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bethsvrse · 1 month
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when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly I’ve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour
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abisalli · 3 months
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Have some Dadneto with the twins. No take backs! 🏃‍♀️
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The Babysitter Masterlist
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Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?
A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.
Ongoing. Word Count- 158k
Chapters:
1- Meeting the Maximoffs
2- Cookies and Cuteness
3- Falling Asleep On The Job
4- Parks and Puppies
5- Blame
6- Catching A Liar
7- Taking Care
8- Birthday Wishes
9- Shot In The Back
10- A Moment Of Weakness
11- Kiss Me
12- Like A Date?
13- Let's Go Home
14- You're All I Want
15- I Want To Make You Feel Good.
16- A Way To De-Stress
17- Hesitance
18- I Love You
19- Hopelessly In Love
20- Is Someone Jealous?
21- Together?
22- I've Got You Detka
23- Welcome To The Family
24- The 'Talk'
25- Beach House Shenanigans
26- Best Birthday Ever
27- A New Toy
28- A Moment Together
29- I'm Going To Kill Him
30- Punishments
31- I'm Here
32- The Right Person
33- Talk To Me
34- Family Night
35- All I'll Ever Need
36- Surprise Trip
37- Meet Me In My Office
More Chapters to come :)
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fandomnerd9602 · 3 months
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Wanda: Strange I’m happy here
Strange: in this illusion?
Wanda: what? No this is my farm. I bought it. I met my detka after Westview. We got married and Y/N’s been helping me with the boys
Y/N walks out of the house with a stroller carrying newborns Billy and Tommy…
Y/N: sorry honey the boys wouldn’t sleep until they saw their momma.
Wanda: oh my detkas
Wanda lifts both up to her chest…
Y/N encircles them all in a hug…
Strange: you have a very lovely family.
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marvelnatswhore · 1 year
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pervert step mommy wanda thoughts <3
she is becoming my favourite thing again sooo here's some thoughts-
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i got a little carried away -nsfw below!
a few warnings: Cnc, mommy kink, exhibitionism & tiny mentions of drugging
Wanda was very insistent you call her mommy when you met and you quickly realised how much you liked it too
She always comes into your room without warning. If she caught you naked, well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing would it?
wanda’s favourite time to visit you is at night so she can play with her pretty girl all she wants.. <3
She likes to pull you against her chest and touch you while you sleep; sometimes she just wants to grope your tits and rub your pussy to watch you whimper under her and get all helplessly wet.
sometimes she’ll have a little more fun with you and edge you slowly with her fingers being careful not to wake you up.
Even if that meant a little sleeping pill or two she needed to slip in your tea.
Wanda knows you have a crush on her and she’ll go to any length to watch you fold under her.
She’ll often masturbate to videos she's taken of herself fucking you while you sleep.
She knows you can hear her moaning and maybe she accidentally forgot to close the door all the way..
though it wouldn't be a shame if you decided to watch her. 
 Wanda makes it a habit to wear short clothing around you and sometimes just a sports bra and shorts around the house.
It's cute watching you turn all red when mommy’s boobs are out and she loves it when you stare at her.
You'd notice something was happening when you keep waking up with soaked panties and sticky sheets or sometimes you’d wake up without panties at all.
Wanda does your laundry and she always teases you for it
“Oh sweetheart it happened again? All these little wet dreams you’re having hmm, I’ve washed your panties like 10 times this week!” 
“Sorry wanda… i don’t know why-”
“Baby i told you to call me mommy didn’t i?” 
It’s hardly long before she makes a move on you. 
Wanda has all to herself for the weekend and she can't stop thinking about you. 
she spends the day teasing you relentlessly.
you’d be lying if you said all the attention she was giving you, didn’t turn you on. 
 Wanda insisted you try yoga with her, maybe it was just getting to watch you bend over in tight leggings but you enjoyed it too. 
especially when she comes up behind you to "correct your positions"
she'll press herself against your ass, and makes sure you notice the bulge in her pants
if you asked wanda what she was doing she'll cut you off by telling you to relax yourself.
She’ll pull you back up against her chest and slide her hand down your front and further into your pants until she’s cupping your soaking pussy. 
“Mommy-” 
“That’s it baby just relax ok? I’ve wanted to fuck this pretty pussy for weeks"
She’ll pull your leggings down and run her hands over your bare skin, before she fucks you with her strap until you're coming all over her, even a little longer with some praise. 
She’ll happily carry you to her bedroom and clean you up
maybe undressing herself to masturbate in front of you while you’re still a subby little mess for mommy.
God she teases you for days after
pulling you into her bedroom or the bathroom with her to kiss you and stick her hand down your pants to feel how much you want her.
and how could you not want her?
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The Double Life of My Wife x W.M
Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff
When Y/n can't pay off her mother's medical bills she has to once again go to her father to help her pay, but when Steve has married Y/n's new step-mother, Peggy, Y/n has to marry the bastard child of the Maximoff family to pay for her mother's bills, what happens when Wanda isn't what she says she is?
A/N: By popular demand and votes, here is the preview my dear friends!
Overall Warnings: Hate sex (so much hate sex), angst, fake dating, fake marriage, enemies to lovers, smut, the biggest strap you will ever read about, play fighting, wanda and reader are such big and aggressive switches, they practically like to tackle each other and fight for the right to be top, majority times wanda wins except for a couple of times, mainly!top!wanda, homophobia, cancer, sick natty :(.
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I don't know how long this is going to be, but here are the chapters I already have planned:
Chapter 1- Dearest Mother Nat
Chapter 2- Bastard Maximoff
Chapter 3- A White Wedding
Chapter 4- The Sweetest People, Are The Deadliest
Chapter 5- Never My Name
Chapter 6- Abuse Me, Use Me
Chapter 7- A Tear In The Marriage
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midastouch013 · 25 days
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" I Love You" (Angst Version)
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Summary: You've loved Natasha, and she loved you too, or so you thought
Warnings: Angst, The ending is up to you
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The flickering light from the muted television danced across the room as you and Natasha sat in silence. The weight of unspoken words hung in the air like a heavy fog, and the distance Natasha maintained felt insurmountable. The events of what the news had been calling the 'Infinity War' had taken a very large toll on both of you, leaving scars that ran deeper than any physical wounds.
As the familiar theme song of FRIENDS played, you couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted, something irrevocable. Taking a shaky breath, you decided it was time to address the growing chasm between you.
"Nat," you began, your voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and desperation. "We need to talk."
She turned to look at you, her green eyes guarded and distant. Natasha's walls were up, and you couldn't help but feel like an intruder in her fortress. You tried to find the right words, but they eluded you, slipping through your fingers like sand.
"I love you," you finally confessed, your voice breaking with the weight of unshed tears. "But it feels like you're slipping away, and I don't know how to bring you back."
Natasha's expression remained stoic, a painful silence stretching between you. The seconds ticked by, the air heavy with unspoken pain.
"I thought… I thought we were in this together," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the television. "But it's like you're shutting me out, and I don't know how to reach you anymore."
The distance seemed to grow, an unspoken void widening between you. Natasha didn't respond, and the lack of acknowledgment cut deeper than any words could. You felt a lump forming in your throat, choking back the tears that threatened to spill over.
And with that, you walked out of the room, going to find somewhere to cry, considering of the 2 people you turned to, one was the reason you were crying and the other had dusted.
Days passed, and the emotional chasm between you and Natasha only deepened. The once-shared moments of comfort and companionship now felt like distant memories. The silence became a suffocating presence, each passing moment echoing the pain of unrequited love.
One evening, after yet another mission that left scars too deep to heal, you found Natasha alone in the common area. She was nursing a glass of whiskey, her gaze fixed on a point far beyond the confines of the room. You hesitated before approaching, the ache in your chest almost palpable.
"We need to talk, Nat," you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil within. "This can't go on like this."
She looked at you, her eyes empty, void of the warmth that once drew you in. Without a word, you sat down beside her, the silence stretching like an unbridgeable chasm.
"I can't do this anymore," you admitted, your voice breaking. "I can't watch you drift away and not do anything about it. It hurts too much."
Natasha's lips trembled, and for a moment, it seemed like she might say something. But the words remained trapped, suffocated by the weight of the unspoken.
"I love you," you said, the tears finally escaping, tracing a path down your cheeks. "But I can't keep loving someone who won't let me in."
The room fell into an unbearable silence, and you stood up, leaving Natasha alone with the echoes of a love that had unraveled. The door closed behind you, sealing the pain and heartache within, and you walked away, knowing that some wounds might never heal.
Days turned into weeks, and the void left by your absence lingered like a haunting ghost. Natasha, too proud to admit her own pain, threw herself into missions with a fierce determination. The laughter that once filled the shared moments was replaced by a desolate silence.
One day, as Natasha found herself alone in the room you both used to share, the emptiness became too much to bear. The memories of your presence, the warmth of your touch, haunted her like a relentless specter. She traced her fingers along the edge of the couch, as if hoping to find some residue of the love that had slipped away.
The door creaked open, breaking the heavy silence, and Natasha turned to see you standing in the doorway. Your eyes, once filled with love, now held a mix of sadness and resignation.
"I thought I could live without you," Natasha admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But every day feels like a battle, and I'm losing."
You took a tentative step into the room, the distance between you more palpable than ever. The air crackled with the unresolved tension that had become the new norm.
"I miss you," Natasha said, her vulnerability laid bare. "But I don't know how to fix this. I'm afraid I've broken something I can't mend."
You wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had grown between you, but the scars of the unspoken pain still stung. The room became a battlefield of emotions, the love that once bound you now replaced by an aching void.
"It's not easy for me either," you admitted, your voice carrying the weight of your own heartache. "But I can't keep watching you drift away. We either find a way back to each other or accept that it's over."
The decision hung in the air, a heavy cloud that refused to dissipate. The room, once filled with shared laughter and whispered promises, now stood as a silent witness to the unraveling of a love that couldn't withstand the weight of the unspoken.
And then, just
when the tension seemed unbearable, Natasha broke the silence with a wry smile. "You know, they say communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Maybe we should've invested in a giant neon sign that says 'Talk to Me' or something."
Despite the heaviness of the moment, you couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the suggestion. Natasha's attempt at humor, however small, was a flicker of the person you fell in love with.
"I'm serious," she continued, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Next time, let's hire a skywriter or something. Subtlety clearly isn't our strong suit."
Your laughter echoed in the room, a welcome respite from the tension that had gripped both of you. It was a small crack in the wall, but it felt like a start.
"I missed your sense of humor," you admitted, a genuine smile breaking through the lingering sadness.
"Likewise," Natasha replied, her gaze softening. "Maybe we should stick to saving the world instead of navigating relationships. It seems simpler."
As the laughter subsided, you found yourselves sitting side by side, the weight of the unspoken lifting, if only for a moment. The road to recovery was uncertain, but the shared chuckle was a reminder that sometimes, even in the darkest moments, a bit of humor could be the first step toward healing. The room, once a battleground of emotions, now held the promise of a different kind of conversation—one that involved laughter, understanding, and maybe, just maybe, a giant neon sign.
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Okay, so I'm doing more versions, what other versions would you like ?
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wandanatsgf · 26 days
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Why Won't You Love Me
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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."
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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years
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I am a Wanda Maximoff apologist first and a human being second thank you very much
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witchmaximoff · 2 months
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Unspoken Heart
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader (Platonic) Wanda Maximoff x Vision
Summary: Where Y/N grapples with unrequited feelings for her friend Wanda. Despite her love being unreciprocated, Y/N selflessly prioritizes Wanda's happiness, willing to make sacrifices to ensure her well-being.
Warnings: Unrequited love, friendzone, angst, death, no happy ending.
Word count: 1097
NOTE: This is my first time writing something so I wanted to try, but English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes. Please give me some feedback, it might encourage me to do more if you like it 🌹
Suddenly, the bell above the door chimes, and in walks Wanda Maximoff, her presence commanding attention even in a crowded room. Your heart skips a beat as she spots you and makes her way over, a warm smile gracing her lips.
You find yourself in the bustling city of New York, where the chaos of everyday life seems to fade away as you step into a quaint little cafe. Sitting alone at a table near the window, you watch the rain drizzle down outside, lost in your thoughts.
"Hey, Y/N," she greets you, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you. "Mind if I join you?" You nod eagerly, trying to contain the butterflies in your stomach as she settles in. The two of you have been friends for years, but lately, your feelings for Wanda have been anything but platonic.
As you chat about mundane things, you can't help but steal glances at her, admiring the way the soft light of the cafe accentuates her features. But deep down, you know that she only sees you as a friend, nothing more.
The conversation turns to deeper topics, and you find yourself opening up to Wanda about your hopes, your dreams, and your fears. She listens intently, her empathy and understanding washing over you like a warm embrace.
But as the night wears on and the cafe begins to empty out, a heavy silence settles between you. You can feel the weight of your unspoken words hanging in the air, the truth of your unrequited love threatening to spill out.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you gather your courage and speak up, your voice barely above a whisper. "Wanda, there's something I need to tell you..."
But before you can finish, Wanda reaches across the table and gently places her hand on yours, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Y/N," she says softly, her eyes searching yours, "I cherish our friendship more than anything. You mean the world to me."
Your heart sinks at her words, the sting of rejection cutting deep. You force a smile, masking the pain behind it as you nod, pretending that her friendship is enough.
But as you watch her leave the cafe, the rain still falling outside, you can't help but wonder what could have been if only she felt the same way.
As you step out into the rain-soaked streets, the cool droplets patter against your skin, mirroring the tumultuous emotions swirling within you. Each raindrop feels like a tiny reminder of the tears you've been holding back, the ache in your chest growing heavier with each step.
The neon lights of the city blur through the mist, casting an eerie glow on the pavement below as you walk aimlessly, lost in your thoughts. The sound of distant thunder echoes in the night, a somber symphony that matches the rhythm of your breaking heart.
You can't help but replay the conversation with Wanda over and over in your mind, each word a painful reminder of the unrequited love that weighs you down. The knowledge that she will never feel the same way gnaws at you, tearing at your soul with relentless persistence.
But as you trudge through the rain-soaked streets, you find solace in the solitude, the emptiness of the night offering a fleeting sense of comfort. You know that admitting your true feelings to Wanda would only lead to heartache, so you choose to keep them locked away, hidden beneath a facade of friendship.
Despite the ache in your chest and the loneliness that threatens to consume you, you cling to the hope that one day, you'll find peace in loving Wanda from afar. For now, all you can do is embrace the rain, letting it wash away the pain as you navigate the stormy seas of unrequited love.
The rain continues to fall, a silent witness to the unspoken heartache that lingers in the air, a poignant reminder of the sacrifices we make in the name of love.
After walking for a long time in the raining streets Y/N go back to the compound, as you enter your clothes clinging to your skin and your hair dripping with rainwater, you feel a sense of exhaustion wash over you. Despite the late hour and the weariness that weighs heavy on your shoulders, you can't shake the feeling of unease that gnaws at your gut.
Dragging yourself towards the kitchen, you hope to find some semblance of comfort in the familiar surroundings of the Avengers' home. But as you approach the entrance, your heart clenches painfully in your chest at the sight that greets you.
There, standing in the warm glow of the kitchen lights, is Wanda, her laughter ringing out like music in the stillness of the night. But it's not her laughter that catches your attention, it's the way she's leaning in close to Vision, their bodies almost touching as they engage in animated conversation.
A pang of jealousy shoots through you like a bolt of lightning, your breath catching in your throat as you watch them interact. The intimacy between them is palpable, a stark contrast to the platonic bond you share with Wanda, and it only serves to deepen the ache in your heart.
For a moment, you're frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding before you. Every word they exchange feels like a dagger to your heart, a painful reminder of the love that will forever be out of reach.
But as the reality of the situation sinks in, you realize that you can't bear to witness their closeness any longer. With a heavy sigh, you turn away, retreating into the shadows of the compound, your heart heavy with sorrow.
As you make your way to your room, the sound of their laughter echoing in your ears, you can't help but wonder if there will ever come a day when you can look at Wanda and Vision together without feeling the sting of your broken heart.
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As the Avengers embark on a mission, Y/N finds herself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions. The weight of their unrequited love for Wanda weighs heavy on their heart, threatening to consume them with each passing second, minute and day.
As the chaos of battle unfolds, Y/N's heart races with a mixture of fear, hurt and desperation. Amidst the chaos of battle, Y/N's thoughts are a jumbled mess, her focus fractured by the relentless barrage of her own inner turmoil. She struggles to keep up with their teammates, her mind constantly drifting back to Wanda and the pain that her presence brings.
In a moment she watches in horror as Vision, the object of Wanda's affections, finds himself in mortal peril. Despite the agony of her rejected love for Wanda, a fierce determination takes hold of Y/N as she rushes to his aid.
Ignoring the danger that surrounds her, Y/N throws herself into the fray, determined to shield Vision from harm at any cost. With every blow she takes, her love for Wanda burns bright in her heart, driving her forward with an intensity she never knew she possessed.
But as the battle reaches its climax, Y/N finds herself facing down an enemy she cannot defeat. With a sense of grim resignation, she gets ready to make the ultimate sacrifice, knowing that it may be the only way to save Vision and the rest of the team.
In a moment of selfless bravery, Y/N throws herself in front of Vision, taking the full force of the enemy's attack. Pain courses through her body like fire, but amidst the agony, she feels a sense of peace knowing that she has protected the one Wanda loves most.
As Y/N lie on the ground, her strength fading with each passing moment, she hears Wanda's anguished cries as she rushes to Y/N's side. Tears blur your vision as you look up at her, your voice barely a whisper as you speak the words that have been weighing heavy on your heart.
"You love him, don't you?" you say, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and resignation. "I'll do everything to make you happy even if it means giving my life for the person you love, even if that person isn't me"
As Y/N lies in Wanda's arms, their strength waning with each passing moment, she can feel the weight of Wanda's guilt pressing down on her like a leaden blanket. Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, she can see the torment etched on Wanda's face, the anguish in her eyes mirroring the turmoil of her soul.
"Why did you do this?" Wanda whispers, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why would you sacrifice yourself for me, for him?"
Y/N's smile is bittersweet as she gaze up at Wanda, her heart heavy with the knowledge of the pain they have caused. "Because I love you," you reply softly, your words a whispered confession borne of a love that knows no bounds.
Wanda's breath catches in her throat at the sincerity in your voice, her heart breaking anew at the realization of the depth of their feelings. She cradles you closer to her chest, her fingers trembling as she brushes away the tears that stain your cheeks.
"But why?" she whispers, her voice choked with tears. "Why would you give up everything for someone who can never love you back?"
Your smile falters for a moment as you struggle to find the words to explain the unexplainable. But then, as you feel the physical pain of your sacrifice gnawing at your body, you feel the relief of your emotional pain fill your broken heart.
"Because," you whisper, your voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of chaos and despair. "Because for just a moment, I could be the hero you needed, even if it meant sacrificing everything I had."
And with those final words, Y/N's smile fades, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrender to the darkness that threatens to consume her. But even as she slips away, she feels a sense of peace, knowing that she has finally found release from the burden of the unrequited love that has haunted her for so long.
And as Wanda holds you close, her heart heavy with grief and regret, she knows that she will carry the weight of Y/N's sacrifice with her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the love that was given so freely, even in the face of impossible odds.
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Secretly Shot
Pairings: Wandanat x R || avengers (platonic) x R
Word count: 2K
TW: Injury, getting shot, hiding injuries, angst (with happy ending), arguments (with wanda and nat and you), mean avengers (cuz they’re annoyed), hate, fainting (kinda), blame,
Summary: you and the team are at odds, what happens when you go on a misson without them and get hurt?
A/n Kinda more angst than I normally do but it was fun to write. Hope you like it :)
It wasn’t uncommon for little squabbles between the three of you but this time it was different. wanda, Natasha and you had been arguing at the top of your lungs. and no matter how much you loved them and you knew they loved you you worried they would leave you for being difficult and needy. you know they were stressed but it didn’t make you feel any better.
“y/n I’m so sick of you always mess things up. you never do anything right. always causing problems.” nat yelled and wanda piled on the sentiment.
“y/n if you cant just stay out of trouble for once i-i. argh. just stop making issues we always have to clean up after.” wanda said angrily. you knew they were just stressed but it still hurt. the last mission had ended when you made a mistake and weeks of prep had been for nothing. the team was angry with you but none had yelled at you. but you knew wanda and nat had spent many sleepless nights on recon missions for this and you had blown it.
after the two of them stormed out you angrily packed a bag and retreated back to your old room. angrily wiping away tears jarvis summoned you to the conference room.
after a tense ride in the lift with clint who wouldn’t look at you, you slunk into the conference room. fury had a mission for you. you tried not to cry. all you wanted was for your girls to hold you but you knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon. what you didn’t know was that they already felt horrible and were trying to find you.
“when do i leave?” you asked fury who gave you a sympathetic look he knew the team was blaming you.
“right away. but i get it if you want to say goodby-“
“No. I’m ready.” you said.
“ok jet leaves in five.” he said dismissing you. you slunk back to your room took your suit and made your way to the jet not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. if they wanted to know where you were they could ask jarvis. about three hours later the jet touched down in Moscow.
wanda and nat were beside themselves with worry. Jarvis had told them you had left on a mission and they were wreaked. you never left without saying goodbye to them. they knew how dangerous your line of work was so they always made sure to have proper goodbyes. but what worried them most was you going on a mission when the last time they saw you you had looked like a kicked puppy. they wished they could take it all back but no matter how forgiving you may be this was something they knew would take time.
the mission had been going well. you had almost made it the whole way uneducated. it was a solo mission, no backup so you had to be stealthy. but as you slipped through the long hallways of hydra you rounded a corner to find a large group of guards. one spotted you and you dove to hide behind the corner again but one managed to shoot you. the bullet hit your shoulder and you let out a strangled cry. grateful it hasn’t hit you in the leg you took off. making it back to the jet you quickly took off. the mission had been successful but you worried how the team would react to you messing up another mission. you couldn’t loose this job. you wanted to be an avenger. you always had. if you lost this job you lost everything.
after setting the jet on autopilot, you began to strip off the top half of your suit until you sat there with it down by your waist and in a sports bra. carefully you did you best to clean and bandage the wound and you silently thanked bruce for the mini first aid course he had given you when you joined. it was hard because you couldn’t see it properly but you hoped it was clean. the bullet had gone through and from what you could tell as you stitched it up it hadn’t hit anything important.
After you finished wrapping the bandage around your shoulder you went back to the cockpit after cleaning up all traces of your injury and had put away the first aid kit just as it had been before.
after dozing lightly in the cockpit jarvis alerted you that you were getting close to the compound. you switched off autopilot and landed the jet lightly.
wanda and nat heard jarvis alert them you had arrived back and they caught you in the hall by the med bay on their way to find you.
“y/n? are you hurt? did you see bruce?” nat said narrowing her eyes. truth be told you hadn’t, the team couldn’t know you messed up again. you could deal with it yourself. their eyes landed on your bloodied suit. you had stolen some supplies from the med bay and they were hidden in your bag.
“this bloods not mine.” you lied with anger still in your voice. “now i need to get back to write my mission report so if you don’t mind, get out of my way.” you growled still mad they had made you feel so awful earlier. wanda flinched slightly at your tone and nat’s glare returned. you pushed past them, hiding a wince as you jostled your shoulder slightly. the two girls let you go and you almost cried at how easily they had, you almost wanted them to fight you on it. but at least they would honour your wishes.
you set the bag down the the bed and opened your laptop to start the report. typing hurt your shoulder so you began to write it with your right hand only. it took almost double as long and so halfway you decided to take a shower. as you stood the world tilted and you balanced yourself against the wall. hobbling slowly to the shower you stripped and showered trying to keep the wound dry. after you threw away the blood-soaked bandages and rewrapped it carefully. it was better this time as you had a mirror but unfortunately you could see how poor the stitches were and how red and angry the wound looked. you winced as you finished dressing it. you knew you needed to see bruce, to get it treated properly but you couldn’t see anymore disappointment on the faces of your team without crying. you changed into comfy loose clothes and Wanda’s hoodie before curling up in bed again with your laptop to finish the report. you knew you had to write about the injury so you gave the basic details. although as you finished up your eyes drooped. they were heavy and you struggled to stay away. in the low light you drifted off seeing it as nothing but being tired.
it was a mere few minutes later that a knock came on the door. At the lack of response wanda hesitated before opening the door. her and nat peered in to the dimly lit room. they saw a lump in the bed and slowly came in not turning on the light. wanda carefully took the laptop from your knees and nat nudged your shoulder to wake you up. when you didn’t stir she removed her hand. it felt wet and sticky and as she looked at it her heart stuttered. it was covered in blood. looking back at your shoulder she saw a dark patch covering your left side as blood seeped out of the wound.
“wanda bring the laptop and come with me.” nat said scooping you up. wanda looked up at the urgency in her girlfriends voice and immediately gasped as she saw your bloody shoulder.
“dammit y/n/n.” she said stifling tears. the two of them rushed to the med bay with you in Nat’s arms.
when they arrived wanda began skimming your report to give the information to bruce to treat you better. her breath caught in her throat as she released you and been shot. she couldn’t help the tears that fell when she realised you felt you couldn’t tell them.
“whats going on?” bruce said.
“y/n/n was shot on her mission.” wanda said and bruce and Natasha took off your clothes leaving you in the fluffy pants and a sports bra. bruce winced at the sight of the bloodied bandages knowing he didn’t do them. carefully he cut them off and gasped at the sight of the poorly done stitches. no wonder you had passed out, the stitches had barely stopped the bleeding and you were loosing too much blood. carefully and with wanda and nat watching on he cut the stitches, checked the wound and redid them in much neater rows. after about seven stitches he tied off the last one and rewrapped the wound. he fiddled with an iv as he began to give you some more blood to replace what you had lost. wanda and nat watched with bated breath. they felt awful. this was all their fault.
they sat in silence by your bedside as bruce went back to his office to give them some privacy. after a few minutes they heard you groan and they both sat up straighter almost in unison.
“y/n/n?” wanda said stroking the hair from your face. nat held you hand as you groaned again.
“aww bubs your ok.” nat said
“your in the sick bay baby you passed out.” wanda cooed.
“why didn’t you tell us you were hurt.” nat said frowning slightly.
“didn’t want you to be disappointed again.” you mumbled still on a-lot of pain meds.
wanda’s heart broke audibly as nat somehow felt worse.
“no detka you could never disappoint us. never ever.” wanda said.
“but i messed up.” you mumbled eyes glossy with tears.
“baby we will love you no matter what.” nat said using her thumb to rub circles over your knuckles. wanda was quick to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks as your chest shook.
“honey we are so sorry and you hope you can forgive us. you didn’t need that stress right now we just need to focus on getting you better sweets.” wanda cooed.
“i already have.” you muttered and nat gave a sad smile. they knew you had a kind heart, you had forgiven them almost straight away but that didn’t make the two girls feel less guilty about their actions.
“sleep now bubs, we’re not going anywhere.” nat said and you shuffled over with a wince indicating you wanted cuddled with sleepy grabby hands.
wanda chuckled “I’m not sure we’ll all fit baby.” and at your pout wanda knew she couldn’t say no. careful of your IV she picked you up and laid you on-top of her as nat came and laid beside wanda as she threw an arm over your lower back. wanda’s hands came to your hair to give you a scalp massage as you rested you head into the side of her neck. you hummed softly and drifted off the sleep knowing you were safe in the arms of your girls.
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the road not taken looks real good now
summary: you return to your hometown for the holidays pairing: wanda x reader words: ~4300 warnings: eh nothing really. Just a generally very sad overall vibe a/n: hello hello hello it's 1am where I am and I should be sleeping but it took me longer than expected to format this. Anyway, here's to you some holiday angst. I was fully tempted to end this on a sad note, but, well, I decided to be nice. Also some matchmaker vision thrown in there. Anyway, happy holidays, good night.
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The snow is crunchy, Wanda muses as she walks, rather unnecessarily entertained by the thought. The pavement is clean — someone had painstakingly blown the snow off of it — albeit a little icy. But Wanda choses instead to walk on the grass, leaving her footprints in the snow. It is much more fun, anyway.
So fun, in fact, that she had to double back because she missed her turn. That is what she tells herself anyway. It’d happened enough times now that it probably isn't accidental anymore.
Wanda walks almost by instinct, no longer needing to count the rows and headstones. Someone else came by here, she realizes, head still turned to the ground, counting the footsteps of the previous visitor. She wishes that person would at least have someone to accompany them on this day. This oh-so-merry day.
She frowns. Pietro’s gravestone isn't empty. A small bouquet of flowers rests on the ground. The snow had been dusted off of it. And those mysterious footsteps stopped exactly where she stood now.
Wanda is so shocked for a moment that she’d almost forgotten why she was here, spinning around where she stands to try and find who the footsteps belonged to. But the cemetery was empty. As it always was.
A wind blows, hollow, and Wanda shivers, ducking her head to hide her lips, now numb, in her scarf. The paper of the bouquet makes a rustling sound. Wanda lowered the one she held (the one that the florist had prepared for her with a sad smile and then not-so-secretly gave her a discount on) onto the ground.
It is so cold my fingers are dropping off, the wind seems to say. Almost in bitter mockery of Pietro. Wanda wonders vaguely if she cries, would her tears freeze on her face. She doesn't particularly feel like testing out the theory so Wanda sniffs back her tears, feeling the frigid air in her lungs, before turning on her heels with a silent goodbye to her brother.
Wanda doesn't feel like going home, despite the allure of her newly-repaired heater, hot chocolate, and fluffy blankets. Her feet takes her left and right, leaving tracks of footprints in the snow.
The cafe is almost empty when she enters . She wipes the snow off her boots on the mat, taking the time to stare at the menu, not that she was really processing what the words said.
“The usual?” The barista, MJ, asks after a moment, recognizing Wanda immediately despite how bundled up she is.
Wanda pauses, pursing her lips as she scanned the menu once more.
“Nope, just a vin chaud.”
MJ squints her eyes at her, smiling curiously, “Adventurous today, are we?”
Wanda rolls her eyes playfully, pulling her wallet from where she’d shoved it deep within her pockets. It isn't hard to find a table– it is simply a matter of which view she preferred. She goes with the high stool, facing the streets outside, piling her jackets and scarf on the side. MJ makes the effort to deliver her drink to her, to which Wanda even has the courtesy to tag a happy holidays after her thanks despite her melancholic mood tainting the very air.
Seven people walks past where Wanda sits as her drink turned from hot to warm to cold. Thoughts fly past through her mind at lightning speed despite the tranquility. Or rather, Wanda forces herself to keep thinking. She invents a story for the vintage store opposite. Then she wonders what would happen if she ate snow. Or if she poured her vin chaud into the snow. Or if she put the snow into the cup instead. Or anything at all. Because if she stops thinking about something, then she will think about Pietro. Pietro, Pietro, or–
The cold shakes Wanda out of her head. Somehow she’d missed the eighth person to walk past her seat. The wind had thrown the door too wide, and with a chuckle and apology, had to be slammed shut.
They stare at the menu for a long time. A very long time. Well, it's more like a minute. Which is about 50 seconds too long for a regular. Wanda’s eyes track the customer as they make their way to the cashier, where MJ waits expectantly.
Wisps of a voice floats over, and Wanda’s heart jolts. It sounds familiar. Too familiar. No. It is her brain playing tricks on her. Perhaps she is drunk already from the vin chaud.
“Wanda?”
She hadn’t even realized she’d been staring. Now that it was directed at her, Wanda is certain.
“Y/N?”
A smile breaks across your face. A smile broke across your face.
Wanda can feel herself move. Can feel your arms around her. Tight. She can hear you, a muffled garbled version of your words. She nods dumbly, body moving on instinct to shift her jacket and scarf out of the way to make space for you.
“How’ve you been?”
“What?”
“How have you been?” You repeat, slow and amused.
“It’s been fine,” she replies automatically, plastering that same pleasing smile on her face.
You nod. And Wanda knows you know that she had not been fine. And she is all the more glad when you didn’t push, instead continuing to talk about something or the other.
Wanda is only half paying attention, and if you noticed it, you didn’t point it out. She is glad, you seemed to have a lot to talk about. What with a big city girl job and all.
Westview was the type of town where everybody knew everybody. People knew of Wanda. Knew of her existence enough to gossip why the little girl was never seen at the playgrounds or frolicking in the community pool. But hardly anybody knew her.
That was where you came in. Her best, and only, friend, movie extraordinaire and connoisseur, and future writer in the making. Your presence tided her through high school. She even went to homecoming because you were in charge of planning it. Wanda was so certain that the both of you were going to go to university together.
There was a dream there, somewhere. With her directing a screenplay you wrote, and the two of you would take Hollywood by storm. But those dreams came crashing down the week before prom, hiding from the rain under the bleachers.
“So? What about you?” You asked suddenly, jolting Wanda back into the conversation.
“What about me?” Wanda cocked her head in question.
“What have you been up to?”
“Oh…” She chuckled, finger-tracing the rim of her cup in nervousness. “Y’know, the usual. I got a job, a husband, and a house.”
“A husband?” You pressed, your curiosity piqued. You even lean forward, resting your chin in your hand as you wait, eyes wide in anticipation.
Wanda chews on her lip for a moment. “Vision.”
“Oh.”
Guilt rips through Wanda. Your name had been intentionally left out of the guest list. It’d been a selfish move, childish and immature. But she hadn’t regretted it until today. She’d decided it would be easier. Besides, you were probably too busy trying to build your career to travel across the country for someone you hadn’t seen in four years. In almost that same amount of time after the wedding, Wanda had almost forgotten that you didn’t know.
“Well,” You leaned back, clearing your throat, clearly in some level of discomfort, “You’ve been pining for each other for years before you even got together.”
Wanda can’t bear looking at you, so she turns her attention outside. “Yup,” she murmurs, popping the p.
The conversation lapses into painful silence. Wanda takes the opportunity to down the rest of her now-cold vin chaud.
“I– uh– I should get back.” She slides off her stool, picks up her scarf and begins to wrap it around her neck.
You stand up so quickly that your chair scraps across the floor. “Let me walk you.”
“That’s fine,” She declines hurriedly.
From the corner of her eye, Wanda notices your double take. You froze, quite literally, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights, mouth slightly ajar, whatever you’d wanted to say dissolving into a surprised oh.
“I mean–” she stutters, “I’m sure you’re busy– and stuff– I don’t want to bother you.”
“Oh,” you chuckle, running a nervous hand through your hair, “I mean, I’m on holiday– not exactly the busiest.”
“Okay.” Wanda nods, barely registering the smile that forces itself onto her expression. “Okay, sure.”
You lapse into small talk like you were made for it. Wanda takes her cues and responds in kind, nodding, gasping, and cooing at the appropriate moments. She wonders if this is a side of you that you'd created during your stay in Los Angeles. She hates it. She thinks she hates you right now.
She’s guilty for feeling relieved when she finally reaches her home.
“I’m sorry,” you say suddenly, “for not attending his funeral.”
Wanda frowns, trying to busy herself with finding the keys that she knows are in her jacket. “Why are you bringing this up?”
“It’s just—“ you shrug, trying to play it off, “we were on the same track team. He would’ve come if it had been me.”
Wanda bites back the bitterness in her throat. He wouldn't have left in the first place. “I didn’t even notice.” A lie.
There is a moment of silence. Then you give a shaky chuckle, dusting a bit of snow off of your jacket. “I went to visit his– him– just now.”
“That–” Wanda swallows back another retort, “So that was you.”
“I felt I should at least… y’know, pay my respects.” You forced a smile.
“Okay.” Wanda nods slowly, contemplatively, as she brings her keys out.
“Okay.” You sigh, your breath misting in front of you. “Bye.”
Wanda works the lock open. She presses her forehead to the door, closes her eyes for a second. “Do you want to come in?”
The bleachers were your favorite place. Well, under the bleachers. No one would find you there, not unless they were really looking. Beneath the moldy wooden benches held the secrets of your dreams, your futures, and your pasts. It held your love, even if you hadn’t known it until you were eight hours too late and halfway across the country.
It was raining that night.
“I– um– got into UCLA,” you admitted, eyes glancing away to watch your thumbs fiddle instead.
You didn’t have to be looking to know the way Wanda’s brows creased, tilting her head slightly as she tried to understand what you meant.
“UCLA?” She questioned, after a moment too long, “but that’s– that’s across the country.”
You dared to look up. Her nose was scrunched in that way you adored, a disbelieving confusion settled on her features.
“I’m sorry I had to try,” you argued, pleading at her to just understand. Westview was so small, too small for your dreams. You wanted to get out of here, get out onto the bigger stage. When you’d applied, a small part of you had wanted to be rejected. So that you could say you tried, you failed, and the bigger world just wasn't meant to be. But you’d gotten accepted, and now, you just hoped that Wanda would understand.
“Okay…” She said, nodding slowly, and you think maybe she does understand. “What about us?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought we were supposed to go to college together.” She muttered.
“I– I didn’t think I was going to get in… I just wanted to try. Just to prove that I did.” You tried to explain, although it only felt like you were digging a deeper hole.
“And you didn’t tell me.”
You risk a glance up at her. Wanda’s face was painfully blank. Then, without another word, she ran off.
Her farewell had been… obligatory, you’d think. It wouldn’t be that far off to believe that her brother had dragged her out of her room to say goodbye. It had been ‘good luck’ without even a smile before you were pushed along so you wouldn’t miss your flight.
You hadn’t seen Wanda for almost seven years, which was several months after your graduation. But Wanda had seen you almost every other week for the past year. By some force of fate or the other, you’d shot to fame. And suddenly you were everywhere. On commercials, on billboards, on the posters Westview paraded on their ‘pride and joy’. She hated it.
Now, Wanda was whimpering in your ear. Little sounds breaking free as you scatter kisses across her chest. It sends shivers down your body and arousal pooling between your thighs.
Her shirt had been thrown off somewhere, and her pants tugged and kicked down her legs. Your hand was pushing her bra up when she gripped your wrist, inhaling sharply. You stop, lust-hazed eyes widening.
Wanda sees something pass through your eyes. Something like the past, a strange disconnect from what had happened and what will happen. Then you blink a few times and stared down at her.
After a moment, you pull away, almost as if you’d just realized the position you were in.
“Fuck, fuck– I’m sorry,” you mutter, scrambling off the bed quickly. Wanda wonders how many times you’d apologized today, and how many more would come. For a moment, you just stand there, watching her as your breath heaved.
You aren’t really sure how you had ended up in this position. Wanda had invited you in. There was probably a glass of water involved, and a kiss against the counter, her body holding you against the sharp edge of it. Obviously, you had reciprocated, and to some enthusiastic extent. Else the both of you wouldn't have kissed your way into her bedroom and into this situation.
You wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly conscious.
“No, I’m—” she shakes her head, swallowing nervously as she tries to find the words. “I'm supposed to be married.”
You nod. Nods again just to be sure. You pull your shirt over your head. You don’t think she’d been serious. Just spiteful.
“Do you love him?” You ask, playing with the hem of your pants you’d yet to put on.
“Yes.”
“More than me?” You don’t look at her as you ask.
Wanda nods. Then whispers a, “Yes.”
She doesn’t mean it, she knows it. She just thinks you’re selfish, and she wants to be too. Just this once, she wants to be the one to hurt you instead.
You nod, lips pursed. Perhaps to rid the taste of her on your skin. “Okay.”
Wanda watches as you slip your pants on slowly. Perhaps waiting for her to change her mind.
“I– um–” you point at the door with a painfully forced smile. “I’ll see myself out–”
“We could watch a movie,” Wanda suggests. A little too quickly. A little too hopeful.
Your eyes widen again, considering her words. “Sure,” you nod, “we could.”
The air is so thick Wanda can hardly breathe, can hardly force the words out of her mouth.
“I’ll–” You gulp, looking everywhere but at your half-naked childhood best friend in front of you, “I’ll let you get dressed.” You couldn’t have hurried out faster.
Wanda buries her head in her hands after you leave, jaw clenching as she takes several deep breaths. A string of curses leaves her lips as the situation she’s found herself in finally sinks in. She’d almost gone too far – if she hadn’t already – with you. In her marriage bed. What would Vision think if he found out? Oh, what would he do?
You were leaning against the kitchen counter, helping yourself to a glass of water that had earlier been abandoned when Wanda finally came down.
“Vision–” Wanda begins, then immediately stops.
“Look,” you say before she can continue, “I get it, it’s been seven years– you don’t have to explain anything, not to me– of all people. I messed up.”
“No,” Wanda sighs, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. “We’re getting a divorce.”
That makes you pause. Your breath hitches in… excitement? Guilt. Then a profound sadness. “I– why?”
It’d only been seven years. Wanda is only twenty-five. But the way she shrugs and smiles at you sadly made her seem older. Wiser. Exhausted. “It just wasn’t working out. We both realized we’d settled a little too early and there was more we wanted to see.” Wanda pauses, letting her words sink in.
“I’m sorry.” You say after a moment, not quite sure what else was appropriate.
“It was mutual.” She shrugs again, as if it might lighten the load on her shoulders. Or in her heart.
“Is he… at work right now?” You ask.
Wanda nods.
You mirror her movements. It was little wonder she looked so sad earlier that day.
“What did you do? After I… left?”
“I tried college– film– but it wasn't working out so I dropped it. Went around tutoring the kids for a while. Vision– he proposed after he graduated.”
“What’re you going to do… after?"
“I picked up an editing job earlier this year, maybe I’ll continue with something in that area.”
“That's good,” you comment. “I– I struggled after college. Nobody wants to hire the small-town kid if they could get some A-Lister’s daughter.”
Wanda chuckles a little at that. You gulp down the rest of the water.
“Why didn't you ever come back?”
You sigh, lowering your head in something that resembles shame. “Because I knew, if I came back, I wouldn't leave. And I wanted to prove everyone wrong. I wanted– to prove you wrong.”
Wanda smiles a little, “And you did.”
You shrug. “I lost my best friend.” Tears sting your eyes, but you don't bother to blink it away.
Neither of you moves. Wanda stares at you with a sad look in her eye. She swallows. Something compels you forward, toward her. A soft kiss to her cheek, your lips barely grazing the skin. She tenses.
Then she’s taking your face in her hands and kissing you. Instinctively, you reciprocate. It’s soft and sweet and so unlike the previous one. Wanda’s fingers dig into the back of your neck, nails scratching across the skin. You think she means for it to hurt, but it only makes you press yourself further into her.
Wanda pulls away with a pant. You move to follow her lips with a whine and she chuckles at that, making you pull back in embarrassment.
“Don't you have someone?” Wanda asks softly, though her hands still cross behind your neck.
“I did.” You nod, delighting in the way she watches your lips distractedly. “A few, over the years.”
“What happened?”
“They weren’t you.”
Wanda’s eyes finally flicker up to you, a hint of shock within the green. “What?” She breathes.
“They weren’t you.” You repeat, squeezing the waist as you do.
She purses her lips. You lean down to kiss her again. The sigh she releases just as you press your lips against hers breathes you back to life.
“Stay the night.” She breathes against your lips when you part, eyes cast downward and away from your gaze. “Please.” She adds as an afterthought.
You know you should say no. Should turn her down before this leads anywhere you might regret. But vulnerability is written across Wanda’s face so plainly, that look of hope that was always in her eye when she looked at you replaced with sadness. A deeper melancholy that a woman her age shouldn’t be able to experience.
“Okay.” You nod slowly. You let a small smile cross your face, tongue darting out to lick your lips, if only to prolong the taste of her. “Okay.”
Wanda is crying. Trying her hardest to stifle her sobs, but you’re standing right outside her door, a hand on the knob. You hadn’t meant to intrude on her private moments, but you couldn’t sleep, and something told you Wanda couldn’t either. You sink to your knees outside her door, unable to bring yourself to open the door and look her in her teary eyes, or to just walk away.
It took you the better part of an hour before you mustered the courage to inch her door open. The sniffling stopped instantly. Something was happening in your heart. A strange tightening when you realized that Wanda didn’t want you to see her crying. Oh, how the tables had turned.
Wanda didn’t say anything as you lifted the covers on the empty side of the bed. The silence was heavy – so, so heavy – as you climbed in. Your jaw was aching from all the tension.
“I hate you.”
Your heart shatters. You try, desperately, to hold it together, feeding it memories and delusions and what-ifs. “I know.” You manage to croak out without your voice breaking. Somehow. She still hadn’t turned to look at you.
“You left me.” Wanda takes a slow, shaky breath in. “I was so… lost.” The last word comes out in a sob, and you feel the tears track silently down your face.
“I didn’t know I loved you.” You whisper.
Wanda releases another deep breath, letting the words linger in the air a moment longer. “Do you still?”
“Yes.” Your reply is instantaneous.
She sighs. Minutes pass and her breathing evens out. You think she’s fallen asleep already when you feel the bed shifting. Wanda turns and shuffles closer to you.
“Don’t leave me again,” Wanda says, almost begs, her arms wrapping around your waist. She pulls herself closer.
You nod, guilt ripping through you as you mutter, “I won’t, I promise.
“Vision?”
The man startles, motions freezing like a child caught with a cookie. “You're awake.” He says finally.
“You're home.”
“Yes, I got home last night.” He replies, spreading jam thinly over the bread. “But my bed was occupied.”
“I–”
“It’s not a worry,” he interrupts, “We haven’t been sleeping in the same bed for a while now.”
“Oh.”
“I want to apologize.” He continues.
You cock your head to one side, frowning in confusion. “What for?” You ask.
“Do you remember, before you left? I made a promise, to you, to take care of her.” Vision puts his toast down, resting both hands on the countertop as he contemplates his words. “I… I failed. I couldn't do it. And I think I made it worse for both of us by hanging on..”
You nod slowly, recalling the moment you’d pulled Vision aside during prom. You’d all but threatened him into swearing his eternal fealty to your best friend. “Do you love her?”
Vision furrows his brow. He takes a moment to think through his answer before nodding slowly. “I did love her, once.”
Your smile is sad. “Then you didn't fail me. If anything, I failed her. I shouldn't have left.”
“Now, I suppose it would be my turn to tell you that if you dare break Wanda’s heart, I will rain retribution down on you.” Vision chuckles.
You smile thinly at that, knowing that it’s the least of what you deserve.
“She loves you, you know that?” He asks.
You take a moment of quiet contemplation. “I don't understand why.”
“Love doesn't usually make sense.” He laughs wryly. “Like how it made her forget to invite you to our wedding.”
“But it doesn’t make you forget the hurt.”
Vision nods sagely at that. “It doesn’t.”
Wanda wakes to find the bed empty and her eyes dry from crying. She can’t be sure that those two aren’t related. But perhaps she’d only dreamed of you. Her morning routine is as monotonous as ever, and by the time she makes her way to her kitchen, she is already wishing she could sleep the week away.
Except.
“Morning, love.” Vision greets, gesturing to a cup of coffee he’d just put down on the table.
“Good morning,” Wanda returns, more of a question, as she eyes you standing next to Vision, awkwardly shuffling.
“We were just talking about you,” Vision extends a sandwich to her. “Revisiting old memories and stuff.”
Wanda and you chuckle awkwardly. This is a side to her husband that Wanda saw only when he was trying to coerce someone into doing something for him. At that moment, Wanda doesn’t think she likes being on the receiving end of it.
“That’s nice.” She mumbles, taking a bite of the proffered sandwich.
“I'm– uh– I'm going to head off,” you inch your way toward your coat still draped haphazardly over the couch.
“Oh.” You can't hear Wanda from where you stand, but you watch her mouth the words. “Okay.”
There you go, breaking the promise you made less than three hours ago.
“Bye, thanks for… everything.” You mumble, unable to look your friend in the eye.
Vision smiles grimly in your direction, though he looked deep in thought.
“Bye,” you whisper again, just below your breath, almost a finality, as you make your way to the door.
“Hold on,” Vision calls before you can open the door fully. He looks between you and Wanda before continuing. “I have a reservation for two at the Spanish restaurant later tonight. But I have a meeting that needs attending at that time. Would you mind attending on my behalf?”
Your eyes flicker to Wanda, who’s chewing on her bottom lip. “I’m okay if– if she’s okay.” You reply, gesturing to Wanda.
Wanda glances between you and Vision, looking more conflicted by the second. She chews on her lips, before they curl into a shy smile, “okay.”
Vision claps his hands together in excitement. “Oh, that’s great, I wouldn’t want my dear wife to be eating alone.” He cheers as he makes his way out of the kitchen, “I need to wash up now, I’m feeling quite gross from the flight.”
You watch Vision excuse himself, almost shaking your head at the audacity of the man. You turn back to Wanda to find her staring at you, eyes wide and fearful.
“I’ll see you tonight?” You ask, tone hopeful.
She nods. “Okay. See you.”
You flash her a smile before taking your leave and stepping back out into the winter cold. It'd snowed again the night before, and you brace yourself against the wind, warmed with thoughts of childhood and lost love. Maybe you could convince Wanda of coming back to Los Angeles with you. Maybe you could shift closer to home. Or maybe, you could start something here, in Westview, for yourself and a friendship you'd long forgotten. You'd have to ask Wanda about that though.
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Memories - Wanda Maximoff x Reader
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summary: an argument with your girlfriend leads to some memories resurfacing
warnings: angst with a happy(ish) ending, mentions of previous abusive relationships, throwing up
The sound of your bedroom door slamming shut as your girlfriend stormed out startled you out of your daze. You had been fighting with her before you zoned out, having flashbacks to previous relationships.
Wanda assumed you were choosing to ignore her, eventually leaving you alone with your terrifying thoughts.
It was your fault that the fight had started, it wasn't a big deal and you had made it one.
Voices echoed throughout your racing mind, abusive words from your exes that had ingrained themselves into your mind. You thought you were healed and past that, but clearly not.
Tears began to fall from your tired eyes, the days and nights of fighting not allowing you to get much rest. Your chest was tight and the eerie silence in your home allowed your thoughts to manifest and amplify.
Quickly, you ran to the bathroom and fell to your knees, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You continued to do so until you were dry heaving, the sensation painful and straining on your body.
Exhaustion overcame you as you curled up on the cold tiles, falling into a sleep just as nightmarish as when you were awake.
When Wanda returned home, she began to make dinner. Even though she was mad at you, she still cared about you. As time went on and the scent of your favourite dish didn't tempt you down the stairs, Wanda became slightly worried.
She went upstairs and knocked on your bedroom door, not receiving any response. Carefully, she walked in, everything was exactly the same as when she left, except you weren't frozen in the same spot as before.
After she had made the bed, she checked in the bathroom, initially shocked at the sight. “Malysh?” she immediately scooped you up into her arms, startling you awake and causing you to begin to throw up again.
Wanda gently held your hair back as you vomited bile over and over, the stress on your body causing you to become dizzy. Your girlfriend waited until you were done throwing up before carrying you to bed, placing a bucket next to you.
“I'm sorry detka,” she gently untangled your hair with her fingers. You shook your head, knowing you were in the wrong. “My fault,” you croaked out, your throat hoarse.
You began to cry again, hiding your face in your pillow. Wanda was the best thing to ever happen to you, yet still you constantly found yourself sabotaging your near perfect relationship.
Ashamed of your past, you decided to stay quiet for now and just admit defeat. You were terrified to fall asleep in fear of walking up alone after all you had done.
Wanda's lower lip began to tremble as you noticed her eyes glowing slightly red. She was looking into your mind at all the flashbacks and memories that were running through your mind at that moment.
“Malyshka,” her voice cracked, “I'm so sorry.” You shook your head, curling up in her lap. “I'm not going anywhere, moya lyubov,” she gently wiped the tears falling down your face with her thumbs, “I'm here to stay.”
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The Babysitter (18)
I Love You
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MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+
Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?
A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.
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I Love You
Your heart shatters as you walk in the heavy downpour, the rain mixing with the tears streaming down your face as block out everything around you. The sound of rain thrashing against the concrete, the engines of cars, and the laughter of people in surrounding buildings all fade into the background, the noises fuzzy while your mind reels.
Completely losing yourself to the torment of your own thoughts, you miss how your name is desperately called out and how Wanda's steps quickly approach when she runs after you, only noticing when her arm reaches out to stop you.
"Y/n," she whispers, voice raw with emotion and eyes brimming with tears. You still due to her hold on you and turn slowly to look at her, taking in her features through watery eyes while letting her hands move to cup your face. "Detka," she murmurs, her own heart shattering at the sight of you so destroyed at what happened.
You don't say anything, another tear spilling from your eyes as you look into her pained ones.
"It's not what you think," she says, pushing back some of the wet hair that's fallen in front of her face.
"He kissed you," you mutter, the whole interaction replays in your mind while you try to focus on what else happened besides the kiss as it was distorting the way you remembered the interaction. All you could remember though was his hands cupping her cheeks, his lips pressed against hers, causing your heart to break a little more and insecurities to build inside you.
"Exactly, he kissed me," she emphasises, your mind now remembering how her arms moved to his chest to push him off, not returning the kiss at all, "I didn't want to kiss him."
You remain quiet, letting the rain continue its onslaught on you both while you stand on the pavement. You think about Melina's words, trying your absolute best to consider Wanda's side of it, trying to look at it from her perspective and not be rash but all that happens is you remember her hesitance.
"You hesitated." Her brows furrow at your words, the confusion and insecurity that's surfaced in your eyes replacing the hurt. "Why did you hesitate?" When she struggles to respond, you let out a sigh, lowering your head and avoiding her gaze. "You considered it, didn't you?" the tone of your voice almost pleads her to prove you wrong, prove that she didn't consider getting back with him.
"No," she says, her voice laced with honesty and desperation to show you that she didn't. "I hesitated because... all I could think about was the man I fell in love with all those years ago." Slowly, you raised your gaze to meet her own, astonished by the amount of emotion swirling in her eyes. "All I could think about was how much he changed, how much I hated him now."
Her hands are still cupping your cheeks, her thumbs wiping the rain and tears off your cheeks as you both stay locked in the moment. You simply both gaze into each other's eyes, losing yourself in her eyes like you always do before breaking the intimate stare.
"He still loves you," You say more out loud to yourself then her, his words causing doubt to stir inside you. He could provide for her better. He's the more stable option. He's the twins' father-
"I don't love him," she murmurs, stepping closer to you and letting her fingers softly brush your soaking hair out of your face. "I don't want him," she whispers, her eyes staring into your own with nothing but love and tenderness. "I want you Y/n. I love you."
Your heart splits into two at her words, part of you revelling with joy because she loves you, but the other half breaks once more as insecurities and doubts gnaw painfully at you. Your mothers words ring around inside your head, Vision's subtle little smirk after kissing Wanda, the pain and grief of the last time you heard those words joining the vile words of your mother.
Noticing the conflict on your face, seeing that disheartened and insecure look in your eyes, Wanda brings you out of the spiral of thoughts, sensing the things your mother had said were making you feel like you were unworthy of her love.
How could someone ever love you?
It won't last, you know?
Do you really think anyone will love you after what you did?
"It's true," she murmurs softly, caressing your cheeks and offering a comforting smile, trying to get you to think like yourself. The thoughts fade away at her soft tone, that gentle tone that causes warmth to take over your chest and calm you down.
"I love you, Y/n. You're all I want. All I could ever want."
The negative and insecure thoughts continue to drift away, your mind now able to comprehend what she's actually saying: she loves you. The revelation makes a small smile break out on your face, her immediately noticing the shift in mood.
"There's my Detka," she murmurs, your hands going to hover at her waist as she leans forwards so she can press her forehead against yours.
"I'm sorry," you sigh out, an apologetic tone lacing your words. "I'm sorry I freaked out-"
"Shh," she gently whispers, hushing your apology, "You don't need to apologise Detka." Her head moves so that her lips can press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, lingering at the wet skin before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.
"I..." You trail off, wanting to say the three words back to her but your throat closing up, the anxiety around the words stopping you. As always, she notices and understands you're not ready, pressing another soft kiss on your cheek before moving to ghost her lips over yours.
"You don't have to say it if you're not ready," she murmurs and her just being so, so perfect, makes you want to say it even though you can't.
"You're everything I want and more," you whisper with a raw tone, trying to convey the love you feel for her in your gaze and words. "You own my heart, Wanda, and because of you, I don't have to make an effort to be happy again. You're my everything."
Wasting no time, her lips crash to yours and the whole world seems to stop. All you can feel is the way her lips meet your own, the way her hands are cupping your cheeks, her body pressing up against yours. It's her, it's all her and that's all you want.
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Your back hits the door as her body pushes you up against it, the contrast between her warm home and the bitter wind and rain causing a pleasant feeling to flow through you as you heat up a little.
Your whole body soon feels like it's on fire though when her lips press to your own again, her tongue dominantly sliding into your mouth and taking control. Her hands move to your soaked hair, pushing the wet strands back as they fall between your faces while your mouths crash back together.
She steals your breath away, both literally and figuratively as her lips are relentless and that sultry look in her eyes short cuts your brain. The look of pure desire and want causes an unbearable heat to build between your thighs as her body presses further against you, leg slotting between your legs.
A small moan leaves you at the action, your head lolling back while you pant for breath. The older woman takes this as an opportunity to mark your neck once more, letting her teeth scrape down the sensitive skin, which causes a shiver to run down your spine, before littering it in hot, open-mouthed kisses.
"Please," you whimper as your hands helplessly hold onto her waist, the submissive tone of your voice not going unnoticed by her.
"Please what?" she teases with a low tone, pulling away from your neck to admire your dishevelled state. Her eyes scan over your own, watching the way they somehow darken even more before glancing down to your lips, admiring the way your tongue subconsciously wets them. "You have to use your words Detka."
Her lips ghost yours, waiting eagerly for your response but you're rendered speechless by her, too consumed by your arousal to voice what you want.
"Wanda, please," you whisper once more, the desperate look enough to make her take mercy on you. Her hands guide yours to her blouse, helping you unbutton it before shrugging the item off, leaving her in a white lace bra. "Fuck," the word spills from your lips in an enamoured tone, your mind unable to comprehend how someone can be this beautiful.
As your lingering look comes to an end, she pulls away, hooking a finger in the belt loop of your jeans to pull you with her until her back reaches the wall near the stairs. Her hands roam your body while yours do the same to hers, confidence building in you at every little sensual sigh and low moan.
"Fuck Detka," she groans when you suck on the juncture of her neck, her fingers tangled in your locks as you mark her neck. She tugs your head back and manoeuvres so she can walk up the stairs while keeping you close.
It's as if the world would end if you stopped touching each other, the contact necessary to live as the two of you refused to part on the way to her room. You lost track of how many times you pinned each other to a nearby wall, unable to control yourselves as you passionately pour all your emotions into every kiss.
Eventually, you make it to her room, her body swiftly straddling your lap as her hands drift down your body, pulling on the bottom of your shirt.
"Is this ok?" she murmurs, her tone soft and gentle contrasting the hungry and rough kisses.
"Yes," you sigh out, voice laced with neediness as you look up into her enticing eyes. "I need you, please," the way you look at her indicates what you want, the older woman's gaze softening when she sees how much you desire her touch.
"Tell me to stop and I will," she whispers against your lips, pushing you back so you're laid on the mattress with her soft body on top. You move your arms so she can easily pull your shirt over your head, her eyes drifting down your body while she bites her lower lip. "You're beautiful Dekta," she husks out against your lips, pressing her mouth to yours briefly before letting her kisses trail down your jaw and neck. You blush at her words and the way she takes in your body, breath hitching when her kisses travel lower to your collarbone.
Her hands glide up your body, feeling all the soft skin under her fingertips and enjoying the way your muscles twitch under her touch, moving them until they reach around your back to unclasp your bra. Her eyes ask the silent question causing you to nod, her fingers swiftly taking the item off.
"Oh fuck," you moan out, hands shooting out to grasp at her hair when her tongue licks down the valley between your breasts, pressing sensual kisses around your nipple before casting her gaze up, holding the eye contact, and taking your breast into her mouth. A lewd noise is ripped from the back of your throat at the way her tongue swirls around your sensitive skin, her hand moving to your neglected breast and giving it attention.
Your fingers thread properly into her locks, the soft hair heavenly to touch as her mouth works wonders on you, moving to the other breast and letting her fingers pinch and pull your now wet nipple to make you groan beneath her.
When she pulls back, a string of saliva is attached from her mouth to your chest making you curse at how hot she looks peering up at you with that dominant and seductive look. Her thumb moves to her lips to remove it, the action fuelling your arousal as she smirks at the way your breath hitches at her movements, deciding to torment you a little more. Her face returns to yours, lips pressing against yours for a bruising kiss before pulling back and moving to whisper in the shell of your ear,
"Remember what I said to you on our first night," her tone is sultry while her teeth nibble gently on your ear lobe, a small hum escaping you as that's all you can manage in response. "I said I was going to ruin you Detka, and I will," she chuckles at the way you moan at her words, her index finger moving to the base of your neck so she can drag it teasingly down your body. Her nail scrapes softly at your skin, travelling down your desperate body, between your breasts, over your stomach until it reaches the waistband of your jeans, slipping a finger under briefly before taking it out as she gauges your reaction.
"Please," you whimper, eyes pleading her to finally touch you. "Please, I need you so bad, Wanda please," you beg and her lips silence you, a moan being muffled by her mouth.
"Hush Detka," she coos a little condescendingly and you're embarrassed at how much that turns you on, "I've got you, I'll take care of you." Effortlessly, her hands unfasten your jeans and slide them down your legs, you helping completely rid the item and watching as her fingers glide over the expanse of your thighs.
The green in her eyes has completely disappeared, replaced by hunger and desire as she takes in your needy form panting in anticipation while her fingers inch closer and closer to your dripping core.
A moan spills from your lips as your head lolls back when her fingers finally meet your soaked panties, hips pathetically bucking at the small action. She smirks at your reaction, letting her fingers slowly circle your clit through the fabric, gradually building the pleasure inside you. As she persists with her deliberately slow pace, your hips move against her hand, grinding unabashedly as you crave to feel her doing more.
"So needy, so desperate," she mutters against your lips, claiming them while she removes the drenched fabric from your body, your heart beating wildly in your chest. "So wet," she purrs when her fingers slide through your folds, your arousal coating her digits. A sinful noise escapes you at the feeling of her circling your clit, pleasure taking over all your senses, hands moving to clutch desperately at the sheets by your side.
"Wanda," you sigh out when her fingers move lower, a moan leaving her lips at the way you say her name. You're about to say her name again but it's interrupted by a broken moan when she slides a finger inside you and slowly starts to thrust it inside you.
"That's it baby," she praises, knowing how much you liked it last time, "Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." You moan once again when she adds another finger, pumping both long, slender digits inside you and curling them beautifully inside you. Her leisurely pace soon vanishes when she seems to struggle holding back, teasing herself as well as you at how slow she was fingering you.
"Fuck!" you scream, her mouth claiming yours to muffle the noises she rips from the back of your throat as her fingers speed up, fucking you at a merciless pace. Her thumb moves to circle your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure as your hips grind frantically against her hand.
Her free hand moves to interlock with yours, placing it near your head and squeezing it encouragingly as your orgasm approaches quickly, her mouth parting from yours to whisper soft words.
"I've got you Detka, you can let go," you whimper in response, your legs trembling at the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. "Come for me," at her command, you crash head first into your orgasm, a string of moans spilling from your lips while you ride out your powerful release. She presses soft kisses over your face as you come down from your high, tilting your head to catch her lips for a passionate kiss.
"That was..." you sigh out, too blissed out to describe to her the way she sent you all the way to heaven.
"Amazing? Fantastic? The best you've ever had?" she mutters playfully, a chuckle escaping you as she knows it's the first time and therefore the best.
"Don't get too smug," you say, smiling up at her. Her lips tug upwards as she mirrors your content expression while you try and regain your composure.
"Can you do one more?" she asks while letting her teeth bite down on her lower lip, becoming irresistible. Your eyebrows raise at her question, body craving to feel her once again so you nod, letting her take a hold of your hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Swiftly, she removes her remaining clothes, her true beauty on show as she straddles your lap completely bare. It was as if Aphrodite crafted her body, sculpting it to perfection.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" she murmurs against your lips, your hands travelling down her body to where she guides you to. She lets you slide a finger through her folds, groaning into the kiss at feeling wet she is, how wet she is because of you. "You drive me insane," she moans out, your finger delicately circling her clit before her hand stops you, a confused expression taking over your face. "I want to try something," she explains, a smirk tugging at her lips as you watch her get into position.
A guttural moan escapes you when her dripping core meets your own, grinding down gently to cause pleasure to consume your body. Her hands brace themselves above your head, interlocking your fingers as she grinds down against you unabashedly.
"Y/n," she moans out near the shell of your ear, a pitiful noise escaping you at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. The sensation of her clit brushing yours, the small sighs being released next to your ear and the fact you just orgasmed causes your next one to rapidly build. Your fingers tighten the grip on Wanda's, your hips bucking up in search of more friction to send you over the edge but restricted by the body on top of you.
A desperate noise rips from the back of your throat when she grinds a little harder, her mouth moving to press against yours momentarily before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.
"Wanda," you groan out, hoping by the way your body starts to tense and tremble she gets the hint that you're close.
"Hold it," she sighs out, grinding even harder and faster against you, the relentless pleasure wracking through your body causing you to throw your head back against the mattress.
"Please," the tone of your voice is nothing but submissive, laced with desperation as you plead the woman to let you come.
"Just a little longer," she pants out, nearing her own release as she thrusts her hips down against you, cursing lowly in Sokovian at the way your soaking cunt feels against hers. "Fuck, come with me Detka," she groans against your lips, both of you falling over the edge.
The room fills with quieting moans and sighs as you ride out the aftershocks of your powerful orgasms, your body twitching under hers as your body buzzes with a slight overstimulated feeling.
A few moments later, soft fingers brush along your jawline and at your cheek, coaxing you to open your eyes and look at her. She smiles tenderly down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving off you, pulling your body closer to cuddle into her side.
"I'm sorry about earlier," you murmur into the tranquil room, your head resting on her shoulder as your fingers trace random patterns on her skin, her hands scratching up and down your back.
"Detka-"
"No, please let me finish," you interrupted with a soft voice, tilting your head to look up at her. "I shouldn't have reacted in that way and assumed things without letting you say your side of it." You gauge her reaction to your words, her features softening, "I'm sorry."
"Thank you for apologising," she murmurs back, understanding that you felt like you had to apologise to her even though, in her opinion, you didn't need to. It was an appropriate reaction to seeing someone else kiss the person you care about but she could sense a certain guilt inside you, making her drop the subject.
The two of you remain quiet, simply embracing the moment together and relaxing into each other's arms, the comfort of her body slowly lulling you to sleep.
"Not yet Detka," Wanda whispers, waking you up a little bit to which you groan drowsily at, " You need to get cleaned up and go to the bathroom before we can sleep." You want to protest, too sleepy to do anything but the semi-stern look the older woman shoots your way for not wanting to do any sort of aftercare makes you begrudgingly slip out of the bed to listen to her.
Wanda does the same and helps your tired form, cooing loving phrases as the exhaustion from your orgasms catches up on you, scuffing your feet across her room back to the bed. A content smile plays on her lips at the way you steal one of her shirts and slip it on before joining her in bed, snuggling as close as you possibly could to her.
"I love you," she whispers into your hair as you drift off into a peaceful sleep, unable to stop the smile that forces its way onto her face.
She would never have thought that you, the babysitter, would have been the person to make her feel loved again, but here you were, giving her everything she wanted and more. 
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The Monster I am
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Summary: After an argument Wanda realizes she may be the monster everyone says she is. 
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: Arguing and mentions of blood
Word count: 1112
a/n: Surprise! Not dead! The fanfiction writer curse is just very real. Anyways here’s some hurt comfort for y’all. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)
As Y/n and Wanda rode the Quinjet with the rest of the team coming back from a mission the negative energy between the two was obvious. Trying to somewhat make amends Wanda began inching her hand towards Y/n’s since she was still sitting next to her. But as soon as her hand grazed Y/n’s Y/n quickly moved her hand away not in the mood for any type of contact. 
Landing at the compound Y/n was the first one to grab her duffle bag and quickly make her way back to the bedrooms with Wanda following her. It doesn’t take long before Wanda is knocking on the door pleading with Y/n her. 
“Y/n, sweetheart please open the door. I just want to talk.” With no response, Wanda could feel a lump grow in her throat. She manages to slip out a joke, “Uh, you know this is my room too right?” Y/n finally opens the door but Wanda is met with a serious expression. “How are we supposed to talk Wanda? You have been getting yourself needlessly hurt to do what? Protect me?”  
Wanda could feel her eyes start to brim with tears but she moved closer to Y/n anyways. “Yes Y/n! That’s all I’ve been trying to do! I love you!” Y/n presses her hands against her face in frustration, “Well then maybe you need to stop Wanda. It seems like you’re forgetting I signed up for this job too. And when you’re too focused on me you’re putting our teammates in danger!” 
Wanda inches closer to Y/n again, “I can’t lose anyone else!” Wanda’s voice softens, “I’ve lost my mother, father, and brother. If I lose one more person I love I don’t know what will happen to me.” Y/n bites the inside of her cheek trying to figure out the right thing to say. 
“I know that Wanda, and I understand that. But that’s also not an excuse to endanger the lives of people I care about.” Wanda lifts up a hand to caress Y/n’s cheek, but at the speed she did it Y/n flinches back. The one simple motion stopped any tears Wanda had in her and replaced them with a special mixture of hurt and anger. 
“Did- did you think I was going to hit you?” Y/n stammers holding back tears of her own, “I- I don’t know.” Wanda clenches her fists trying to hold in any type of intense feelings. 
“Answer. The. Question.” 
“Wanda…” Y/n looks down at something but Wanda can’t be concerned with it. She screams at the top of her lungs, “Just tell me!” She hears a loud thunk. Opening her eyes Wanda first sees blood on the dresser that Y/n was standing in front of. Looking down Y/n is lying on the floor blood begins to stain the grey carpet. 
Lastly looking down at her own hands Wanda notices remnant wisps of red energy circling her hands. She did this. Immediately kneeling over Y/n she pressed her hand against the wound on Y/n’s head trying to stop the bleeding. Tears started to pour from her eyes. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” her voice began to crack. “I’m sorry, please. Please don’t go. Don’t leave me. Not yet.” Someone not too far away was calling Wanda but she couldn’t bear to turn around. She just looked down at her blood-stained hands. Whoever is calling her is getting closer, maybe the world is right. Maybe she is something that needs to be contained. 
The person calling her was right behind her now. “Wanda. Wanda?” As she turned around to see who it was she switched spots with Y/n. Except she wasn’t bleeding or on the floor. She was in bed, with Y/n sitting up staring at her concerned. She can feel Y/n resting a hand on her cheek wiping away a few tears. 
“What was it this time?” Compared to the dream Y/n’s tone was softer, warmer, and more comforting. Trying to ground Wanda a little more Y/n began to move her hand from Wanda’s cheek grazing her arm before slipping her hand under Wanda’s shirt drawing shapes into her back with her fingertips. 
Wanda sits up slightly running a hand through her hair. “We were arguing about me being overprotective of you.” Y/n looks down at Wanda’s hands as she begins playing with Y/n’s free hand avoiding any form of eye contact. 
“Is that it? You were crying a lot this time. You don’t have to tell me anything of course. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Wanda bites the inside of her cheek worried what Y/n may think. 
“When we were arguing you flinched probably thinking I was going to hit you. And I lashed out because of that. I lost control of my powers and hurt you.” Wanda’s eyes begin to well up with tears again as she lets go of Y/n’s hand examining her own in slight fear. “I think I killed you.” 
“Hey, look at me.” Y/n tilts Wanda’s head up meeting her eyes before gently grabbing her hands and kissing them a few times. “It was just a nightmare. Nothing else. I know you would never hurt me. You are amazing in so many ways I can’t explain.” 
“You don’t think I’m overprotective?” Y/n cracks a smile, “No. I think you’re protective of me the same way you are with anyone else on our team. Maybe just a little bit more than them if we’re in a really dangerous situation. But I don’t think you’re overprotective. And even if you were I would understand why. You’ve lost a lot of people you care about. I’d never argue with you over something you feel.” 
Wanda lets out a deep breath finally starting to relax. Giving her a quick forehead kiss Y/n smiles, “So, did you want to watch a few episodes of a show or something?” Wanda raises an eyebrow at her. “Isn’t it late?” Y/n shrugs, “A little but I figured you might not want to go back to sleep yet.” 
Wanda cracks a small grin looking at Y/n, “Well I don’t.” Y/n quickly gets out of bed brushing herself off, “Good. You start thinking of a show then while we raid the kitchen pantry.” As Wanda gets out of bed Y/n grabs onto her hand once more and she lets out a small, “I love you.” Y/n replies back in a soft whisper, “I love you too.”
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Forever (1/2)
Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Warning: here there be angst.
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You never should’ve let Wanda go on that mission. But Clint insisted. He said the team needed the Scarlet Witch. Wanda agreed to it and left. How you wished you had stopped her.
You got a call from Clint right before you were supposed to pick up the boys. Wanda came back in critical condition.
You drove down to the hospital at speeds that surely would’ve gotten you pulled over if it weren’t for the fact that the cops recognized you as an Avenger.
You got to the hospital to find Pietro in the waiting room, he tried to stop you.
“Let me go, Piet”
“Wanda’s find it was a minor head injury but-“ he tried to say before you ran out of his arms and right to her room.
You threw the door open to find your wife, the mother of your two boys, bandaged and bruised. She looked back at you, a warm smile plastering her lips. You threw yourself to her bedside, crying your eyes out.
“I’m so sorry” you tried to say. “I should’ve tried to stop you a little harder. I’m just glad you’re alright.”
“Thank you” your wife looks at you in confusion, “who are you?”
The color drained from your face.
“Are you on the same team as Clint?” You barely heard your wife’s question. How could she not remember you?!
“Wanda it’s me” you tried to articulate
“Oh right…you’re one of my doctors, right?”
You could feel your vision blur. It was like your whole world came crashing down.
You felt a strong pair of arms grab you and steady you.
“Bratok, who is this?” Wanda asks Pietro.
“I’m…” you try to formulate. Pietro gives you a sad smile.
“Y/N’s is your detka, Wanda” Pietro tries to explain. “We’ll give you some rest.”
Pietro guides you out of the hospital room. You practically break down. Your brother in law explains it as total amnesia. Wanda couldn’t remember the last several years. Your courtship, your marriage, even the boys, all of it was erased in her mind.
Your phone buzzes with the caller id of your neighbor and friendly witch, Agatha. You answer to hear your little three year old son, Tommy.
“Poppa? Is Momma okay?” You can hear Billy on the phone with his brother.
You regain your composure, your boys need you to be strong for them, “mommas gonna be in the hospital a little longer pal, so she’s gonna need our love big time”
“Will she get better?” Billy asks.
“Y-Yes” you say as tears form in your eyes. Pietro gives you a strong brotherly hug.
“We are Maximoffs” you state through the phone to your sons, “and family is forever”
“Family forever” the twins state through the phone.
You’d find a way to help Wanda remember. No matter how long it might take.
To Be Continued…
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