”

Wanda chuckled. They were growing up, there was no doubt about that. But behind the coolness of being ten years old, behind the video games and flag football and the growing pains, they were still two boys who desperately loved and needed their mom. She turned off the light and scooched her way into Billy’s bed. As he snuggled in close she held him tightly to her chest. His breathing slowed as he drifted off. The light snoring coming from the other side of the room told her that Tommy, too, had drifted off. The urge to sleep was all powerful: she was drained physically and emotionally. As she began to fall under sleep’s intoxicating fumes, one son nestled against her body and another snuggled in his own bed with his favorite stuffed dinosaur, she began to cry. The emotional weight of everything had finally caught up with her and it was crushing. She squeezed Billy closer to her, sobbing quietly as she buried her face in his hair. She cried from exhaustion. She cried out of grief, grief for what her body had been forced to do, grief for the lives that were torn apart. She cried for the deep, guttural love she had for her boys, the best thing that ever happened to her and her North Star in a world of darkness. And she cried for a Wanda who would never again feel the closeness of her sons, a Wanda driven to madness and murder in the name of love. As she surrendered her body to rest she hoped the Wanda she saw in her dreams would be at peace, knowing how loved their boys were in every dimension.

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wandanatrules · 4 months

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Locker Room

Pairing: shy nerdy g!p wanda maximoff x popular cheerleader reader

This is the fic for the request I got literally so long ago I’ll put the request as the summary, I just started winter break so i’m gonna try to write sorry I haven’t posted in forever school has been on my ass

summary: Hiiii, I saw that you were taking requests and I just had to ask, could you do awkward emo!wanda and cheerleader!r where they’re both in high school or college and wanda likes r nd gets all shy and embarrassed around her, so r takes advantage of this and tries to make her as flustered as she can..and wanda

can’t take the teasing one day so she builds up the confidence to ask her out which eventually leads to them having sex in the girls locker room 🤭

warnings: wanda has a penis, oral (w receiving), heavy make out, smut, foul language, there isn’t really that much smut sorry

Even in her sophomore year of college Wanda was still nervous to talk to girls. She wasn’t the most social person, which played a part in it. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive enough to get girls, believe me she was.

She had an athletic build and long flowy hair. She ran track in high school and ever since then maintained the abs and the muscles she acquired from that, by joining the soccer team in college. Wanda was the MVP player, which gave her a lot of female admirers. Many of the females at her games, especially the cheerleaders, would make passes at her but she was too oblivious and shy to notice.

Ever since freshman year the only person that Wanda had her eyes on was you. You were on the cheerleading squad, and well known for your looks and popularity. You also liked Wanda, but for some reason she always rejected your advances.

Tonight was the celebration party for the girls soccer team after winning the tournament. The whole team and all the cheerleaders would be there.

Wanda was nervous to go knowing that parties weren’t usually her scene. Even though she was expected to go since she scored the winning goal and led her team to victory.

You and the other cheerleaders were in the locker room getting ready, before you left for the stadium to join the party.

“I’m gonna try to get with Maximoff tonight” you said to your friends while finishing up your makeup.

“Oh, really?” your friend Maria asked, “She’s so nerdy and shy and awkward all the time.”

You smiled and thought back to a couple of days ago when you tried to flirt with her.

Wanda was standing outside of the soccer locker room, right after practice. She was wearing a muscle tee showing off her toned arms and covered in sweat.

“Hey Wans.” You said to her after sauntering over to her, while putting your hand on her arm. “You looked real good during your practice.”

Wanda’s face turned red and she felt herself getting nervous again. “Oh thanks y/n.” she said while nervously playing in her hair, “I was working on my form for the tournament.”

“Yeah, I bet you're gonna win it for us Wanda, and when you do i’ll give you something to celebrate.” You said in her ear with a seductive voice, before walking away with a sway to your hips.

Wanda let out a deep breath after you walked away, cursing herself after feeling her erection hardening.

As you reminisced in the memory of how cute Wanda looked all flustered you couldn’t help but wait for you to get to the party and see her. You just knew that tonight would be the night you would get your hands on her.

It was later that night and Wanda was talking to her friends from the soccer team, while nursing a drink at the party.

“I’m telling you Wanda, she wants you.” Natasha said, trying to convince her to go over and talk to you.

“No I don’t think so, she’s just friendly.” Wanda insisted while looking over at you.

You were at the other side of the party making eye contact with her, while seductively sucking your straw between your teeth. You lifted your hand and waved her over.

Wanda tensed and looked behind her, not believing you were beckoning her.

“She wants you, you idiot.”, Natasha laughed, as she shoved her over to you. “Good luck.” , she called out behind her

Wanda nervously walked over to you, wiping the sweat off of her palms on to her pants.

“Hi Wanda.” You husked looking up at her with your best doe eyes. “Let’s dance.”, you said, putting your drink down and leading her to the dance floor by the hand.

The song had just happened to change from some loud rap music to a slow and sexy RnB song. You used this to your advantage as you wrapped her arms around your waist and began to sway.

Wanda, tensed not knowing where to put her hands, trying to be respectful of her touches. You sensed this nervousness and placed her hands on your butt.

“You know Wanda, literally everyone has hit on me and asked me out except you. I’ve never had to make the first move like this. Do you not think I'm pretty, Wanda?” You said with that sickly sweet voice that drove Wanda crazy and iginitied a stir in her pants.

“Oh, no y/n definitely, i think you're absolutely gorgeous.” Wanda said nervously, careful to not hurt your feelings.

You turned around to face her with a smile, “That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say. You better come with me so I can give you your surprise for winning us the game.

You took her hand and led her through the crowd out of the party, into the locker room. You pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly, grabbing handfuls of her arm muscles and abs.

“You know Wanda, I love when I talk to you after soccer practice. When you’re all sweaty and your muscles are all pumped. I use that time to tease you and get you all worked up, and secretly watch you sneak back into the locker room to take care of your little problem.”

Wanda’s lips parted when she felt your hand grip her length and slowly rub up and down.

“Damn Wanda you’re so hard.” You whispered in her ear. “You gonna fuck me?”

Wanda stammered too nervous to respond, lost in the pleasure of you rubbing her length.

“Or did you want me to fuck you?” You said with a smirk as you pushed her down onto the bench with a hand on her chest.

“Yes ma’am you can do whatever you want.” Wanda said repeatedly nodding

You slowly pulled down your panties from under your dress and threw them at her before loosening the straps on your shoulders and pulling the dress down.

Wanda put the panties in her pocket before you pulled her belt off and ripped her pants and boxers down.

You gripped her length, roughly stroking it up and down. Loving the way her face contorted in pleasure and over stimulation. You looked up at her with those big round eyes as you slowly sucked the tip between your lips, before going deeper and deeper.

“FUCK y/n” Wanda groaned thrusting her hips up into your mouth as she holds down your head. The muscles in her arms straining she roughly fucks your mouth. You hold onto her chest to brace yourself as you move your mouth faster.

“Damnit fuck that was so good y/n thank you” Wanda said flustered trying to catch her breath

“That’s so cute Wans, you don’t have to thank me.” You said looking up at her with a smile while licking your lips. “But I do know how you can repay me”…

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abbyromanoff · 5 months

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Heyyy there would you mind writing wanda x femreader where r dreams of wanda cheating on us with vision so when r wokes up she's mad and grumpy and wanda doesn't know why, now she's sad and confused. Fluff at the end though

VISIONS

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 862

WARNINGS: allusions to smut, talks of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, groping, small angst, fluff, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Baby? Can you please stop ignoring me?” Wanda asked with a hand on your shoulder. You shook it off, rolling your eyes as you threw the blankets further over your body. She sighed, trying to leave a kiss to your exposed skin until you shrugged her off once again.

She didn’t know why you seemed so upset, but she assumed from previous experiences that you simply were having a bad morning. It could be a dream, it could be your period, it could just be an irritating mood. In reality, it was the sight you saw in your deep sleep. It woke you with a sudden cry, your head tossing to the side to instantly try and spot the woman. In the dream, you had just walked in on the pair sharing an intimate moment that was meant for only you and Wanda. The witch tried to explain herself, but you woke up before you could make your final decision.

When Wanda woke, she tried giving you a morning peck on the lips, but you denied. She was confused but let it slide, until you ignored her clear request for sex. Your body was bare, only holding layers of hickeys that you usually would’ve admired, yet she still was - which only seemed to anger you further.

She gave up after nearly half an hour of trying to persuade you into talking and grabbed her book, placing her reading glasses over her eyes and sitting silently. You’d mumble quiet annoyances, but refused to form a normal sentence.

“Can you at least tell me why you’re so mad at me?” No response was given besides a huff. “Please, my love? C’mon, don’t make Mommy sad.” She teased, sensing from your sudden stillness that she hit a nerve. You sucked in a breath, removing the covers as you walked towards the bathroom. She groaned, copying your actions with a shiver as the cold air hit her.

“What are you doing?” You stood under the warm water, letting your hair soak as your body erupted with goosebumps. She tore off her shirt, only stopping when your voice was heard.

“So that’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?” Your eyes fell to her naked chest as you licked your lips, forcing yourself to turn away from the trap.

“What? Can I not take a shower with my partner?” She stepped behind you, venturing her hands to your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. She kissed the skin softly, leaving hints of her scent behind as you shuddered.

“This…this isn’t fair, Wanda, I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She let her lips linger, trailing her hands up and down, squeezing your breasts before one traveled to your lower region.

“And why is that?” A frown took over your face, and you lowered your gaze. She paused, turning you around so you would face her. You refused to meet her eyes until it was forced out of you, her finger below your chin guiding you to fit her needs.

“Can you please tell me what I did so I can apologize? I’d really appreciate it, love.”

“It’s stupid,”

“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.” She frowned, stroking your cheek softly as she pulled you in, leaving a peck to the skin before trailing to your plump lips. She hummed against you, allowing herself to soak in the warmth of the embrace you ridded her from.

“I had a dream,” You bit your lip, groaning as she pressed on. She rubbed your arms soothingly, furrowing her brows as she waited for your voice to rise once again.

“And in that dream, I caught you…sleeping with…Vision.” She chuckled lightly, causing your frown to grow.

“Oh, love, how could I ever do that to you? Look, you didn’t hear it from me, but I know a girl with the most beautiful, and most wonderful partner. She loves them with all her heart, and she would never, ever even consider breaking their own sweet little heart.” She smiled, brushing her fingers through your hair when red threatened to cover your skin.

“But,”

“Shh, and I don’t want you to think any different, alright? I love you, I love you so much and that will never change.” She assured, and you grinned to yourself, muttering a small statement that she asked for you to repeat.

“Especially not for a red robot?”

“Especially not for a red robot.” She smiled, pecking your forehead slightly and cradling you with her arms. The soft skin sent a sigh of gratitude your way, and you cuddled closer into the woman.

“I love you so much, Wanda. I’m sorry for being mean, I know you’d never do that.” She hummed, trailing her hand lower once again. It fell upon your bare ass, her palm squeezing with a giggle.

“So soft,”

“Wanda! You pervert!” She shook her head, nuzzling her nose in your neck as she continued to poke at the area. You bit your lip, leaning into her as instinct.

“Now, why don’t you let me make it up to you and show you just how much I love you?”

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Golden?

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Settling into marital bliss with Wanda was amazing. The firsts, the achievements and then of course came the boys.

Billy and Tommy were the apples of yours and Wanda’s eyes. They were loved equally. No jealousy between the twins.

At least at first. Then they started to develop their powers at age seven. Billy developed magical abilities on par with his mother. Tommy developed super speed, much like his late uncle. Wanda was ecstatic to be able to train one of her sons in all the way of sorcery and witchcraft.

This led to Wanda spending more time with Billy, helping her boy harness his powers. You of course were there to help supervise the lessons, just hoping that they didn’t blow up the house. But for Tommy, a deep pit was beginning to develop his heart. An aching at seeing how happy Wanda was with Billy.

It all came to a head the day when Billy mastered plasma bolts. Wanda was so happy, she wrapped the little wiccan in a hug, “that’s my boy!”

You looked over and saw Tommy’s eyes just fill with tears as he bolted from his spot on the porch, running into the house and up the stairs.

You quickly run up to your son’s room to find him crying on his bed. “Tommy?” You approach him, “buddy?”

“Is Billy the golden child?” He tries to ask thru his tears.

“N-no” you whisper as you wrap the young boy in a hug.

“Detka? What’s wrong?” Wanda’s psychic voice sounded in your skull.

“Your little speedster needs you” you think back to your wife. “He thinks you don’t love him as much as Billy”

“I’m on my way!” Wanda was up the stairs in a flash. She ran in and fell to her knees before Tommy’s bed.

“Oh my little podarok,” she whispers, gently stroking the little boy’s hair.

“I know,” he whispers back. “Billy’s so much cooler and neater than me and-“

“No my little podarok,” she rocks her boy back and forth. “You and Billy are amazing in so many different ways. I’m so sorry for ever making you feel less loved.”

You wrap Tommy in a hug too, “you are amazing. I can’t even keep up with you when you run.”

Tommy actually giggles. Billy walks in and hugs his brother too.

“Bro I love you.” Billy reassures his brother, “you’re like coolest, fastest out there!”

You and Wanda look to each other and share a little smile. Your family is a strong one. Sometimes each member just needs a little reassurance of how much you love them, you and Wanda are more than happy to reassure your kids and each other of that love.

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #domestic angst #marvel angst #the scarlet witch #tommy maximoff #billy and tommy #billy maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 6 months

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Tattooed heart

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have tattoos everywhere and your girlfriend suffers from severe anxiety. You learned to walk around with Sharpies to help her out.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. TW for anxiety attacks.

MASTERLIST

The room was crowded to the point where you couldn’t even see the exit doors in the back.

That always made you a bit nervous, of course, but mostly because it usually meant your interview would go on forever until people were satisfied by it. Those types of venues were always endless, but it was even worse when there were so many people attending the panels. Don’t get it wrong, you love attending the coms and meeting the fans to debate the characters and movies, and just the entire MCU universe as a whole, but you were only human and, after spending so long being a part of this, you got a bit tired.

Although the interview was going on forever, you weren’t surprised by the amount of people reunited to see you guys talking. It was hard to have most of the Marvel actors in one single interview, after all, so you were already expecting people to crowd the room and want to ask everyone a million questions. The new Avengers movie was coming up, the trailer had dropped just the day prior, and people were excited to know more. You couldn’t blame them.

You had been listening to Evans give out an overly complex reply to a question someone made him for a while now when you noticed Elizabeth squirming in her chair beside you. She was sitting to your right at the large table where you all were and she had answered a few questions as well, although that was the first time you noticed that she wasn’t moving out of boredom or to adjust in her chair again. She was restless, you noticed by the way she looked down at her legs and by the way her fingers pulled at her dress as if she was trying to get rid of a crinkle that didn’t exist.

Over the years, you learned to read her.

When you first met, three years ago, you were immediately drawn to Elizabeth. At the time, she had red hair thanks to her Marvel character, she was wearing black clothes and she had a fake scar above her eyebrow since you met between takes of the new movie you were both going to be a part of. That wasn’t your first Marvel movie, neither was hers, but that was the first time you were going to share the screen. You had heard about her before, obviously, but nothing had prepared you for how it would feel to meet Elizabeth Olsen in person.

You felt attracted to her since the first day, but you weren’t brave enough to make a move, so you spent the next two months of shooting crushing on her in silence - at least to her because you sang like a canary to all of your castmates to the point where they had to make an intervention because no one could take more of your daydreaming about Elizabeth without doing anything about it. That worked, though, and you found yourself sweating like crazy just a week before the movie wrapped while you waited for Elizabeth to finish her scenes for the day.

You had been nervous for no reason, as your castmates predicted, because Elizabeth said ‘yes’ after you managed to spit out your question and you both went for your first date two days later. That night, Elizabeth admitted she wanted to ask you out since the first day too, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“I’m glad you’re more brave than I am,” she whispered shyly when you were holding hands on top of the table. “I’m too anxious to have managed to actually ask you out.”

But that had been it.

You have been inseparable ever since.

Well, besides when you were both working, of course. You hadn’t made any more movies together since your characters took different turns, but you and Elizabeth were able to move heaven and Earth to make your relationship work no matter what.

As the years went by, you learned to read Elizabeth as easily as an open book. You knew when she was stressed and needed to spend some time in her garden to relax. You knew when Elizabeth was cooking because she wanted to, when she was doing it because she had to eat and when she was stress-cooking. You knew when she liked the movie you were watching by the way she bit her lip and when she couldn’t care less about what was on the TV by the way she kept sighing. There were many little things about Elizabeth that you took notice of over the years, things that you carefully stocked in your memories because they were all details that made you love her more and more every day.

However, there was one thing you made a bigger effort to keep track of.

Her anxiety.

Elizabeth has been suffering from severe anxiety for many years now. She had talked about it in interviews and other things, but no one could understand the magnitude of her anxiety attacks unless they experienced it in person. You had been there to a fair share of them since you met, from the smaller ones where she would complain about feeling like a small weight in her chest to the bigger ones where you had to rush her to the hospital because you honestly thought she was about to have a heart attack. Since that day, you had vowed to always be attuned to the signals of her crisis so you could help Elizabeth get out of them before things got too hard for her to handle.

Elizabeth used to apologize every single time about it, about how she sometimes wouldn’t want to leave the house, how sometimes she would ask you to leave the restaurant that took you both so long to get a table at, how sometimes she needed to sit in complete silence to get herself together, but you always made sure to tell her it wasn’t her fault. Elizabeth had struggled with anxiety, panic attacks and social anxiety for many years now not because she wanted to, but because the media had chased her since she was young and she had grown in fear. That was something she struggled with and something you could help her with.

Or try your best, at the very least.

Since you knew about all of this, you easily realized Elizabeth’s anxiety was making an appearance, slipping through her very strong grip. You could see by the way her green eyes started moving around without focusing on anything, how her jaw clenched, how her breath became heavier and how her fingers kept picking at her dress. Evans was still talking and there was a microphone in front of you, not to mention how there were literally hundreds of eyes and cameras staring at you at that moment, so you couldn’t take her hands and ask her to breathe with you like you usually did.

You had to think fast, however, because Elizabeth’s anxiety escalates quickly and you wouldn’t want that to happen in a room filled with strangers since that was probably the reason why it was happening anyway. Elizabeth had gotten better at dealing with attending those events, giving interviews and talking with fans, but that didn’t mean she didn’t struggle every once in a while. It was still something that wasn’t easy for her, something that made her natural instincts ask her to run away as fast as she could.

Those long interviews made you tired, but they absolutely terrified Elizabeth. She hated the crowded room because she couldn’t spot the exit and her brain would play little tricks at her saying that, if something bad happened, there weren’t enough emergency doors to take everyone out safely. The cameras pointed at her made her overly conscious of every move she made, afraid of what people might capture to spread around. The screams and yells that the fans let go every once in a while made her ears hurt and her insides churn. It was awful.

Averting your eyes so people wouldn’t notice you had been watching her, you placed a gentle hand on her thigh under the table to offer her some comfort. That made Elizabeth jump in surprise, though, since she hadn’t been expecting it, so you quickly removed your hand and offered her a small smile in apology when she glanced at you. You felt bad about it, especially when you noticed the fear in her eyes, but you still tried to calm her down by offering her a smile.

Some of her tension washed away and her shoulders relaxed enough for you to feel safe to touch her again. When your hand touched her thigh this time around, Elizabeth was expecting it and she allowed the touch with a sigh. She threw you a thankful look before turning her head to the side to pay attention to what was being said in case anyone decided to pull her into the conversation, something you also tried to do.

Luckily - so damn luck, indeed - the interview ended just a few minutes after that. You played your part waving at the fans and offering them smiles, but you still held Elizabeth’s hand to pull her away from there as fast as you could without actually running. You were both sitting in the middle of the large table so it wasn’t an easy task. However, your eyes met Zendaya’s eyes for a moment and the girl wasted no time trying to discreetly move everyone out of the way so you could walk past with Elizabeth.

You took your girlfriend backstage and avoided everyone who tried to talk with you on the way until you found a quiet corner to sit down with her. You sat her down on top of a large technical equipment box and you jumped up to sit beside her, already shoving your hand inside your pocket to remove the three Sharpies you had taken with you that day. Green, blue and lilac were the colors you took from the case before leaving the hotel room that afternoon, and you didn’t think twice before handing them to her.

“Come on, I’m your canvas,” you told her lightly while reaching out your arm to her.

Your right arm was filled with tattoos from your shoulders to your wrist. That was something that made many casting directors frown to, but you loved it. That’s the way you find to express yourself and something you cherish. The tattoos were all blackwork, which means they didn’t have any colors added to them, and they were all different drawings that entwined between them thanks to the amazing work of your tattoo artist.

The first time Elizabeth ever drew on your skin was when you took her to the hospital that fateful day. You had seen your girlfriend looking so sad and scared lying down in a hospital bed after the doctor left saying it had been an anxiety attack that you just had to do something. You knew Elizabeth liked to use her hands to help herself calm down because she would run to her garden and spend hours there tending to the plants, putting her hands in the dirt and delicately touching every leaf. That’s why you took the pen that the doctor left behind without noticing and started to look for something she could write on, but there was nothing.

So, you just handed her the pen and told her to write something on your arm.

Elizabeth had looked at you like you were insane for even suggesting it and it took you a while to convince her to give it a try, however, it played out perfectly in the end. Elizabeth spent hours using the blue pen to color your tattoos and it did wonderful things to her anxiety. When the doctor returned, he was happy to say she was good to go and you were just glad that Elizabeth was back to her usual self asking you if you could stop somewhere to eat.

It wasn’t a perfect solution. It was temporary since it usually just calmed her down enough to keep going for a few more hours, but Elizabeth still needed to fully relax in silence, go to her garden or take a warm bath to avoid any real crisis. But that didn’t stop you from buying several Sharpies from different colors to have them around anytime she might need them. You made a habit out of walking around with them inside your pockets and Elizabeth stopped resisting using them to draw on you.

Sure, Elizabeth suggested she buy a notepad to carry with her, but you told her you didn’t mind being her personal canvas. You liked how she touched your skin gently with one hand while she used the other one to color your tattoos. You found it mesmerizing how she managed to make different details every time she drew on you. And you were just glad to be able to help her. Of course, you told Elizabeth it was okay if she preferred to have some paper to draw on, but luckily she didn’t argue against painting your arm instead.

It worked.

And that would have to do because you couldn’t take her to the hotel room you were sharing yet and it was clear that Elizabeth wasn’t feeling great.

“No,” your girlfriend said without taking the Sharpies from you. “We still have more interviews today.”

“Exactly,” you argued. “That’s fine. You know I don’t mind it.”

“People will make questions,” Elizabeth insisted, but it held no real resistance behind her words anymore. She was already taking the pens from you and you smiled happily at that.

“Let them,” was your reply.

A second later, Elizabeth took the green Sharpie to start painting one of the tattoos on the back of your arm.

When your castmates found you both, your skin was a mix of green, blue and lilac already, and Elizabeth's full attention was on the task in her hands. She didn’t look about to lose her mind anymore, her breathing was normal again, her hands weren’t shaking and her frown was purely because she was trying to keep the colors inside the line and not because she was in panic. Your friends gave you space because they didn’t want her to feel crowded again, but Holland lent you his jacket while you were all walking to the next interview to avoid questions and Elizabeth kissed your lips just before going on stage.

“You’re the best girlfriend in the world,” Elizabeth whispered against your skin.

You shrugged it off and leaned to kiss her forehead. “I love you,” you reminded her gently aware that you would climb every mountain and swim every ocean to make her happy.

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #celebrity x reader #marvel #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #fanfic #creative writing #my writing #drabble #fluff #slight angst

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dysfunctionalmaki · 4 months

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Say My Name

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Chapter 03/?

Summary: You work all around at the local country club, to your advantage you flirted and used your beauty to get what you want, though with this certain woman your own way can't seem to work.

Warning: This work contains smut and foul language, minors DNI!!

A/N: This update came too long but with the holidays going on, I was occupied but I assure this work could be smooth sailing from now on.

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You were nervous, that's the simplest way you can describe what you're feeling, the table by the window was occupied by Wanda who was having her lunch alone, you were too sure that your eyes would always meet with hers whenever you'd look her way. Yelena even noticed the way you're fiddling with the pen you're holding, Bucky had to steal it away from you since he can't stand the constant clicking sound that came from the object. “Well, what the hell are you doing here? Go do your pretty girl things that you always do, Y/N.” Barnes teased and you can't help but roll your eyes.

“What? No! Y/N, you're not pulling that shit with a married woman.” Yelena retorted, trying to play with your conscience until she chuckled. “Just kidding, go do your thing, her husband's an ass.” she snorted which made you laugh nervously, looking around the room you looked eyes with the redhead once more. Slightly raising her hand to get your attention, you went to be at her service after all you’re still her waitress. “What time are you heading out?” She asked casually which made you widen your eyes a little but you looked at your watch. “In four hours… I'm sure you won't push around your salad for that long.” You say which made the older woman smile. “I have some errands to do but I think it'll be nice to tell Yelena that you won't be going home with her.” Wanda says as she took her designer handbag, taking out her purse so she could get her credit card to pay for her meal.

Doing your job, you went to take it and bring it over to the counter. You weren't sure why you're so nervous, you've done this before… you've hooked up with people way shadier than Wanda, in fact… she's probably the most normal one you're about to go after. When they're finished with her card, you went back to Wanda to return the item to her. She smiled as you returned and took back her card, placing it back in her purse before putting on her sunglasses that made her look even hotter considering how well it matched her outfit. “I’ll pick you up, make sure those two keep their mouths shut about us.” she softly says before getting up from her seat, clearly talking about Yelena and Bucky who were basically watching from their stations.

Placing a hand on your forearm, gently squeezing on it and letting go of you almost immediately, then you watched her walk out of the restaurant with such elegance and style, she didn't have to wear the most obvious designer clothing to scream out that she's loaded, the way she carries herself and her aura was enough to tell that she's that kind of person. Getting inside of her luxury car that the valet got for her, that kind of vehicle was enough to tell you that she is surely a powerful woman. Making your way back to your station, the two gave a certain look and you're immediately reminded of what Wanda told you to do. “So… I hope you two can shut your mouth about this.” You say then Bucky shrugged. “I can keep my mouth shut, I don't know about this one.” Barnes teased while using his thumb to point at Yelena who's waiting on the drink he's making. “Just be careful with what you're doing, you're playing with fire here, Y/N.” she warned you, shrugging with what your friend said, you just went on to do your job.

Hours went by and you were exhausted, you've told Yelena that Wanda’s most probably picking you up, and you think that the older woman was… well, ‘man’ of her words. Heading into the restroom so you could freshen up after your shift, finally you've let your hair down, spray on perfume that has worn off hours ago, and finally you clock out. Heading to walk outside the country club, you see the familiar car that has picked you up once. Making your way towards there, you hear someone call your name and it's coming from a car that just pulled up. “Y/N, how are you darling?” The familiar voice called to you which surprised you, Wanda was about to open the door for you from the inside but confused by what made you stop.

“Diana? Hi! How are you home so soon?” You greeted the other woman who just exited her car, Diana wrapped her arms around you the moment she got close to you, you went to look at Wanda’s car and you're sure as hell that she's watching all this happening. “The meeting went well, everything goes to my approval hence why I'm back here early, didn't tell you ‘cause I'm planning to surprise you… seems like I did.” she says as she batted an eye towards the redhead’s car. “Well, yeah- I'm actually surprised.” you say then you looked at Diana before gently pulling away from her arms. “Mhmm, are you coming with me or not?” she asked so casually. Meanwhile, Wanda can't really hear what you and this woman was talking about, though she could sense there's something between you and this stranger but she didn't want to pry much instead she just waited.

“I- I'm afraid I can't, I made a commitment and I really stick by my words… you know that.” you say which made Diana roll her eyes. “Sure, but you know where to find me and you'd have to promise that you're going to make it up to me.” She says which made you bite the inside of your cheek. “Of course, you know I always do.” You say and finally you bid your goodbyes to her, and Wanda unlocked the door for you… now, you awkwardly get inside her car. “She looks familiar.” Wanda commented the moment she finally drove off. “Oh, she's also a member of the club so you probably ran into her a couple of times if you went here back then.” you say while the redhead nod in response.

“So, I'm going to ask the same question that I asked you last night in our texts… You're aware that I am a married woman, right?” she asked then you simply answer with a yes. “You like trouble don't you? The way that woman held you? There's something there isn't it?” she softly chuckled then you took a moment to think what to answer. “Well, it's no secret that Diana and I do go out… completely casual and no strings attached.” you say causing Wanda to raise a brow. “I hope you're not expecting the same thing with me, Y/N.” the redhead softly spoke. “I don't like sharing at all.” she added with the most innocent smile that she could put on.

“But I think you and I both know what I want.” you say honestly and Maximoff looked at you for a moment. “Oh, you're getting straight to it?” she chuckled before biting her lower lip. “Well, this is how it usually is, right? The married woman goes for the girl she wants to experiment with and once it's done… it's done.” you say, causing the older woman to laugh softly. “Marrying a man is more like the experiment.” Wanda scoffed, she went to drive a little longer and finally you both arrived at some motel out of town, well, she probably chose this one so no one could recognize the both of you and especially her.

Getting out of the car, you went after her just tailing behind her, heading into the motel the older woman asked you to do most of the talking so you did, you chose a decent room for the both of you. While you two were in the elevator, you went to move a little closer to Wanda’s side. “It's Diana Prince… I think she works for Wayne's company.” Wanda says all of a sudden. “Yes, that's her. Do you know her?” She shook her head at your question then you nodded yours. “Well, it's probably just I've seen her whenever I have to do some errands when I do business meetings with their company.” she added. “And you're aware that I'm married to a man who's somehow related to Stark too, right?” you nodded your head once more.

The moment the elevator, Wanda went ahead first and you followed after her, though you had to go first eventually since you're the one holding the key card. The moment you two were inside, Wanda went to look around the room for a moment, while you placed your bag on the chair by the desk near the bed. “What do you mean you don't like to share?” you ask her and tracing back to what she said earlier. “If you want to get me and have me, I want you to have me and only me.” Wanda says and she turns to face you. “Come on, I'm sure you're aware how much of a pretty face you are.” she added which made you even more confused.

“You really want me to put it into simpler terms?” Wanda says with a sigh before composing herself, walking closer to you. “I want to be the only one kissing this lips of yours, be the only one who gets to mark you up… take you whenever I want and whenever I need.” the more the redhead talked about her whims for you, you can't help but feel your body warm up. Eventually, you felt her hand resting on your waist. “You're going to have an affair with a powerful woman, Y/N, are you sure you're ready to take the heat?” she asked as she pulled you closer to her, fingers slowly digging into your skin. “I- uh- You mean I have to drop every possible connection that I have?” That was the question you could ask, sure it does sound stupid but your mind stop working when this woman had you under her spell.

“Well, you're quite greedy if you want to keep me around and still have other people, don't you think?” she asked then finally your face was only a couple of inches apart from hers. “I mean… I know I'm a catch, sweetheart.” she confidently says. Unsure of what to say at this point, all you know is that the both of you were staring at each other's lips, you didn't know how it occurred and who made the move first all you know is that the both of you started kissing… It was needy, hot, and desperate. To your surprise, it was Wanda taking the control here, you were always the one in control… they always have the hots for you and not vice versa, but this woman certainly has her way for you.

Eventually, you found yourself going at Wanda’s flow, you could feel the warmth of her tongue against yours, her wet muscle just swirling against yours. You walked backwards, trying to get a feel whether you're near the bed or not and as the back of your leg hit it, you slowly sank to your knees and sat on the mattress. This time your hands were around the older woman's waist, you were trying to take control this time… your hand was hiking up the blouse that she was wearing, yet you were stopped when she held your wrist. “Who said that you could touch?” Wanda purred as she parted her lips from yours just so she could speak. “I've got to have you first before you get me, malysh…” she spoke in her thick sokovian accent that caused butterflies all over your stomach.

“I- uh- I'm yours…” you stuttered which made Wanda chuckle. “We both know you're not there yet, sweetheart.” she says and you know damn well that she's not wrong. “But, we'll get there.” she whispered against your lips, now she crashed her lips against yours once again. The redhead straddles your lap, her lips moving perfectly with yours, you never felt this desperate… desperate for someone's touch, lips, and warmth. “Give me a chance tonight…” you mumbled against her lips which made her smirk. “No, I want you to crave for me… to the point you'll have no choice but to submit yourself to me.” she answered.

For a couple of hours the both of you didn't do anything but make out, and you've never felt so frustrated, neither of you took your clothes off. Here you are facing the mirror by the sink at the mirror, and what's worse? You're alone, the older woman had to leave since she had to be home when her husband unexpectedly came home. Taking your phone from your bag, you went to call someone.

“Hey, I know it's late and you're probably tired but I was wondering… if you can pick me up?” you hear a soft laugh from the other end. “You didn't score? You're not in your game, darling?” Diana teased which made you chuckle. “I guess you can say that.” You went to tell her where the motel was, this woman actually drove this late so she could get to you, she asked what your room number is and not even an hour later she was knocking on your door. “Should have come with me.” she says before leaning instantly for a kiss and you made sure to give her that satisfaction.

Spending the rest of the night with Diana instead of Wanda whom you came here with, lavishing on Prince’s warmth and taste on the same bed where you made out with the redhead you had earlier. You really are playing with fire after all, it's either you burn brighter than the fire you caused or be burnt, and you know you're never one to back out from a challenge.

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sugarybitterness · 2 years

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never the same love twice - wanda maximoff x reader

a/n; it’s slightly angsty buckle up folks. short lil blurb because life but i wiillll hopefully have something from scarletwidow life lessons up soon🫡 anywhos enjoy the pain! also has hints of past nat & reader

you knew that it had been a dangerous game. you toed the line between romantic and platonic one too many times, blinded by the affection you held for a certain witch.

wanda deserves the world, that sentiment hasn’t changed. she deserves to be happy, deserves to be loved, deserves to be shown that’s she’s so so precious every single day.

wanda maximoff had been hurt so many times, all you wanted was to show her that she was still worthy. worthy of good.

as you watch her and vision dance closely at one of stark’s parties, sometimes you get a glimpse of her shy smile. her twinkling eyes staring up at the object of her affection, him.

you wonder how you ever thought you could compare. your eyes travel across the dance floor to where natasha and maria are sipping on their drinks, bodies pressing next to each other as they in converse in hushed whispers. ever the trained spy, natasha is quick to catch your gaze. the redhead sends a questioning head tilt your way and you simply smile, raising your own glass in a small toast.

natasha has always been your best friend. of course, your stupid heart had to have fallen for her too. but she and maria complemented each other perfectly.

you supposed you should be glad that things were still good, that you could still call natasha one of your closest friends despite all that happened.

downing the last of your drink, you let out a small sigh as you get to your feet. your heart feels heavy with the affection you have, the affection you’re too afraid to share.

you sneak another glance towards wanda, who this time catches you about to leave. you feel a slight knocking in your head and you immediately relax yourself so her voice could flow in.

“you’re heading back? are you alright, do you need any company?”

your lips curl into a smile at her sweet words, her voice soothing you more than she could imagine.

“i’m fine. enjoy your night witchy.”

now maybe, if this was a fairytale, someone else would come in. cut you off as you leave and offer you a dance. if it was a far fetched figment of your overactive imagination, it would’ve been wanda who was asking you for a dance. would’ve been wanda walking away from vision to you.

but the reality of it all is that you are alone. you go back to your room alone, and maybe wanda would come by after to gush about her magical time with vision. you would smile, match her energy and tell her that she deserves this. she deserves to be so wholeheartedly loved.

and later on, after she had left to go back to her room, you would be alone once more.

the loneliness is daunting, and you know that when the sun rises again the next day, you’ll be back to missing her. vying for her attention and soaking up whatever she can give you. giving her all the affection you can because you have so much of it. the slightly disapproving looks from your friends tell you all you need to know, that this will probably end in flames and with you being hurt. but you knew you would do it all again.

“there are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.” - F Scott Fitzgerald

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff angst #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch angst

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wandanatsgf · 2 months

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Why Won't You Love Me

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 708

Summary: You can tell your relationship is falling apart, but maybe there's still some hope for it

“I’m sick of always fighting, Wanda,” you say into the phone. Wanda was currently away for yet another mission, leaving you alone in your apartment for the millionth time.

“If you would just listen to me for once we wouldn’t be fighting,” she retorts back.

You can feel your frustration and anger rising and you knew you needed to hang up before you said something you’d regret.

“Whatever Wanda,” you say. You quickly hang up and put your phone on airplane mode, not wanting to deal with this right now.

You knew yours and Wanda’s relationship was falling apart. You were constantly fighting and arguing, but you didn't want to let her go.

You glance down at your phone to check the time and you see Wanda’s face, your screensaver. You had just gotten home one day and you saw your girlfriend cooking in the kitchen. She was singing and dancing along to a Taylor Swift song. She looked so happy you just had to take a picture. It quickly became your favorite picture of her, even though she hated it.

“What are we doing?” you say to yourself. You can feel tears threatening to fall down your face. You love Wanda and you don’t want to lose her. You just can't take the loneliness anymore. She was always away and it ate you up inside.

You switch airplane mode off and your phone starts to blow up.

"Why did you hang up on me?" the first message reads.

"Call me back," another says.

"I'm on my way home," the latest message says.

You're not sure whether to feel relieved or anxious. You sit in a brown armchair in the living room until you hear the front door open an hour later.

"Hi," you hear Wanda say.

"Hi," you greet back. You can feel the tension in the air.

"We need to talk," you say.

"I'm listening."

"I love you Wanda, I really do, but I'm so sick of feeling alone all the time," you let out. You can feel hot tears fall down your cheeks, but you pay them no mind.

"What are you talking about? You're not alone," she says, gesturing to herself.

"But I am, Wanda. You're rarely ever here anymore."

"That's not true and you know it."

"Yes, it is Wanda and we both know it, no matter what you say, you know it's true."

"Oh please I'm always here."

You can feel many tears falling down your face, some from sadness and some from frustration. Wanda just doesn't see it.

"What more do you fucking want Y/n," she yells at you as she sees your tears.

“I just want you to fucking love me,” you scream out. “I wake up alone, I go to bed alone. You’re never here Wanda. You’re always busy with missions. Something’s always more important and I’m sick of being the only person in this relationship.” You can feel the tension and anxiety roll of your back at your outburst. It felt good to no longer bottling up your feelings.

Wanda is silent. She doesn't say anything as she wraps her arms around you and kisses your head. You can feel yourself breaking down in her arms.

"I'm so sorry dorogoya. I didn't realize," you can hear Wanda's voice start to shake.

"Please let me make this up to you." Wanda pulls away from you and takes your face in her hands. "Please detka," she begs. She pulls out her puppy dog eyes, which she knows you can't refuse.

"Alright but you have a lot of making up to do," you say.

"I'll take the whole week off and spend it just with you and we can do whatever you want ok."

"Ok Wanda," you say. You bring her in for a hug and just enjoy the feeling of her body against yours.

"Now let's go to bed, I'm exhausted from all of this," you say. You drag Wanda with you to bed and cuddle up against her.

"I really didn't mean to hurt you baby. I just...I didn't realize what I was doing until I realized how it was affecting you."

"I know you didn't Wanda. It's alright. I'm not going anywhere," you reassure her. You place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

"I love you Y/n and I'm gonna make this right."

A smile forms on your lips. "I love you too Wands."

#wanda x reader #marvel #mcu #wanda maximoff x reader #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #angst with a happy ending #angst

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natsgrave · 5 months

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TOLERATE IT | elizabeth olsen

While you were out building other worlds, where was I? You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I break free and leave us in ruins? ( story inspired by @taylorswift song bcs i love her sm ) i'm not sure if someone else already wrote something like this or what, but if you see a story quite similar to this, let me know so i could give them a proper credit. thankyou!! ( colored wording would be the lyrics ) i do not give permission for my work to be copied or translated on other sites. plagiarism is a crime!! masterlist

Y/N'S POV Lizzie and I had been together for five years. We met in college, fell deeply in love, and spent countless nights talking about our dreams and aspirations. We were each other's rock, supporting each other through thick and thin.

But how can a perfect relationship turn into a toxic one where we barely talk anymore?

I sit and watch you reading with your head low

I don't know what happened. I don't know how to fix it, it that I didn't even know exist. One second we were fine then the next, we're like strangers.

All I could do is sit here and watch her read the script for her new movie. Reading with her head low and sitting far away from me, almost as if I have a disease. As if there's an invisible wall between us.

We would always sit in silence, her pretending to watch TV or read books, but the tension between us was palpable. I know she could feel my eyes on her, but she never spared me a glance. It was as if she was avoiding me intentionally.

Minutes ticked by, and I decided to make her food. After making anchovy, I gently touch her on the shoulder. She jumped, startled, and looked up to find me standing next to her, holding out a plate.

"I made you your favorite," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Anchovy toast."

Lizzie took the plate from my hand, "Thank you." she replied before looking back at the script once again.

I simply nodded and sat down where I originally sitting, and focused on my own hands folded in my lap with a sigh.

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes close. I sit and watch you, I notice everything you do or don't do, you're so much older and wiser

I woke up around five in the morning, the sun hadn't completely risen yet, but the little lighting shone through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. My gaze fell upon my girlfriend, who lay beside me sleeping lightly. The rise and fall of her chest matched the rhythm of her breathing, a calming sight that used to bring me comfort.

As I lay in bed, I couldn't help but watch my partner, Lizzie, sleeping peacefully beside me. I stayed there, watching her for a moment and appreciate the sight before me. But despite the serenity of the scene, I still felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

Lizzie had always been a restless sleeper, constantly shifting positions throughout the night and sometimes even talking in her sleep. But tonight, she was lying completely still, her face calm and relaxed. If someone saw it, they would instantly let it go and think that she's in a deep slumber but I'm not just someone.

I know the truth.

She was pretending to be asleep and it felt like she didn't want to wake up beside me, like she is simply tolerating my presence.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid, use my best colors for your portrait

They were small things I did for her, but meaningful nonetheless. Always wait by the door every day to greet her, to offer and show her some love and comfort after a hard day at work. I would always stand there, gazing out into the evening sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of my lover making her way home from work. It didn't matter what time it was, or how tired I am after a long day, I always made sure to be there, waiting for Lizzie.

I even took painting classes as it seemed to ease my mind. I poured all of my emotions into my painting, using every color in the palette to capture the beauty of Lizzie's face. I spent hours each day working on the portrait, trying to convey the depth of my feelings for her and I'd use my best colors for her portraits.

Lay the table with the fancy shit, and watch you tolerate it

I had always been a perfectionist when it comes to cooking and entertaining. I would always spent hours in the kitchen, preparing elaborate meals and setting beautiful tables for my lover. I would carefully select the finest ingredients, meticulously prepare each dish, and arrange the table with exquisite linens, flowers, and candles.

I'd make her favorite dishes, lay the table with best cutlery and yet again, no matter how hard I tried, she never seemed to appreciate my efforts. All Lizzie gave back were strained smiles, small and almost whispered hums, and nods in acknowledgment of my attempts, and a whisper of "thanks," as she shoveled the food into her mouth, barely taking the time to taste or savor any of it.

she seemed to simply… tolerate it.

If it's all in my head tell me now, tell me I've got it wrong somehow

Despite my best efforts to communicate openly and honestly with Lizzie, I felt like she wasn't really listening to me, and it made me feel invisible. I began to wonder if I was overthinking everything, if maybe I was the one who was misinterpreting our interactions. Maybe I was being too sensitive, too needy.

Maybe I was the one who was crazy, paranoid.

I felt so alone, so lost, and so unsure of what to do.

I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it

I began to feel like I was living in a dream world where everything I created was invisible to everyone else. It was as if I was speaking a language that nobody understood, except for my own echoes in mind.

"Liz," I said with a trembling voice, "I've been giving everything I have to make you happy, but it feels like you don't see or appreciate it anymore. I feel taken for granted."

My choice of words caught her off guard, she paused for a moment before responding. "Y/N, I never asked you to do all these things for me. I don't need grand gestures to feel loved, I thought you knew that."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this really what our relationship had become? A constant stream of argument and neglect?

Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the disconnect between our expectations. I had been trying so hard to show her love in a way that I thought she would appreciate, but it had only pushed us further apart.

And it happen, I finally snapped.

I felt a surge of anger and frustration well up inside of me.

Why was I putting so much effort into something that seemed to bring her no joy? Why did I care so deeply about pleasing someone who didn't seem to care about me at all?

I knew, I couldn't keep living this way, constantly pouring my heart and soul into something that brought me nothing but pain and disappointment. I realized that no matter how much I gave, Lizzie would never truly reciprocate and still, I constantly yearn for someone who clearly did not want me.

With a heavy heart, I packed my bags. Our relationship had become toxic, with me constantly sacrificing myself for someone who didn't appreciate me. I knew it was time to leave, before I lost any more pieces of myself.

Before leaving, I took a one last look, the last thing I want to remember was the way Elizabeth used to laugh at my jokes, enjoy our food, take me out on dates. The last thing I want to remember was how she used to love my presence, and not just tolerate it.

Maybe one day someone would be enough to have their love celebrated by her.

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