#westview au

[midnightsxxvi]

For You, From Westview (Chapter 7)

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Pairing - Bucky x fem!reader / avenger!reader / fem!reader

Warnings - Some cursing! As per usual, some dialogue is from WandaVision episodes.

Wordcount - 2.3k (next parts will be longer. This one just needed to be out there)

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You didn’t know who to turn to. 

The force field shifted. And you came back to consciousness. Vision was still out of sight and you had no idea where to even begin looking for him. All that was behind you was a massive field with the trees in the distance and the daylight sky. Perhaps you could follow into the forest and search, or make your way past Ellis Ave onto the other rural roads, but it would all be time costly and close to hopeless. All you could do was hope that he was okay. 

For now, you needed to get back home and gather your thoughts because you couldn't think of what else to do. Confronting Wanda seemed foolish on your own. 

So, you’d have to wait. Even though you didn’t know exactly what you were waiting for besides the slim chance that Vision would find you, and even though you’d been sitting and waiting for something for who knows how long now. 

The walk home was lengthy and tiresome, and you agonized over how bright and cheery the setting around you was when you knew so many people were trapped in their minds because of whatever Wanda was doing. 

You didn’t know when night turned into day, and you didn’t know when or how your bat costume had turned into a normal outfit for you. You hadn’t felt or noticed a shift; it just happened and felt like no real time had passed. As you were aware of it though, you wondered if things were this way this whole time? Would the time pass faster than it was in reality? You swore you’d been here for months, but had it really been that long? When did your home change? When did the wars shift? What kind of strange magic was this, holding you all in and messing with reality? 

At a crossroad, you could turn one way toward your home, or you could turn the other toward Wanda’s. Going home had to be the right choice– the safest choice. Yet, you gazed toward the latter. 

You’d been sitting put long enough. This feeling of a lonely housewife in waiting was killing you more every passing moment. 

You stepped toward the direction of Wanda’s home. You weren’t yet sure of your intention, whether you would confront her or not, or perhaps just say hello and see if she suspected anything. But going in that direction felt right, like some internal magnetic force, and it didn’t feel sinister. 

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Beside Bucky, Monica’s eyes were glowing blue as she stared toward the town before them. Has she always been able to do that? Bucky wondered, Is that ‘cause of the hex? Are my eyes also glowing blue?

A little off due to the forcefield, Bucky asked Monica, “Are my eyes blue?”

She blinked a few times, looking toward him with her brown eyes again. “What?”

Bucky, whose eyes are regularly blue, realized that this question made no sense. “Do you have powers?”

Monica’s expression changed for a millisecond before she straightened up and looked toward town again. “We need to find Wanda.” 

Before Bucky could ask further, Monica was speed walking away. He took a whole moment before his feet got the hint to follow. 

“When did it become day!” He asked, trying to catch up. Sure, the guy had the ability to speed run, but he loved a simple jog. 

“I don’t know, James!”

He frowned at the name, “I need to find y/n.”

She briefly looked at him, disappointed. “I know you want to, but I want you to come with me. You’re familiar with Wanda, and it’ll help.”

We were once on the same team, he thought, recalling the Soviet accords, and when it felt like the world was after him. 

The word was after him and somehow Wanda was on his side. 

There’d never been many words shared between the two of them, but Bucky knew that now, he had to be on her side too. 

Because of his silence, Monica knew he would follow. He just went slow. 

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Eventually, you found Wanda’s street, approaching 2800 with only adrenaline pushing you forward. 

Agatha was outside trimming her hedges, and glanced at you curiously. “Howdy, y/n.”

You merely gave her a wave. She had been strange when you and Vis found her by Ellis Ave. Something was up with her. Perhaps Vision didn’t realize it, but you did. Ignoring her, not replying to her greeting, you walked right up toward Wanda’s home and let yourself in. 

Wanda stood at the counter in her kitchen, dressed casually as ever as a mother on her day off. 

“Y/n?” she questioned with a small tilt of her head when she saw you barge in. 

“What is this place?” You had planned to sound brave, demand answers, however your voice came out as a crack. 

“What are you talking about?”

“All of this!” Your arms waved around, “This town? There’s magic here, and it’s not real and w-what is it!”

Her expression went serious, with a hint of fear in her eyes. “Y/n…” 

You walked forward, your hands spread in a peaceful grace, your eyes pleading, “Wanda, please, I am not trying to accuse you of anything. I love you. I’ve always trusted you. Please just tell me what’s going on.”

As you approached, she glanced down at your hands which were reaching for hers. She accepted your hands on hers. “I-I don’t know.” “You do know this isn’t real though, right?” 

You watched her gulp, her hands cold. “I can’t explain. H-How did you even figure this out? When?”

How could you tell her? How could you explain that her husband explored behind her back, and now his location was unknown? Was he even alive, you wondered? No, he is alive. She would know. Somehow, she’d know if he wasn’t anymore. 

But really. Vision wasn’t alive to begin with. 

And this memory was a kick in the gut that you hadn’t paused to think about. 

Wanda’s expression softened as she watched your eyes water. Instead of questioning you further, she did her best to explain: “I-I don’t know how this happened. Honestly. I just… I just wanted my family.”

You shook your head, “But all the people? They’re not themselves. It doesn’t feel right. This isn’t fair.”

I wasn’t myself, you realized. You trapped me too. 

She seemed to think the same thing as  you, guilt written all over her expression. 

However, when she opened her mouth to speak again, you heard the front door open and both of you turned to see the new guest. 

“Wanda,” Francine walked into the door. Except she wasn’t really Francine. She was different now, except maybe this is how she was really. Her hair more modern, and some sort of superhero gear on, the emblem of something called SWORD at the centre of her chest. “Wanda!”

Instantly, Wanda’s whole demeanor changed. 

Her softness for you had shifted as she faced Francine, whoever she was, with absolute rage. “What are you doing here?”

“Wanda, listen to me–”

Wanda’s voice raised at a frightening level. She sneered, raising her hands, the magic coursing through her, “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE.”

“Hayward was–”

“DON’T.” Wanda’s magic flashed red, a sight you hadn’t seen in a long time. You could barely process what was going on before she was forcing Francine up into the air, magic wrapping around the woman’s body as she was forced out of the home. 

In a panic, you followed. It felt surreal, watching as in the middle of the ordinary street, a woman was floating many feet above ground, Wanda’s rage soaring. 

“Wanda,” you tried to call after her, rushing to the front steps, but you struggled to raise your voice. Besides, all Wanda heard was her own voice as she rasped through her anger. 

Your stomach dropped when after one more scream, Wanda slammed Francine to the ground in a force that was life threatening. A quiet scream left your mouth. Your shock shifted as instead of injury, Francine found her footing and landed on the ground with her own sense of magic glowing from her own hands, protecting her fall. 

To say you were confused was an understatement. You wanted to step in, stop Wanda, but your feet felt frozen. 

Your eyes flickered around the street, panicking as you realized just how many neighbors were observing the scene. Eyes of these folks who thought all was well this whole time. Dottie. A mail man. A couple walking a stroller. Eyes of confusion and fear. 

And then you saw him. 

Somehow, like a ghost in the distance, there was Bucky, his eyes right on you. 

Your stomach dropped in a different way, a mix of longing, agony, and love filling your lungs. 

You couldn’t move. Just linger in the doorway, afraid to step out and insert yourself in the scene. He seemed the same, on the sidewalk houses away, lingering under a tree where Wanda didn’t really see him. 

Bucky likely mirrored your expression, his brows raised in sadness and worry. Was he really here? Were you just imagining?

You had no idea what was happening with Wanda and the other woman because their voices became more hushed. They moved closer to each other, tensions rising even more than you thought possible. 

But you didn’t care. Neither did he. 

You slipped away unnoticed, cutting through the grass and walking over as fast as you could without causing a scene. 

He looked worried, yet relieved at the same time. You had no clue what he knew, what his mental state was, or how long it had been, but you knew he was real. It was him. Not something conjured up in this weird town, or some glamour. You could feel it. This was your Bucky. 

Any worry was far off at the moment. You pushed aside fears that he hated you, didn’t need you. You needed to hold him. 

The fears were unnecessary anyway, because he was stepping toward you too eventually, after something kicked in his brain that you were actually there, actually walking toward him. 

Under the shade of a tree, in the middle of the grass, your body crashed with Bucky’s and your arms were around each other. 

He breathed out your name, his fingers gripping into the fabric of your shirt. 

There were no words you could come up with to explain how you felt. No question you could think to ask first. No greeting that explained just how deeply you missed him. 

Instead, you just adjusted to look at his face, into his blue eyes that the photos couldn’t get quite right. 

“I–” You started but your breath caught in your throat. Nearby, chaos was going down, but it seemed a thousand miles away. 

Tentatively, he brought his hand to cup your face, an action that felt so familiar, yet so strange at once. When was the last time he’d done this? When was the last time you’d been so near?

“What do you remember?” He asked carefully.

“V-vision, he–I remember. I remember. Vision brought my memory back.”

For some reason, his hand fell from your face, yet gently. Bucky nodded. “That’s good.”

“Good?” You scoffed before biting your lip. This was not the time to argue with him. “That’s all you have to say? What the hell is going on, Buck? What is this place? How is Vision here? He–” your voice cut again. 

He panicked, “No, no, I know, I’m sorry, I’m just at a loss for words.”

Against your will, your hands shook. You weren’t sure which feeling sourced this. Were you angry? Scared? Tired? It was all a lot. “How’d you even get here?”

“Rambeau,” Bucky stated. 

You blinked. “Who?”

He glanced over to where Monica was, and in this action of searching for her, he realized that Wanda was no longer anywhere in sight. “Wait.”

You followed his gaze, realizing the same thing. 

Francine, who you figured was actually someone named Rambeau, stood still on the sidewalk, looking in the opposite direction. You were about to question further until she turned and glanced your way, disappointment on her face. 

You were watching her, trying to figure out who she truly was or if she was familiar outside this town, but then you felt eyes on you. Looking back at Bucky, he was only looking at you. It was hard to gauge the expression. He looked worried and tired, yet somewhat relieved. 

“What?” You asked. He always had a bit of a staring problem.

“Are you okay?” His voice was quieter now. 

“Confused, mostly.”

Briefly, you glanced over to Rambeau, seeing that she was stepping forward, heading toward you two. Bucky grabbed your attention back again, as though running out of time before she came over. Although he had not been the most physically affectionate man the past seventy years, his hand found your forearm, holding you gently in whatever way he could. 

“I mean,” he continued, “What has this place done to you? Were you aware of anything?”

You shook your head, your hand holding him as well, the two of you close to embracing. “No. I just felt lonely. I–” You couldn’t continue. How could you? It would be embarrassing to tell him I was brainwashed this whole time into thinking you were my husband and I missed you a lot. A way around opening up about that, you asked, “Wait, did you actually send me a letter?”

His lips parted, and he was about to speak, but Monica interrupted. 

“Hey, you two,” she tried to sound as calm as she could, but was clearly on edge due to the whole Wanda thing. “We can kiss and make up later, but we need to find Wanda.”

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#long post #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes fic #wandavision #wanda maximoff #wandavision au #au #bucky westview au #westview au #bucky x reader #bucky x yn

[haeva]

Once Upon A Time In Westview

Part One: The Nosy Neighbour

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: As a newly-wed couple, Wanda and Natasha move to Westview in order to start their new lives. On their first day in town, an unexpected guest shows up.

Wanda and Natasha had just moved to Westview to start their new life together as a married couple. With Natasha being a former spy, the best according to Wanda, who had magical powers herself, they knew that they would have to keep their identities a secret in order to fit in. It didn’t bother them too much, as this would be a much needed fresh start for the both of them. Everything would be fine, as long as they had each other. 

“This moving thing is so easy. I don’t understand all the complaints,” Wanda said as she sat down on their new couch. She ran her hands over the soft cushions, internally complimenting herself on picking them out. 

“Well, that is probably because, unlike most other people’s, our furniture appeared from thin air,” Natasha argued. She rolled her eyes, but smiled at her wife. 

Wanda frowned in feigned offense. “And you are very welcome for that, Mrs. Romanoff.” As much as Natasha complained about her wife using her powers, Wanda knew that she secretly enjoyed how much easier it could make their life sometimes. 

Natasha opened her mouth to react, but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. She gave Wanda a questioning look. They weren’t expecting any visitors. 

“I’ll get it!” Wanda jumped off the couch and straightened her skirt. She didn’t need to put on her biggest smile; she was already excited to meet new people and make friends here. Heart pounding in her chest, she opened the door. 

Their unexpected guest turned out to be a brunette who appeared to be at least a couple years older than Wanda and Natasha. Wanda gave her a once-over and concluded that she was carrying a plant. How very thoughtful of her! 

“Hi, my name is Agnes, your neighbor to the right,” the woman, Agnes apparently, introduced herself, handing the plant to Wanda. “I brought a little housewarming gift for you gals!” 

Wanda inspected her new houseplant, wondering where to put it. “Thank you so much!” She exclaimed. “Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Wanda and if you’d like to come inside you can meet my lovely wife, Natasha.” 

Agnes seemed quite eager to take her up on her offer, as she all but pushed her aside to enter the house as quickly as she possibly could. From the corners of her eyes, Wanda could see Natasha frown at their unexpected guest’s behavior, but she just shrugged it off and smiled. 

“Hi, I’m Natasha,” she heard her wife say as Natasha and Agnes shook hands. 

“I’m Agnes. I just stopped by to welcome the two of you to the neighborhood,” Agnes chuckled at that, but Wanda didn’t think it was particularly funny. Judging from her facial expression, neither did Natasha. 

“How nice of you.” She had the sweetest of smiles on her face, but Wanda could hear the suspicion in her voice. She could tell that Natasha didn’t trust Agnes and probably wouldn’t want her to come around again. Meanwhile, Wanda herself had been eager to make new friends in Westview and she didn’t want Natasha’s distrustful nature to ruin that for her. 

“You know, why don’t you have a seat, Agnes?” she said, gesturing to the couch. “And then Natasha and I will whip you up some tea.” She didn’t wait for an actual answer. Instead, she took her wife’s hand and dragged her to the kitchen as fast as she possibly could. 

“That would be lovely!” she heard Agnes say as she closed the kitchen door behind them. 

“What was that all about?” Natasha whispered. She narrowed her eyebrows and pointed to the door. 

Wanda crossed her arms and sighed. “You were being weird about Agnes. I could tell.” Natasha opened her mouth to say something, but Wanda held up her hand. “Before you say anything, you need to understand that not everybody is out to get us. Some people are just nice and I want us to fit in here.” 

Natasha nodded. “Honey, I get that. I really do, but don’t you find it even a little bit strange that she just shows up on our doorstep out of nowhere and then basically invites herself in?” 

Wanda groaned, balling her hands into fists. “No, I don’t. That’s called being neighborly. Which is what we should be doing right now, by making some tea for our guest like we promised.” 

Natasha threw her hands up in defense and shook her head. It was her way of saying: If this backfires on us, that’s on you. Wanda rolled her eyes in response, moving past Natasha to make the tea. 

When the two of them came back into the living room, they were all smiles once again. Natasha’s may have been fake, but Wanda’s sure was not. She was excited to hear more about the town of Westview and its residents. 

“Well, there’s a gathering at Dottie’s house on Wednesday. I’m sure you two could tag along. If you manage to impress her you’re set for life in this town,” Anges laughed. Wanda chuckled along with her, while Natasha stayed silent. 

“Actually…Nat, don’t you have to go to work on Wednesday?” Wanda asked, just remembering her wife’s new job. She didn’t quite remember what it was though; Natasha had always been a spy before. 

“Oh!” Natasha sounded genuinely surprised. “That’s right, darling. I’m sorry, Agnes.” She gave the woman an apologetic smile, but Wanda knew she wasn’t unhappy about it at all. “But I’m sure you and Wanda will have fun.” 

“You betcha!” Agnes said. “The two of us can hang out another time. Isn’t that right?” 

“Sure.” If Agnes heard the sarcasm in her voice, then she didn’t let it on. 

The conversation continued on with Agnes telling the girls everything she knew about Westview, while Wanda eagerly listened and Natasha politely nodded. 

“So,” Agnes said eventually. “Now that you know all about the town, why don’t the two of you tell me some more about yourselves? Like, how did you two meet?” She looked from Wanda to Natasha and giggled. 

“Oh, we met…” Natasha started, but she soon fell silent. She frowned and gave Wanda a confused look. 

“We moved here from…” Wanda tried helping her out, but she couldn’t find her words either. 

Agnes had picked up on the couple's confusion, as she looked just as lost as the two of them. “You moved her from where?”

“New York,” Wanda said quickly. She looked over at her wife, who now had a hint of recognition in her eyes. “Oh, won’t you look at that! It’s almost dinner time,” she added, when Agnes opened her mouth, probably to ask some more questions. Suddenly, she was just as eager as Natasha for the woman to leave. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to overstay my welcome,” Agnes said instead. 

Wanda then proceeded to show Agnes out, promising she would see her on Wednesday. She hoped her neighbor would be a little less nosy by then. 

“Overall, I think that went pretty well,” Wanda said as she slammed the door shut. “But you really gotta be nicer to people.” 

Natasha crossed her arms. “I am nice to people. But I also know people and something just feels off about Agnes. You’ve got to be careful, Wanda.” 

Wanda waved her wife’s worries away. “Come on, Nat. Now, you’re just exaggerating.” She took Natasha's hands in her own. “Let it go, please,” she said in a softer tone, something more akin of a plea. When Natasha nodded, Wanda kissed her. It was her way of saying thank you. 

When Wanda pulled back, Natasha leaned in and kissed her again. 

“We are an unusual couple, you know,” Wanda said as the two of them broke apart. 

“I don’t think there were ever any doubts about that,” Natasha laughed. 

“We don’t have a meet cute, like other couples do,” Wanda contemplated. If she was completely honest, it felt slightly disappointing. She wished there was more of a story to tell sometimes. 

“I know that I’ve always loved you,” Natasha said with a smile on her face. “So that could be our meet cute.” 

Wanda grinned back at her. Moving to Westview would be everything she ever dreamed of, she just knew it.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wandanat #wandanat fic #westview au #my fic #once upon a time in westview #I hate this but it's been in my drafts for ages so fuck it I'm posting it

[espinosaurusrexex]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 (𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭)

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

a/n: I got this idea after seeing this tiktok, and I just wanna thank @mrs-capsicle for sparking this fun idea! It's been in the making for a while now, and I am so excited to finally post my very first full length series on this blog. I'm sorry I left you waiting so long, but I wanted this to be perfect.

word count: ~57k

series warnings: fake dating trope (cause we’re a sucker for those), grief, anxiety, pining, fluff, slow burn, soft Bucky, alcohol consumption, mentions of death, language, mentions of infertility, smut (chapters are marked with *) !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

・◦* ✶ 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔 | 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ☾◦ *・

one - the lonely diaries

two - suburban magic

three - I trust you

four - Vision, Darling

five - band-aids

six - floating

seven - the thing about lying

eight - life is great... oh wait

nine* - promises (Bucky's version)

ten - the punchline

eleven - we're finally okay

twelve - distant dreams (again)

・◦* ✶ this series is complete ☾◦ *・✶ 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*･ﾟ

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 @almosttoopizza @royalwritersoftheuniverses @circe143 @valkyrie418 @mirikusashes @not-another-fangirl @this--is--music @pinkpunkdynamite @wintermischief @patricks-fabulous-face @ryansreadings @wiintaersoldier @marvle-lover69 @sweetwritingfanficfriend

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky x y/n #the winter soldier imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky fluff #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fic #the winter soldier x you #bucky x female reader #soft!bucky #bucky angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #captain america imagine #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #captain america winter soldier #james bucky barnes #everything’s better in westview

[delulu-with-wandanat]

(Last part of my girls <3) This gon be a long one so buckle up!

‘Mean Girl’ Wanda x ‘Nerd’ Tasha

The next day after their date, Natasha was ignoring Wanda. She was confused why Nat was acting like she didn’t exist. In truth, Nat thought that Wanda didn’t want their relationship to be public. Seeing as she was a nerd and Wanda was super popular. Nat thought Wanda was embarrassed of her.

Wanda slid next to Nat in the cafeteria. “Hey!” She said cheerfully.

Natasha glanced at her quickly. “Wanda.”

“Tasha, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong? Was the date terrible? If so please would you go again with-“

“I- No, Wanda.” Natasha sighed and lowered her voice. “Are you not embarrassed?”

“…why would I??”

“I mean… you’re popular. I know you have a reputation to uphold, as much as I find those stupid.”

“Tasha I don’t-“ Wanda tried to explain.

“You’d want to keep this private and I respect that. You should-“

Wanda didn’t let her little nerd finish, instead she kissed her on the lips. In the middle of the cafeteria. Full of people. They heard some gasps and hushed whispers from other students.

Natasha was too shock to pull back. Wanda broke the kiss, gazing at Nat with the most smitten look. Girl was whipped. “Wands, people are looking-“

“And I don’t care. I would never be embarrassed of you. You’re my girlfriend and I’m yours. Reputation be dammed.”

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully with a smile on her face. In truth she was touched and flustered, she didn’t want to show Wanda that though. She has a big ego, but Wanda knows and simply kissed her cheek.

If 2 years ago you told Nat that she would be dating the infamous mean girl who gave her the nickname ‘Nerd’ Tasha. She would have laughed in your face.

Wanda’s ex boyfriend scoffed from his table. “Wow, what a downgrade.” He spoke loudly.

“Vis, shut up. Your hairline is already receding at the age of 18.” No one messes with the Queen Bee of Westview High.

(Hope you guys love these two as much as I do! Because they have my HEARTT🫶😩)

(If you guys wanna see the previous part just click the Queen of Westview High tag. I already put which part is which. Or idk how you search stuff on tumblr LMAO 🤷)

#natasha romanoff #wandanat #wanda maximoff #wanda x natasha #natasha #wanda #wlw #high school au #scarletwidow #scarlet widow #Queen of Westview High #hs au #wandanat hs au

[jupitercomet]

the bcu are au series that all take place in the same universe

bradley bradshaw;

je te laisserai des mots (little women au)

the trial run (frat boy au)

so seductive (stripper au)

i swear somewhere this works (soulmate au)

all over tabloids (actor au)

the honeymoon phase (married in vegas au)

under the hard deck (boxer au)

kilometers per hour (formula 1 au)

bob floyd;

under the hard deck (boxer au)

kilometers per hour (formula 1 au)

jake seresin;

the douche bag jar (new girl au)

golden boy (70s au)

caught in a riptide (surfer au)

i swear somewhere this works (soulmate au)

million dollar man (sugar daddy au)

under the hard deck (boxer au)

kilometers per hour (formula 1 au)

how do i love thee? (as you like it au)

1986 top gun;

off the ice (college hockey au)

#bradley bradshaw imagines #bradley bradshaw au #bob floyd imagines #bob floyd au #jake seresin imagines #jake seresin au #goose imagines #goose au #slider imagines #slider au #iceman imagines #iceman au #je te laisserai des mots #the douche bag jar #how do i love thee? #benevolent king #welcome to westview #under the hard deck #the strikeout #i only light up when cameras are flashing #off the ice #kilometers per hour #bug's masterlist

[musclesandhammering]

Loki Westview AU

(Because platonic lokius could’ve done it so much better than romantic wandavision and you can fight me on that)

- Instead of an android/human couple living an idealistic married life in the suburbs, it’s a an alien/human buddy cop duo basically living out a vintage murder mystery in various locations.

-When I say various locations I mean that as in, like… instead of Westview being one suburban neighbourhood it changes into different neighbourhoods every episode. Just to make it more trippy. But it’s still called WV.

-The plot is that people have been dying around the town, and the local PD (including detectives Mobius & Loki, and their colleagues B-15 & Casey) are trying to solve the case and figure out what’s going on.

-Their main suspect is Sylvie, a suspicious drifter that no one in the town seems to know anything about.

-It’s slowly revealed that B-15 and Casey’s minds are being tampered with (and at this point, they’re assuming Loki’s and Möbius’s are too), along with everyone else in the town & they realise that Sylvie has supernatural powers (she kinda sorta fills Agatha’s role).

-They set out to try to track her down and apprehend her, but every time they get close, reality bends/they lose their train of thought/the evidence goes missing/she disappears/etc.

-The big reveal is that Loki was the one that was enchanting them, and Sylvie was just acting as the bouncer. The people coming up dead were actually TVA agents that had found them and wanted to take them back.

-Loki, Mobius, & Sylvie had figured out the whole “the TVA is controlling you” thing in one episode and had decided to hide out in a little pocket of the timeline- that Loki kept casting illusions over & shifting and blending with other timelines (changing locals) so that they wouldn’t be found (yes, he can do that. In this au he’s as powerful as he rightfully should be.)

-They weren’t able to/didn’t have time to convince B-15 and Casey of this so they just brainwashed them and dragged them along.

-A twist is that Möbius’s mind was never altered, he knew what was happening the whole time and was just playing along and helping cover up for Loki.

-The first episode is basically the same as the one in the Loki series- starting with him getting arrested and introducing the TVA and worldbuilding, etc. Except Sylvie basically makes her episode 2 appearance at the end of episode 1.

-The next 5 episodes are the decade episodes.

-Episode 7 is a mix of flashbacks (revealing to the viewer what’s been going on all along), attempts to convince B-15 and Casey to trust them again, and foreshadowing that the TVA is closing in on them.

-Episodes 8 and 9 are the big showdown ones. There’s a badass scene where the Superhero Group We Deserved But Didn’t Get (Mobius, Loki, Sylvie, B-15, and Casey) fights the assembled TVA agents in Westview. The end up in multiple different places all across the multiverse (Lamentis??).

-This ends with them being separated. Sylvie and Casey end up being taken in by the TVA, Mobius and B-15 end up stuck in the WV illusion, and Loki ends up in The Void.

-Kang and the other Loki variants and several other plot points either don’t exist in this au or will just have to wait until season 2, up to you.

-There’s no need for Jimmy or Monica in this au because Loki fully knows what he’s doing, while no one on earth (aside from his posse) notices.

-In this au Sylvie is a likeable person who isn’t forced to be Loki’s romantic interest, shows actual remorse over killing TVA agents, and has a believable build up.

-Loki gets to be the extremely morally ambiguous cunning and manipulative badass we know he can be.

-Imagine the main 5 in six decades worth of detective outfits omg.

-This is purely a suggestion but the Westview locals should be: a small suburban town in the 50s, a hippie trailer park in the 60s, a big city in the 70s, a creepy middle of nowhere ranch community in the 80s, a Miami-like city in the 90s, and a boardwalk town in the 00s.

-All of this is tinged with the looming question of what exactly they’re buying time for- they don’t know how to defeat the TVA for good, they don’t know how to free all the agents at once, they don’t know how to escape them permanently, etc. The entire show is just our main crew existing in a panicked limbo.

-Some episodes are super comical, some episodes lean heavily into the murder mystery theme, some episodes are downright foreboding and eerie, some of them of action packed, some of them are really emotional.

-The main theme running through all of it is trust. Loki and Mobius trusting each other completely after not knowing each other very long at all. The two of them grappling with trusting Sylvie when she still seems shady even to them. B-15 and Casey struggling to trust Loki and Mobius all throughout the story. Just trust issues all around.

-We don’t have to endure all the brown of the TVA for as long as we did in the series.

#platonic lokius #lokius au #Loki au #Loki series au #Loki #Mobius #sylvie #b-15 #Casey #TVA #westview #wandavision au #Loki meets wandavision #antisylki #frosty bby #fic prompt #lokius prompt #lokis fic #Loki prompt #Loki fic prompt

[jeremy-hand]

how did your s/i die in the wanda/vision au?

listen i don't have a SOLID and/or serious answer so. bear with me ok? 🐻 <- holy shit there's a bear with me

ANYWAYS.

party rocked too hard

got ride the cyclone'd at coney island

eated by one of jr's krav maga sharks

SANS?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!

btw i just finished wa/nda/visi/on and i think reagan would be in monica's role btw bc she seems like it and th

ey're also both my faves... forever!!!!!!

i also liked agatha's intro thing teehee ^_O

laika is sparky btw. if you care

what was i saying

oh

so my s/i's death would have to be as devastating and traumatizing as vision's was but i can't think of anything good

#i watched the show just so i could help make this au better and it was as good as the mcu can get w/o stan lee bc it took itself seriously- #-for once. i liked that aspect :]c #i still fucking hate the mcu tho there'snothing you can do to make me stop hating it teehee >_o #📧 you've got mail! #nostalgia max wandavision au #tw mcu #would the town still be westview? no i think it'd be still valley :] #i think i saw another wa/nda/vi/sion au where brett is wanda too somewhere but i dont remember.. #talk2thehand.fam

[wandasaura]

BURNING BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN

summary — the annual maximoff memorial day barbecue has finally come, but so has a softer side of your dominants

warning(s) — established relationship, married wandanat, mentions of dom/sub dynamics, this is 90% fluff, shower sex, quickie, fingering, oral, nipple stimulation, hickies, its relatively tame in comparison to what lives in this au, domestic fluff, mentions of pietro being dead as fuck, men/minors dni

authors note — remember when i said i was taking a little break? yeah i lied and im not sorry about it!

you are in love universe

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff

The warmth and promise of sunshine had quickly taken hold of Westview, days of long darkness and snow storms came to be just a memory, thawed out by butterflies and the occasional white dove that pecked at the birdfeeder on the back porch of the Maximoff residence. You couldn’t understand how the sky was so much brighter in warmer weather, but as you sat beside Natasha on the cusp of solid Earth, you thought it looked bluer than usual. The crashing waves before you licked at your feet and dampened the shorts you wore when the tide dared to try and swallow you whole, but like changing seasons, it never stayed quick. 

Sunrise had barely hit its peak and already the traces of pink and orange were just another mental memory for the big scrapbook of moments you never wanted to forget. The sand was coarse beneath the fingers that hours earlier had been dug into soft blankets, but refreshing and welcomed despite how small granules crept beneath your nails when you picked it up the wrong way. Natasha hummed an old lullaby beneath her breath, eyes closed and face tilted toward the sun like a lonely flower that had managed to grow in an abandoned field. You knew much about the woman's past, but not enough to understand her connection to the star that brought you light each new day. Now wasn’t the time to ask, but you knew that eventually you’d come to know the reason for her methods of relief in hard times. 

The first weekend of break had come on quick, and the barbeque that Wanda and Natasha had frantically tried to tidy the house for before your attitude interrupted them was merely hours away. Despite the plans and the people coming over, time had been taken out of the day to devote just to you. In this moment, sitting on the edge of solid ground beneath rays of sun that attempted to burn you, you couldn’t even explain how truly loved you felt. 

The beach was empty, void of the presence of others and quiet for your enjoyment, save for the seagulls who squawked over scraps and the waves that crashed against man made piers and naturally jagged rocks. Your toes were coated in sand, your fingers in the same state, but you didn’t care to think about the messy things at that moment, you only wanted to focus on the good. The good was Natasha’s arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close like a stray wave might succeed in carrying you out to sea. The good was Wanda’s perfume that lingered around the collar of your stolen shirt like the scent was woven into the cotton. The good was being here, being free and alive. The good was knowing Natasha. The good was having Wanda. The good was knowing love and having love.  

You laid your head down on the woman’s shoulder, noting how her hair seemed to glow beneath the sunlight. In this moment, it wasn’t auburn with scuffs of brown thrown in at the roots, it was orange like fire made by those long before lights and lanterns existed. She was ethereal, sat out beneath the early daylight, bearing her freckles for the sky to adore. You’d attempted to count them earlier, your gaze stuck on her naked face with blemishes and beauty marks sporadically thrown into the mix, but somewhere after thirty they all blended together and you settled for simply looking at them, admiring how you were somehow allowed to see them. 

You were happier in spring, happiest in summer, but recently, you have found those seasons in people. Wanda was like the early days of May, where weather was warm but also cold, and sunlight was soft but somehow harsh. Natasha was like summer, late July if you thought about a specific moment. Like the air she was sweet, but like the people she was calm, and like the night she was chaos wrapped up in laughter and loved company. They weren’t perfect, you would never call them such, but they were as close to it as people could get. 

A soft smile graced your features, and though you squinted to lessen the sting of sunlight, Natasha thought you looked stunning. When her eyes reopened and her head tilted downward to look at you, there was only affection smeared across her face. Her eyes that were so meticulously different shades of green had a spark within them that could only speak of the happiness she felt. How words had existed for so long and still there wasn’t one to describe the intense feelings that rushed through the both of you, you didn’t know, but you were content enough to rest against her with the knowledge that even if you couldn’t say it, you were both feeling it. 

“We’ve gotta head back soon.” Your beautiful moment was ripped into tiny pieces of paper that got caught in the breeze before they made it into the recycling can, and the smile that had turned your lips upward quickly worked in the opposite direction. You shook your head, digging your heels into the sand like the simple action might change her mind and make her forget about the barbeque that was starting at noon. “Not now. I need a couple more minutes of this.” 

You giggled softly when she nuzzled into your head, her wild curls tickling your nose because she hadn’t bothered to straighten them yesterday. You reached up, taking one of her curls between your fingers and pulling it taught, letting go to watch it bounce back into place and laid against her forehead with frizzy edges. You sighed in content, running your fingers through her wild hair that couldn’t be tamed in this state. “I like your natural hair.” 

Natasha crinkled her nose at your genuine admission. She puckered her lips and let them rest against your finger that was still in front of her face as you softly brushed strands of hair away from her eyes. “My natural hair is blonde.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.” You rolled your eyes fondly, snuggling even further into her side despite how hot you felt beneath the sun. No matter the weather you wanted to be pressed up into her, and it was clear that she wanted the same, her arm around your waist squeezed you tight, almost daring you to try and pull away prematurely. “When you met Wanda did she have red hair?” 

“No, the red is pretty new. It was brown, a little bit longer than she keeps it now. She was really leaning into the whole emo phase. We could never go out together if she didn’t have red lipstick and eyeliner, she always said it completed her look.” Natasha smiled fondly at the memories that came to mind when she thought about the beginning stages of their relationship, and you felt your own heart warm in your chest as you thought about the young couple they had been. You wondered what kind of odds had been stacked against them, but you didn’t question it, happy to just live in this happy moment. 

You let your hand fall back into the sand, rubbing circles that slowly became hearts into the malleable surface. The beach would always be one of your favorite places, but sitting beside Natasha made it better, sweeter. “How long have you been together now?” 

“Fourteen years.” Natasha laughed, her own hand reaching out to collect handfuls of sand that she let run between her fingers until only a few granules were left in her palm, and then you watched her repeat the process over again. “Sometimes it feels like it was only a couple of weeks ago, and other times it feels like I’ve never lived without her.” 

“I never hated her.” You admitted, though you had the slightest inkling that Natasha already knew that. She just had a way of knowing things before you did. There was no possible way anyone could hate Wanda Maximoff, and if you somehow stumbled upon the only person in the world who did, you didn’t doubt they’d meet a quick and painful demise. 

“I know, moya kroshka.” Natasha laughs softly, so softly the sounds of the waves almost drown her out completely, but you still heard her. You’d always hear her. “It’s coming up on a full year since we started this whole thing, have any ideas about what you want to do?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, reaching for Natasha’s hand when she lost interest in the sand. She’d taken her rings off last night and with the early wake-up call hadn’t put them back on. The slightest tan kissed her features around where they usually sat, and gently you brushed the pads of your fingers against the pale skin. “I just want to spend it with you both.” 

“We can definitely make that happen.” Natasha hummed softly, laying a gentle kiss on the top of your head where sunlight had kissed your hair. Your roots were warm, hot against her lips, but Natasha didn’t flinch away. You knew this moment was coming to an end, but you could appreciate it for the few seconds longer that it lasted. “Wanda probably has breakfast ready, milaya. We’ve gotta start heading back now.” 

“Can we come back?” You questioned softly, not wanting to speak too loud as if it could ruin the quiet atmosphere around you. As you stood, dusting sand off the back of your legs, you winced at the ache in your back when you finally found your feet and steadied yourself on them. Natasha did the same, a quiet groan slipping past her lips when she reached down to collect your abandoned sets of flip flops. With one hand occupied, she reached the other out to you.  

“We’ll find a day.” She promised with a nod of affirmation. Your hand fits easily in the palm of hers, your fingers curl around her scarred knuckles while hers lay flat against your unbroken ones. Together you’re a perfect balance. Delicate definitely, but not entirely harmless. 

Westview sits on the edge of New Jersey, the air tinged with the permanent lingrance of salt and sand. The farther you walk, the less prominent it becomes, but if you know what you’re looking for, the scent of the shore still remains. Houses closest to the water are painted soft colors that linger in the summer sunrises, vacation homes that are only occupied for a handful of months throughout the year, but the deeper you walk the more mundane it becomes. The town is a muted palette of browns and beiges, fences of white and cars of greyscale. It’s perfectly coherent, acceptably mature, but the Maximoff residence remains the outlier. In the blandness of tans and creams, the two-story house is a soft green color with vibrant red shutters. The cars are normal, though elaborate. Unlike the Hondas and Toyotas that occupy driveways and road space, Natasha’s sleek Corvette Stingray sits beside Wanda’s Audi R8 in the driveway, the only flex of their wealth that’s apparent. You like it though, like how they’re so different from everyone else. 

You make sure to kick the sand still clinging to your heels off before you step into the house, and immediately you’re met with the aroma of sweet sugar and maple. Natasha hums at the change of scent, leaving behind the traces of salt that had tickled her nose the entire walk back to the house in favor of discovering what Wanda had prepared for breakfast. She drags her hand across your back as she passes you, seeking out the presence of her wife. 

You're slower to follow, taking your time to meticulously stack your flip flops with the rest of the shoes in the entryway. They don’t match the aesthetic of Valentino loafers and Prada heels, but you smile at the sight anyways. Your favorite pair of white converse sit beside the shoes Wanda wears into the office every work day, and your balled up pink socks are tucked into Natasha’s running shoes for some reason, but the little traces of your place here makes you feel at home. You’re not so different from the shore that lingers through Westview in the winter, but unlike the water that’s abandoned when snow falls, they’ll never forget about you when the seasons inevitably change. 

“Where did you leave the stray?” You just barely catch the end of whatever conversation has led to that question when you finally appear in the kitchen. The sunlight is golden now, no longer soft with pink and orange, but it falls over Wanda like the perfect blanket anyways. She’s wrapped up in Natasha’s arms, pinned to the stovetop where bacon rests in a hot pan. The only indication that this moment is less than perfect is the hot grease that pops and splatters every other second when Wanda neglects it for too long. 

“You know, you should really be nice to me before I start biting your ankles like a real stray.” You hum, your voice carrying through the kitchen like it’s always belonged there, though it’s not a response derived from annoyance like it would have been only weeks ago. Rather, your words are layered with fond exasperation that Wanda finds herself laughing at. 

Natasha kisses the lawyer's shoulder, squeezes her waist tightly, whispers something in Russian that’s not entirely audible from how far away you stand, before she pulls away entirely and walks toward the refrigerator. You pout when she pulls out the near empty pitcher of orange juice, setting it down on the island to be poured into glasses when breakfast is ready. It seems you could’ve spent a few more minutes beneath the sun, but you don’t complain. This is just as nice, just different. 

“That’s my job.” You sulk, letting your naked feet slap against the hardwood floors as you approach with sadness written across your expression. “Wanda, your wife took my job.” 

Natasha only narrows her eyes at you, the faintest ghost of a smile on her lips that she doesn’t even attempt to school. “It was my job first.” 

“Well it’s my job now!” You stuck your tongue out at her, sulking your way over to Wanda who lets you wrap your body around hers like a baby koala. With your front pressed up against hers, you have to crane your head backward to catch a glimpse of her face, but you're pleased to know she’s already looking down at you. You pout your lips up at her, grinning in victory when she kisses your frown away with a sigh of faux exasperation. “Can I have a new job?” 

Wanda laughs at your question, her fingers sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts to sit on the skin of your ass that’s still marked from days prior. You sighed in relief at the contact, leaning heavily into her chest when she rubs away the lingering ache that truthfully doesn’t bother you much anymore. It doesn’t last long, there’s still much to be done before noon rolls around, but you soak up every ounce of domesticity this morning has offered. “Sit on the counter and look pretty for me while I finish up with the bacon.” 

“Aye aye, Captain.” You giggle after saluting her, wiggling out of her arms and sliding your way up onto the countertop that’s practically become your designated spot since she stopped reprimanding you about sitting up here. Natasha crosses the little space between the edge of the island to where you’re perched watching Wanda cook, and you hum in pleasure when she leans forward to connect your lips. 

Your hands wrap around her shoulders and fingers tangle into the baby hairs at the nape of her neck. You smile into the kiss, beyond content with the little bubble that’s existed around you since being roused from sleep at five in the morning. A shriek of surprised laughter fills the kitchen when Natasha pulls away from your lips and buries her face in the crock of your neck, a raspberry tickling the sensitive skin as she blows against it. You squirm away from the sensation, but your arms still keep her locked in place. 

“Hi, Natty.” You giggle, tugging gently at the loose curls that your fingers are twisted between. She smiles at your happiness, pecking your lips a handful of times before she pulls away and whispers back the same greeting. “You smell like the beach.” You point out, giggling at Natasha’s extravagant eye roll. 

“You both smell like the beach and will be taking a shower after breakfast.” Wanda chimed into the conversation, tapping your thigh in warning as she opened the cabinet just beside your head. It had become routine at this point for her to simply work around you, so the clattering of plates beside your ear didn’t bother you much. 

When she turned around to grab the serving plate of belgian waffles on the island, your hand shot out to slap her ass, all thoughts of controlling your limbs forgotten. But really, who could blame you when she was wearing the shortest cotton shorts that had ever been sold in stores? Natasha had to bury her face in your neck to muffle her laughter, and you could feel her wide grin against your skin as you smirked innocently back at Wanda who set a firm glare in your direction. 

“Behave yourself.” She warned half-heartedly, absolutely no bite to her warning as you’d all just accepted the natural occurrence of the day, your roles as dominant and submissive forgotten about. You liked this exchange, not because you felt any less their equal when they bossed you around and set expectations upon your shoulders, but because it was the faintest glimpse at what life could be if they weren’t married and you were really their girlfriend. “Don’t even think about it, Natalia.” Wanda warned, already knowing Natasha was about to do the same thing you had been bold enough to accomplish. 

The redhead merely smirked and shrugged her shoulders, feigning innocence as she pulled away from your embrace and brought the drink glasses and pitcher into the dining room. You hopped off the counter the same as you always do, mimicking Natasha’s shrug when Wanda winced at the action. You grabbed the platter of bacon from her hands and followed after the lawyer who had already exited, eager to see where the day ended up, surrounded by the Maximoff’s closest friends and family members. 

-

The shower water was hot enough to create a thick fog on the glass doors and surrounding mirrors in the en-suite master bathroom, but still it felt cold as you joined Natasha beneath the heavy and unrelenting spray. You shivered despite the heat, reaching for the handle and turning it up even hotter, ignoring the Russian’s protests that her skin was actively melting off her bones. You liked hot showers, but you hated hot baths, and somehow you had yet to find a happy medium that worked for the both of you. Typically you’d compromise and switch off between who melted and who froze, and although it was admittedly your turn to freeze, today was not a day where you were willing to sacrifice feeling in your appendages.  

You silenced her whines with a desperate kiss, not even attempting to hide your need for her as you backed her up against the cold tile walls and pinned her hands to her sides. Your tongue was unrelenting as it licked and sucked at hers, tasting the minty toothpaste that she had rinsed from her mouth only minutes before you’d sought out her presence. When your teeth bit down on her tongue, just hard enough to send a shock of excitement down to her core, Natasha decided that being pliant in your hold wasn’t working for her. 

You shrieked in surprise when your position switched easily, the hands that had been firmly holding her wrists against the wall now pinned at your sides in the same way. You arched away from the cold tiles, effectively smashing your chests and eager nipples together as you attempted to run away from the cold wall.

“Fuck!” You shivered, your lips ghosting over hers. “You have a fucking Stingray and you still haven’t discovered heated walls?! What’s the point of having money if you don’t use it for good things!” Your words were quickly replaced by breathy moans as Natasha attached her mouth to your chest and greedily sucked a mark into your untouched skin; a mark that wouldn’t be easily hidden, especially not with the swimsuit you had been intending on wearing for the party. “Fuck, Nat–” You pushed her head away, hoping you’d acted quick enough for the damage to be only minimal. The smirk on her lips told you that you hadn’t succeeded, and you slapped at her shoulder in exasperation. “Your sister is literally going to be here in two hours, can you contain your vampire impulses until she leaves?!” 

“My sister has fucked her girlfriend in my guest bedroom. A hickey should be the least of her worries.” Natasha threw back at you, attacking her mouth to your nipple with purpose. You had ten minutes to sort yourselves out before Wanda came stomping up the stairs and pulling you out of the shower, orgasms or not. You did not want to spend the entire afternoon and evening hot and bothered because you got pussy blocked by a scary Sokovian. 

Natasha’s teeth pulled at your nipple, allowing the skin to sting for only a second before she soothed the pain with quick flicks of her tongue. Your other nipple was not privy to the same treatment, but her stumbling fingers attempted to make up for the neglect as she rolled and pinched at the pebbled bud. You shoved her head away from your chest, forcing her down onto her knees and in the direction of where you needed her most. It occurred to you briefly that you should wash her hair as she ate you out, kill two birds with one stone or whatever the saying was, but you quickly backtracked on that idea when her tongue sought out your clit with no lack of drive. Your knees wobbled, your breath got caught in your throat, and desperately your fingers tangled into her hair and pulled her closer. Your hips grinded against her face as she licked and sucked at your nerve with a passion, and you're certain that had the droplets of liquid fire not been falling over her face in a manner that was less than pretty, her chin would’ve glistened with your arousal. 

You arched into her touch as your orgasm approached, and Natasha had used the new position of your body as the perfect moment to bury two fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. You gasped in pleasure at the brief sting that came from her actions, crying out her name in pure bliss as she worked you over the edge so quickly you deserved an award for fastest achieved orgasm. 

She pulled away with dilated pupils, her own lust not forgotten about. You sank to your knees before her, pushing at her shoulders until she complied with your silent request and was laid out on the shower floor. Unlike you, she didn’t attempt to wiggle away from the flush of cold against her back, and unlike her, you didn’t waste time toying with her nipples. You dove straight into her cunt, lifting one of her legs until it was high enough to drop onto your shoulder. She tasted like she always did, but something about this situation made her more addictive. The spray of the water fell onto her belly, harsh droplets of water tinting the skin pink from not only the temperature but the pressure. One of these days, you’re going to get around to finding out the true pleasure of the detachable shower head, but today was not that day. You didn’t tease, much more intent at working her up and pushing her over before Wanda came to interrupt. Her clit throbbed beneath your tongue as you licked at her, and her walls clenched around your fingers as she pleaded for more. 

“Faster.” She moaned, her head thrown back against the white shower floors. The messy sprawl of her red hair was perfectly angelic, but you had no time to dwell on the sight of her as the minutes ticked down to none. Your fingers set into her at a punishing pace, curling into the sweet spot she loved so much until it was just a symphony of your name that rolled off her tongue in breathy whines and moans. You eased her off of the cliff with a practiced ease, giggling softly when she pushed your head away and subsequently caused water to spray in all directions as it bounced off her wrist. “N-Never letting you talk me into a shower quickie again. I think there’s an entire lake in my ears.” She panted, splaying a hand across her belly until she had managed to catch her breath. 

“I mean, technically I didn’t talk you into anything. I mouthed you into this.” You giggled, helping her stand and replacing your rough touch with something tender and sweet. You reached for Wanda’s shampoo, not caring that Natasha had her own right beside it. Wanda’s smelled sweeter, and if you were going to be the one to wash the woman’s hair, it would be you who picked the scene she bore for the rest of the day. 

You rubbed at her scalp, lathered until it bubbled, and eased your fingers through the knotted locks when it was time to wash it out. Wanda’s conditioner sat in her hair when the process was repeated on your head, and you sighed in relief when Natasha scratched her nails against the nape of your neck before trailing her hands down to your shoulders. Her thumbs worked on the soft muscles between your shoulder blades, and you melted into the firm attention. 

“How long can we stay in here before she breaks down the door?” You questioned, your eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself relax completely. Even if you hadn’t said it, you were beyond nervous to be meeting their family and friends. Some of the people attending their barbeque were big names in the security world, namely Kate Bishop, and you intended on making the best first impression if you were to ever have a career in the same field. 

“Three minutes.” Natasha chuckled gently, guiding you under the stream of water so she could rinse the soap from your hair. She conditioned you right after, twisting the strands of your hair between her fingers as she worked out the knots and kinks toward the ends. You rinsed her hair when she was done, dragged a loofa across her skin afterward, and then were rewarded with the same loving treatment. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. Everyone coming knows how much you mean to us. They’re all excited to meet you.” Natasha kissed your shoulder before she turned the water off and squeegeed the door clean of droplets and steam, stepping out into the cold first before she offered you a towel. 

“I know.” You sighed, drying your body as you tried to force your feelings into words. “I just want to make a good impression. These are your friends. It’s your sister. They matter to you and Wanda.” 

“And you matter to me and Wanda just as much. If you’re worried about Yelena, there’s no reason to be. She’s going to act like she hates you because she thinks it's her duty as my little sister to vet whoever I choose to spend my time with, but by the end of the night she’s going to have you trapped by the firepit showing you pictures of her dog. When she met Wanda for the first time, she insulted her in Russian because she thought she wouldn’t understand.” Natasha snorted at the memory, and you couldn’t help but grin bashfully at the admission. “You’re going to get along fine, and honestly that worries me. I can barely handle you by yourself.” 

“Hey!” You slapped at her side, but couldn’t help the wide smile that threatened to split your lips in half as you stared up at her. “I’ll be on my best behavior, promise.” 

“I don’t doubt that, утенок.” Natasha leaned forward to kiss your lips, and you returned the gesture though a crinkle of confusion settled across your brows. 

You asked once she pulled away, wrapping the towel tightly around your torso so that you could make a break for the guest bedroom where your outfit for the day remained. “What does that one mean?” 

“Duckling.” She laughed, and you groaned knowing that it was going to stick around, at least for a little while. You’d been quite privy to Wanda in recent days, call it making up for lost time if you really had to explain your reasonings, and both the Russian and Sokovian had chalked up your clinginess as acts of a duckling blindly following its mother. If Wanda was anywhere in the house, you were right behind her. Yesterday you had genuinely pouted at the bathroom door when she forbade you from coming in with her when she needed to pee, and unluckily enough for you, Natasha had come into the bedroom at just the right time to watch the scene unfold. “Go get dressed. Yelena said she’s arriving at twelve which really means she’ll be here in twenty minutes.”  

You nodded quickly, bolting out of the master bathroom and into your claimed bedroom without a moment of hesitance, not wanting Yelena to arrive before you were dressed. The door wasn’t even fully closed before you were dropping your towel and scrambling to find your bathing suit bottoms in the pile of messy clothes stacked on the dresser. 

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Droplets of chlorinated water lingered on touches of skin that had yet to be dried by the slowly slipping Spring sun; still a ripple of motion in the pool that hadn’t yet gone completely still with the fresh absence of bodies in the water. The crack of wood submitting to controlled flames accompanied the music of laughter and conversation that happened around you. The evening was long ahead of you, eternal more hours of company promised, but you didn’t feel any obligation to join in on jokes and memories as you fell into Wanda’s lap and snuggled in close, seeking her warmth and comfort as a chill set overtop of you. You’d been drinking all afternoon, being handed hard seltzers and beers whenever anyone noticed your hands were empty. You’d finished a handful of Wanda and Natasha’s chosen drinks, taking it upon yourself to try at least one of every flavor they had laying around the backyard. The flush on your cheeks was near permanent at this point, and though the heat in your ears would be gone by morning and replaced with a headache only Advil and sleep could soothe, the kiss on your cheeks would last days before it settled into darkened skin. 

As promised, Yelena had kept you pinned to the edge of the pool when the sun was still at its highest peak in the sky, showing you pictures and videos of the two dogs she took great pride in caring for. Kate had watched for a while, draped across her girlfriend's shoulder as the three of you laughed at a particular video of Fanny and Lucky dressed up in bowties zooming around their daylight drenched kitchen, but she had excused herself to the bathroom before the end was in sight. Maria Hill had been your savior, though you were content with Yelena’s easy presence not to mind your trapped position much while it had lasted. The early hours of the afternoon had been filled with conversation and the act of acquainting, but the later hours had told a different story; a wild one. It was the story of how you had come to find this state of mind, far past the point of being tipsy and well on your way to true drunkness. 

You hummed when Wanda laid her palm flat over your belly, keeping you close and safe in her lap. The soft pad of her thumb tickled your belly button as she adjusted slowly, sinking further down into the lounge chair she sprawled across. The sloppy smile on your face was the truest indication of your contentment, and Wanda, though she wondered who had been the one to feed you so much alcohol without her realizing, returned the grin. 

Natasha and Yelena were noticeably missing from the circle, but the silhouettes of their wild hair and toned shoulders were figures or darkness in the kitchen that promised a quick return. Natasha, though only an inch or so taller than her sister, wore her curls in a messy bun that slipped lower and lower down her head as the hours carried on. She was easiest to spot from a distance, the shadow of her presence known perfectly to you. Wanda didn’t pay you much attention other than the firm hand on your belly, but you were content to just be with her as she laughed and caught up with the blonde woman sat beside her; Carol Danvers. 

“They put up a new plaque for Pietro today.” Carol laughed at the inkling of information she had forgotten to share earlier in the afternoon, and Wanda craned her head in hopeful willingness that Carol would share more. “He would’ve loved it. He’s the only bastard on the squad that was dumb enough to have a catch phrase.” 

As if that mentioned catch phrase had been sitting on the lips of every person gathered around the fire, it fell from soft tongues without a moment of hesitation. Messy, not at all in tune, but seemingly perfect to Wanda who smiled when horrible Sokovian accents caught up to her ears and the words her brother had made his slogan lived on when even he didn’t, “You didn’t see that coming.” 

Memorial day has never held much significance to you. It had been just another holiday that sat on the start of summer, sometimes warm enough for gatherings like these, and sometimes not. Until you realized that the American flag folded in militant perfection in the master bedroom was a symbol of remembrance, you hadn’t thought it held much significance to the CEO’s either. Even though you hadn’t known Pietro, his life ending years before your path had crossed with the Maximoff’s, you smiled. His name had lingered in conversations throughout the day, and you didn’t question how loved he still was after years of absence. 

Wanda’s lips were heavy on the crown of your head when she leaned down to kiss you. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering closed for the briefest second before they opened and found Natasha admiring the sight of you. Two beers retrieved from the cooler near the pool sat in her hands, one cracked open and extended in your direction. 

“She doesn’t need anymore.” Wanda rolled her eyes, but didn’t stop you from grabbing the long necked bottle Natasha offered and adjusting yourself in her lap so that you could sip on it easily, having already spilled one drink down the front of you. With your back against her chest, and your legs situated between hers, you had to crane your neck to catch even the slightest glimpse of her face, but her arms around your torso were the physical assurance of her presence. She rubbed at the skin of your belly that had grown pink and warm beneath the sun, not yet tan, but it would come soon. The hickey on your chest had long since been forgotten, though Yelena had posed many questions of its origin before Kate slapped her shoulder and changed the topic. You’d been accepted without question, and you found that while some of their friends were painfully intimidating, Maria and Carol, they were truly sweethearts who had the same tendencies of protection as your dominants. 

When your beer had grown warm, and your cheeks had grown flusher, having been in no hurry to finish it off and replenish it like Yelena was doing, you passed the near empty bottle off to Natasha who had taken it not without an exasperated roll of her eyes and a mumbled sentence along the lines of being nothing but your servant. You had giggled, shrugged your shoulders, and curled further into Wanda who didn’t seem to even flinch at your elbow digging into her ribs. 

Despite your determination to remain awake, sleep won over you just as quickly as drunkenness had. Wanda merely rubbed your back in encouragement, being the single factor that had forced you into soft unconsciousness when conversations still buzzed around you. With your eyes closed and your breathing even, no chance of being woken even by the harshest storm, conversation had naturally flowed away from Pietro and onto you, but both Wanda and Natasha welcomed the new topic if it meant having the welcomed opportunity to boast about just how truly sweet you are. 

“I see you played the long game, Maximoff.” Maria winked at the Sokovian, her icy blue eyes admiring your innocent form as you attempted to wiggle closer to the auburn haired women who held you tightly. If you could find a way to burrow yourself beneath her skin, she knew that you would’ve done so already. 

“Patience rewards those who have it.” Wanda merely smirked in response, running her pruney fingers from hours of holding sweating cans and bottles through your chlorine stiff hair. “She just needed a little encouragement.” 

“She wasn’t the only one.” Natasha rolled her eyes, sipping slowly on her beer that despite the warmth, still brought a piece of home over her longing heart. Russians may drink vodka, but Melina Vostokoff had always preferred a beer. 

Wanda shrugged, knowing that despite her persistently cold demeanor, she had never truly doubted how her heart yearned for you. “It’s not my fault you brought home a brat.” 

“If I remember correctly, you said the same thing when you met Natasha.” Carol smirked over the lip of her can, her eyes burning holes into the side of Natasha’s face, though the Russian pointedly ignored her stare. 

“Watch it, Danvers.” She warned, but surrendered to the teasing she had missed in recent months. Life was busy, but they’d always find a reason to come back together.

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s SStan Series Rec List

here are my sebastian stan series fic recs! they are mostly bucky barnes series but mainly Au’s! i will be creating separate lists for cevans one shots and sstan one shots😚

Clockwork - @sgt-seabass

When life seems to be finally back on track, a visit by a mob boss to your dainty town changes everything. (Dark!Alpha Nick Fowler)

The Soldat And The Sparrow - @navybrat817

Your fire burns for the Winter Soldier. And one day, you'll be free. Both of you.

For The Love Of The Game - @pellucid-constellations

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it. 

The Heart Is A Deep Ocean - @dreamlessinparis

Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

Everything’s Better In WestView - @espinosaurusrexex

Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.

The Bride Of Soldat - @vampy-doll

In the summer of 1986, a young woman goes missing whenever HYDRA kidnaps her to be their next experiment for the reward of their Soldat. Now, post blip, Bucky starts to remember defining details of his love, his match made in hell, and is determined to find her. But after years of isolation and torture after his escape, she isn’t who he remembers. Now they’re trying to piece together who she was pre-HYDRA to teach her how to live, without his undying love and obsession of her getting in the way. But when one head is cut off, two more shall grow in its place, leaving them to discover those behind her abduction.

Awake My Soul - @foreverindreamlandd

It's been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you've learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He's been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren't telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you're put at risk, he'll stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Guiding Light - @wkemeup

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

The Witness - @wkemeup

Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.

Under Oath - @ugh-supersoldiers

The people called for justice, the state answered. The trial of State v. Barnes is set to begin, and the odds are most certainly not in favor of the not so beloved ex Winter Soldier. That’s where you come in, the quick, smart, and all too brave lawyer set on defending and saving one Bucky Barnes from legal prosecution. The only problem? He’s not so sure he’s worth saving at all.

Just One Kiss - @sarahwroteathing

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

He’s Hazardous To My Health - @writing-for-marvel

Bucky Barnes is a beefy paramedic with a traumatic past, who has left a trail of broken hearts behind him. You are a resident doctor new to town, who barely has time to date between long shifts. When your paths cross in your ER during a disaster, is it the start of something magical, or are you destined to be just another of Bucky’s former flames?

Just Try - @waiting4inspiration

Perfectly happy with your life at the Avengers’ compound, an alpha walks into your life, flipping it completely over and revealing secrets you hoped you had buried a long time ago.

Дорогая - @waiting4inspiration

Bucky's Winter Soldier programming has been triggered. Turns out the Winter Soldier has a thing for you.

Red Ties - @sebstan2020

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend Owens. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Delicate Edges - @wkemeup

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Pride And Privacy - @adrinktostopyourthirst

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

Feelings Are Fatal - @sunmoonandeddie

After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

Appointments - @noctumbra

bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him. 

Lazarus - @sagechanoafterdark

Things are complicated between you and James Barnes. For you, life doesn’t mean much when you never stay dead for very long. But it might just be an ex-soviet assassin that convinces you to start living again.

Its A Deal - @justreadingfics

You’re out of a relationship of 10 years and you’re just in desperate need to get laid, no strings attached, no romance, no complications. You dear friend Natasha feels like she’s going to regret this later, but she might have the perfect guy to fulfill your needs.  

The Two Of Us - @bucky-bucket-barnes

You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda's world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what's happening while dealing with one another inside the hex.

Snow - @delaber

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

All Good Things - @sagechanoafterdark

After only three days of dealing with the annoying specter haunting you, you break the rules and accidently give a ghost a body. So what do you do when you find out the man you’re now sharing your your apartment with isn’t really a ghost and that haunted touch is a little warmer than you realized?

Welcome Home… Soldat? - @winterarmyy

Y/N had make a habit of greeting Bucky a warm 'welcome home' everytime he came back from his missions, but there was one particular day when she unknowingly greeted someone else.

Heavy Metal Lover - @mypoisonedvine

every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional. (Sub!Bucky Barnes + Dominatrix!Reader)

Parent-Teacher Conference - @coffeecatsandcandles

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

Duck & Cover - @whirlybirbs

you’re the howling commandos’ new medic (Sniper!Bucky Barnes)

Winter’s Mate - @maggyme13

The Winter Soldier threatens to get out of control with his instincts taking over more and more. After years of supressed ruts his body built up a resistance and Hydra need to find another solution. Deciding it would be the easiest to just give in. Hydra kidnapped the reader to turn her into a Omega in Heat using injections whenever needed.

Key’s In Your Ignition - @georgiapeach30513

Caught up in a sexual relationship with your father’s Vice President, and trying to not get caught.  Blind to everything else that’s going on in the club, and even your old crush, Bucky Barnes.  Not even noticing your brother and best friend flirting, until your father suddenly passes, and things in the club drastically change. (Ari Levinson + Bucky Barnes + Harvard Hottie- Hayden)

#chxrrys fic recs #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic recs #fic recs #sebastian stan x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x reader

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Somewhere In The Multiverse (W.M)

Scarlet Witch x Fem!MultiverseVariantReader! (Avengers AU)

Summary: After Westfield, as The Scarlet Witch, Wanda is in her endless journey to find her boys through the multiverse until one particular universe caught her attention.

Warning: None, I guess this is just something domestic with a sprinkle of angst. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/n: Hello! I'm back! I finally got this fic done after a while. I wrote the parts towards the ending when I'm down, so I couldn't really focus. Please bear with me if some part a little wonky or doesn't make sense. lol. Anyway, happy reading!

Main Masterlist

Five long dreadful years after Vision died and a guilt filled year after everything that happened in Westview, Wanda still desperately searches for her happiness. The longing for the happy life with Vision and her twin sons drew her to the Darkhold.

To Wanda, it’s the only way for her to get them back. Being the fast learner and powerful witch she is, she easily figured out ways to look around in different universes.

Universe after universe, Wanda sees different kinds of happy life her variants have with them. She can hear her son’s laughter. Different scenarios of life she dreamt about exist in another universe until there’s one that intrigues her.

In this one universe, no matter how many times she sees through it, Wanda only sees Billy and Tommy. They live happily just like in the others but she never sees herself nor Vision in it. The more she observes it the more she is drawn to it. Questions popped up in her mind. Do Vision and her exist in that particular universe? With whom do Tommy and Billy live? Who is the person behind their laughter and smile?

Wanda spends more time focusing on it and clues start to show up. She starts to see another figure with her twin sons, you.

Wanda never gets the chance to see your face. Every single time she tries to find out, she can only see the back of you. She doesn’t recognize you, your voice nor from your appearance. All of these surely drags her curiosity up to the surface of her mind.

With all the spells and ritual she learnt from The Darkhold, she decided to pay this universe a visit.

With an ease, Wanda gets into this different life in a different world yet seems to be familiar. She looks around and she figures that she is in the house where her sons live. Wanda instantly feels peaceful. At first it felt weird for her about how much she feels like she is home.

It's really calm and quiet. The house feels warm and cozy in her heart. Just like how she always dreams about even though part of her is wondering where the twins are. All the colors, furniture and decoration around seems like welcoming her home.

Wanda continues wandering around, her sights jumping from one spot to another. She even feels that she is attached to this universe, something that she never feels when she watches the others. Her hands start to touch around the couch, the coffee table and she lands her interest on one black shelf near the televisions. She found some books, a few of them are the ones that she read before. Her fingers keep slowly sliding around the lines of books on the shelves.

Another shelf on the other side really caught her attention. A mix of rows of movies and records on it. Wanda tilts her head curiously as soon as she sees a series of old sitcoms. Including her favorite ones that she used to watch with her parents. The urge she has inside her to pull the movies out and play it but she manages to control it and just looks at them with her glossy green eyes.

Wanda proceeded to look around more. She sees pictures on the walls, other tables and more shelves. A shaky soft gasp escaped her lips. She takes a closer look at the hung frames with mixed pictures of Tommy and Billy.

Wanda sees pictures of Tommy with his baseball team and a picture of him holding a big fish that he caught when he went fishing with you. She continues looking at the next pictures. She sees a picture of Billy winning his archery competition and all other random silly pictures of both of them.

Tears started to slowly fill her eyes. She can feel her hands getting a little shakier. Without hesitation, Wanda gently touches the face of the twins in the picture lovingly. Her lips quivered, a huge wave of emotions suddenly crashed onto her.

All mixed up feelings fill her heart, even Wanda herself doesn’t even know if it was happy tears or sad ones.

She wipes her tears right after she finds a few more pictures. Pictures that have herself from this universe in it with brown hair all smiling together with you in it. She sees you kiss her cheeks in one picture and she hugs you so close in the other. Some pictures have the four of you in it, as a happy family. Slowly bits and pieces of Wanda’s own conclusion start to gather around her mind. A little stack of mail on a table caught her attention.

“Y/n Y/L/N” Wanda mumbles under her breath reading the name on the envelopes. Wanda figures that it’s your name.

All of a sudden, Wanda hears something and it breaks her focus on the pictures. She is aware that someone is coming.

She hears familiar voices and suddenly she hears Billy scream for help. “Tommy, help me!”

“My boys.” she says under her breath at the same time with red wisps showing up wrapping around her hands. Wanda was ready to fight whoever dared to hurt them.

“No. This is why I suggested you pick a violin for the music class, not the Cello. Now, you can barely bring your other school stuff because it’s bigger than you.” Tommy replies with his straight to the point thoughts.

Wanda’s red wisps quickly disappeared and she let out a relieved sigh. A smile curves on her face hearing the conversation but right away turns to a confused frown after she hears your voice.

“Tommy, be nice to your brother and help him please. My hands are full with the groceries.” Wanda notices how gentle you talk to the boys and it draws her smile back. “Okay, okay. I’ll help you.” Tommy agrees in defeat.

Few seconds later, Wanda manages to manipulate the surroundings as soon as you and the twins walk into the house. Neither you or the boys see her there. Wanda hears Tommy’s complaining question. “Who likes to listen to Cello anyways?” The boys take off their shoes in random spots while you walk to the kitchen.

“Mommy does. So do I. You boys have to be supportive of each other, okay.” You answered as you put all the groceries on the kitchen counter. “Okay, Mama.” The twins’ voices overlap each other.

Wanda was surprised when they called you Mama. Are they your kids too? What about Vision? What happened to him? With all those confused and intrigued thoughts she follows them to their room, watching them put all their school stuff back to their shared bedroom but right after that they run back to the kitchen to help you.

It was very difficult for Wanda to hold herself back to not appear in front of the three of you and hug the twins but she didn’t want to scare everybody. She continues watching in silence every move you make.

“Mama, are you going to make chicken paprikash on Mommy’s birthday?” Tommy asks with a cute tone.

“Yes, I will, sweetheart.. We will celebrate it together with her favorite food.” you answer with a soft smile. Wanda has been too busy with the Darkhold and the multiverse and hearing that reminds her that it’s almost her birthday too. Since Pietro died, Wanda never celebrated her birthday anymore, she could care less about it. Surprisingly, what she is seeing from you and the boys drags her curiosity about this whole birthday thing in the next week.

Wanda spends the rest of the day watching you and the boys, thinking that the variant of herself in this universe will come. Wanda is really curious to see her but at the end of the night she starts to wonder why the variant isn’t home yet.

Seeing you put the boys to bed and you get ready to bed after as if you have been doing it by yourself for quiet sometimes makes her think of a temporary conclusion that your Wanda probably is on a mission.

Wanda keeps going back to your universe in the last few days, watching how your days and life go with the twins. The longer Wanda is around you and watches everything, the more she sees that you are very great with the twins. You take very good care of them and it’s undeniable that they love you so much. The boys are very close with you. They make you laugh as much as you make them. It warms Wanda’s heart seeing everything. Sometimes she doesn’t even realize that a smile always curls up on her face whenever she sees you smile and laugh. Wanda’s adoration towards you slowly built up in the last few days.

Sometimes you can feel someone’s watching or even feel like a familiar figure is in the room with the three of you. There are these unexplainable feelings you feel in you. You feel like you are complete again whenever you feel that presence around after all these years. You feel.. less lonely but you shrug the feelings off, thinking it was just probably because you miss your Wanda so much.

Days have passed and today is Wanda’s birthday. Deep down she is excited to see what will you and the boys do today even though part of her knows that it’s all for her variant, not her.

Wanda sees you wake up but she can’t figure out if you look happy or sad. It’s your Wanda’s birthday, why wouldn’t you look happy? Her thought starts to wonder. You sit up but your head hangs low as your hands cover your face for a few seconds as you take a deep breath. “Happy birthday Wanda.” you mumble under your breath. Confused, Wanda’s head tilted a little.

Your hands rub your face and you try to make a smile as soon as you hear running steps coming to your room and Wanda notices everything.

The crease on her forehead fades right away and a smile comes up right after she sees Billy and Tommy come into the room and get on the bed to hug you.

“Ma! Oh great, you are awake!” Tommy exclaimed.

“Oh good morning to both of you, my little monkeys! Of course I’m awake.” You tease them as you hug them back.

“Yeah Tommy. Mama wouldn’t forget Mommy’s birthday today. She already got everything planned, right Mama?” Billy asks.

“Of course! We gonna cook mommy’s favorite dish—”

“Paprikash! It’s our favorite too!” The boys’ voices overlap competing to finish your words. You laugh. “Yes, yes. Paprikash, it’s our favorite.” Wanda accidentally chuckles watching all the sweet conversation that is happening. You quickly look back to where you thought you hear the little chuckles. You could’ve sworn you hear a familiar sound behind you and again, you feel the warm presence. Wanda takes notice of what is going on.

“Oh and the cake! Will you let us help make the cake too?” Tommy questions you and brings your focus back on them.

“Of course buddy. I always let you and your brother make Mommy’s cake. She always likes the cake you two make.” you playfully play with their hair.

“Yes!” Billy and Tommy exclaimed excitedly at the same time and did high fives with each other. “Okay okay, now go take a shower and get ready for the day. I will make breakfast for you. After breakfast, I want you to do your homeworks first before you two go playing. I will let you boys know when it’s time to cook and bake for Mommy’s birthday okay?” You gently tell them and they nod before they both run out of your room.

Meanwhile you, you walk towards where you felt the warm presence earlier. Wanda nervously takes a step back when you get closer. Her brain was sure and remembered what she learnt from the dark hold that you shouldn’t be able to see her or know that she was there after she casted this particular spell. Wanda can’t lie to herself that she feels this little spark and maybe a connection with you. Her heart skips a beat when you stand right in front of her.

“Wands, are you here? I miss you so much.” you whisper softly with a very sad desperate tone. Hearing your sad voice got her thinking that something isn’t right. It led her to pay more attention to little details that she might have missed.

Series of activities you and the boys have been doing and how much fun the three of you have  draws Wanda’s urge to show herself to you but she knows it’s not the time just yet. At least not until she sees her variant.

The paprikash and the cake are finally ready and it’s still only the three of you. Wanda is perplexed even more when you and the boys do not even bother to wait and have the dinner together then proceed to the cake.

Her own curiosity is killing her when Billy, Tommy and you sing happy birthday without the variant is even there. You blow the candles together right after.

No video call or call? What’s going on? Perhaps she is on a secret mission that doesn't even allow a simple birthday call?

At the end of the night, you put the boys to bed. Wanda follows you walk to the kitchen to do the dishes.

You look calm at first, doing your chores. The house sounds a lot more quiet when the boys are asleep, soft low volume from the TV makes its way to be heard every now and then. Wanda notices little changes on your facial expressions gradually. She thinks that you look exhausted but as Wanda is turning around to go to check on the boys she hears you start to cry.

She finds you bawling in such sadness. Wanda starts to think that you look broken-hearted. Between sniffling and crying, you mumble but clear enough for her to hear. “I miss you so much, Wanda. I really wish you were here. I wish you never did what you did. Please come back.”

Seeing how hurt you are and how you mumbled in anguish makes Wanda’s heart ache and curious at the same time. What happened? Does it mean her variant isn’t on a mission as Wanda thought she was?

You start to sob as quietly as you can. Standing behind you, she feels the urge to calm you down even though she doesn’t really know you. Her eyes slowly turn glossy. Wanda can’t help it. Unbeknownst to you, she casted a spell and made herself slowly visible.

“Y/n, I–i’m so sorry for whatever happened to your..uh partner.” She said hesitantly yet full of concern for you as she gently touched your shoulder.

Wanda didn’t think it through. What she just did startled you. You gasp loudly and turn around in a split second very very shocked. Your face instantly loses its color as if you just saw a ghost, the ghost of the love of your life.

“Wa–Wanda? Is..Is..Is that you? No. No. That can’t be you. Who are you?!” You rapidly walk back to whichever direction you can just to get away from Wanda. You start to grab whatever you can reach and throw it at her. The twins’ plastic cup, forks, spatula, coffee mug, even a roll or paper towel. Her magic dodges everything right on time before it hits her. Panic and terrified, your instinct leads your hurried steps to your set of knives. You grab them one by one, and throw it at her with the thought of fighting for your life so you can go save the boys.

Once again, the red wisps do its work. It stops each knife at ease and keeps them frozen still mid air. One of the knives was stopped an inch right before her forehead. You see that she doesn’t even flinch. Wanda grabs it and puts it on the kitchen counter gently and then looks at you.

“Who the fuck are you? You are not Wanda.” you demand answers.

“I am Wanda Maximoff. Who–” Wanda answers but you didn’t let her finish.

“No! You are not Wanda! It’s impossible! My wife died five years ago.” you denied her and your voice starts to break. A little gasp breaks through Wanda’s lips after hearing what you just said but confusion takes over the surprised feelings in her.

The little silence of shocks puzzled you and got you thinking about what she wanted. Your instinct reminds you of your sons right away. “The boys.” You mumble and you quickly run. Unfortunately Wanda’s magic freezes you on the spot and you are floating mid air.

“Let me go! What do you want?!” you confronted her.

‘Tommy and Billy are in their room.” Wanda responds calmly. “What did you do to them?! Please don’t hurt them.” you said while you try to escape yourself from the red magic that limits your movements but it was all in vain.

“They are safe and sound asleep. I’m not a monster. I’m not going to hurt you or them. I will put you down and I just need you to tell me who you are and your life here.” Wanda offers you a one way deal.

Deep down you refuse to agree but it’s for the safety of your sons, you know better not to fight her or anything. You agreed in defeat.

Wanda gently lands you on the floor as she floats smoothly closer to you.

“Now tell me about your life here. No trick and no lies please.” she requested in a very soft voice.

You swallow down your fear hardly before you start telling her your life story. “You look like my wife, Wanda. She’s– she is the most amazing woman I have ever met. I was one of the scientists for S.H.I.E.L.D but then they transferred me to work with Tony and Bruce at the Avengers compound. That was where Wanda and I met.” Your eyes get glossy. Wanda notices your sad expression as she pays attention to everything you say but then you chuckle and smile a little talking more about your beloved deceased wife.

“She was a very shy person but once she got comfortable, she would turn into a very funny, caring and talkative person which made me fall for her. She is a great mother to our boys.” you continue as your hand starts to wipe the tears that slowly overfill your eyes.

“What happened to Vision? Where is he now?” Wanda’s forehead puckered as she asked another question.

You turn your head to her and answer the question with another question. “Who is Vision? I don’t know who you are talking about.”

“Vision, he–he was Jarvis and was created during Ultron’s attack on earth 616. Us, Avengers fought him and saved the world back then. Vision became one of us and that’s when Wanda– I–I meant that was when Vision and I got closer but Thanos killed him and uh– we have the boys, Tommy and Billy years after. It’s—It’s—It’s another thing that happened.” Her lips quiver shortly before she exhales a shaky breath while holding her tears back.

What Wanda just said really caught your attention that you shift yourself to face her. “Wait, what? Ultron’s attack? Earth 616? Did you say Jarvis was born? THE Jarvis, as in Tony’s AI? Thanos? Does this mean you are from another universe and the multiverse actually exists?” you start to ramble instant lines of questions.

“Yeah, Ultron. Ultron didn’t invade this universe? What about Thanos? What happened to me–I meant to your wife, Wanda?” Wanda took her turns asking your even more questions.

“Ultron happened here but everything worked out and there was no fight between The Avengers and Ultron in this universe. Jarvis is still Tony’s AI until now.” you explained.

“Tony’s alive? Jarvis still exists here? That’s why I didn’t see Vision here.” Wanda rambles out her thoughts to herself under her breath, connecting the dots.

“No Vision was created and yes, Tony’s still alive. Everybody is still alive, except.. Wanda.” you swallow hard when the memory hits you again, so hard that your heart aches. Sadness shows up in your face again. You feel Wanda’s hand holding you and it’s insanely bizarre that you feel the same comfort that you used to get when your Wanda did it.

“What happened?” Wanda hesitantly asks you with her soft voice.

“Thanos and his army came to attack. The Avengers were at war and fought them. I had a feeling that day, when I saw Wanda fly out of the compound with everybody else that I would never see her again even though she told me that she would come back for me and the boys.” tears start to fill your eyes to the brim slowly.

Wanda doesn’t know what to say when her mind comes up with a conclusion of what happened to your wife but she knows how you feel, she senses a great loss from you. Her heart feels yours aching. Her thumb rubbing the back of your hands and you continue your words.

“I was waiting and waiting and waiting for everybody to come back, for Wanda to come back. The second I saw Natasha and Clint at the door, I knew that—” you pause and swallow the lump in the back of your throat.

“I knew that I had lost her. Natasha told me that Wanda sacrificed herself to defeat Thanos and his army.” with that, you can’t hold your tears back anymore. You break in tears, sobbing your grief out.

Wanda quickly pulls you into her embrace. “Oh, detka. I know how you feel. Grief, loss and death are so hard to accept. Trust me, I know.” you cry even more once you hear Wanda’s voice calling you with the same exact pet names your wife always calls you with.

You asked Wanda more about what happened in her universe and her life. Wanda tells you everything from her childhood, Vision and including what happened at Westview. You both end up talking about everything all night.

Listening to everything that Wanda tells you while seeing her emotions through her eyes touches your heart. Knowing that Wanda lost her parents and twin brother just like your Wanda did brings out all the sympathy you have. It convinces you that this Wanda right in front of you is not a villain. You know your wife would do the same thing that happened in Westview if it happens to her.

“So, you were saying that the Darkhold and Multiverse exist? And you are The Scarlet Witch? There is only one Scarlet Witch in the multiverse and it’s you? This is crazy. I always have a theory that the Multiverse exists. I have been doing research and trying to find it so I can find—”

“Your wife?” Wanda finishes your sentence as if she has the same thoughts as you.

“Yes.” you admit.

“That’s what I was doing. I was so lost and alone. I just want my boys back and live a happy life with them. Then I saw this universe, the boys and you. I–I wanted to see why this universe looked different, no Vision and I didn’t see me either. I meant no harm to you or the boys.” Wanda’s eyes get teary. This time you pull her to a hug to comfort her.

“I understand, Wanda.”

After all the talk at night, the connection between you feels stronger. You agreed to let Wanda come visit to see the boys and you. Wanda humbly accepts even though you requested her not to show up to the boys just yet until you are sure and feel safe around her. All Wanda can do right now is to understand your request and it’s her way to thank you for your thoughtful decision.

Day by day and weeks by weeks, the more you and Wanda spend time together, the stronger the connections between you two. Wanda starts to smile again, so do you.

The hearts know what they want, slowly you and wanda start to fall for each other. You are slowly convinced that it’s time to let Wanda and the boys meet. It melts your heart to see Wanda’s smile when you tell her your decision.

_____

Billy and Tommy sit together waiting for you after you tell them that you need to talk with them. They smile at you right after they see you walk into the living room.

“Mama, we are not in trouble, aren’t we?” Tommy asks anxiously. “No, no you are not, silly. I just have something to tell both of you.” Tommy smiles again in relief after hearing your answer.

“What is it, Ma? Are you okay?” Billy lets out her question with furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh, sweetheart, yes, I’m okay.” you answered in awe while Wanda watched everything discreetly under the invisible spell. Her heart races with excitement and nervous feelings at the same time.

“Well, Tommy, Billy, do you remember the theory that I always talk with you two about the Multiverse?” This time, it’s your turn pitching a question to them. You clear your throat as if it works to shrug off the nervous feelings you are having right now.

“Yeah, the one that you said you are trying to find?” Billy asks.

“Yes, darling. So, well, guess what? Multiverse exists!” You exclaimed excitedly.

“Really?? Wow! That was awesome!” The boys respond with such a thrill. The twins are always interested in what you are working on and sciences. Sometimes you bond with them in the lab and the three of you always have a good time together.

“Wait, so it means there are other variants of me, Tommy and you in the multiverse?” Billy curiously asks you.

You can’t hold back your happy chuckles. “Yes, there are variants of us and also Mommy.”

They both gasp at the same time. “Mommy? Did you see her in the other universe?” Tommy gets closer to you as he asks you.

“Yes, yes I did.” you answered with a smile. Bubbles of joy burst in Wanda’s heart. Warmth spreads in her seeing their positive response.

“Does she look like our mommy, mama? Does–” Billy couldn’t wait her turn to ask you.

“Do you think she knows us, Mama?” Tommy interrupts her twin brother.

“Does she love as much as our Mommy does? Can we see her?” Billy chimed in with more questions. The boys’ voices overlap each other.

“Boys, boys. Okay, okay. Calm down. Wow, you two are very curious, aren’t you?” you giggle. The Maximoff brothers nod their heads rapidly followed by more smiles.

“How about you ask her yourself?” You suggest the idea as you tap their nose gently. Wanda takes it as her cue to show up. Their mouths slightly opened in amazement as soon as they saw Wanda.

“Hello, Billy, Hello Tommy.” Wanda greets them in a shaky voice, as she tries to keep herself together, holding her tears and smiling at the same time. Wanda walks closer to them slowly, trying not to scare them away.

The boys get off the couch and walk quickly to Wanda.

“Whoa, you look like Mommy.” Tommy comments. “I am your mommy, from another universe.” her tears roll down and Wanda quickly wipes it right before she crouches down to their eye level. As hard as you are trying not to cry but this view of Wanda and the boys really gets you. Tears escape the brim of your eyes.

“Can–can we hug you?” Billy shyly asks.

“Of course! Come here.” Wanda cries in happiness and extends her arms welcoming them in her hug. Tommy and Billy hug her hesitant at first but melt into the embrace a few seconds later. Wanda pulled them closer, cherishing every second of it with every piece of her. Tears escaped her eyes as she cried in happiness quietly. She never thought she would ever feel happiness again. Never in her mind since Westfield that she would be able to hug the twins ever again.

Wanda mouthed a thank you to you and seeing how happy, grateful she is, really touches your soul. You could really see the difference compared to how she was the first time you saw her that night. Right now, you could see how she really is, a devoted mom and a gentle loving woman.

The boys pull themselves back a little from the back. “Wow, you look exactly like her.” Billy comments in amazement as his eyes examine Wanda’s resemblance.

“I love both of you as much as your mommy does.” Wanda explains as she wipes her cheeks, a little smile shows up under the wet trails of her tears.

“So, you have your own Tommy and me? Where are they?” Billy asks curiously. You know it’s a hard question for her to answer so you try to stop it by changing the topic. “Billy, Tommy, why don’t you both show mommy–uh I meant uh Wanda the new set of legos you are building. I’m sure she would love to spend time with you two while I’m making dinner for all of us.”

The four of you spend the rest of the evening together. Wanda even helps you to put them to bed. Everything went well. The boys and you bond with her so easily as if there has always been natural connections between all of you, as if she is your wife and the mother of your sons from this universe.

_____

Almost a year after, Wanda still keeps coming back and forth from 616 universe to yours or sometimes she stays some nights there. You and Wanda have been dating for a few months. Everything has been great, the boys and you are getting a lot more comfortable having Wanda around.

Just like Wanda always envisioned before, the three of them often bake together. She gets more involved with the household and all the activities that four of you can do. Showing her around and how everything out there in your universe. There are some adjustments that she has to do but she doesn’t mind it at all.

Sometimes Wanda even goes with you to pick the boys up from school or comes to their theater school play. You and Wanda love each other. It feels like you have known her forever and Wanda finally feels like she’s home, with you and the boys.

Today is your and the boys’ first Christmas morning together with Wanda and it is a big day. You, Billy and Tommy have something planned. A surprise for Wanda.

The four of you are sitting near the fireplace with matching pajamas. You and Wanda smile while watching the boys open their presents. Laughter and joy fill your house.

“Boys, are you ready?” you gave them the cue. They quickly nod and grab a bigger square shape wrapped gift.

“It’s for you, Wanda.” you smile and tell her. Wanda’s cheeks blush and she smiles right away, followed by a little excited chuckles. “Aw, you guys. You don’t have to get me a gift.” she responds.

Wanda opens her gift and smiles. “Aw, did you boys draw this? It’s both of you, mama and…your mommy? Oh all four of you are in front of the fireplace and Christmas tree. This is really cute!” She asks while she looks excited yet confused.

“Yeah, they drew it and I reprint and enlarged it.” you explain while gently rubbing her back. The boys interrupt her thoughts while she is admiring the drawing.

“It’s us with Mama and you.” Tommy and Billy race each other to tell you about the drawing.

Wanda quickly raises her head and looks at the three of you, one by one slowly. “What?” she asks softly, trying to make sure if she heard it right.

“Yeah, it’s four of us just like how we are now.” Tommy added.

“Can we call you Mommy?” Wanda gasps gently as soon as she hears Billy’s question. She is lost at words. Her lips are slightly open, happy tears start to fill up to the brim of her eyes. Before she can even answer, Tommy says another thing.

“Yeah, our Mommy.”

With that the happy tears flow freely. “Yes, I’m always your mommy. You are my boys. Of course you can call me mommy.” Wanda pulls both of them in a tight hug. She closes her eyes, thinking that this is the happiest moment in her life after years of sadness and loneliness.

Little does she know, another surprise is coming. Tommy and Billy slowly get themselves out of Wanda’s warm loving hug and stand up straight, clearing their thoughts as if they are getting ready to do something.

To her surprise, the twins start to sing a song they made specially for her. She is astonished as soon as she hears the words they sing, asking her to move and live with them and with you. The way they call her their mommy in a serenade makes her heart leap. Happiness fills her like sunshine. Wanda can’t stop smiling ear to ear.

As soon as they are done singing, you ask her.

“Wanda, we love you. Will you move here and have a beautiful life with us as one family?” you ask as you look into her eyes and hold both of her hands.

“Yes, mommy! Please! Please! Come live with us and Mama.” Tommy’s and Billy’s thrilled voices overlapped each other as they jumped around in exhilaration.

“That has been my dream since I met all of you here. Yes, of course!” Wanda extends her arms, inviting the three of you into a group hug as a one happy family.

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SERIES:

pretty in pink

Adopting a hybrid bunny girl becomes one of the best decisions you've ever made in your life. Despite the blurred lines that form in your relationship, you wouldn't trade anything in the world for your sweet angel that is Wanda Maximoff.

the excellence of misfortune

Moving into Westview to escape the demons that chase you, there you meet Wanda Maximoff, a married woman who's looking for the same kind of escapism. Where one seeks order and the other seeks thrill, maybe you can show each other a little neighbourly support, and perhaps, find the excellence of misfortune.

ONESHOTS:

spooky scary skeletons the one where you're ghostface and wanda maximoff is your next victim.

nsfw alphabet your sex life with your girlfriend, told through snapshots of the alphabet.

the pirate and the mermaid in the midst of a voyage, a notorious pirate stumbles upon a pretty little mermaid.

arabella as a writer, your love for wanda transcends the boundaries of words.

medicine after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed.

doctor's orders barbie!wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.

babysitter duty | pt.2 the mom of the kids you babysit is extremely hot.

kick a ball, score a hot mom wanda's sons have soccer practice, while she spends some time with their young and ridiculously good-looking coach in the equipment closet.

extra credit the one where professor maximoff promises you extra credit if you make her squirt, and you're a fast learner.

taunt the several times wanda scrunches her nose at you.

god, you're insatiable a formal work party gone wrong when wanda's co-workers get a little too close to you.

giddyup in which you wake up to your girlfriend riding on your abs.

boudoir photography the finals assignment where your top student submits her nudes.

heat waves omegaverse - the one where an omega wanda in heat goes to the bar to find some relief, and meets the alpha bartender.

study break in which straight A student wanda maximoff studies with the school's jock and jerk, you.

rockin' around the christmas tree in which "rockin'" is a euphemism for sex.

'tis the season to be horny making gingerbread houses with your horny girlfriend.

last christmas | pt.2 the one where you reunite with your toxic ex on christmas.

i'm (c)reaming of a white christmas when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow, certainly not...... this.

all i want for christmas is you (to fuck me] the only thing on wanda's wishlist is you.

slow hands | pt.2 college au where you had always thought wanda was out of your league, until that night at tony stark's party.

DRABBLES:

babygirl wanda

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babygirl model wanda

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SERIES:

home is where the heart is

In which your married life with Natasha Romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. With your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (And ultimately, very horny.)

my divine goddess

After saving a mystical cat from a deathly experience, you're hauled into the world of Gods and Goddesses with one wish to get whatever it is you desire. Turns out, all you crave is the Goddess of Lust, Natasha Romanoff. Steamy entanglements turn into love-filled confessions, but the two of you were star-crossed from the very start.

ONESHOTS:

mile high club on a plane ride to dubai for a romantic getaway, natasha takes matters into her own hands, and your cock into her own mouth. (oops?)

arsonist's lullabye natasha gets more attached than expected after a one-night-stand with the college's infamous player.

mechanic jacks and jacked mechanics natasha's car breaks down in the dead of the night, and an unbelievably sexy mechanic shows up to fix her right up.

let me fuck your tits? your wife thinks you've been acting a little off lately, but it comes down to the 'hard' truth that you just wanna fuck her tits.

i wanna be yours despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast... and gets a lot more than what she bargained for.

widow's web natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file by seducing a high-ranking executive goes a little too smoothly, and she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be.

break the rules when visiting the strip club downtown with your co-workers, you catch the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.

obsession, possesion! your roomate's an innocent little thing, the prettiest girl on campus, whose boobs you're a little too obsessed with.

office hours | pt.2 natasha romanoff is your new secretary, and she's ready to help you with your every need.

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natasha plays a prank

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ONESHOTS:

if god forbid (Peggy Carter x Gn!Reader) you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or at least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers.

the super soldier theory (Wandanat x Amab!Reader) being a supersoldier had its perks, like getting to fuck the black widow and scarlet witch on a mission.

DRABBLES:

subby!agatha

possesive wandanat

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The Purrfect Pair

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Black Cat!Hybrid!FemReader

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: AU, Soulmates, power dynamics, pet play, reader has powers, mentions of grief, fluff, use of honorifics: Mistress and Kitten

Summary: The Scarlet Witch has arrived which means her familiar must finally reunite with her.

Author's Note: Ahhh I'm so excited for this! I did a ton of research for this fic and I really like it. I intend for it to be a series as I would love to explore how Wanda and her Kitten get along and what trouble they get into!

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Darkness.

Nothingness.

An empty void.

You were asleep one minute, the next something flickered inside your brain. You woke up and stretched out, a little yawn leaving you; you had no idea how many thousands of years you had been asleep. You shook your sleepiness off, your black furry ears twitching in excitement.

Wanda Maximoff.

That was the name that filled your head. That was the person who you were to find.

Your owner was finally here, the one and only Scarlet Witch.

🐈‍⬛

Wanda exhaled, watching as her breath fogged up in the chilled mountain air. The tea cup she was holding kept her hands and the tip of her nose warm, and she sipped the sweet beverage with a hum.

After everything that happened in Westview, she had to get away from everything. Too much sadness has been filling her life, and now that she had the new status of being the Scarlet Witch? Well she had to learn how to deal with all the power and responsibility that held too.

It was a lot of stress, and what better place to deal with stress than a cottage in the mountains?

The woman had been spending her time finessing her powers and learning how to control it. She had help from Doctor Strange and Wong, the Sorcerer Supreme, which she was grateful for. She felt like she was finally getting a hang of herself. 

But there was a feeling she couldn't quite shake off.

There was something missing, a piece of her that she had to find.

Wanda was used to loss, having lost pretty much everyone important to her. This was different however. She didn't lose something, it was more like she had to reunite with someone.

As she was lost in thought, electricity filled the air. The witch broke out of her zone and looked up at the sky- it was still clear like normal- No sign of a storm. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and her red magic began sparking from her fingers unexpectedly.

What was happening?

As anxiety coursed through her, a bright light appeared a few feet in front of Wanda. Standing up, she watched with caution as the light dimmed away, revealing in its place a woman.

Everything about you was normal. You had on some comfortable clothes- a brown knitted sweater, jeans, boots. Your hair was styled out of your face and you had an excited smile on your face.

The thing that startled Wanda?

Your cat ears and long, fuzzy tail.

"Are you Wanda Maximoff?" Was the first thing out of your mouth.

"Depends- who are you?" Wanda asked, her hands twitching as her magic swirled around her fingers. You gave her your name and bowed, making Wanda quirk an eyebrow.

"I have been looking for you for so long, Mistress. I can't believe you're finally here."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The redhead dropped her hands now, but still stood on guard. This was very bizarre and she needed answers.

"You don't know who I am?" This time you were the one confused, your ears twitching and your head tilted slightly to one side. "Wanda, I'm your familiar."

"My– what? Can you please just explain what you're doing here? What do you mean, my 'familiar'?"

You approached the woman slowly. "You're the Scarlet Witch. Thousands of years ago I was bound to you as your companion for eternity. I was created to help you, guide you, and service you in whatever you need."

Wanda blinked slowly as she processed what you said. She knew that the myth of the Scarlet Witch was centuries of years old and that she had a lot of learning to do about it- well, herself- yet she had never heard of a familiar. But all her caution faded when she dove into your mind, searching for any kind of malicious intent.

All she found was your complete devotion and love for her.

It made something inside of the witch spark and she couldn't help but smile a bit. So this was why she was feeling so incomplete lately.

"Come here, sweetheart." Wanda spoke softly, a hand extended for you to take.

Her pet name for you made your belly flutter and your tail twitch happily. You happily took her hand and stepped closer, and Wanda gently cupped your face into her warm hands with a soft hum.

"Thank you for coming all this way to find me. Let me get you some tea and maybe a snack and you can tell me more about yourself?" Her thumbs caressed the apples of your cheeks as you gazed up at her with sparkly eyes. You simply nodded which made Wanda chuckle softly at how sweet you were.

She took your hand in one of hers, the other picking up her mug, and she led you inside her little cottage. You noticed how it was a little bare inside, only the necessities and a few cozy items. You couldn't help but frown at the thought of your mistress not having the very best of everything.

Wanda took you into the kitchen and took out another mug for you before pouring some tea into each mug.

"Don't worry about me, I don't mind being a bit minimalistic." Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment- how could you forget she could read minds??

"I– I'm sorry mistress, I hope I didn't offend." Your head tucked down. You heard Wanda's chuckle and then she was tilting your chin up to look her in the eyes.

"Don't apologize, kitten. I know that it isn't exactly homey in here. I never liked much clutter, but seeing that you'll be living here now I can conjure up some things for you."

"Live– I can live here? Really?" Your ears twitched as excitement came over you.

"Well of course, I can't let my little familiar live outside." She spoke with such conviction that you felt butterflies in your stomach. There was a little smirk on Wanda's lips and you knew that she knew how she was affecting you which just made you even more excited.

Soon Wanda was handing you a cup of chai and the two of you were sitting on her couch. "When you came here it was like you entered through a portal. I'm guessing you have powers too?" She asked as she set her tea on the table in front of her. You took a sip of the sweet liquid then nodded, licking your lips.

"I do, I'm not a witch though. I can teleport, shapeshift, I can also turn invisible. Not being human means I am also stronger than normal. And since I am bound to you, I can feel what you feel." You explained and Wanda quirked a brow.

"What can you shapeshift into?" You grinned and set your own cup down before closing your eyes, and a second later you were changed into a little black cat. Wanda giggled as you headbutted her hand, giving you little scritches behind your ear. You licked her hand before sitting back and changing into your human form again.

"I can also hide my ears and tail, but I don't like to do that unless I'll be around humans."

"I don't blame you, your ears and tail are very cute." Her words made you grin proudly, the two of you continued to chat and you finished your tea.

🐈‍⬛

The rest of the day was filled with you helping Wanda around the cottage and outside. Thanks to your strength you chopped up maybe too much wood to build a fire. Not that Wanda minded- she loved how cute and eager to please you were. And you used your teleportation to pop into a market and get some food and other necessities.

Wanda was already loving having you around. Thanks to the bond the two of you had, you had an instant connection and it felt like you two had known each other all your lives. Plus living in the mountains often got lonely- and while she had gotten used to solitude, being a lone wolf wasn't something she wanted forever.

She wanted a forever partner, someone to share her life with. And maybe with you, she was getting a second chance at that.

"Mistress, may I lay with you?" Your sweet voice shook Wanda out of her thoughts. She smiled when she noticed you were done building the fire and she nodded, patting the cushion next to her.

"Yes, Kitten, come here." At her approval you quickly made your way over and laid on the couch next to her, your head in her lap. Her slim fingers ran over your hair, stroking it. She could hear soft purrs coming from you and it made her heart bloom with affection.

"I am so glad I found you today, Mistress. I've missed you." You spoke softly, a small pout on your lips. It was hard living without her for as long as you did, but it was all worth it to lay in her lap like you were now.

"I'm glad too, Kitten. I promise I'm here now, and you won't be lonely ever again." Her words were just as soft as yours as she leaned down to kiss your forehead. You closed your eyes, the excitement of the day wearing you out.

Wanda flicked her wrist, her powers grabbing a blanket from her- your- bedroom and laid it over the both of you.

Her own words echoed in her mind: You won't be lonely ever again. And Wanda couldn't help but think that maybe it was true for herself as well.

#Wanda Maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x poc!reader #wanda maximoff x woc!reader #my writing #au: the purrfect pair

[ginnsbaker]

In Losing Grip On Sinking Ships (1/?)

Summary: Sequel to In Flames I Sleep Soundly; After the divorce, Wanda refuses to give you up. 

Chapter word count: 5k+

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Masturbation

Author’s Note: So... this AU wouldn’t leave me. For my new readers, you don’t have to read the first installment . This can be read as a standalone. Title is based on lyrics of “This Love” by Taylor Swift

AO3 | Masterlist

Taglist: @blackluthxr | @esposadejoyhuerta​

Next Chapter: Two

One

It’s not a god damn funeral, Wanda thinks as she stares at her black outfit.

With a huff, she makes the quick decision to reach for the zipper near the curve of where her spine becomes her head, and then pulls it down so hastily it gets out of track and refuses to budge further than her waist.

Shit, Wanda curses under her breath, wiggling her arms from its sleeves, which isn’t exactly difficult given her recent weight loss. At first she tries to shimmy her body out of the dress, but she only succeeds in getting stuck further and sweating under her pits. Unfortunately the weight loss didn’t happen around her middle, and she also couldn’t get it to move upwards and over her head. The options are to either fix the zipper or destroy the dress. Wanda picks the latter.

Grabbing a pair of scissors, she starts to frantically cut through the silky material. Her heart races as she terrorizes the dress with fervor–grunting Sokovian words she’s surprised she still remembers–until the dress pools at her feet in tatters. Wanda feels her energy depleted after, and she crawls on the bed to lie face down, on her stomach. 

To some degree, her recent outbursts are gradually becoming a concern, especially since she’s back in her old Manhattan neighborhood. The smallest, most insignificant things tick her off, and a densely populated city like New York is filled with them.

Like last week, when she was shopping at Trader Joe’s, and someone kept hitting her backside with their cart while waiting at the counter. 

“I swear to god, if you don’t lay the fuck off–” Wanda’s ears burned when she looked over her shoulder and saw a frail, old woman who looked like she didn't have many years left in her. 

“I’m sorry.” Wanda croaked out and then pressed her lips in a straight hard line. 

“Oh, it’s alright. We all have bad days. But sweetheart,” The old woman warmly smiled at her and then leaned closer as if to share a secret. “You need to get laid.” She added like she’s giving some age-old, archaic advice. 

Wanda’s smile in return was pasty, and she hurried to remove almost half of the stuff(not without receiving a dirty look from an employee who had to put them all back) in her basket so she could leave the counter as soon as possible. 

The mysterious universe had a dark sense of humor. It was sex that brought her to this manic-depressive, freak-out-at-a-grocery-store behavior, and to be told by a stranger that she needed more of it was just the icing on top of this tremendous fuckery of a year she’s had. 

Wanda turns on her back and closes her eyes for a minute. She doesn’t even know why she’s wasted an hour of choosing what to wear for the day she gets legally separated from you. And yet she couldn’t help but give an extra effort to look good for you. All she knows is the days she gets to see you are rare. She can count on one hand the times you’ve met since that fateful lunch at the diner back in Westview. She needs to look her best in these opportunities. 

She needs to look her best, and hopes you’d notice.

Glancing back at her wide-open wardrobe, that’s when she spots it. Hiding in the furthermost end of her rack, is a decade-old sundress she’s kept all this time. 

The memory rises unbidden to her mind, before she could stop it. 

It was the dress she wore on her first date with you. She recalls picking it specifically because it’s green. She wanted it to match her eyes–your favorite part of her body. It made you gape. It made you go almost stupid with want, forgetting the way to the restaurant where you made reservations because you wouldn’t stop staring at her. 

By the end of that night though, the dress was lost somewhere along the trip from the door to the bedroom.

“Aren’t we moving too fast?” You whispered against her swollen lips, breaking the kiss while your hands roamed all over her shaking frame. Wanda merely moaned and put her lips to your neck, kissing every inch of available skin to her. 

You’ve known each other for years. It didn’t feel like you were moving too fast. Rather, it was a culmination of sorts–seemingly platonic hugs that lasted just a tad longer than they should, the way your eyes always found each other in a crowded room, kisses on the cheek that came too close to the mouth. And not to mention, the other people you’ve both dated in those times of being more than friends but less than lovers. 

The pace was actually agonizingly slow. A slow burn that had put all other slow burns to shame.

You directed Wanda back to your mouth and the kiss that ignited again is its own kind of sex. God, she never really understood the fuzz about making out because her sexual experiences in the past didn’t really pay much attention to foreplay. For a while, she was simply content with the sliding of lips and tongues. But then you dropped to the floor and began pulling down her soaked thong, while your dilated eyes never left hers.

Wanda’s breath hitched at seeing you fall to your knees and gaze at her with incomparable reverence. How could you worship her when you yourself were so achingly beautiful?

She needed you to touch her soon or she’d go crazy. “Please.”

Her panties only made it past one ankle before you dove in to taste her for the first time. 

Wanda of the present comes at the ghost sensation of your tongue against her throbbing clit. In truth, it’s just her fingers that brought her to climax while she kneels at the center of her bed, her ruined underwear down past her thighs. She bucks her hips a couple of more times before falling back to the mattress, spent. 

That old lady was right. An orgasm does help.

-

The divorce is final. 

Today, she signed away any legal right she has as your partner. As for everyone else in the meeting room, it’s just another ordinary day to dissolve a marriage.

Wanda’s wearing the sundress that sort of accidentally gave her release this morning. You keep looking at her, no wonder trying to figure out why the dress looks so familiar. And Wanda can’t look at you straight in the eye without blushing. 

You came in with your ever reliable back-up: Natasha. Now that you’re no longer married to her, Wanda’s insecurities about the true nature of your relationship with Natasha has come up to the surface. The way Natasha would pat your back and ask you if you’re alright. The way she’d ask you if you’d like something to drink. The way she also knows you take your coffee black with three teaspoons of brown sugar.

The way she’s just always there. 

It annoys her enough that you said Natasha was your person, because then what was she to you? The title of soulmate triumphs over wife, and Wanda wants to be both. She wants all the titles. 

Well, maybe not all. She definitely doesn’t want to be called your ex-wife. But she’ll accept the reality for your sake. She wasn’t lying when she’d said she’ll give you everything you want, even if it puts her on the sidelines.

“Hey, do you want to get coffee?” Wanda breaks the spell of silence that lasted some five minutes when your lawyers and Natasha left the room to give you two a moment. 

She immediately wants to take back her words when you look at her  incredulously like she had grown another head on her lithe, sagged shoulders. 

“Seriously?” you say, and spitefully chuckle. 

Wanda says nothing, just resorts to quietly admiring you in a skirt suit she’s never seen you wear before. In the short time you’ve both been separated, she’s noticed little changes of yours that makes her homesick for you. You will wear new clothes and shoes, get a new haircut, try a new hobby, walk a certain way, and then all these changes will pile up until you become this inconceivable stranger. Still beautiful–but a stranger nonetheless. She knows the consequences of her actions are harder on you, but maybe, just maybe, it’s equally hard for her too. 

“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” you sigh, despondent. “Maybe for you it’s not, but today is the worst day of my life, Wanda. Or second. Or third. I don’t know. There’s so many of them recently, but this is definitely in the top three. I just want to be alone.” 

Wanda will never get used to the way you’re now just either angry or tired of dealing with her. She’s afraid to reassess the odds of getting you back and finding out it’s worse than zero. 

“Right,” Wanda says, looking down at her feet. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

You hum in response.

“It is, you know?” Wanda says.

You shoot her a quizzical look. 

“It’s hard for me too,” Wanda clarifies. “I spent all morning picking out what to wear and getting all dolled-up, in desperate hopes you’d–you’d change your mind at the last minute.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel bad, or–”

“No,” Wanda cuts in in panic. Somehow she keeps saying the wrong things. “It’s hard for me. Because it’s the end for our marriage when all I want is to be with you right now.”

You avert your gaze and nod solemnly at her as if you understood. 

Do you?

Do you, perhaps, feel the same way? Or is she the only one still in love?

“I’m sorry for being a jerk,” you say, eyes downcast still refusing to meet her eyes. “I know it’s unfair for me to act like I’m the only one who’s hurting. I just–I’m tired of being angry and sad and lost all the time. And it doesn’t exactly help when you’re around. For once, I want to feel something else and I need to be alone to figure it out.”

I want to move on from you, is what Wanda thinks you really want to say and her eyes well up. This time, she prays you don’t glance her way. She might just break down right in front of you if you do. She’s never known this kind of desolation. And she only has herself to blame. 

For once, she’s thankful for Natasha’s presence when she interrupts the moment, asking if you’re ready to leave.

“I am.” you tell Natasha. You get up and round the long table to approach Wanda. She could no longer stop the tears from falling when she felt you place your hand softly on her shoulder. The touch is so featherlight, it may as well just be her imagination. 

“Thank you for giving me the best years of my life. Goodbye, Wanda.”

The pain that racks her entire body causes her to visibly shake. She has no idea how she’s still alive at this point. Not for the first time, she desperately wishes for a do-over. But the clock only moves forward, and it’s still moving to take you away. 

Maybe time will also be the one to bring you back someday.

-

Two Months Later

Wanda hasn’t seen you since the divorce. Not once. Nor has she heard from you at all. While you didn’t downright reject her when she had told you that she’d try to get you back, her unanswered texts and unreturned calls should be more than enough to tell her otherwise. 

Her only consolation is that you haven’t blocked her number yet. A few days after she last saw you, she texted to remind you to pick up the last of your things she has in possession. Natasha showed up at her door the very next morning, which confirms you still get her texts. The items are inconsequential in nature, but Wanda had the hardest time putting them in a box. 

She spent an unnecessary amount of time arranging your hardbound books alphabetically (“It’s just not the same, but a Kindle user would never understand.” you’d explain to her whenever you’d shop for more) and cleaning each protector of your small collection of Funko toys (“A dozen more of those and you won’t have space left in your side of the cabinet. What does that leave you with?” Wanda would reprimand you after seeing a shopping bag full of them in the trunk of the car. “Happiness.” you’d reply with a sheepish grin).

She smiled contritely after she had sealed the package; how ironic that she terribly missed the things about you she’s the least fond of. It’s as if the grieving doesn’t have an end. And if she had known you’d send Natasha to retrieve them, she wouldn’t have given them away. She wanted to keep them–wants to keep more of you as much as possible. Wanda wouldn’t call herself a masochist though. Not really. 

Because it’s not over yet. It will take as long as it needs to, and it won’t matter. Patience is her utmost virtue. 

And Wanda believes you feel the same, because there are midnights where her phone would ring from an unknown number. She’d answer and listen to shaky, shallow breaths for a minute before the person on the other line ends the call. It couldn’t be anyone else but you, could it? These moments are always hazy, however, muddled by wine and prescription pills. But Wanda swears they happen. 

The days aren’t so bleak when she pretends she’s still your wife, and you’re just in some faraway place–like a soldier that has gone to war, she’s left to count the days until she’s in your arms again. She goes about her routine as she’s always done when the two of you were still together; go for a run in the mornings, have eggs and toast for breakfast, and then walk Sparky in the afternoon. Her evenings, excruciating and long, are the loneliest hours. Sleep won’t come easy to her, if it comes at all. Her heart mostly breaks as well for Sparky, who still waits by the door around the time you used to arrive home from work. He’d patiently wait there until Wanda would call for him, or fall asleep in the exact same spot. And it’s not like she can talk to him and explain why you won’t come home. All Wanda can do is wait for Sparky to forget this learned behavior or forget you.

So, for the past two months, she’s been taking it one day at a time. It’s now the only way she knows how to survive. It’s working so far, she muses, as she stands before the proof of it while carrying Sparky under her arm, right in the middle of a quiet street in Queens. 

Wanda had loaned the capital for the business right after the divorce papers were signed, and when she got the alimony from it, it was more than enough to pay back the loan in full and still for some change.

She wanted to create something out of what she had destroyed. 

And that’s how the borough’s first Sokovian café came to be. Or at least will come to be when the renovations are finally completed. She can’t see much through the scaffolding that is still in place, but she can make out what it would look like once it’s officially open to the public.

Her contractor and fellow Sokovian migrant, Mr. Jacobs spots her from where he is installing the signage. “Ms. Maximoff!”

Wanda smiles up at him, brushing her bangs away from her sight. The haircut is recent and she kind of regrets it. “Is everything okay around here?”

“I believe so. There’s still some electrical stuff to finish, but I’m confident we’ll be done before your opening.” he tells Wanda.

Sparky starts squirming against Wanda’s hold. “Is it okay to come inside or should I come back another day?” Wanda asks.

“Of course. I had my boys clear out the area and install the A/C last night, so you should be comfortable.”

Perfect. She’s yet to test out the oven she ordered, and there are some new recipes she’d like to try. 

“And Ms. Maximoff?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t worry, this place is going to do great. They’re gonna love you and our culture.”

A feeling of warmth spreads through Wanda’s chest. “Thank you, Mr. Jacobs.” He gives her a salute before going back to work.

Wanda’s not ready for the emotion that consumes her when she steps inside her new café. She puts Sparky down on the hardwood flooring, and his nose immediately gets to work, sniffing every corner of the room he could find–which isn’t all that long to cover for a regular-sized Jack Russell Terrier like him. The rented space is relatively small, so Wanda had to be smart with its interior design; a long bench stretches from the open kitchen and counter to about two feet from the entrance, spanning two round dining tables that could sit two people at a time; by the window wall facing the street, is a high top table with two chairs. At most, three staff(including her) could fit in the open kitchen, along with a single espresso machine and a wall oven. All in all, the café can accommodate about six customers dining in at a time, which is why she’s hoping she’d do better with take-outs. 

Wanda did all the decorations herself, top to bottom. The floral ceilings are a combination of autumn colors–your favorite season–and pendant lights subtly drop from them to emit a faint, yellow glow. The polished concrete wall of the dining area gives it an industrial vibe, while red brick tiles clad the panels of the kitchen area. For the finishing touches, Wanda decided to place a variety of potted plants in every corner of the room. 

Standing at the center of it all, Wanda feels a sense of pride and fulfillment–something that seemed implausible to her just a few months before.

"Best coffee in the world. Maybe you should start a café business." You’d joke sometimes whenever she makes you coffee in the morning.

A shadow passes over her eyes as she looks out the window. Needless to say, there’s only one thing missing in it. The person she wants next to her when all her dreams come true.

You.

–

Pietro finishes a whole batch of white chocolate macadamia cookies by himself. Wanda’s twin brother flew in last weekend, a rare occurrence since she only sees him once a year at most. He’d be home in the holidays for dinner, and be gone the following day. He lives with a suitcase, and never stays in a city for longer than two weeks. Wanda wasn’t expecting he’d visit her after she broke the news of her divorce, knowing he had gone through the same ordeal twice already without fuss. Apparently, it’s a run-of-the-mill life event for her brother, and it almost did not make it to their bimonthly check-in calls. 

“You’re gonna have to pay me for those.” Wanda tells him. She’s crouched on the floor, feeding Sparky strips of dried meat as she takes a break between baking and practicing her Youtube-acquired skill of Latte Art.

“I thought it’s a welcome home gift.” Pietro says, licking off the crumbs from his fingers. With the bleach in his hair extending to his medium stubbles, their resemblance is close to nonexistent. 

“You earn ten times more than I do in a year.”

“So? What is family for if not free food?”

“It’s $52 dollars.” Wanda says.

Pietro hands her a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change.”

Wanda smirks at him, pocketing the money in her apron. “I intended to.” She passes him a napkin, and gestures at his chin. He waves her off in a pompous manner, and instead, goes to the back of the shop to clean himself up. She didn’t think it’s possible to both know and not know someone at the same time. To look at them and see who they are versus who you think they’re supposed to be. In terms of money and status, he is miles ahead of Wanda, but perhaps at the cost of being unable to find the brother she shared her childhood with in Sokovia. Wanda’s not sure if he still exists beneath the layers of branded suits and expensive perfumes, she just knows she misses him terribly. 

“Second Chances,” Pietro proclaims as he returns a minute later, waving his hands wildly with an imitation of a fanfare. “A little corny if you ask me.”

“Well, I’m not asking you,” Wanda contends and then proceeds to scrub the empty tray that Pietro left in the wake of his cookie binge. “It’s a good name. People can interpret it however they want.”

“And you? What was on your mind when you came up with it?”

Wanda doesn’t answer that. 

“So,” Pietro jumps into a sitting position on the counter and lets his legs dangle from its edge. 

“How’s the quarter-life crisis, sis?”

Wanda cocks an eyebrow and gives him a once over. “Better than yours. All things considered.” 

Sparky comes up to him and stands on his hind legs to snuffle at his shiny loafers. 

“Touché,” Pietro laughs good-naturedly and crosses his legs to avoid the dog’s attention. “It’s weird though, seeing you get into this kind of thing.”

“What do you mean?” Wanda asks.

“You’re not a salesperson, Wands. Remember your girl scout days? Dad would buy all your cookies because you can’t sell for shit.”

Wanda snorts noisily through her nose. “Mom can’t bake for shit.” She notices the smile fall from his lips at the offhand jab at her brother’s favored parent. 

Wanda sighs. When she does get glimpses of the old Pietro, it’s mostly through negative triggers. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” Wanda starts to apologize but Pietro quickly changes the subject without a preamble.

“You’re really not going to talk about it?” 

“About what?”

“Playing dumb isn’t a good look on you.”

Wanda suddenly drops the tray on the sink, the violent sound of metal hitting metal giving both of them a minor headache. She pauses to think, and then says, “How about you just ask me straight instead of skirting around the topic of she-who-must-not-be-named?”

“Okay,” Pietro says in an annoyingly placid tone. “What were you thinking, cheating on Y/N?”

Wanda swallows dryly. She did ask him to be blunt.

“I wasn’t. There’s… I don’t know how to explain it. There’s this missing gap, and I acted to fill that gap.” 

“Was it something that’s missing in your relationship?” Pietro asks and props his cheek on his palm. The question is so familiar to her because she’s asked it herself countless times, the day she kissed Vision for the first time. There wasn’t an epiphany nor were there pieces falling into place when she had slept with him. And when she thought she loved him, it wasn’t because she thought she loved you any less. She came to the conclusion, not too long ago, that perhaps there’s just something rotten inside of her that she simply wasn’t aware of. 

Wanda shakes her head, weary at making sense of herself and her decision to risk everything she’s built with you for something as cheap as a fling. “None of this was her fault. Her only mistake was falling for someone who’s way beneath her.”

“I always thought she’s too good for you, no offense.”

Wanda’s smile is brittle as she recalls how Pietro’s toast at the wedding started with that exact sentence, word-for-word. You had squeezed Wanda’s clammy hand as you listened to Pietro rant about Wanda, and jokingly express his regret that you married the lesser twin. Wanda apologized for his tactlessness, and you responded with a kiss to her cheek, telling her how wrong he was, how you were only good and she made you better. 

“I’m sorry, Wands,” Pietro tells her earnestly. “I can’t say I’ve been through the same thing even with two divorces under my belt. I don’t think I’ve ever been in love with someone the way you both were with each other–or at least, the way she was in love with you.”

“Thanks, but that's not necessary. I’m going to fix it.” she says. 

It stings–the implication that Wanda was incapable of matching your love for her. But it only stings because it’s the truth. You deserve to be happy and she failed.  And yet, she also can’t survive the thought of you getting the happiness you deserve from someone else. After all this time, her selfishness hasn’t been tamed. 

Which is why Pietro’s next words hit her right in the gut. “Divorce can’t be fixed. Hell, it’s the only resolution for a terminal relationship. And hasn’t it crossed your mind that perhaps, she’s already met someone else?”

Wanda gives up on her search for the rolling pin. She cracks some eggs in a bowl and starts to furiously whisk by hand.

Maybe she’s an awful person for assuming you won’t be able to move on from her that easily. 

But that’s just how she sees it. 

“No.” she says.

“What makes you so sure?”

“I know her, Piet.”

Pietro starts clapping in slow, steady beats. “She divorces you and you’re still so smug about how she’s so crazy about you.” he says. 

“If you’ve ever felt loved by someone like her, you’d understand.”

Pietro ignores his sister’s underhanded attempt to hurt him back. He came to terms with the reality ages ago, that he’s probably not one of the lucky ones who will get to experience the kind love that Wanda boasts about with you. Maybe he had it once, not necessarily in a romantic sense. But when he thinks of love–real love–he thinks of no one but their estranged mother. 

“Or maybe,” He jumps off the counter to retrieve his coat hanging from one of the dining chairs.  “Love goes away eventually.”

“Not ours.”

Pietro couldn’t help the maniac laughter that escapes his throat. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Do you know how pathetic you sound?”

Wanda purses her lips, continues whisking. 

“Okay, how about this. If you really love her, then you’d at least want her to be happy, even if it’s not with you.” Pietro tries to reason. 

“Oh, so you’re suddenly an expert on the topic.”

“I’m a dick, not an asshole. And yes, there’s a difference.”

Wanda keeps working the whisk like a madwoman. Large amounts of bubbles are forming in the emulsion, and overbeating the egg mixture is definitely not in the recipe.

Pietro continues, “Yeah, I’m a cheater, same as you are–”

“Don’t you dare–” Wanda suddenly tosses the whisk on the worktop, a glint of something dangerous in her green eyes. 

“Let me finish,” Pietro appeases lightly. “I’m a cheater. I cheated on my ex-wives. But when I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself as some anti-hero who has the potential to be an actual hero and become the person they deserve to be with. Because I’ll never be that guy.”

“We’re not the same. We share a birthday, but that’s where the similarities end.”

“We share the same DNA, Wanda,” Pietro smiles through his frustration. Excessive stubbornness–another quality innate to Maximoffs. “But that’s not the point. You know she’d be better off without you. As cliché as it sounds, the only way you can actually show her you love her is by letting her go–completely.”

The shuddering sigh that escapes her is immediately followed by erratic sobs that go out of control fast. Pietro is right there in an instant, an arm thrown over her shoulder as her whole body jerks, rasping for air. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.” he murmurs into her crown. “You’ll be okay, Wands. I promise…you’ll be okay.”

“Will you be okay if I leave you here? I have to meet someone in a few.” 

Wanda heard you say in earnest. She lost herself for a while, stunned by the kindest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. The day flew by so quickly in your company, she hadn’t realized it was time to go. And to think that she almost skipped freshman orientation because going to New York University wasn’t exactly the plan. Columbia was–where her boyfriend was a junior. 

Her boyfriend, who she forgot texted her an hour ago asking if she was ready to go, and hadn’t heard back from her.

“Y-Yeah, my boyfriend is on the way to pick me up.” she mumbled, distracted by the glow of the sunset forming a halo around your head. You were beautiful in a way that was not entirely evident at first. Wanda was curious if anybody else had made the same discovery.

“It was nice meeting you, Wanda.”

“Likewise, Y/N.” she smiled like she’d been doing all day with you, and so frequently, that the muscles on her face were beginning to hurt a little. 

The smile you returned her way was glorious, but in a flash you were already walking away. Wanda couldn’t describe the way she fervently despised watching you go, especially without your number on her phone and no means to contact you in the future.  

“Y/N?” Wanda called out. Her heart seemed to swell and swing against her rib cage. 

“Yes?”

“Do you, maybe, want to hang out sometime?”

And the kindest eyes that ever looked at her gave the answer. 

Pietro leaves shortly after the tremors subside and her breathing returns to normal. The panic attacks aren’t that frequent, but she does get them now from time-to-time. They started right after the night you gave Wanda your wedding ring. 

With her brother gone, Wanda is left to wonder if you’ve met someone. She is left to wonder if you’re no longer miserable like she is, if you’ve taken considerable strides in moving on with your life. She tries calling you. Not to talk, but just to check if you still haven’t blocked her number. After several rings, you don’t pick up as expected. Not a setback. Not a progress either. She pretends you’re asleep or in the shower. She pretends you mean to call her back, but forgets to. 

And if a confirmation of not being blocked is all she gets, she’ll take it.

She’ll take what you can give even if it’s nothing.

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four - Vision, Darling

BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader

summary: It's crazy who you meet at the grocery store. Y/N is utterly confused but, luckily, Bucky is always there to help.

a/n: Sorry for the late update! I hope it's worth it, though. I think I fell in love with Bucky a little more while writing this chapter (don't think that's possible, but here we are). I would really appreciate some feedback, reactions, whatever you're willing to give me 💕

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word count: 5.8k

chapter warnings: really angsty (I'm sorry), so much pining, super soft Bucky, and fluuuuuff

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Y/N huffed as she passed the cereal aisles of the grocery store. They even had Sokovian stuff on the shelves. She couldn’t really blame Wanda. Hell, if Y/N were to create a town to her desires it would be stacked with those Russian snacks Natasha always snuck her into the compound. She grabbed one of the cereal boxes with the cartoon dog on it and pushed her cart further. Then she roamed through the produce section, grabbing a few plums - Bucky liked plums - so she bagged a few of those as well. She grinned to herself when she imagined the ways his eyes lit up at the purple fruits in the kitchen and it warmed her heart, knowing that she would be bringing him that joy for the week. Once Y/N was finished with her daily daydreaming, she analyzed the watermelons. That was when a chipper voice piqued her interest over by the nuts. 

She looked up, catching a redhead of hair dipping down behind the aisle. That voice sounded an awful lot like Wanda. She looked at the spot for a second longer, but when nothing happened, Y/N continued her fruit inspection. The laugh echoed again. This time answering something she couldn’t quite catch. 

Y/N’s heart began to hammer in her chest. It must’ve been Wanda - she was ought to cross her path eventually, right? After all, that was part of the reason she came here. But somehow, meeting her now, gave her sweaty hands and short breath. Then the voice sounded again and when Y/N turned her head to the source this time, she could clearly see her friend’s profile smiling in the distance. 

She could just leave. Wanda hadn’t seen her yet. A look at the entrance. She could just leave everything here and bolt. A look at Wanda again. Why was she so nervous about this? It was Wanda after all. Her loving, funny, caring friend Wanda. Y/N’d never been scared of her before. She had respect, sure - she wasn’t stupid. Y/N knew damn well how powerful the woman was. She had seen it with her own eyes, but she had never been scared. So what held her from running into her arms? Y/N didn’t know. And because of that she decided that there was no valid reason to avoid the unavoidable. She left the cart by the watermelons and walked towards the nut aisle.

“Wanda?” Her voice was still a little shaky, and she was not nearly close enough for Wanda to hear.

“Wanda!” That caught her attention. 

“Y/N?” The redhead turned around with a surprised look, her smile bright - beaming. 

“Wanda, oh my God!” Y/N closed the gap between them with open arms, pushing through it, she told herself. It would all be like it always was, she just had to get to that point. And it actually did. As soon as Y/N’s nose was buried in that red hair everything calmed down inside her. It was still Wanda - her Wanda, whom she had missed so dearly. Y/N smiled into her friend’s shoulder, her arms pressing Wanda a little deeper into herself.

“Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever!” Wanda squeezed her shoulders one more time and then she pulled back and held her at an arm’s length. She looked at her, the twinkle of a mystery settling in her orbs.

“Yeah- I... I missed you,” Y/N confessed. It felt good to finally get it off her chest. Y/N hadn’t noticed it before, but all this time she had spent in her apartment, she had talked to nobody but the mailman and that one neighbor who always complained. Sometimes a cashier but never a friend. Well, not until she had called Bucky, but the excitement his voice started in her body didn’t leave much room for relief. Y/N was still smiling, the muscles of her face aching with the way she exhausted them. She had Wanda again. Her friend Wanda.

The redhead shook her head with an equally painful smile. “How come you moved here, too?”

“I actually-“ But before Y/N could finish, she was pulled back into a tight hug once again.

“Oh, It’s so nice to see you again.” It was nice to see her again, but they’d already established that.

“Wanda.”

“Yes, dear?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m welcoming you into Westview.” Suddenly, that smile didn’t seem so genuine and happy anymore.

Uneasiness spread in Y/N’s chest when she peeled herself out of Wanda’s arms. “You know what I mean.”

Her eyes were empty, though her face looked lost and confused. Like a robot, who didn’t understand a question. And that's exactly how she acted, too. Her responses were almost mechanical. Y/N wasn’t talking to Wanda, which she was sure of.

“Why don’t you come to dinner at my house sometime?”

“Wanda, what happened?”

“Oh my, I forgot! You can bring your husband too, of course.” Goosebumps - that was all she felt.

“My husband? Wanda...” She grew frustrated at the constant dodging. “What happened here?”

“Oh, it’s gonna be great! We can play charades and-“

“Enough with the dinner plans!” Y/N stepped back with heaving breaths. “Tell me what’s going on.”

The redhead’s face stayed unbothered until another voice reached her ears. “Wanda, darling? Are you alright?”

“Vision, sweetheart. Look who’s here!”

“Vision?” A tall, blonde man approached the two women with two long steps. But Y/N couldn’t quite connect the dots.

“In the... flesh.” A sheepish smile interrupted his speech. “It’s so nice to finally have you visit, Y/N.” Vision was here. Well, not really. Something resembling him was. He had his voice, and his face did look like that of the android created by Tony Stark. The man was standing in front of her and as he pulled her into a hug, Y/N could feel every ridge of his body. Real - tangible. Her heartbeat matched the bass of an EDM concert. Vision was alive. Vision shouldn’t be alive. Wanda, what did you do? 

A glance over the man’s shoulder showed Wanda with her hands clutched together, a warm and bright smile on her face accompanied by the sparkle in her eyes. Y/N’s thoughts were racing. A hundred questions blurring together in one giant cloud of uneasiness, but the one question that triumphed them all was simply that: What the actual fuck?!

Get. the fuck. out. That was all she heard drumming through her skull when the store ceiling seemed to collapse on her body. Y/N was running to the car faster than she ever thought possible. She had not given Wanda an explanation. She had not given Vision an explanation either. Fucking Vision. He was alive. Very much so. Even more alive than he had ever been in fact. He was human. Vision was human and he was alive. Holy shit. 

The driver’s door shut with a loud bang when that thought settled in. Y/N’s hands were shaking when she grabbed the steering wheel. She tried to take even breaths in to calm down a little bit, but there was no use. The sunlight heating up the car made it unbearable and the people hastily pushing their shopping carts in front of actual cars made the walls seem to cave in. She needed to get away. Somewhere - anywhere away from all these people. All these crazy normal people living in this fucked up town. Sweat ran down her neck when Y/n floored the gas pedal once she entered the main road. She was definitely going past the speed limit, but she could honestly not care less right now. Her thoughts still exceeded the speedometer behind her stiff fingers and the houses and trees outside the car blurred in green and grey stripes in her peripheral.

Tires screeched on the streets when people dodged her running red lights and it was honestly a miracle that she had not hit anyone yet. She didn’t know where she was going nor what she would be doing once she got there, but something within her chest told her that it was the right way. She was far away from Wanda and Vision by now. Thanks, god. That was the most important part. Another loud horn blew through to her ears when she passed yet another crossroad without as much as a look over to the passenger side. She just couldn’t do that right now. Her body was heavily exhausted with the ground motions of driving as it lead her through the suburban neighborhoods, her head exploding in anxiety. Her brain felt like bursting right about now. Y/N had to stop. She had to. There was no way fate would grant her any more time without injuries but her foot wouldn‘t stop pressing on the accelerator. She didn’t tell it to, either.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and neck, making their way to the collar of her t-shirt and creating a dark rim. She couldn’t see clearly anymore, that was thanks to the rapid breathing. And the ringing in her ears echoed through her skull as if she was standing right under a giant church bell. She began full-on crying now. Her eyes squeezed shut with a shaky breath and then, the car stopped. She was home. Not home home, no. She was in the driveway of the blue house with the white windows and the flawless flowers in the backyard. And for a second, her anxiety seemed to subside. 

Bucky. She had gone to Bucky. Home to Bucky.

Y/N slammed the door shut once she had stumbled out of the car. She burst through the entrance and then she stood there, in the big hallway, looking through the rooms to find him, to get that sense of comfort and-

“You’re back already? I thought-“ Bucky stopped in his tracks once he saw her. His face fell at the sight of her smeared makeup and the look of pure horror in her eyes. 

“Bucky-“ she sobbed and her body began to shake again. It didn’t get better. She thought it would get better once she was home with him but it didn’t. Her breaths were shaky as each one drew in and out before actually delivering any oxygen to her body and then the dizziness settled in again.

Y/N didn't know when and where but within seconds Bucky was in front of her, guiding her gently to the ground as her legs gave out beneath the weight of her body. He knelt down in front of her and cradled her face in his hands. Big blue eyes looked into hers with fear. Y/N’s shoulder heaved from her rapid breathing, her throat was hurting from the harsh airflow and her head became woozy. She was slipping away.

“Quick, Y/N. What reminds you of three?”

“What?” She asked breathlessly. But her mind was already too weak to really question Bucky’s behavior.

Urgency laced his tone as he stroked her jaw with his thumbs. “Just answer.”

“A - a- triangle.”

“Good, four.”

“A car?” Her wide eyes relaxed a bit as she began thinking about the number.

Bucky nodded eagerly, his face so close to hers. “You’re doing amazing, doll. Five.”

Five... there was nothing with five! Oh no. Her head was hurting again. “I- don’t, Bucky I don’t know!” The panic flooded back into her eyes, her breathing picking up again as well.

“Don’t worry, ok? We’ll do starfish.”

“OK. Starfisch, yeah.”

“Six. Count with me.”

“Sss- six. Dice.”

“Perfect.”

“Seven. Dwarves.”

“Look at you, Y/N/N,” Bucky whispered with a smile.

“Eight. Octopus.”

“You’re okay. Breathe.”

Y/N nodded and took a deep breath. To her surprise, it worked so much better than seconds before. When she realized that, she closed her eyes for a second, letting the tears burn in her eyes again. She couldn’t help it she was just so overwhelmed.

“Shhhh, you did so good, doll. You are so brave.” Bucky pulled her into him and for the first time today, Y/N was surrounded by silence. Even her thoughts seemed to have quieted down with the way Bucky’s arm squeezed her head. His other hand firmly pressed between her shoulder blades. The pressure was good. It was what she needed. Y/n could feel Bucky’s rapid heartbeat in her chest once her own had calmed down a bit. She inhaled deeply one more time, this time, catching a load of Bucky which just calmed her down even quicker.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay, you’re safe. I promise.” The mumbles drew through her hair in calming waves. Gently subsiding the aching pounding in Y/N’s head. Bucky’s hand rubbed up and down her back. He just held her there for minutes. The heavy sobs silenced in his shirt. He didn’t ask what had happened, just let her cry until there were no more tears left in her exhausted body. Y/N would tell him. She had decided that a long time ago. The promise the pair had spoken the other day just sealed that decision.

Her eyes were hurting. The burning sensation brought soreness to her cheeks as well. A gentle tug made his head move down to her. Y/N had already lifted her head to look at him with an unreadable look in her eyes. And perhaps it was so indistinct because she herself did not quite know what she wanted to convey. She just sulked in the serenity Bucky brought to her. The proximity wasn’t scary, nor did she feel as though what was happening made him uncomfortable. A small smile snuck its way onto her face and soon, Bucky followed. His arms were still tight around her, holding her close to his heart, making sure she was okay.

“Do you need anything?” Bucky whispered, careful not to break the moment. It didn’t seem forced. Y/N could feel the genuine concern oozing from his tone with every word he carefully pressed into the air. She just shook her head before laying it back onto his chest. 

“Just you.” His grip tightened, a shaky sigh eluding his chest as Y/N felt his head nodding above hers. 

Bucky was leaning against the wall in the foyer, eyes closing to Y/N’s steady breaths. Her head felt empty. That was, despite the nagging urge to tell him everything. Bucky was so patient, so unbelievably patient and calm. A rock in the current and he probably didn’t even know it. He deserved to know every little thing she had thought about during their short time in Westview. But Y/N was scared. She was frightened to lose the one good thing she had always hoped to have if she took it too far. Because as much as this town was a nightmare right now, it simultaneously presented a fantasy that had settled in Y/N’s head long before she had reimagined it a thousand times. 

Y/N’s hand found the dog tags dangling on Bucky’s chest. Her fingers played with the metal, gentle clinging filling the silence that had established in the house.

It was time to break it. “Where did you learn that?” Y/N asked carefully. She didn’t want to push him into his reserved state with the question. It was just her attempt of expressing thankfulness for the deed Bucky had done just now.

“My therapist taught me.”

She just nodded understandingly. Another twig of worry and pain shot through her body at the thought of Bucky having to battle attacks like this alone. Then again, maybe he wanted it that way. Because he had all these people around him and he chose not to talk to them. Y/n understood it now. She was glad he had Bucky holding her right now, but there really was no desire to talk to anybody else about it. Maybe Steve had been that person, or maybe his therapist had replaced any friend he could have possibly needed. 

The thought still made her sad, and in an attempt to soften her worries for the an in her embrace, she spoke up again.

“So the winter soldier thinks of starfish when he needs to calm down.” 

Bucky just chuckled and pressed his nose deeper into her hair. “It helped, didn’t it?” 

“It did.” When he pulled back, he smoothed over her hair with his hand, eventually settling on her jaw and tilting her head so he could look into her eyes. Her hand covered his, gently stroking over the calloused skin as a small smile spread on his features. 

“Thank you, Bucky.” A sincere and soft melody overtook her brain and mixed with the butterflies stirring in her stomach. Y/N had never felt closer to Bucky than at this very moment. And when his gaze didn't falter with his response, it sent a comfortable shiver up her spine.

“Anytime.”

Y/N could have watched his eyes forever. It was too easy to get in lost in them when he looked at her like that. As if there was nothing shameful about staring at someone for that long. And it didn’t feel weird. The hand on her skin spread comfort over the parts of her body it had not reached before. He looked very kissable right about now. Not that he didn’t most of the time, but right now the urge was especially present. Y/N was scared though. Despite the closeness of the pair, she had no way of knowing how he would react if she tried. Maybe he was just a friend that cared very deeply for her well-being, but Y/n really wished that she could interpret more into this interaction. 

Her face inched closer to his but when her nose almost brushed his, he moved back. Oh. Oh. He still smiled though, nervously. “Should I make us some tea?”

Bucky shuffled to his feet and held his hand out for her to take. Y/N just nodded in defeat. What a silly thought that had been. They were still here. Stuck in a weird town and he had just comforted her after a panic attack. Which he was good at because he suffered from them as well. There was literally nothing to interpret into this - whatever it was. A fake marriage. Emphasis on fake. But for some reason that stung a little more today. 

Y/N leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen as she watched the muscles under his shirt move to handle the cups. It was funny, really, how perfectly Bucky fit into this domestic lifestyle, even if he was certain he would not, just like Y/N was sure that this all was just a dream. Because why on earth would she deserve to live in a dream like that? Well... it slowly became a nightmare anyway. 

It was a couple of minutes later when Bucky led her up to her bedroom, two steaming mugs of tea in hand and a tension in his shoulders Y/N had seen decorate his frame too often. She didn’t like that she was the reason for his closed-off attitude. She also didn’t like that this whole situation probably made him beyond uncomfortable. But at the same time, she felt an undeniable urge to be close to him - to need him right this moment. It was the same as just before when she had come storming into the house, crying and breaking down on the hallway floor. But right now, it was laced with something other than the desperation she had felt just half an hour before. It was a softer, lighter pull towards those flannel-clad arms of his. These two perfectly normal arms, on which the hand attached to the left bore a ring just the same as hers. A promise, a contract even, that had never been made.

Y/N’s heart sank at the thought. As domestic as this felt and - in some way - was, it would never become an actual reality for her. She knew that. But it still pained her and she had yet to find a way to deal with that emotion.

Bucky pushed past the bedroom door and placed the two mugs on the nightstand. Then he patted the comforter next to him and motioned for Y/N to sit. She did, but she held her distance. Pulling her knees closer to her chest as her back touched the headboard. It was silent then, but her mind was anything but. She needed to tell him about the flowers and how uneasy she had felt ever since they had come here. She had promised him after all, just the other night. ‘we’re in this together’ he had said. And he had meant it. Y/N could see it in his eyes. 

Bucky just sat in silence, seemingly waiting for her to speak and break the unbearable silence that had taken over the air in the room. His eyes were locked straight ahead as Y/n watched his profile from the end of the bed. He looked empty and drained. And for a second Y/N questioned whether laying yet another troublesome thought upon him would actually worsen the state he found himself in. But she also felt it pressing onto her consciousness and weighing her down in ways far more fatal than a simple white lie. Even though the wasn’t even lying to him. She was simply withholding information. Information she had promised to give as soon as it arrived, that was.

A deep breath loosened her shoulders enough to straighten up her posture, and that gave her the last bit of push she needed to actually follow through with what she was about to do.

“I imagined more you know?” Wow. Her voice sounded so much weaker than she expected it. She hated it. It made her sound weak, and that was the last thing she wanted to be right now.

Buck’s head piqued up in interest, his brows slightly furrowed but there was intrigue lingering on his face.

“The Hydrangeas... I- I don’t know what it is but they make me so uncomfortable. They’re beautiful, but they are just too perfect, you know? Almost as if they were mocking me...” She trailed off. Her head shook as she looked at her fingernails.

Bucky didn’t answer, but Y/N could feel his eyes boring into her. She sighed and closed her eyes for another shot of encouragement.

“They’re out of my dream.”

“You dreamt about this?” There was a rasp hidden in the second word. Almost unnoticeable to anyone else, but it was there. And now that she looked at him in the bright room, she could see his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. Faint, but present nonetheless. 

“Well... not like that.” Yeah like that, she scolded herself. But that was a tad too embarrassing to admit out loud. And for a second, Y/N really doubted whether telling Bucky was a good idea. 

The brunette just chuckled as he watched his feet on the hardwood floor. He had his hands resting on the edge of the bed next to his legs, his head hung low, hiding his expressions from her.

“But I’ve thought about what a normal life would be like.” Y/N continued. She had promised him after all, so she would clear this up for him and for her as well. 

“And hydrangeas were the top things you thought of?” His eyes found hers again. 

“Well... yes. Partly.” This felt humiliating. For some inexplainable reason, Y/N felt the heat crawl to her head the second she realized how stupid it was to get hung up on such a small detail. There was just one thing: it didn’t feel like a small detail.

“What else?” The conversation had somehow turned light with his question. And even though Y/N felt the need to tell him everything she ever dreamed of, just in hopes of reliving her deepest desires in - if you could call this - real life, there was some sliver of common sense holding her back. The last thing she wanted to do was scare Bucky away, or overwhelm him. Or even worse, make him feel uncomfortable. God knew how long they were going to be stuck in Westview. And confessing that she had dreamt about them actually being together might make things a little... awkward.

“I don’t think I can tell you that.”

Silence and Y/N cringed at the path she had stirred this conversation. But then: “I understand.”

“Really?” It wasn’t that surprising, to be honest. Y/N had always felt understood by Bucky. He had this special thing about him that always made her feel okay. He wasn’t the one to poke for answers, and that attribute came in handy right about now. 

“I’ve thought about it too... A normal life I mean.” Bucky’s stare focused on the wall opposite of him, where a wide mirror decorated a good amount of wall above a cabinet. 

“Do you want to tell me about it?” Carefully, yet nosy as ever, Y/N asked the question that burned on her tongue.

The brunette just hummed in response. What was that supposed to mean? For some reason, it didn’t feel like a response right then, but more of a reaction to her ever-steady intrigue. But she couldn't help it. Y/N wanted to know more about Bucky. She already did know quite a lot of things, but those were all work-related in the sense that she had gotten that information through files and other sources. Her relationship with Bucky had always been friendly in the compound. However, Bucky never really shared personal information with her. Which was okay! No, really it totally was. Nobody knew that feeling of wanting to bury their past better than Y/N herself. But at the same time, she wanted to hear all about it from him.

While Y/N’s mind began to spiral again, Bucky started to speak again. Though his voice was a little lower this time - melancholic almost. “I imagined a small house outside of the city. A radio and maybe a TV.” He blushed. “It’s an old fantasy.”

Y/N just smiled. It was cute. Somehow, the image of Bucky dreaming of something as trivial as a radio warmed her heart. It put in perspective, how small her problems were right now. Compared to a person fighting for their life in war with the fantasy of a family home with something as luxuriously mundane as a radio keeping them going seemed a lot bigger than being stuck in a magical town with a fake husband who happened to be her long-time crush. 

“I always thought I would marry a pretty dame. I would make her laugh and she would marry me after I proposed to her on the Brooklyn bridge.” A low shake of his head interrupted his speech. “And I would feel like the luckiest man alive because someone chose to love me forever.”

“That’s beautiful, Bucky.”

“It’s silly to hold onto now.”

“You can still have it all.”

“Can I?” What did that mean? His eyes broke into hers. And why did he ask her that question?

“I think so. Why wouldn’t it be possible?”

Bucky just watched her intently. There was an intensity burning in his eyes she had seen before. It was tempting - pushing her towards something she didn’t know, yet so incredibly enticing. 

Y/N really wanted to help him, tell him that things would be okay, even if she couldn’t quite grasp why Bucky would doubt himself after everything he had accomplished for himself in the past year. In her mind there was not really anything standing in the way of Bucky and his happiness, so why the stare? 

A solid minute passed before he finally shook out of it he mumbled a silent ‘I don’t know. You tell me.’ in the dark room. Y/N just stayed silent, the steaming cups on the nightstand long forgotten as she fumbled with the hem of her shirt. And then... all of a sudden, Bucky laughed. It wasn’t a long nor a loud one, but it was there and it definitely eased the tension that had slowly been sneaking back into the air.

“I feel like we had that conversation before.” He confessed averting his gaze.

Y/N instantly missed the blue boring into her. But she smiled anyway. “I think we did.” The corners of her mouth saddened again. “I’m sorry if it makes you feel uncomfortable...”

“I don’t mind it, really.” He looked at her again and Y/N’s heart sped up at the moment. “Having these conversations with you. I ... I don’t know. It makes me feel better. I feel like I learn more about you too. And that’s important to me.”

Bucky wanted to know more about her. That message alone made her feel as if she was on cloud nine. The beat in which her heart pounded in her chest picked up once more and the close proximity she had to him did not necessarily help in that accord. He was so close. And not only physically, but spiritually, she felt more connected to him than ever. Y/N had needed that: A conversation with a friend. Talking about something deep and bothersome and being understood. Bucky was that person - considerate and understanding. And it warmed her to know that, right now, all that consideration and understanding was spent on her.

With all the excitement, a sudden nervousness overtook her body with gradual power. This was a Bucky not many people could experience; and even though Y/N loved having this carefree version of him around her, she couldn’t help but let the voice worrying about 'how long this would last' stir anxiety into her cocktail of emotions. It was fast and sneaky. She didn’t look, she wasn’t guarding them enough to control the outcome this evening would have. But unfortunately for her, the fear settling in her shook her to the bone.

Bucky noticed the tremor in her body as he turned to her. A soft hand laid on her arm, stroking it soothingly when he asked her with concern in his blue eyes: “Are you going to be okay?”

And there it was again. That damn sweet look and the care and - really she wished it to be love - in those painfully beautiful eyes. For her.

Y/N’s mind was running a mile a minute, the colorful cocktail of emotions mixing further and further until it was a messy brown that swallowed individual feelings and made everything seem dull. And somehow, she still felt like that bland piece of bread again. No full emotions, everything blended in one and none of it could be experienced whole. And before she could stop herself from doing so, Y/N’s mouth let the words tumble right out of her.

“Actually... would you mind staying with me tonight?” Oh. My. God. She did not just say that.

Bucky’s motions stopped, the look of concern somehow deepening in the creases and dimples on his face. It felt like minutes, really, of him just sitting there frozen in motion, a blank look on his face. But then, she shook out of it and a small smile appeared on his face. 

Embarrassment seeped through her body. This had been stupid. It was crossing the line of the beautiful friendship/ fake marriage the couple had established and it was making him uncomfortable. Oh God - Bucky probably dint know how to tell her just how uncomfortable it made him. And now he was sitting there smiling awkwardly, wishing this situation over with. Y/N slipped her feet beneath the covers and tried to hide her whole body beneath the sheets. She was about to say something along the lines of ‘you don’t have to if you think it’s weird’ when he finally opened his mouth.

“Sure.” Bucky blushed a little. And the rosy taint on his cheeks was the only thing telling Y/N that he was in fact real and not just a fragment of her imagination when he kicked off his shoes and slipped under the covers that Y/N had already crawled under. He didn’t come closer though, staying on his side of the bed like a lost puppy. The soft hues of the hallway light fell through the little opening of the door when Y/N turned to look at him. He was already turned to her, his eyes showing no embarrassment as they bore through to her. 

“You’re okay, right? Like this helped. Or can I do anything else for you?” Even though the question seemed a little weird and rushed, Bucky looked genuinely concerned for her. Y/N figured he had probably not had so many deep conversations and was just trying his best to, well... make her feel comfortable. Unfortunately, though, the distance between the pair just seemed to make Y/N a little more unsettled. As if Bucky were to slip away as soon as she closed her eyes and fell into dreamland. 

“Just promise me you won’t leave...” A single tear strayed from her eyes and rolled down her cheek before hitting the pillow. Moments like this made it just a little harder to stay strong. It reminded her of all the beautiful people she had lost over the years. All the friendships that lived only within her heart. And all the lessons she had learned from them.

Bucky was quick to catch a second one by soothing his hand forward and gently stroking her face, and somehow taking the sadness with it. The touch of his thumb shot tingles through her body, and when he moved closer and his hand wandered to her waist, there was another sensation pooling in her stomach - exciting and soft.

“C’mere.” He whispered through the darkness, pulling her closer and holding her to his chest. Y/N embraced his soft and welcoming touch. Bucky’s nose buried in her neck when he began to talk again. “Doll, I promise you: I will never leave you. I’d miss you too much for that.”

She held onto that promise quite literally as Y/N wrapped her arms around Bucky’s torso, feeling every stroke he placed on her back and pulling the covers even higher over the both of them. Bucky was warm. The heat radiating off his muscular chest spread gradually through her body from the place her body touched him. It wasn’t hot, though. No. It was cozy, and warm, and safe.

Bucky didn’t know it yet, but he was the most important thing Y/N held onto these days. A person, a friend, - who was she kidding, even more than that - who made her life better and who could equally make it worse if he were to leave... just like a lot of others had done - even if it was not willingly.

𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓

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[delulu-with-wandanat]

Part 2 of

‘Mean girl’ Wanda x ‘Nerd’ Tasha

Natasha reluctantly agreed to tutor the queen bee, she then realizes Wanda’s not so bad after all. Outside of school at least.

Wanda not paying attention to Nat.

“Wanda, are you even understanding anything?” Noticing she’s not even paying attention.

“Sorry, you’re just so distractingly adorable when you teach.” 🥰

“Uh huh? Focus up or you’ll fail.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re very beautiful?”

“No, they usually they call me ‘Nerd’Tasha-“

(Or Wanda is showing her soft side around Nat to try and steal her heart, but Natasha is too much of a girl boss💅)

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #wanda x natasha #natasha #wanda #wlw #scarletwidow #scarlet widow #natasha aint tryna be played by the queen b #meanwhile Wanda is genuinely smitten #Queen of Westview High #hs au #Wandanat hs au

[maximotts]

⚘ 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲

an 18+ cowgirl!Wanda Maximoff AU New to the small, rural town of Westview, it was only a matter of time until you caught the eye of everyone's favorite local young farm owner. And you can't seem to get your mind off her either...

As mentioned above, this is an 18+ AU, minors DNI, respect my wishes, etc.

This started as a lil jokey joke, but now I'm obsessed: welcome to Yeehaw Wanda Supremacy!

I'm just writing her for funsies and honestly, this AU is mostly very lighthearted because sometimes we just need a lot of warm fuzzies in our lives! Still, this Wanda has a lot of nasty smutty tendencies and each part will be labeled with appropriate warnings

There's no overarching plot to this so fics are listed in chronological order instead of posting order as I write different parts of Wanda and Bunny's relationship; the most recently posted fic will be marked with a *

Inbox Tags: #country bunny au. || #cowgirl!wanda

┊. 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧

⚘ first encounters ⚘ dessert ⚘ homemaking

┊┊. 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

⚘ warming up ⚘ barn nights ⚘ fireplace snuggles ⚘ helping wanda undress after work ⚘ a run in at the grocery store* ⚘ chubby bunny challenge

#I'm sure I'll continue finding things I wanna add in this later but for now... its Here #country bunny au.