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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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

you taking over me | agatha harkness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you always did reach them.

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

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

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

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

He bores you to the bone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mind was somewhere else. Somewhere way more interesting.

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

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

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

Then Agatha entered her bedroom. Using only a towel.

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

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

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

You didn't even tried to look away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can see disdain in your eyes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You both didn't even close the curtain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wandanatsbaby · 3 months

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The Betrayal

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader Warnings: Angst? Not a good ending but there will be a second part

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You wanted to trust her. You really did. But everytime you looked at her all you saw and thought about was the betrayal.

It was the night of your 15th birthday. Pietro had always been faster then both of you so he went out to go gather some food while wanda did her best to clean up the old little apartment that some lady rent you all. You watched Wanda walk around and mutter to herself as she cleaned various things. You had offered to help her but she declined everytime saying “Its your birthday you need to rest.”

When Pietro had gotten back he brought more food than you all needed. You questioned it but he brushed it off and you believed him not noticing the sad look the twins gave each other. The night was wonderful and you had the best birthday. Wanda your crush since you were little had even confessed and kissed you. You didnt think things could get any better.

Later that night wanda dragged you to your shared room and you both made love to each other all night. She held you close and whispered how much she loved you into your ear while silent tears fell down her face.

The next morning when you woke up you were alone. You searched the whole house but couldn’t find the twins anywhere. And when you made it to the kitchen you found a single sticky note stuck to the fridge.

My Detka,

Im so sorry we did this. But me and Pietro had to leave. I am not allowed to tell you where due to reasons but just know were safe.

We didn’t want to leave you but we had to. You don’t need to be brought into the life were going to be living.

Last night was the best night of my life. I hope you know I meant it when I said I love you.

Pietro made sure there was plenty of food in the fridge to last you about a week. And I arranged for someone to bring you food everyweek after.

You’ll be okay. We are still looking after you. Just stay with the apartment.

We’ll see each other again

Wanda

You spent the day sobbing as you immediately threw the sticky note away and packed your stuff. You didn’t want to be in this apartment anymore. You felt disgusting and used.

Once all your stuff was packed you immediately left. You had connections that would help you get out of this city and hopefully this country.

Thats how you ended up joining the avengers. Your connection had gotten you a flight to America more specifically New York. Natasha Romanoff was the one that had brought you in.

She had caught you attempting to steal from her and when she went to confront you, you punched her. You both spent about 20 minutes fighting each other.

You weren’t sure what she saw in you but she brought you back to the avengers tower and you had quickly found your new home.

The battle of Ultron was when you saw the twins again. They were working with him and had powers. You remembering first seeing Wanda. The way her face went from shocked to angry when seeing you with them.

You were the first one that she used her magic on. She had made you relieve not only the day they left you but the night before and the day the bombs hit. Steve had to carry you onto the quinjet and sat you next to Natasha who was also out of it.

When the battle was over and Pietro being dead Wanda had joined the avengers team. You stayed away from her as much as possible. She tried talking to you multiple times but you always would just walk away.

You refused the dinners she would make, refused to train with her, and even refused to go on missions with her.

Thats what lead you here to being trapped up against a corner with Wanda looking angrily down at you. You refused to meet her eyes and instead looked at you hands.

“Y/n look at me!” she yelled as her hand hit the wall beside your head causing you to flinch. Noticing this she took a deep breath to calm herself. “Detka please. I just want to talk.”

Slowly you moved your head up to look at her. “You left. You and Pietro left me. You left me alone.” You stated quietly as you looked at her. She frowned but nodded.

“I know we did. But we had someone looking after you. Did you not get the food?” She asked worriedly trying not to imagine you starving in that small apartment.

“I left. I couldn’t stay there after you had… I couldnt.” You looked away again not wanting to look at the witch anymore.

Slowly she brought her hand up to your face and rubbed your cheek.

“Lyubov Im so sorry we left you. We should have stayed. I should have stayed. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. But please stop pushing me away.” You look back up at her with tears in your eyes.

“Please just leave me alone” You begged the girl as the tears ran down your cheeks. “I can’t look at you without remembering that or when you put those memories back into my head. I can’t sleep at night knowing that you were okay with doing that to me. So please. Just leave me alone.” You quickly pushed past her as she was distracted and ran off to your room. You hopped she would listen to you.

Wanda on the other hand was devastated. How could you tell her to leave you alone? She loved you and she wanted to be with you. She knew you loved her to and she was going to do everything in her power to have you back. You were made for each other. She saw it when she touched the scepter. She saw the life you would both live together. You were hers.

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scarletlizzard · 3 months

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Caller ID

Pairings: wanda x reader

Tags: little bit a fluff as always, angst, sad ×2

A/n: I would love to hear what you guys think! Messages are always open and taking requests. Thanks so so much for reading. More soon! ♡

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Ring. Ring. Ring.

It couldn't be possible, right?

Ring. Ring. Ring.

There was no way you were calling Wanda, not after everything that happened.

She sat on the couch, staring at the caller ID that read your name on the phone that she held in her hand. A picture of you flashes on the screen. With a shaky hand, she hits the green button, bringing the phone to her ear.

"H-Hello?"

"Little witch..." Wanda lets out a small breath as she hears you use your nickname for her.

"Y/N? She asks, trying to calm herself.

"Hi, little witch. Did you miss me?" Your voice is soft, a happy tone.

Wanda closes her eyes at your words, biting her lip. "Of course, sweetheart. Every single day.."

"I miss you too.. I just wanted to hear your voice again. It's... it's been too long." You sigh as you speak, Wanda nods even though you can't see her. "Tell me a story, Wanda."

"A story?"

"Yeah, a story. How about our first date?" Wanda can practically hear your smile, and she can't help but laugh.

"Our first date.." Wanda smiles as she thinks back to one of her favorite memories.

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It had been 4 months since Wanda moved into the Avengers Compound. 4 months of the two of you watching sitcoms late at night, cooking Sokovian dishes in the kitchen, being a shoulder to cry on when Wanda needed it. 4 months of being afraid to tell her how you really felt.

You took a deep breath as you stood outside her door, a bouquet of yellow daisies in your hand. Before you can knock at the door, you see red whisps around the handle, the door opening in front of you. Wanda sits on her bed, hand raised and fingers burning red. She smiles widely at the sight of you standing there with your fist raised, flowers in your hand.

"Hi.." Is all you manage out, a stupid grin on your face. Wanda chuckles and stands up, walking closer to you. "You knew I was out there, huh?" You ask her and shut the door behind you.

"Your thoughts are.. very loud, detka," she says softly, standing in front of you. You feel your cheeks burn at the realization she already knew why you were here, a blush creeping up your neck. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Wanda smiles.

You take a deep breath, holding the flowers out to her. "Wanda I-" You pause, trying to find the right words. You had practiced this in your head for an hour, but now that you were standing in front of her and she was looking at you with those beautiful green eyes. All your thoughts flew out the window. "Will you.. uh.."

Wanda reaches out to take the flowers from you, her soft fingertips brushing against yours. "Will I..?" She says, looking at you knowingly as she smells the flowers. You chuckle and scratch the back of your head, not believing the effect the witch had on you.

"Will you please go on a date... with me. Tonight?"

Wanda looks at your red cheeks, the small nervous twitch of your fingers, the way her hoodie hugged your body. She knew what you were coming to ask her, and she couldn't be happier.

"Of course I will, Y/N.." Her hand reaches up to cup your cheek, reassuringly moving her thumb across your skin. You lean into her touch with a wide smile, taking over your face.

"You already knew, huh?"

"Kind of.." Wanda laughs, and you can't help but laugh along with her.

Later that night, the two of you had left the compound and got dinner at Wandas' favorite restaurant, dessert at your favorite ice cream shop.

"I swear, Wands. Once you try it, you'll never be able to enjoy any other ice cream again," you say with a serious expression, holding out an ice cream cone to her. Wanda could only chuckle at your demeanor, taking the cone from you. She licked along the vanilla cream, hot fudge warming her lips. You watch her with careful eyes.

"Well?" You ask.

"Holy shit.. this is amazing!"

You laugh at her words, nodding your head and enjoying your own cone. She took your hand in hers, letting your fingers tangle between the two of you. You led her a few streets down, pausing in front of a tall building. Wanda looks up, down to you.

"Feel like flying a little?" You smirk at her, catching the sparkle in her eyes. You look up, using your powers to fly up into the air and onto the roof of the building. Wanda flies behind you, red swirls circling around her. When she lands on the roof, she sees a couple of old chairs set up, strands of light hanging around them. Walking forward, she sees a few dead plants and a couple of comic books.

"Yeah, I uh, this is where I usually come to just... stop. You know? I haven't been in a while since, well, since you came into my life." Wanda turns to look at you as you speak, and you're stood staring at her with a smile on your face. You take a step towards her.

"Wanda, ever since we met, I've just.. I feel like I've finally learned how to breathe. Everything before you was black and white and now.." You reach over to one of the dead plants that sat on the ground, the tips of your fingers glowing yellow as you touch it. Wanda watches with amusement as the plant comes to life, its dark branches becoming bright green, and its wilted leaves blooming wildly at your touch. "I truly feel alive when I'm with you."

There's a moment where neither of you speak or say a word, just looking into the other ones eyes. Wanda steps closer, closing the gap between the two of you. Her hands cup your cheeks, and a smile plays on her lips.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?" She whispers, breath fanning against your mouth. Instead of replying, you lean forward, connecting your lips with hers.

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"We spent the whole night on that roof, watching the stars.. I didn't want to stop kissing you," Wanda admits with a chuckle, hearing you laugh from the other side of the phone.

"I miss your kisses... I love the way you kiss me. You always kiss me like it's the first and last time," Your voice trails, Wanda feels her heart race.

"Y/N..."

"Wands, I have to go now.. I'll call you tomorrow. Okay?"

"Okay, detka."

Wanda hears a click as you end the call. She sits there for what feels like hours before her phone rings again. She quickly looks at the screen, hopes diminishing she sees Natashas name light up. Wanda sighs and shakes her head, declining the call. She turns the TV on and turns on a random sitcom, watching until her eyes burn and she can no longer keep them open.

The Next Day

Wanda woke up late in the day, immediately checking her phone. The only calls she has missed are a few from Natasha. She rubs her eyes and wonders if last night was a dream, but when she checks her call history, it clearly shows your name.

After a slow start, she spends the day cleaning, in case anyone decides to stop by. They did that a lot now, randomly showing up at her door. Mostly Natasha. By night time, she was pacing her bedroom and biting her nails. The other hand held her phone.

Maybe you weren't going to call.

Maybe you had changed your mind.

Maybe you didn't want to talk to her.

Her own thoughts were caught off guard by the strong buzzing in her hand. She looked down and found herself smiling as your face popped up on the screen.

"Little witch.. I told you I was going to call," you chuckle softly. Wanda shakes her head.

"How do you always know what I'm thinking? I'm supposed to be the mind reader." Wanda jokes.

"Because you're my favorite book, and I've memorized every word. Cover to cover, read a million times."

Wanda lays on her back on the bed and closes her eyes. She always loved the way you spoke to her, no matter how cheesy the words came out.

"You know me better than anyone, better than anyone ever will... Are you okay, Y/N?"

"I'm perfect now that I'm talking to you." Wanda pictures you smiling against the phone.

"Tell me a story, Wands. Please?"

She thinks for a moment, opening her eyes to stare at the ceiling above her.

"I remember the first time I told you I loved you." Wanda smiles as she hears you sigh happily.

***

It was pouring rain, it had been for days now.

You and Wanda had enjoyed it, staying in your room with her favorite sitcoms playing and cuddling close under the covers. Currently, you had your head on Wandas chest, listening to her soft breathing. It was calming, hearing the steady beat of her heart. She twirled a strand of your hair on her finger, staring down at you.

"What are you thinking about, detka?" She asks.

"Nothing in particular.. mostly about you." You can't help but giggle, and Wanda can't help the warmth in her body as she hears your laugh.

"What about me?" She raises her eyebrow, watching as you sit up. You smirk at her, giving her a mischievous smile.

"I was just wondering... how ticklish you are!" You quickly move to straddle her waist, hands attacking her sides. Wanda throws her head back in fits of laughter, trying to swat your hands away. "Oooh, looks like you are very ticklish, little witch!" You're laughing with her now, feeling nothing but pure joy.

Red clouds form around you, and Wandas eyes glow red as she flips the two of you around, pinning you your hands to the bed. You're both panting now, trying to catch your breath as you calm down from laughing. Wanda is smiling down at you with emerald eyes, the brightest smile you've ever seen on her face.

"I love you, Y/N.." She speaks softly, face becoming more serious as she looks at you.

"Y-You do?" You whisper back, mouth parted and eyebrows raised. She nods.

"I love you so, so much.." She leans forward to kiss you passionately, putting all of her love for you into it. She wanted you to know how much she loved you and how important you were to her.

"I love you, Wanda," you mumble into the kiss, feeling her lips curl up into a smile. The two of you stop for a second, each taking in the moment of what you both just said.

The rain hits the windows harshly as she kisses you again, and you know in this moment, you are loved.

***

"I love that story," you say with another sigh. "We made love the entire night.. I think Tony almost kicked us out. We weren't there much long after that." You were giggling now, and Wanda could almost see the blush on your cheeks as she smiled.

"I love you, Y/N.. come home," Wanda whispers into the phone, turning on her side on the bed. She pictures you there, drawing circles on her back. "Come home to me.." She begs.

"Oh little witch.. I love you so much. I love hearing our stories. I have to go. We can talk more tomorrow?"

Wanda squeezes her eyes shut.

"Of course, sweetheart."

The call ends, and Wandas left alone, staring at the dark screen of her phone. A few minutes later, a text message pops up.

Nat - Hey, Wanda. Everything is prepared, Tony is planning for the day after tomorrow. Call me back.. if I don't hear back, I'm coming over.

Wanda - I'll be there. Can you pick me up?

Nat - Of course. It starts at 1, I'll pick you up at 12.

Wanda takes a deep breath and runs a shaky hand through her hair. Before she lays down, she turns the ringer on her phone up all the way.

The Next Morning

Wanda was looking in the closet for something to wear for tomorrow. Nothing seemed right. She angrily tossed the clothes on the ground, ripping shirt after shirt and pant after pant off of the hangers and onto the ground. She fell to her knees in the pile of clothes, her head in her hands.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

She peeked through her hands, listening to her phone ring. When she heard it again, she ran across the room to grab it, immediately pressing the green button.

"Good morning, my love." All of Wandas worries melted off her body, the wrinkles on her forehead disappearing as she heard your voice.

"Detka.. I wasn't expecting you to call until later," She says, staring at the now empty closet. Wanda flicks her wrist, and the clothes begin hanging themselves back up. "Not that I'm mad about it." She adds in.

"I couldn't help myself, I missed you."

"God, detka. I miss you so much." Wanda sits on the ground, her back leaning against the bed.

"I know, little witch. But I'll see you soon." Your words comfort her, and she finds herself smiling. "I know things have been so hard for you lately, but I'm always here for you... My sweet Wanda..." Your tone is cheerful, Wandas heart skips a beat.

"Want to hear another story, sweetheart?" Wanda asks.

"I think today I'll tell you one, Wands."

"Oh? What about?"

"The happiest week of my life."

Wanda freezes, clenching the phone in her hand. She nods slowly and lets out a sigh, "Okay."

"I remember it was a beautiful day, the perfect day.."

***

"I do."

"I definitely do," you say with a smile on your face, squeezing Wandas hands.

"You may now kiss the bride!"

Wanda pulls you closer, dipping you back as her lips press firmly against yours. Your arms wrap around her, both of you smiling into the kiss it almost wasn't a kiss. Just your faces pressed against each other.

When you pull back, you hear the slow claps of Natasha and Tony, the only other ones in the courtroom.

"So when's the honeymoon?" Tony smirks at the two of you, the four of you standing outside the courthouse.

"Hopefully soon," Wanda says with a smile, squeezing your hand in hers.

"Alright, well, we're having a party tomorrow night at the compound. No questions asked! Pepper is going to be furious that there wasn't a wedding." Tony laughs, Natasha along with him.

"Fine, fine. We'll be there!" You say, squeezing Wandas hand back.

***

"We couldn't even wait to have a wedding, remember baby? I just wanted to marry you so badly. I wanted to have your name.."

"Mrs. Maximoff.. I called you that all night, all week." Tears were threatening to fall from her shiny emerald eyes as she thinks back to the day. You giggle from the other side of the phone.

"We had on those rings we won from the arcade. Remember the one around the corner from our apartment?"

Wanda stands to look out of the window. She can see the flashing lights, even in the daytime, of the pizza/arcade place. She pictures the two of you walking hand and hand down the street.

"We were supposed to go on our honeymoon after that, but Steve called..."

"Why do they need you? And if they do I can go with you!" Wanda sighs as she watches you pack your bag, noticing you take a few of her shirts. She puts her hand on yours and lifts it up, kissing the ring on your finger. You smile at her.

"Little witch... I won't be gone long. They need me because I'm the whole reason why it all started." You sit on the bed, pulling her down with you and wrapping an arm around her. You sigh and kiss her cheek.

"I've told you about my past, how-" You pause, trying to find the right words.

"I haven't always been good. I've done some fucked up things and, I've got to make things right." Wanda sits and listens, understanding. Before she can ask to come again you stand up. "Besides, someone has to take care of Wade for me!" You smile and point to the fish tank on your end table, a bright red beta fish swims around.

Wanda looks at you, then to your fish. You both understood why you didn't want Wanda to go. It was going to be dangerous. She knows, of all people, what kind of past you lived. You hurt people, innocent people, for a cause you thought you believed in. She understood. So when the time came, she kissed you goodbye, kissing you like it was the first and last time.

"I'll call you.." You mumble in between kisses.

"Every.." Kiss. "Single.." Kiss. "Day.." Kiss. Wanda knew her kisses were your weakness, and it worked for a while. You were an hour late to meet Steve, but the smile on her face was worth it.

"You promise you'll call?" Wanda asks, standing in the doorway. You kiss her softly.

"I promise. I love you, little witch." You step back, a smile on your face. She couldn't help but smile back. You knew your smile was her weakness.

"I love you more, detka.."

"You kissed me for an hour straight," You laugh into the phone, Wanda wipes the tears off of her cheeks, laughing along with you.

"I really didn't want you to leave.. why did you leave?" She whispers the last part. You're quiet for a moment.

"I wanted to be a better person. I wanted to know that I did everything I could to make the world a better and safer place. For you.. for our kids."

Wanda sighs and sniffles, shaking her head.

"What were the names we picked out? I think we picked Billy..." Your tone is playful again. Wanda chuckles and rolls her eyes.

"Tommy.. We could never agree." She smiles through her tears.

"No, we never could, could we?" You sigh happily. "So maybe we'll have two."

"Twins run in my family," Wanda says, thinking of her own twin. More tears threatened to fall. She looks onto your side of the bed, a bright red fish swimming around in a tank on the nightstand.

"I know, sweetheart. I know. I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow. Okay? I love you."

Wanda sniffles, wiping her eyes, "I love you more."

The Next Day

"You ready?" Natasha asks, calling out to Wanda. She stood in Wandas living room, staring at a photo on the side table. It was a selfie of you and Wanda. She was kissing your cheek as you stuck your tongue out and closed your eyes. Natasha smiles at the sweet memory, being torn from her thoughts as Wanda walks into the room from down the hallway.

She decided she didn't care about an outfit. Wanda wore your favorite hoodie. It still smelled like your perfume. Natasha gives her a sad smile, pulling Wanda into her arms and hugging her tightly.

Wanda left the apartment with Natasha for the first time in weeks. She didn't really speak as Natasha drove. Wanda only listened to her and occasionally nodded her head. Wanda was focused on the clouds in the sky and the raindrops spilling from them. She was trying not to think of the phone in her pocket.

"The flowers are beautiful. Such a pretty yellow," Natasha says as she stares at the garden, holding an umbrella up over Wandas head. Wanda doesn't even try to wipe the tears that fall or bother to look at the others standing around her.

"Yellow daisies," is the only reply Natasha gets. As the two of them stand there together, Wanda feels her phone vibrate. She doesn't reach for it.

Her hand brushes against the dry leaves of a plant, once bright green but now a faded brown. As Wanda stares out into the city, her phone vibrates for the second time today. She inhales deeply, inhaling the familiar scent of the hoodie she wore. She answers the phone, not bothering to check the caller ID. She knows who it is.

"Little witch..." she hears as she puts the phone to her ear.

"Why didn't you answer my call?"

Wanda is silent for a moment, tears running down her face.

"Because I was at your funeral."

"I know. It was beautiful..." Wanda can't help the sobs that leave her mouth as she sits in the rickety chair.

"I don't understand," She says, chest tight as the sobs continue to thrash her shoulds forward.

"You do, Wands. Since the first call, you knew." She hears you sigh softly, your voice full of care. She felt as if her whole body was being hugged, just by hearing your voice.

Wanda thinks back to the day.

***

She was sitting in your shared apartment, watching TV. Her phone rang, and she looked at it excitedly, expecting to hear from you. Instead, she saw Natashas name.

"Wanda.." Her stomach dropped at the widows' sorrowful tone, the sniffle that came from the other side.

"Nat? What-whats wrong?" Wanda stands quickly.

"I'm on my way to you right now, I'll explain everything when I-"

"No! Tell me right now. What's going on? Is it Y/N? Is she hurt?" Wandas mind begins to race, her heart beating out of her chest at the thought of you getting hurt. Natasha sighs, another sniffle.

"No, Wanda, she- " Natasha pauses, not believing the words she is about to say. "Y/N got hurt, really bad. They said they did everything they could, but Wanda.. she didn't make it."

The phone in her hand drops to the floor, her whole body shaking. Nats' muffled voice can be heard from the phone, still speaking, but no one to listen. Wanda falls to the ground, the entire room burning red as she begins to sob. Natasha ran in only a few minutes later, finding the place a wreck.

She couldn't even have a funeral for you right away. They had to get you back.

***

"Why do you keep calling me?" Her voice is small, throat scratchy from the sobs.

"Because I promised I would."

Wanda sniffles, and you're quiet as she cries for a moment. When she calms a little, she looks over to the empty chair next to her on the roof. She didn't care if this was real or not. If she was losing her mind, if she was making this up. She was hearing your voice, and that was real enough.

"You'll call every day?" She stares at the sun setting, leaning back into the chair and inhaling deeply as she wraps your hoodie tighter around her.

"Every single day, little witch. How about another story?" Wanda hears the smile on your face and closes her eyes, rubbing the small bump of her stomach.

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A/n: I got this idea from a writing prompt that I can't find anymore! The prompt was -

"Why didn't you answer?"

"I was at your funeral."

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lizzieislife94x · 2 months

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My New Boss (e.o)

Requested <3 LizziexFem Reader GxG Legal age gap 🤭 y/n is 22 lizzie is 34

Did ya miss me 😏😏 sorry for not updating haha had a shitty few weeks I'm currently hungover so fricking bad so thought I'd give yall a one shot gonna try and update a few so send me requests please I go on holiday in 10 daya so gonna try and update a few before then ✌🏻

Y/ns POV:

I look over to my roommate June who has a huge smirk on her face "what it's 7am why are you smirking at me" I say rolling my eyes as I grab my cup of coffee "someone's looking all cute and sexy for her boss" I don't even need to look at her I can hear her smirk "no, no" i start as I look down at my outfit a simple cute shirt with a shortish skirt and some simple black heels "this is just smart work clothes" I huff as she laughs "yeah yeah I've seen your boss and that is one hot milf" I frown "she doesn't have kids dickhead" she walks towards me placing her hands on my shoulders "maybe not but she's 34 and you're 22 she's 12 years older" I pull away and put my coffee cup in the dishwasher "I don't like her like that" I lie to myself and my roommate "I just admire her and somewhat look up to her she's always been nice to me that's it" I say as I make my way to the front door "now I gotta go or I'll be late" with that I quickly make my way to my car to start the short journey to work.

As I walk in and swipe my card I smile and greet the reception workers "morning ladies" I say with a smile as I make my way up towards my bosses office my heart beating a little faster as I stop and knock "come in" I hear her loud but sweet voice as I make my way inside "good morning miss olsen" I swear as she looks up her face lights up "well good morning y/n you look great today" she smiles as she places her pen down giving me her full attention "uh thank you, you too miss olsen" I blush playing with my fingers "that skirt is gonna have alot of eyes on you y/n" she speaks with a tone to her voice maybe jealousy no why would she be I clear my throat and straighten my skirt "I uh I'm sorry I didn't think it would be inappropriate miss olsen ill stick to pants" I say feeling my cheeks burn as I look into her eyes she has her bottom lip captured in her teeth "I think you should stick to the skirts you look extremely sexy" I feel my heart racing at her words "why don't you go grab us both a coffee and then ill give you work for the day not sure what needs done at the moment" I nod and turn to rush to the kitchen to pour 2 cups of coffee making my way back as quickly as possible "here you go miss olsen" I say as I place her coffee on the table as she gives me her adorable bright smile "please take a seat y/n" I sit as she looks at me "so you've been here 2 months now how are you finding it" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee what sounds like a moan leaving her lips "I've absolutely loved it everyone is so friendly and made me feel so welcome, I have a great boss and great co workers what more can a girl want in a job" I smile as I hold my coffee in both in hands "that's great I'm glad you're loving it im hoping you stick around you're the best assistant/worker I've had working by in a long time you get the work done properly" I can't help smile like a fool as she praises me "oh I am indeed loving it and the people are great a few of the girls around the office invited me to a night out on Friday so I'm glad to be included" she frowns slightly as she tilts her head "a night out huh with drinking and stuff" she asks taking me by surprise as I nod sipping my coffee "well maybe I'll join you ladies" I almost chock on my coffee as my eyes widen, no fuck I can't have her near me or see me when I'm drunk what if I make a move or day something stupid and loose my job fuck "hey y/n where did you go, that wouldn't be a problem would it?" I try to compose myself as I sit straight "oh uh no that won't be a problem you are more than welcome to join us ill find out the details from the girls at lunch and ill let you know when and where" I smile kicking myself inside "great ill look forward to it" she smirks as she says it, fuck why does she look so good "can you take these files and copy them that should take you to lunch" she says as she pushes a pile of files I smile and get to work.

8 hours later:

I sigh slamming myself onto the couch as I get texts from 2 of the girls asking why I invited the boss I quickly inform them it was an accident as I throw my phone one the couch "damn was work that bad you look like shit" I hear June say as she plops down beside me I groan and look at her "lizzie was asking how I was finding the job and we where chatting and I told her I have a night out with the girls from work on Friday and now she's coming to I can't drink alcohol around her you know how I am, ill either think fuck it and make a move or I'll tell her something stupid" I rant as she laughs slightly "hey y/n calm down it will be OK here's what to do find a girl, drink and dance and have fun maybe get a kiss or two and you'll be fine if you have your attention on a cute girl you won't do anything stupid" I think for a second and sigh "yeah I guess you're right" i say standing up and I go to my room to get changed into shorts and a vest trying not to think about the night out in days.

AN: I genuinely hope this makes sense I feel it doesn't I wasn't planning on making it 2 parts but it was long before I even had a chance to put smut so the next part will be smut with a cheeky little night out with the boss 🤭 I hope yall are doing amazing! Remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 😘 requestes are open as always, word count 1.2k

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widowmaxff · 3 months

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I’ve been having some bad days, could you write something where Y/N is having a rough week and pretends she’s fine except Wanda knows her daughter and comforts her?

I just love the way you write Wanda as a mother and that she just always knows

overwhelmed

pairings: mom!wanda maximoff × fem!reader

warnings: angst, reader crying, depressed reader — i think that's all!

a/n: tysm for your request love and im so sorry for your bad days, i really hope things get better for you and if you need someone to talk you can dm me, okay? <33

Interacting with any other human being was the last thing you wanted to do today. Saying that you had a bad week was an understatement, all the bad things that could happen to you happened. And not just things around you, but also your mind didn't stop for a second. You felt so overwhelmed that anyone could see on your face how much that week was hurting you.

"This can't be happening right now." You mumble as you feel the raindrops start to fall on your head. There was still more than half the way until you arrived at the Compound, you didn't have an umbrella, much less a coat to protect yourself from the cold that would come. No one could come and get you since everyone was busy and you didn't want to disturb your mother, she had enough problems to deal with yours.

You were coming home from school after another stressful day. You've spent the last few weeks studying for an incredibly difficult test, especially in a subject you had difficulty with, and seeing that big red note made your urge to cry even more. You studied so much that you thought it was impossible for that to happen. So many nights without having slept and so many energy drinks wasted for nothing.

You were absolutely soaked when you stepped into the Compound. Your sneakers made a funny noise when you stepped on them, but the only thing you wanted to do now was take them off your feet and throw them at the person closest to you, shouting in their face. "You're going to clean this up, Little Maximoff." Tony's annoying voice says, obviously joking, but still your head hurt just hearing that you had to do something that day. Your jaw tightens and you close your eyes tightly, taking a deep breath.

"I know, Tony." You ramble, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible. You walk past him to head towards your room, feeling your eyes burn from having something else on your list of things that made your week worse than it already was.

On normal days the first thing you would do was go look for your mother in her office, but the last thing you wanted to do that day was worry her, because you knew that the moment she laid eyes on you she would know that something was wrong. And filling her with your problems would make you feel guilty for a long time, you hated making people feel sorry for you and looking like you were a baby. You just needed to calm down, didn't you?

"Fuck!" You scream when you see all your notebooks soaked, especially your sketchbook, which you spent hours and hours drawing. You drop your things on the floor and run your hands through your hair, taking a deep breath. You wished your mother was there now, she would know what to do and help you with whatever you needed to calm down, but you put that idea out of your head before you ran towards her arms.

You enter the bathroom connected to your room and take off your clothes before you catch a cold. The hot water from the shower makes your muscles finally relax after the terrible days you prayed would end. In a few seconds you no longer knew what water was or what the tears on your face were. All those things that happened in your week came together into one, and you started to feel like you were on that empty, dark hole that took you a long time to get out of. You thought that maybe the problem was you, that maybe you deserved all those bad things, from the smallest to the ones that made you cry and scream like that moment.

You didn't hear the knock on your door because your bad thoughts were so loud that it was almost impossible to even hear the shower water hitting the floor. But when Wanda entered her room after hearing no response, she felt like something was wrong at the moment. She looks at your completely wet things lying on the floor and frowns. You told your mom you didn't need a ride home from school, but apparently, you did.

"Honey, is everything okay?" When she heard the shower turning off after long minutes, she knocked on the bathroom door just to let you know she was there and see if everything was okay. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." You say in a low voice, taking a deep breath. You knew that the moment you left the bathroom, your mother would know that your bad thoughts came back again, but you also knew that she wouldn't pressure you to say anything.

You close the bathroom door quietly, finally looking into Wanda's green eyes and seeing the worry through them. She held your backpack in her hands with her face confused at you, because she wouldn't think twice to get in the car and drive to you. "I was almost here at the Compound and the rain caught me." You chuckled, trying to hide your red eyes, your cheeks and the tip of your nose with the same color as your mother's hair.

"Are you okay, love?" She asks again, her face relaxed now. You put a fake smile on your face, but still with enormous affection for your mother.

"Yeah, just a little upset that my sketchbook got ruined, but it's okay." You don't completely lie. Yes, you were upset that your drawings would now have to go in the trash, but no, nothing was okay.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Wanda says approaching you. You just throw it away, muttering 'it's okay' but she wraps her arms around you, giving you a relaxing hug. Your mother leaves a long kiss on your head, making the urge to cry increase even more. You loved all the affectionate actions that your mother gave you, it made you feel so vulnerable and light. "Come on, let's get you something to eat, shall we?" You didn't like eating when you were feeling bad like that, you felt like you were going to throw up when you put anything in your stomach because of the anxiety, but you just agreed.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice when you arrived in the kitchen which, unfortunately, was made up of a few people. You felt so overwhelmed that being in the same environment as some people made you feel even worse. The small group of Avengers on your left irritated you. The loud noises they made. The conversations. The sound of people swallowing food. The tapping of Steve's shoe on the floor. Everything irritated you. From the small scratches on the counter to the farthest lamp that blinked every one minute and two seconds. Wanda noticed that. She noticed that you were itching to keep from freaking out. That you closed your eyes tightly trying to ignore your surroundings. That she needed to do something to help. She wanted to come to you and ask what intrigued you so much. What made you take deep breaths and crack your fingers every second was curious.

"Thank you, momma." She almost didn't hear you because of your low and hoarse voice. Wanda leaves a kiss on your head as she watches your foot bouncing up and down, eating the sandwich she made.

Wanda debated in her head what she could do to make you feel better. She knew she couldn't pressure you into saying anything, but she was so worried that she would do anything to see you well again. And even if it got to the point where she had to read your mind, she couldn't. You somehow managed to block your mother from reading your thoughts and seeing what was wrong.

You place your plate in the sink, taking a deep breath. Finally you would get away from people and that feeling of anxiety would finally leave you, that's what you thought. You thought that just a few hours of lying in bed doing nothing would solve your problems, but deep down, you knew that wasn't what would happen. And, now walking towards your room, not even your plan of closing yourself under the covers would be complete, as your mother followed you with the comfortable atmosphere that she always exuded.

You lie in your bed watching your mother calmly wait for your permission to lie down next to you. You nod to her with a smile on your face. Wanda puts her arms around your body, running her hand on your back, making your body relax. You loved these moments between the two of you, you realized how important you are to her and how loved you are. "You know you can always talk to me, don't you?" She murmurs, making you lean into her even more. Your face was in the crook of her neck, hiding how your lip trembled trying to hold back your crying. "I love you so much, sweetheart."

You finally let out a sob when Wanda murmurs those words that came out of her mouth so sweetly. Her grip around you tightens as she feels tears fall onto the skin of her neck, leaving a kiss on your head. The caress on your back never stopped, reassuring you that you were safe in your mother's arms. "It's okay, baby. Everything's going to be okay." You hated crying out loud, but at that moment you couldn't control all those feelings that made your heart ache spilling across your face, and Wanda was there to remind you that it was okay to cry and feel that way. "I-I'm sorry."

"Honey... we never apologize because of our emotions, right? Never." Wanda pulls you to place you on her lap, making you lay your head on her chest. You start playing with the hem of your mother's shirt, sniffling as you try to think of words you could say to her. "Do you want to talk about it, детка?"

"It was just... a bad week." You murmur, snuggling even closer to Wanda, feeling her heartbeat in your ear, which made you calm down a little more. "I just- I'm just feeling so overwhelmed and... and I don't know what to do."

"Oh, baby... it's okay. We'll get through this, yeah? It's okay to feel this way and I'll help you with whatever you need, my love." She strokes your hair, making your body relax in her lap. You agree, feeling her comfortable words enter your ears and help you with the horrible thoughts. "You're so strong, honey. Remember you're not alone, okay?" You mumble something, agreeing with her. You never knew how Wanda could make you feel better with just a few words, maybe it was her magic? You never knew. But she would always be your best friend and the person who would always make you feel better again. "Thank you, momma."

You would never be able to explain how grateful you were to have your mother by your side, because there are so many people in the world who don't have that comfort, and just thinking about not having someone to help you through your episodes made you feel sick. Even if she didn't say it, you knew Wanda was afraid you'd go back to that time when the hole was deeper than it is now. You remember exactly how she cried with you when you vented to her about everything you were feeling, and how she helped you every step of the way again.

"You don't need to thank me, детка. I love you so much, okay? I will always be by your side, on whatever you need." And you knew she was telling the truth, because Wanda loves you so much. You will always be her little miracle and the most important thing in her life. She feels so proud of you, because she knows that you can get through this, that you are strong enough to get through all the challenges in your life. She believes in your ability to overcome these difficult times - because you can - and there will always be people to support and walk alongside you, because you'll never be alone.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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Could I request wanda x f!reader who maybe came home from a bad day at work and becomes a porcupine type personality and pushes people away when she worries and Wanda cuddles her and knows just what to do? :) love your stories!!

fem!plus size reader, wc: 321

cw! slight warning for unhealthy coping habits!

a/n: SUPER SWEET GIRLFRIEND WANDA TO THE RESCUE!!

At this point, you started to question whether or not homelessness was all that bad. You could hardly stand your boss let alone your coworkers. You hated that the only way you knew how to cope with your stress was to stick to yourself, and you knew that not only was hurting you, but also your girlfriend.

As you came home, you didn’t bother to greet Wanda, heading straight to your bedroom where you had begun to strip out of your work clothes, tossing them carelessly at your hamper without even knowing if they made it in or not.

“Honey?” You heard Wanda call out to you from the couch. You didn’t answer her as you got out your pajamas and laying them out on your bed. Her feet padded against the floors before she leant against the frame of the door.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” She asked in concern. You just shrugged, not bothering to give her an answer as you pulled your shirt over your head, followed by pulling up your pants. “Nothing.” You said simply before sliding under the covers. She just sighed, following you into bed.

She knew that you had only gotten like this when work was rough, and she wanted nothing more than to give those assholes a piece of her mind for hurting her sweet lover. Her arm moved to wrap around you, and you just went limp, allowing her to pull you into her chest where you nuzzled into her bosom.

“Now, what’s wrong?” She asked once more. You had finally broken down, tears staining her shirt as you gripped on the material for dear life, like an anchor. “Everyone sucks.” You mumbled through your tears. You could feel her laugh reverberate against the side of your face. “I know baby, I know.” She said comfortingly, running a hand up and down your back.

“’M sorry.” She just sighed. “It’s okay darling, I understand.”

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queerpumpkinnn · 8 months

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So for the Sapphic September, (ik it's only August but im excited) i was wondering if you could write a little something of fem!reader x Wanda Maximoff and she cooks for the reader and they have a cute little breakfast date<3

Oh and also hi ilysm and your writing is *mwah* 🤌

anything for you lee <33

Sapphic September 1st: Monte Cristo, Dearest

0.6k words

Summary: Breakfast date at home with Wanda!

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: eating, pure sweet fluff, like one sexual innuendo, let me know if I've missed anything!

The feeling of gentle lips pressed to your temple roused you, against your own will. In truth, you'd been awake for an hour, but you relished in the weighted, blurry state that made your flesh feel as stone for as long as you could.

But as lulling as that was, too many enticing sensations were pricking your senses. A sweet scent tickled your nostrils from somewhere around you, light blaring at you even through your eyelids, the rich hum that encouraged you to blink open your eyes.

"Good morning, lazy."

You peered up at the woman in front of you. You mentally flipped her the bird, and she could probably see you doing it. She laughed upon seeing you lift your head from the pillow- partly because she knew it held no real venom, and partly because there were probably lines on the side of your face.

"Not lazy." You mumbled, rolling halfway onto your back to stretch.

"Mm, a little lazy." Wanda smiled. "It's ten thirty."

"That's early. You should commend me for being up before noon." You smacked your lips, sitting up slowly.

"Oh, should I?" She rolled her eyes, but wrapped her arms around you nonetheless. "Is breakfast reward enough?"

You pursed your lips, sighing. "I think so."

"Good." She stood up. "'Cause it's ready."

You gave a tiny huff. You didn't want to stand. That was preposterous of her to even suggest.

"Wanda?" Your voice was still hoarse, so it sounded feebler than you intended.

"Hm?"

"Can we eat in bed?" You clasped your hands together under your chin and batted your eyelashes up at her. "Pretty please?"

Wanda tilted her head back then gave a groan. "Fine."

You giggled. "Thank you Wanda!" Your tone resembled that of a kindergarten class thanking someone on a teacher's cue.

"You're welcome. If you spill powdered sugar on the comforter you are washing it."

"Needs a wash anyway." You muttered, flopping back onto your side.

"Uh huh, whose fault is that?" Wanda grinned, stepping through the doorway.

You gasped incredulously, reaching for one of the small decorative pillows you'd discarded at the foot of the bed. "Yours!" You tossed it in her direction, but it thumped noiselessly on the door.

Luckily for her, you couldn't hit her as soon as she got back because she was carrying two plates of what looked like sandwiches- you could only see the bread from your angle.

"What's this?" You asked, stretching your neck for a better view, though she was already placing it in front of you.

"Monte Cristo, dearest." She placed a quick kiss to your hair before stepping out and returning with napkins and drinks.

Once she'd settled under the covers with you, you took her hand and squeezed it.

"Thank you." This time it was said softly and sincerely.

"You're welcome, bubs." She squeezed your hand thrice, tiny crinkles forming under her eyes.

The two of you fell into a comfortable quiet. It wasn't silence, but there was something about the atmosphere that felt like a serene little bubble, like nothing existed outside of the bedroom and time didn't exist within it. It was a reset button for the both of you, having a moment to simply sit in peace and enjoy being.

Well, sort of.

"I swear to god you're not even two bites in-"

"It's not my fault powdered sugar is aerodynamic!"

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milkytheholy1 · 2 years

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Are you happy?

Wanda Maximoff x FReader

Minor spoilers for Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Ultimate Masterlist. Marvel Masterlist.

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"C'mon, mom, join us!" Billy begged, him and his brother were tugging on Wanda's arm; forcing her to join them on the couch. She sent you a look of help, eyes desperate but you knew she was only joking.

"Help me~" she mouthed out with a smile, you simply shook your head and laughed, "Sorry, it's out of my hands." you shrugged. You stood back in the kitchen, stirring a small bowl of ice cream, a fleeting smile on your lips. Just this morning you were laughing with your neighbour Ralph about the cats constantly crushing the tulips in his garden, though you caught the true perpetrator seconds later.

Or more accurately, perpetrators. Plural.

A football (soccer) came tumbling over the flowers, crushing them completely by force. Ralph almost blew a gasket, growing red in the face and nearly tearing his newspaper. Billy and Tommy soon came running over, their faces filled with apology "Ooooh, my bad." Tommy muttered out.

You pointed a glare at them both, trying your hardest to look annoyed, "Boys, what do we say?" They both sighed, looking down before meeting the eyes of Ralph, "We're sorry, Mr Bonner."

"We didn't mean to, Tommy just kicked the ball too hard." Billy confessed earning a jab from Tommy, "Dude!" looks like Billy had just ratted his brother out. Ralph sighed, waving the two boys off, "Water under the bridge, boys."

The pair dashed away back inside, taking their tulip crusher with them. Ralph let out a small chuckle, old eyes crinkling with a smile, "I'll never understand how you and Wanda deal with them."

"Aw, they're not too bad, Ralph." you started moving back into the house, hearing Wanda with a grumpy tone could only mean she had caught wind of the boys' accident. And a grumpy Wanda meant a grumpy household.

"Same time again tomorrow?" you asked Ralph, to which he nodded "See you then, my dear." he then hobbled away to his own home. When you had entered your beautiful home, you were just nearing the end of Wanda's rant to the boys.

"How about some ice cream?" you suggested to lighten the mood, although Wanda disapproved at first she eventually came around and that's what led you to this moment. Watching her with the boys, sat on the couch with a bowl of strawberry ice cream in her hands. You had never seen her smile so wide, never seen her laugh so loud.

You were so happy, you don't think anything could ruin this moment.

"Hey, (Y/N), my beautiful wife, could you get that extra cosy blanket from upstairs. I think it's on our bed?" Wanda asked, tilting her head backwards to catch your eyes. The boys were bouncing beside her, no doubt on a sugar high, you beamed, "Of course, my darling."

You charted upstairs, going off to your shared bedroom where, of course, there was no blanket. You began lifting up the bedding, even looking under the bed but nothing.

"'On the bed' she said, on the bed my ass." you huffed out. Just as you opened the closest door a loud bang erupted from downstairs, then screaming...it sounded like...THE BOYS!

You dashed downstairs, possibly faster than the speed of light; what you saw you couldn't comprehend. There was a large hole - or maybe portal - besides your t.v, the couch had been flung to the other side of the room along with some toys and the carpet.

The boys were hiding behind the railing of the stairs, whimpering. A woman was crawling towards them, she perched on the last step trying to reach them, but she was hesitant. The woman looked recognisable, just enough. The ginger looks were something you hadn't seen for a long time, but you knew it was her.

"Wanda?" you all but muttered out, tilting your head in confusion. She turned to you with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, she left the boys, eyes solely on you as you took another step down.

That was Wanda alright, just not your Wanda. You noted her black fingertips, the chard ends of her cape, the cuts and scrapes along her skin. The more you descended the stairs, the more Wanda broke on the inside just from seeing you. She tried to make a move toward you, but you took a protective step back, making yourself taller than her in the process.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could faintly see the shape of another body lying on the ground, taking a quick glance you caught your Wanda. She was batted and bruised, a small cut was gushing blood from her forehead. You felt your insides burn, if you weren't already on high alert just from seeing this woman in your home then you definitely were now.

There was an emotion on this other Wanda's face that you couldn't quite grasp, something between anxiety and heartbreak. A soft whimper brought you back into reality, your sons were cowering away from her, they were scared and that made you angry.

You turned back to Wanda with a glare, "Whoever you are, stay the hell away from my family." Your hands lit up, blades of light being your only weapon to stop her. It was your power, after all, manipulating light, bending it to your will.

This other Wanda had begun crying, arms stretching out to you then coiling back in around her chest, "No, I-I'm your wife...it's me, p-please." she was begging. You took more steps down the stairs until you stood in front of her, the blades you carried creating a yellow aura around you both. Only mere inches away from her, you looked her up and down with hate "You're not my wife, you're a monster."

The other Wanda stepped back, wounded by your words. She repeatedly shook her head, eyes glowing red once more. You stood in front of the boys, protecting them with every last ounce of your life; if it came to that.

"No," Wanda growled out, her hands grew red, a much deeper colour than her eyes. Suddenly your body felt encapsulated, unable to move a single muscle. The boys' pleas fell on deaf ears as you were thrown against a wall, your body forcing itself through to the kitchen.

By now, your actual wife, your Wanda had regained consciousness. She stood on wobbly legs, looking towards you with a gasp. Billy and Tommy sprinted to her side, soon moving to you when their mother went to fight.

"You can't make them love you." her voice rung out, she wasn't just angry anymore, she was enraged. How dare someone come after her family, after all she had been through.

"I've done it before," the other Wanda huffed out, her voice echoing with darkness; there was almost something cold and lifeless about her tone.

"That wasn't real love." by now you stood by your wife's side, she was almost surprised to see you up so quickly. The other Wanda looked to you, tilting her head and emphasising that begging tone again, "Please, I can be just like her...if not better."

You shook your head, shooting your hand towards the ground as another blade of light formed "You won't have her love."

The other Wanda stopped, her eyes returning back to their normal colour, her hands no longer glowing blood red. She looked back to Billy and Tommy, the fear in their eyes was something she never wanted to see. She then looked towards you, even though you hid it well, Wanda could still see you were scared.

Wanda crumbled to the ground and began to cry, red mist flowing from under her as her knees hit the ground. You approached this other Wanda with caution, still holding the light blade with care. You took her chin into your hands, showing a small sign of sympathy "You can't force people to love you, Wanda. I can't imagine what you lost to get you to this point, but you have to look around and question, was it worth it?"

No matter how she looked or what she did, she was still a Wanda. The way you saw it, this was still your wife, your wife Wanda. On your wedding day, you had promised to love Wanda no matter what, and today it appeared this was the no matter what.

"I-I don't have anyone, I'm alone." she closed her eyes, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. You rubbed them away with the tip of your thumb, "You're never alone, Wanda. No matter what multiverse you're from, I will always love you."

More tears began to fall, and that's when you saw the girl through the portal. She looked equally, if not more, scared than you. You could see the cuts on her face, see the damage in the background. You then looked to the Wanda beneath you.

She was covered in blood and knowing her strength, it wasn't her own. You could smell the fire, she stunk of smoke and ashes. This may have been a Wanda, but you couldn't excuse what she had done.

"But this isn't your home," you continued in a whisper, her eyes fluttered open, pleading with you, "Only good people can be loved." you let go of her chin, stepping away from her to return back to your family. Wanda caught her doppelganger's eyes, she saw the way your hands intertwined the moment you were close enough.

That's when it all started to make sense to her, this wasn't what she wanted. She wanted her family, she never wanted to be apart from them and yet here she was...destroying a family, her family. Wanda supposed she'd never be able to sleep again, only being able to picture the faces of her children as they stared at her in fear.

Wanda stood from the ground, nodding her head slowly, keeping her gaze on the ground. She walked back to the star-shaped portal and left, the whole thing collapsing in on itself and leaving your world dark.

Wanda stood beside America Chavez, wiping away the tears like they were nothing. Memories of old came to her, times before and after Westview. The moment the two of you first met at the Avenger's tower, or when you challenged her to a game of pool and cheated...Even your first date.

She held back the smile, knowing the fate that was presented to you, presented to her. She shook the memories away, staring up at the looming throne, it called to her.

"I know what I have to do."

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polgara6 · 6 months

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Worstthrust TV

Bryce always had a severe amount of influence on the world in ways she didn’t even know about. So as her and Bobby lay dying she wishes for a better ending. The world bends.

This universe and its creator have a tendency of capitulating to the whims of one Bryce Tankthrust. They both loved her far too much to do anything else. So when she laid dying next to the love of her life and had regrets, the universe decided to give her a hand. A pocket dimension was formed around the dying couple. One where she didn’t need hearts, after all she was still dying, why on earth would she need replacement hearts.

The world of suburbia formed around them. They were cleaned up and the radiation was cleansed from their system. As long as they stayed in Clamville, they would survive. As far as the neighborhood was concerned Robert and Bryce Best had just moved in. They had two next door neighbors, on the right Elmer Phitts, and on the left Donovan. Just Donovan. Across the street were David and Joesph, previously known as Suck and Swallow.

They entered their new house and everything was simply perfect, Bryce would continue to be the bread winner of course, even though the neighborhood seemed stuck in the 50s. The mayor was big on children, so if they ever wanted any the universe would happily provide. Twin boys, Luxy and Sebastian.

Bobby and Bryce’s final moments can stretch on for eternity here. This timelines final moments can live on forever here. There’s no need to be afraid, watch some Worstthrust TV. It’s the hot new show, everyone loves it. The worlds about to breathe it’s last but not in Clamville. Bryce will have her happily ever after. No matter the cost.

#brcu #brandon rogers cinematic universe #bryce tankthrust #bobby worst #worstthrust #wandavision au #luxy leroy #blame hernandez #very short Oneshot #i just had a thought

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madwomansapologist · 10 months

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they'll be loved | wanda maximoff

synopsis: It almost took Wanda everything she had. The Darkhold flagellate her, toyed with her mind, but it didn't lie. When she drove by the streets of Westview and entered the familiar house, she heard your voice. She was at home. It was worth. [1K]

warnings: What if... Wanda's plan on MoM had worked. what means America... sick!reader (everything will be fine). and identity theft i think.

Wanda had been looking for the garage control for two entire minutes. She rummage through the trunk, checked the driver's door, opened the gap between the pedals, looked underneath the seats. She was shaking, fingernails turned blue, unable to see because of her tears. Wanda gripped the steering wheel and laid her head against it.

It was a weird body. She felt a little bit higher than usual. One inch, maybe even less. Her neck throbbed depending on how she moved it. And her hair were longer. Down to the mid back. Straighned, it smells like honey.

It wasn't her body anymore. It was, but not exactly.

The portal opened in the middle of a dimly lit parking lot. She was alone. Wanda turned her head and looked to what she left behind. Her temple, the cold bodies, the Darkhold. She closed it, hoping to never see that universe again. Then she heard the keychain bouncing on the ground.

It wasn't difficult to stop her variant. She was just another Wanda Maximoff, not another Scarlet Witch. One move of Wanda's fingers and she was a obedient muppet. She wasn't even scared, just asleep.

The first thing she made was recreate her clothes. Jeans, a white blouse, a comfortable navy blue coat, long boots. Then she thought that a spell to make her look like her variant would be easier. It was, but it still feel weird. Like wearing a costume that wasn't made for your size.

She carressed her variant's face. "They'll be loved", Wanda promissed. When her variant was gone, Wanda didn't felt guilty. It was quickly, painless. Reasonable.

She just picked up the keychain.

Wanda took a deep breath. She rubbed her face, trying to wipe away the tears. When the lump in her throat eased, she decided to just leave the car parked in front of the too familiar house. And as soon as Wanda opened her eyes, she saw the remote hanging from the windshield.

The end of the garage lead to an empty kitchen. Wanda turned on the light. A cookbook was open over the sink, a spoon marking a cornmeal cake page. All the burners on the stove were occupied by pans, she smelled the aroma of cooked meat and sweet potatoes.

"Honey?" Wanda freezes. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and a hand banging against the kitchen door frame. "You're home earlier. Something happened?"

She had already understood that it was impossible to have everything. Either Pietro had died in the bombing in Socovia, or she had only one of the boys, or she have her children but Thanos have killed you. And when she finally found one where everything was exactly how it was suppossed to be, you weren't there.

She kept looking. And looking. And looking. And in universes where she had everything, you were lacking. She had already decided that maybe fate didn't want you to be with her. That fate decided and that's it. But then why does she listen to your voice?

"Hey, come here", Wanda shivered when you patted her shoulder. "Okay. Now I'm worried. What happened?"

"Do you love me?" It could be the universe laughing at her face. Maybe you hate her. Maybe whatever you both had is long gone. Maybe she hurted you in this universe. Maybe you are just a friend here.

"We're married, knucklehead, of course I love you. And I swear that if I heard the word worm...

"I won't say it", she was quickly to assure you. Wanda turned away, fearing that she would wake up from yet another dream, but all that surprised her was how quickly you were to stroke her cheeks with your warm fingers. "I swear."

"Remember what I always tell you? You're not a good liar, so it's better to just tell the truth", you looked at her fondly. "You've been crying."

Only then Wanda realized she didn't cleaned her face so well. Your fingertips wiped away the trace of tears. "I was just... thinking too much."

"Is it because of the results?" You stroked her chin and took a step back. Wanda missed your touch already. "Everything will be fine. My mother had the same diagnosis and she's stronger than ever."

"You are sick", Wanda whispered.

"We agree to not use that word at home, remember? I don't want to talk with the boys before being sure of what's happening to me."

That's why Wanda needed her power. Now it don't matter what happened, she can find a solution. With infinite worlds, nothing is impossible. There isn't a cure she can't find. She will never forget America's sacrifice. "You're calm."

"Because we have nothing to worry about", you pinched her nose. Your smile oscilated. "We have great doctors here in Westview, a nice health insurence and... I need to be calm, or else I will fall apart."

"I will take care of you", Wanda promissed. She held your shaky hands, and kissed your knuckles. "I have everything under control."

You didn't believe what she said, but you nodded in agreement. "What would I ever do without you?" You hugged her neck.

You noticed that she hesitated to hug you back. Wanda held you by the waist, fingers glued together. She looked uncomfortable. "What are you thinking about?"

"I just feel you." Wanda swallowed. "I had a weird dream. A weird long dream. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Endless nothingness. But now I just feel you."

You stroked her auburn hair. Your hand went down to her coat, and started to unbutton it. She must be so tired. "We gonna have dinner, put the kids to bed early, and watch a cheesy movie. Okay, honey?"

"Honey?" Wanda smiled. "Okay, darling."

"Go get the kids." You gave her a peck. "They set the plates without me even having to say anything. Our holy little devils."

You walked away to put the food onto glass dishes, repeating to yourself that everything will be fine. You are young, until the diagnosis you were never really sick, the recovery chances are high. Decades ago you went through hell when your mother got sick. And everything turn out fine. Everything will be fine. There is no other option. Everything will be fine.

Within a few minutes Billy ran to you, wanting to help you set everything up, and Tommy waited for you both at the dinner table. None of you noticed the cyan glow coming from the hallway.

Wanda passed by the table, leaving a kiss on the boys' heads, and went back to the kitchen. "Can I put yours?"

"Please, darling", Wanda's voice seem so excited. That made you breath easier. By the time you had served everyone, Wanda left a cup in front of your plate. "I bought you some tea."

You took a deep breath. It was a matter of time before she started making you drink miracle teas. "Thanks, honey." You took a sip of it. Awful. You've drank it all in one gulp, so the torture is over faster. "That was disgusting."

"Feeling better?" Wanda asked you.

You coughed. It was warm, but somehow you feel like something cold dominated your body. "Yeah, I guess." You took a bite of sweet potato, and reached out for her free hand. "No dessert for who don't eat vegetables."

For the first time in ages, Wanda was at home. No one will ever take it from her again. And if someone tries, if the Doctor makes the horrible decision of following her, it won’t be Wanda that comes for them. It will be the Scarlett Witch.

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lady-t-taylors-version · 3 months

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rainy days - Agatha Harkness

The sky gets darker. Some kind of blue mixed with the heavy dark grey clouds are covering the sky. A soft but cold breeze blows in my face and I can already smell the fresh scent of the coming rain. At first a few waterdrops fall on the windshield, but my windscreen-wiper wipes them away and they run down on the side of the windshield. The waterdrops are small and occasional. I start driving faster. The street gets a darker shade where the rain hits the ground. The town near the wood is enveloped in thick fog. I drive through the unlit streets of the town. The rain gets heavier as I reach the driveway. I wait for a moment and watch the torrential rain pour down the windscreen.

After I run inside and stored my groceries, I start making some tea. You know, it’s one of these days where you just sit near a window, watch and listen to the rain and sip a hot drink. It just one of these cozy and lazy days.

With a blanket around my shoulders, my cold hands clenched around the hot cup, I walk to the big floor to ceiling window and sit crosslegged down. I watch how the heavy rain hits the ground. It get’s stronger with every minute I sit there. Not only the rain, but also the wind blows stronger. The twilight sky gets darker. I turn on a little lamp near the window and walk to the sink rinsing my cup. It feels weird, knowing the rain outside is cold as ice and the water pouring over my hands is warm. I slowly wash the cup in the sink as suddenly the doorbell rang.

I dry my hands and just as I make my way to the front door the bell rings again and again. »Hello!? Is someone home?« someone asks and knocks on my door. I walk a bit faster and open the front door a crack to look at the person who is under the porch. »Hii Agatha« i say and open the door now wider. She’s my lovely neighbor and one of my dearest friends. I look at her more precisely and notice that she’s standing in front of me with soaking wet clothes. The water is dripping from her and even her hair is so wet, that it got a darker shade than her usual brown. »What happened dear?« I ask her as some tears fall down her already wet face. »I- My Husband..« She says shaking. I open my arms for her and let her inside. I lead her into the living room and bring her some towels and a huge blanket. We sit down on the sofa and I gently rub her arms to warm her up. She calms down a bit, I suggest that she can take a shower and after that she can tell me everything. She nods and we walk to the bathroom door. I put a hand on her shoulder and say: »I’ll bring you some clothes when you’re done, okay?« »OK« She walks inside and closes the door behind her. I wait in front of the bathroom until i hear the water of the shower rushing down.

I grab some pants and a thick pair of socks, a hoodie and some underwear of course. I fold everything nicely and walk with the clothes to the bathroom. I knock gently on the door and tell Agatha that I’ll wait for her downstairs. The moment I turn around and put my hand on the handrail, Agatha opens the door a little bit. She is standing there, wrapped in a towel which only covers half of her breasts and goes down to half of her thighs. The towel seems to loosen up, as she reaches down to grab the pile of clothes. With the clothes in one and and the towel in the other hand she looks up at me and smiles softly. I smile back at her and walk down some steps. »Thank you« she says quietly. I turn around and tell her that she’s welcome.

While I wait for Agatha to come down, I start making a small fire in the fireplace. It takes some time but it starts with a little spark. Soon a great fire is burning and it radiates some warmth. After a few more minutes Agatha is walking down the stairs. She sit’s beside me and lays her hands in my lap. I enclose her hands with mine and she starts talking to me about what happened: »Well, my husband and the boys are in the alps on ‘boys-vacation’.. and I’m alone for the next few days, but today I forgot my keys at home. I tried calling someone who could help me, but no one answered. So i waited..« her voice drops a little and I can hear that she is close to crying again. I wrap my arm around her and give her a reassuring smile. »..but then came all this rain and wind..« a sob escape her mouth and she carefully rests her head on my shoulder ».. and I was simply loosing my shit. It was too much for me to handle. Look at me. I’m crying all over your shirt« I pet her head gently »It’s okay honey. Everything is alright now. You’re safe here« She cuddles closer and I hug her. I’m holding her close to me, until suddenly all the lights went out. Even the streetlights are out. Agatha let’s out a small »Ahhh« and i giggle quietly, so she can’t hear me. I walk over to the switches but as i flip them nothing changes. »Seems like a power failure. Let me get some candles« I look over to her, even though I only see her silhouette due to the light of the fire. I’m waiting for her to nod or a ‘okay’ or something, but all I get »Y/N Y/L/N DON’T YOU DARE TO LEAVE ME ALONE« she screams threatening. My eyes open widely and I’m kinda scared as she runs towards me and jumps over the back of the sofa. »let’s get those candles« she says in her usual deep voice and giggles. I’m still shocked and walk silently into the kitchen. I open some drawers with one hand, because Agatha snatched my other hand to hold it.

»Found them!« I say and hold them proud into the air. Agatha chuckles and gets a lighter from the kitchen cupboard. We walk back to the living room holding hands the whole time. Her hand is soft like cotton and so supple. We light some of the candles and place them around the room. The dim orange light gives the room such a calm and cozy atmosphere. »It looks beautiful, it gives such a feeling of comfort, warmth, and relaxation. I like it« Agatha says as she lays an arm around my waist. I hum as she gently rubs her fingers against my covered skin and lay my head on her small shoulder. Her body is so dainty and heavenly. I lay one hand on her beautiful shaped hip and imagine how it would feel to push her bucking hips down while I have my head between her legs. »Why are you smiling dear?« Agatha asks and punch’s my arm playfully. »Hmm?!« I ask innocently and hold back my smirk »Nothing.. nothing« I answer and tighten my grip around her hip, favoring my imaginations.

#agatha harkness #coven of chaos #wandavision #kathryn hahn #fanfic #oneshot #ao3

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alivemaybenot · 6 months

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Hiiiii! I am Evelyn Rose Brown, an eighteen years old girl who writes for fun and escaping the real life. I write fanfics as well as original stories and there's gonna be a lot of them on here. I'm in many fandoms but most of them aren't famous but the ones that are would be Marvel, Harry Potter, The Mortal Instruments (I still have to read the other series' books), and many that I can't think right now! So if you want any requests well you can always drop a message :)

Thank you <3

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lizzieislife94x · 3 months

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Doctor L/N

Requested ❤️ (Kinda requested a requested based on a one shot I done but instead of doctor maximoff it's l/n and a different kinda story idk)

WandaxG!P Reader

Woop woop guys here we are FINALLY a New one shot for yall 🙌 time to start getting all the new one shots worked on as always requests are always open feel free to comment them or message whatever you prefer all I gotta know is lizzie or wanda and a basic idea of a story line and if its G!P or GxG don't be shy with requests I shall do my best to write them to life 😂

Wandas POV:

"Ugggh I hate the doctors don't make me go nat!" I groan to the redhead as she laughs "no you don't hate the doctors wands you don't wanna see doctor L/N because you have a huge crush on her" I frown and throw a cushion at her head "lies natasha lies" the both of us burst out laughing as she throws the cushion back "ugh you're right but dude I can't go to this one it's a smere test I think and I'm not taking my clothes off and spreading my legs infront if her what if I get excited when she's touching down there I just can't go" i argue but she grabs the car keys and my arm "were going and I'm driving so I know you actually go so move it maximoff" I roll my eyes and grab my stuff following her to the car "we should be there in 20 minutes so just try and relax wanda" I buckle my belt as we start our journey to the doctors office.

"I'll be waiting out here now move your ass" nat says practically pushing me out the car door, I frown and close the door as I make my way into the doctors office my hands getting a little clamy "good afternoon can I have your name please" a cheery older receptionist says giving a kind smile "uh hey good afternoon" I smile "I have an appointment at 2.15 with doctor L/N my name is wanda maximoff" as she types away on her computer a few seconds later she looks up and smiles "great that's me notified the doctor you're here and waiting take a seat and she'll be with you as soon as possible" I smile and walk to a seat in the waiting room as I fiddle with my rings getting lost in though "miss maximoff" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by her beautiful voice I look up and give a shy smile as I stand up walking towards doctor L/N "good afternoon miss maximoff it's nice to see you again" she smiles making small talk as we walk to her office.

"So miss maximoff I can see here you're here for a smere test if you put this on you can remove your clothes behind that curtain and give me a shout when you're done" she says handing me a gown type thing as I take it I get behind the curtain and start removing my clothes my heart beating faster at the thought of doctor L/N touching or seeing me so exposed, damn it wanda get your shit together I say inside my head as I clear my throat "I uh I'm ready doctor L/N" I say my voice a little shakey as I open the curtain "great now if you hop up on the table for me and put your feet on the pads at the end of the bed ill be ready in a second, and please don't be nervous alot of women are so just relax it makes it easier to get the exam done" she says with a smile as she turns her back to me sliding on some rubber gloves I quickly jump up on the table and set my feet on the pads as the gown slides up "I'm just going to add a little lubricant to my fingers so I can have a little feel so don't be alarmed at the cold feeling, let's get the gown up a little more" as she says the words she slides the gown higher exposing me more her hands sliding up my thighs sending chills down my spine I can't help but bite my lip to stop the moan leaving my mouth "are you ready you will feel my fingers penetrant but I have to have a little feel around" I take a deep breath and nod "I'm ready" I simply say as I feel her sliding 2 cold fingers inside me casuing me to inhale sharply "fuck" I moan lowly "does that hurt miss maximoff are you ok" she looks up "it definitely doesn't hurt" I smirk biting my lip as she raises an eyebrow "you know you're not supposed to enjoy this" I can see her shifting a little in her seat as she keeps her eyes locked on mine her fingers moving again slowly I close my eyes and moan, I hear her groan slightly as her fingers move faster "if you're going to enjoy it I may as well give you something to enjoy" I open my eyes and look at her "please just do it I want you now" I'm surprised by my own honesty.

Y/ns POV:

"Please just do it I want you now" I bite my lip as her words hit my ear "so fucking naughty miss maximoff" I smirk as I work my fingers faster this was supposed to be a straight forward exam now I have a stunning redhead telling me she wants me what has today become "are you sure you want this" I ask sliding my free hand up her gorgeous toned legs "yes just do it do what you want just make me feel good" she pants I thrust my fingers faster knowing exactly what spot will make her gush all over my hand I can't help but grin as I curl my fingers and thrust against the spot a few times a loud scream leaving her lips as she squrits all over my hand "fu..cc..k" she screams as she tries to close her legs as they shake uncontrollably "no no keep them open honey" I smirk holding them open as leave a gentle kiss on her puffy clit, I stand up between her legs to get a little relief from the throbbing solid member in my pants "wow" she moans as her eyes land on my solid bulge "oh you want this" I smirk rubbing my bulge as she nods I quickly free my solid member as she gasps when it springs free "Holy fucking shit" I can't help but laugh as I gently rub my dick "don't worry sweetheart you'll take it no problem a little lube and that wet pussy of yours we'll have no problems" I bite my lip and pull her down the table so her ass is at the edge as I lube up my dick her eyes watching my every move as I guide it to her dripping entrance I can't help my moan as her little hole stretches for me "ye...ees fuck" she cries as I sink deeper inside her till my length disappears inside her "fuck wanda you have a tight little pussy" I moan as my eyes close her pussy gripping my cock as I start to thrust slowly my hands wrapped around her thighs as her back arches up off the table "mhh fuck you're doing so well honey taking my dick so good" I breath out as I start to thrust harder and faster the only sounds leaving her lips ate moans and cries of pleasure "are you still taking your pill" I groan my thrusts getting harder and harder pounding her pussy raw "n..n..oo don't like.. h...o...ow they make me fe...eel" I groan and close my eyes trying to hold back as her pussy gets tighter with every thrust making her cream all over my cock "shit where will I cum so fucking close tell me quick" she wraps her legs around my waist tightly pulling me deeper inside her "but you arnt protected" I groan my thrusts never stopping as her hold gets tighter "fuck cum inside me" I moan as I feel the knot in my stomach snapping and with a few more pounding thrusts I slam deep inside her holding all movements as I start to shoot my load deep inside her, her pussy getting tighter again as she cums with me both of us panting and moaning I fall forward laying ontop of her gently as she bites her lip "less mess" I can't help but laugh as I stand up and slide out of her as she moans, I grab some tissues to clean us both up as I fix my pants and sit "fuck that has never happened" wanda gets up and ready and grins "I've wanted that for the longest time" I smirk and pull her ontop of me and kiss her gently "you could have asked me on a date after work hours" I whisper against her lips with a grin "this was way more fun than a date but since you mentioned it how about tomorrow after work" I smile and nod "I'd love that leave your number and I'll text you details to come pick you up" she gets up and writes her number handing it to me before leaving a kiss on my cheek and walking out of my office, I lean back in my chair and cover my face with my hands and laugh, what the fuck just happened.

AN: first new one shot! I hope yall enjoy remember I haven't wrote in MONTHS so I apologise If this is terrible all honest feedback welcomed I hope yall have had a great day/night remember drink water and stay hydrated babes 💗 word count 1.7k

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Arguing with Wanda (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Wanda had lost everything. You knew that. After Westview, you did everything you could to be there for Wanda. You saw what the government's didn't. Wanda wasn't this loose end or liability. She was hurt. So you stuck by her. Even as she tried to pull away and isolate herself, you refused to leave. Eventually she gave in trying to make you turn from her. That grew to become a content feeling. You weren't trying to replace anyone. You were simply there when Wanda needed you. That book changed her though.

At first it was reading, that reading you had thought was solely to help her understand her power. Perhaps it did. However you couldn't ignore the darkness that lay just skin deep. It seemed like she tried to hide it but there simply was no hiding the darkness in her eyes and the tint of red that glinted at you every now and then. Then again, perhaps it was just a trick of the eye. You weren't sure how long she had intended to keep her plan for you. Regardless it was only a matter of time before you could no longer hide hunting down a child across not one but multiple universes. Anyone would be frightened to confront Wanda. Anyone with reason knew there wasn't any reasoning with her. Wanda had to learn on her own but that was the problem. How long would that take and furthermore, at what cost would it take before she realised it. You couldn't sit back and watch this. Yet no matter what you said, she always had an answer, she had a reason. Whether it denial or downplaying the situation, Wanda justified every move she made and that was very familiar to Westview. She seemed taken aback by the sudden crack in your voice.

"It's happening again, Wanda." "What?" She frowned. "Just because you can do something, doesn't mean you should." You said softly. "You're talking about killing a child and then stealing two children from another version of yourself. "My children." Wanda emphasised. "You didn't have children in this life, Wanda." You said quickly. "I dream of them every night." Wanda ground out. "That means they exist, somewhere, they exist!" "It means they're out there with their mother! Another you! Safe and happy! Isn't that enough!?" "No!" Wanda snapped at you. She marched towards you, fury in her eyes. "It's not nearly enough! I deserve them! I lost everything and have nothing to show for it! I sacrificed everything and Vis didn't get a funeral, they took him apart for parts! I had to kill him! I gave up my children and still people look at me like a monster! My brother is dead, my parents are dead! I am in a country completely and utterly alone, the home I once had exploded into dust! I have given everything for this world and no one is willing to acknowledge it! So I am going, I am going where I can be with my children and never coming back!" Wanda was seething breathing quickly through her mouth. "If I don't get what I want then I will give it to myself. I've earned it and I have the power to do so." You stared her down. You turned away and leaned on the dining table. "Do you remember when you fought Thanos?" You asked lightly. Wanda didn't reply, clenching her jaw. It spoke volumes that she hadn't thrown you across the room. Yet you couldn't care in that moment. Instead you continued. "I do. I watched you." “What does that have to do with any-" "You weren't looking at me but I was looking at you." You met her eyes. “When your eyes turned red, I always thought it was the most magical thing I had ever seen. To see how much power you held, it was mesmerising but do you know what else I saw that day as you countered him?" "I was a little occupied." Wanda said icily. "You smiled...just as he did. He smiled when he spoke of the perfect universe he wanted to create. You smiled, Wanda. You smiled at him. You are just like him." "Don't you dare." Wanda warned you, glowering at you. "You've become what you hate. You're no better than Thanos." You shook your head, ignoring her warnings. Wanda needed to hear it. "Your chasing a child. Call her whatever you want. Pretend she is a mannequin if you want, it changes nothing. She is a person, a child and your boys would be sickened if they knew their mother intended to sacrifice another child for them." You finished and Wanda slammed her hand down upon the dinning room table. "With her power, I could protect my boys from anything. I could do some much, it's prophecy that I rule everything and I don't want any of that. I just want my boys but I'm cruel for this? I'm unreasonable for choosing to be a mother. One sacrifice for the many that will go untouched by me? The Avengers, they break the rules and become heroes. Yet I didn't get that, did I? I'm the enemy. It's not right and its not fair." You let out a sigh. "I don't even know who you are anymore." You uttered in disbelief. "Don't say that." Wanda said icily with a shake of her head. "Who am I talking to exactly, Wanda?" You said sharply. "The Scarlett witch or Wanda Maximoff? Was Agatha Harkness right all along? She told you what some book says and now you're going to cherry pick the perception it might give others?" You shook your head. "You don't have the right and it's delusional of you to think Vision, Pietro or your boys would think of you if they could see you now." Wanda let out a frustrated cry at your words as you stormed out. "Where are you going!?" She yelled. You didn't respond, simply slamming the door shut behind you. If only that had been enough to change her mind.

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marvel-writer-101 · 2 years

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Consequences

Part 2: Burden

Word count: 1264

Warning: fighting, some cursing, slightly described gore/blood, feeling badly about yourself, hospital scene

~ The Next Morning ~

"Hey Y/n! Wake up!" Peter says, shaking you awake.

"Hhhuh..?" You mumble, rubbing your eyes, "oh.. Hey Peter.."

"The doctor changed their mind, said you could go home when you woke up! I got you a change of clothes and a pair of crutches!"

You grab the clothes and the crutches and go get changed.

"Tony is in the car waiting for us, Natasha is at the tower!" Peter says as you both walk out of the hospital. He shows you to the car and helps you in.

"Hey Mr Stark!" You say as you put on your seatbelt.

"Hey kid, how you feeling?" He says as he pulls out of the parking lot and heads to the tower.

"I could be better, but for the most part doing alright!"

"That's good!" Peter says, a small smile on his face.

After a bit of driving you arrive back at the tower. "Uhh.. Guys?" Peter says, pointing at something, causing you to look out the window.

"Oh dear.." You say, noticing Wanda and Steve blocking the door.

"Y/n, you stay in the car, me and Peter will fight those two off." Tony says, parking the car and quickly getting out.

"No I can help!" You shout, about to open the door.

"Y/n, its alright! We'll be fine!" Peter says, getting out.

Peter fights against Steve and Tony against Wanda.

"Aww did Y/n get hurt?" Steve asks annoyingly.

"They nearly died Steve." Tony says, which was really only a small exaggeration.

"Whatever, let's just get on with this." Steve says, tossing his shield at Peter, who tries to catch it but ultimately gets nearly knocked out by it. He stumbles and falls to the ground.

"PETER!" You call out, no response coming back your way.

You appear behind Steve, "Teleportation, cool right?" You say, hitting him over the head with your crutch and knocking him out. You rush over to Peter, kneeling down next to him. "Peter?! Peter are you alright?" His eyes weakly open. You let out a sigh of relief and stand up, lending a hand and helping up Peter too.

Suddenly everything that just happened catches up to you. You stumble, dropping one of your crutches. You grab onto your other crutch and try to steady your shaking body.

"Y/n?!" Peter says, slightly panicking.

"I'm fine.. I just.. I just need.. A minute.." You mutter before completely collapsing. Luckily, Peter catches you.

"Uhhh, Mr Stark?" He asks, not knowing what to do.

"Bring them upstairs, Natasha will help. I have these two covered." Tony says, successfully knocking out Wanda.

"On it!" Peter says, grabbing your crutches and heading into the tower. He gets upstairs and finds Nat, explaining the situation.

"Lay them on the couch, get them a glass of water, and just like.. Be there for moral support." Natasha says, barley knowing what to do herself.

"A-alright!" Peter says, laying you down on the couch. He goes and gets you some water, putting the glass down on the coffee table in front of you. You are barley conscious.

Tony comes in and goes to his office, disabling Wanda's powers, locking away Steve's shield and locking the two in cells. He then goes back to you abd Peter.

"How are they doing?" Tony asks, sitting on the couch near you.

"They still haven't fully woken up, but they are still conscious.."

You weakly open your eyes, vision blurry. You turn your head to face Tony and Peter. "God.. Everything... Hurts.." You mumble out, your entire body aching.

"This is why you can't fight right now." Tony says, sighing.

"Yeah Y/n! We get you wanna help but-" Peter starts, but gets cut off.

"Kid you got your ass beat, i dont think you can talk on the manner." Tony says, sighing once again. Peter gives a nervous laugh.

You weakly sit up, giving a heaving sigh once you do. You reach for the water on the table, but your hands are so weak and shakey that you spill the water everywhere and nearly break the glass.

"Oh my god.." You mumble to yourself, covering your face with your weak hands and crying, everything that happened over the past few days finally all catching up to you. "Everything has gone completely wrong.." You quietly say through tears.

"Hey Y/n-!!" Peter says, sitting next to you, "its alright.." He says, rubbing your back, not knowing any other way to comfort you.

You suddenly turn your head towards the stairs leading to Tony's office, your hands leaning down to grab your crutches.

"Y/n? What are you doing?" Tony asks, concerned about your sudden change in behavior.

"They escaped." You say, weakly standing up.

"Y/n, we will handle it, sit down." Tony says, getting up. Peter also gets up, trying to sit you back down.

"I'm fine." You say, rushing down to Tony's office before anyone can stop you. You block off the entrance so the two cant escape, in turn blocking Tony and Peter from getting in.

Once they break down the door and get in, they see a bloody disaster. You are laying on the floor, leg and arm bleeding horribly. Steve is knocked out against a wall. Wanda has a bleeding gash on her head, blood is dripping all over her face. She is barley still awake and is trying to use her powers. You manage to knock something off the ceiling and hit her in the head. She goes unconscious.

"Oooookay..." Tony says, trying to figure out what to do. "I don't know what i expected, but this wasn't it." He says with a sigh.

"Uhh.. Should i go get Natasha..? For like.. Extra help..?" Peter says, nervously.

"Yeah... That would probably be good.." You speak up, weakly forcing yourself to stand, using the wall for support, your crutches having been tossed at the other two.

"You're a dumbass." Tony says, locking the two up again, taking extra precautions so they don't escape.

"Thanks!" You say, your arm and leg still pouring blood.

Peter comes back with Nat.

"What was so important that you had me come all the way down here fo-" she starts, stopping when she sees you - and the blood splattered around the room. "Holy shit.." Nat rushes over to you, immediately starting to bandage your arm and leg. "You are so dumb." She says as she finishes bandaging your leg.

After everything gets sorted out, you get sat down with Tony, Natasha and Peter.

"Y/n, we think you should take a break from hero work." Tony says, a sharp look in his eyes.

"What?! Why?!" You shout, caught off guard.

"You are severely injured. You cant fight without nearly passing out, its a burden to us."

"I'm... A burden..?" You say, going completely quiet after. Gears start turning in your head and you realize what he said was true, "I'm.. Just a burden.." You say, quietly getting up afterwards and walking off.

"Y/n, im not done." Tony says sternly. You ignore him. "Y/N." He says again.

You slightly turn your head back, tears in your eyes. "What?" You ask, a crack in your voice.

He goes quiet, realizing what happened.

"I'm gonna.. Uh.. Go to my room.." You say, wiping your eyes and walking off.

"M-mr Stark-" Peter starts, but stops, realizing he doesn't know what to say.

"What have we done?" Natasha asks, realizing none of them know when you will come out of your room again.

"And what do we do?"

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