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Anything You Want - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda discuss the future.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 524

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“Three. And we’ll adopt a dog, maybe a cat too.”

You hum, placing a soft kiss on the milky smooth skin of your girlfriend’s shoulder.“ Sounds like we’ll need a big house.”

Wanda nods, head leaning back to rest on your chest. Her gaze remains fixed on the sight of your legs, tangled together under the water.“ Five bedrooms, one for us and the children will have their own, plus a guest room for when Pietro visits.”

“Okay. What else?” You ask, deeply interested in the visions she’s verbally painting.

“A big kitchen, one with an island in the center where we can have breakfast every morning and bake together. And the dining room-”

“And living room in the same space,” your words make her smile up at you brightly,“ so you can entertain guests and so everyone can be together when they come for holidays.”

Wordlessly, she leans up and kisses your cheek, her fingers gently caressing your other cheek. When her hand falls back into the water, the bath water gently splashes, sending ripples throughout the tub.

She turns her head forward again.“ With a big backyard, enough space for the kids to have one of those playsets or a tree house.”

“Plus space for that garden you want to start.” You add, recalling all the times the woman mentioned growing her own vegetables and herbs, saying that fresh ingredients made for tastier dishes.

Wanda’s heart swells, an immense amount of love rushing through her. Before meeting you, the last time she’d felt so free to dream was when she was a child. Sitting in front of the small tv in the living room in Sokovia, picturing her life to be like that of Laura Petrie or Lucy Ricardo.

Since you started dating almost a year ago, you’ve always expressed interest in what Wanda really wanted for the future and you listened to her. As of late, Wanda has seen a change in the way you talk about it, like you’ll do any and everything you can to make sure she gets the things she’s dreaming for.

“What do you want?” She asks you, like she often does.

Usually you’d answer with something silly or ridiculous: ‘a lamborghini’, ‘a monkey’, or ‘an infinity pool’. This time though, you answer with the most honest response you have:

“Just you.” Lifting your head from her shoulder, you lean over just slightly, looking into her gorgeous green eyes.“ All I want is you, to build a family with you, to give you everything you want.”

Tears spring into her eyes and she shifts, completely turning to straddle your lap and paying no attention to the water that sloshes over the side of the tub, she cups your face in her hands.

“Marry me.”

Jaw slackening, your shoulders drop as you say,“ that’s so not fair. I was gonna ask you first.”

“Is that a yes, moja láska?” A small smirk plays at the corner of her lips.

“Yes, but!” She stops short of kissing you, listening to you say,“ you have to let me get you a ring.”

Nodding, she whispers,“ anything you want, dieťa.”

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows @blackxwidowsxwife @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @iliketozoneout @alotofpockets

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #reader insert

[wannabe-fic-writer]

I can’t… her arms are just… I just… I have no words really.

I’m definitely about to start writing for Val more.

#she’s so pretty #and strong #and I love her #vallyrie appreciation post #king valkyrie #valkyrie mcu

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader : Once Upon a Time

Summary: You are given the greatest gift you could ever receive. Covers the ‘Secret Santa/Gift Exchange’ square for Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: Some very minor langauge.

Word Count: 1k

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The night before Christmas. The scene was beautiful, perfect even.

Snow falls from the sky, coating the ground and roofs of houses in a beautiful, fluffy white blanket. The decorations and lights on your home and other houses leaves the entire street bathed in festiveness. 

Inside your home, a fire crackles in the fireplace, two stockings hanging from the mantle, with the fully decorated tree sitting beside it. You and your wife had practically brought a pinterest board to life with the decorating you’d done and it turned out beautiful.

Your wife sits on the couch, curled up under a blanket, cheek resting in her hand as she focuses on the movie playing: White Christmas. It’s a Christmas classic she watches every year on Christmas Eve.

The film wasn’t exactly a favorite of yours but you’d gladly watch it so long as that beautiful smile lights across the Sokovian’s face.

Looking back at the pot on the stove, lips curled into an unfightable smile, you give it a few more stirs before taking down two mugs and filling them. Topping both with a pretty swirl of whip cream, you stick a chocolate wafer stick in the side, and carry them to the living room.

“Here, baby.” You say, grabbing Wanda’s attention as you hold the mug out to her.

She reaches out to take it, head tilting and eyes landing on you while a pretty smile forms on her face.“ Thank you, darling.” She says before taking a sip.

You reclaim your spot beside her under the blanket and she doesn’t hesitate to lay her legs over your lap. Hand soothingly rubbing her calves, you sip from your own mug and watch the movie.

Knowing that Wanda isn’t keen on talking during movies, you keep quiet, until the movie is over that is.

Empty mugs find a place on the coffee table and you both shift to complete another tradition you’d started since before you got married: exchanging one gift the night before Christmas. 

You go first, passing over a fairly small rectangular box covered in snowman wrapping paper with a cute red bow on top.

Wanda does a giddy little wiggle in her spot as she accepts it, fingers daintily unwrapping the gift, then pulling the top off.

She freezes, eyes trained on the two slips nestled inside.“ Y/n,” she breathes out, hands shaking in the slightest as she raises one to cover her mouth and uses the other to lift the plane ticket up.

“I know that you’ve been thinking about going since the restoration projects were complete and I also know that it won’t be easy, but I’m gonna be with you every step of the way, baby.” You scoot even closer to her side, glancing down at the destination: Sokovia.

Her silence drives you a little mad. You aren’t sure if you’ve completely screwed up and she’s thinking of all the things she wants to tell you before she divorces you or if she’s so happily shocked she doesn’t know what to say.

Breaking the silence, you speak again,“ I talked with Tony and Steve about it. Tony showed me some of the photos his drones took and, Wands, baby it’s beautiful. From what Steve told me about what it looked like when he and Bucky went? It’s even better in person.”

Another beat of silence passes before her head lifts and watery eyes land on yours.“ I-” She stops herself, choosing instead to lunge herself into your arms, face buried against your neck as your arms encircle her waist.“ Thank you so much,” she sniffles,“ I can’t tell you what this means to me.”

“I know baby, I know.” You mumble against her shoulder, leaving a soft kiss there.

“I love you so much.” She whispers, pulling back with another sniffle, then pressing a kiss on your lips.

The taste of her lips on yours is a mix of salty from her tears and sweet from the hot cocoa but beneath that, you get the familiar taste of strawberry that comes from the chapstick she uses. It stirs a feeling inside you that makes you want to kiss her until your lips are raw and you can taste nothing but her.

Instead, quite reluctantly, you pull away. Raising a hand, you gently swipe the tears from her cheeks with your thumbs.“ I love you too, Wanda.”

“It’s been so long.” She mutters, eyes yet again trained on the ticket.

While the trip to Sokovia is a part of the gift, the much bigger surprise awaits her in the country itself. A memorial, built in the very same place her childhood home once stood, of both her brother and their parents. You’d spoken to Tony and had it built. But she could know about that when you took her.

Wanda orients herself with a deep breath and a shake of her head. Cheeks and eyes tear free, she presents her gift to you.

A square box, covered in red and gold wrapping with golden ribbons tied around the corners. 

“Oooooo, I wonder what it is.” You say playfully, holding it up and giving it a gentle shake.

A snort and laugh falls from Wanda’s lips and she smacks your arm.“ Don’t shake it. Just… open.”

You concede, settling the box on your lap before you begin opening it. The wrap and ribbon find a place on the floor, quickly accompanied by the top of the white box.

Red tissue paper sits inside with a book nestled in it.

‘The Story of Us’ it reads in beautiful silver letters.

Your bottom lip juts on it a pout as you take in the picture of you and Wanda on the front. You recognize it as one you’d taken on your six month anniversary, where you told her you were going to marry her someday.

Here you are, three years after that, married to her and living in your first home together.

A little, emotion filled huff sounds from you before you flick the book open. 

It’s your story, you deduce rather quickly.

It looks like a legitimate story book, beautifully written words describing and mapping out the way you’d met, how you fought each other then inevitably fought for each other, and how you fell so deeply in love with each other.

Some pages are a mix of words and pictures of the two of you together or separate, some are full of words, and others are purely pictures.

The story isn’t long, major moments mixed in with equally significant minor ones like the first time you said I love you and the first time you’d binged a whole box set of Wanda’s favorite sitcom.

As you near the end, giggling softly at the retelling of your moving experience. You damn near had to pry Yelena off of Wanda, the younger Romanoff had grown quite attached to your, at the time, fiance. 

When it reaches present day, the details of her giving this book to you on Christmas Eve aren't pinpoint accurate but still on point enough to let you know she’d planned this near perfectly, you expect that to be the end, but there are two more pages left.

“Oh? A little future telling, hm?” You quirk a brow at your wife, who’s been silent since the first flip of a page.

Knowing her lack of comment means she wants you to fully take in the next part, you focus on the book again, only to freeze as tears spring into your eyes instantly.

The second to last page of the book describes, in detail, a day you have not yet lived. 

A day when you and Wanda come home, the brunette’s expression telling both how happy and how tired she is as she steps into the house, you following quickly behind her with a bookbag on your back and not one, but two car seats in either hand.

Your nose burns in the slightest as the first few tears slip down your cheeks and the lump in your throat gives way to a quiet sob as your eyes land on the last photo of the book. 

It’s not of you and Wanda but instead, it’s a photograph of an ultrasound. You very briefly scan the words surrounding the focal point of the picture, noting Wanda’s information on it, before your eyes are deadlocked on the middle of the picture.

Seemingly sitting in the middle of two black circles are two, tiny, almost jelly bean shaped gray spots. You don’t have to guess what they are because the ultrasound photo clearly labels one as Twin A and the other as Twin B.

You swipe the tears from your cheeks before they can fall and stain the image staring back at you. At this point, you’re sure Wanda can actually hear how hard your heart is pounding. Hell, if she touched you, she might be able to feel the heavy thumps as it seems as if your heartbeats are traveling along with your blood through every vein in your body.

“Wanda.” You whisper after nearly six minutes of complete silence.

There’s a nervous glint in her eyes when you look up at her, tears still steadily escaping your eyes but you don’t let a single one fall onto the book.

“How long?” Is all you manage.

She sniffles, finger lightly swiping the fallen tears off the tip of her nose.“ Remember when I caught that stomach bug about 6 weeks ago?” You nod in answer.“ It wasn’t a stomach bug.”

You bite your lip, now tilting your head back in hopes of stopping the tears. They’re falling so fast you won’t be able to stop them from falling onto the book.

After a few deep breaths, and a few more tears sliding down your neck, you look back at her.

“Is this real?” You whisper, knowing full well it is but on the slight chance this is a dream, you don’t want your loud voice to yank you back to reality.

Wanda’s hand lifts, fingers landing on your earlobe where she gives a gentle but completely grounding pinch.“ It’s real, my love.”

At that, you shut the book, knowing you can’t protect it any longer from the stream pouring from your eyes. A sob falls from your lips as you push up onto your knees and pull Wanda up to match said position, your arms encircling her waist in a gentle but firm hug.

Children were always in the plan and you both knew you wanted them sooner rather than later. You’d dated long enough, seen the world and traveled during your years as Avengers, you didn’t need to wait long after you said “I do” to start planning the expansion of your family.

Doctor’s appointments had been made, all the needed preparations were done, and you tried for the first time. The in-vitro didn’t take and while you both were more than a little saddened and disappointed, you didn’t give up. You gave it three months then tried again this, the ultrasound of your twin babies, is the result of a second try.

“We’re having twins.” You whimper into the soft skin of her neck, feeling her warm breaths on the crook of your own neck.

She nods, lips and nose brushing your jaw and neck.“ We’re having twins.” She assures, hands clutching your shirt.

Through all the racing thoughts in your head, the ideas and hopes and dreams that fly a million miles per hour, you voice one very prominent thought.“ Thank you.” And you both know exactly why you’re thanking her.

You thank her for being your friend, for taking a chance on you, for loving you unconditionally and irrevocably, for sticking by you through everything. You thank her for letting you be a part of her story and for wanting to be a part of yours.

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows @blackxwidowsxwife @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @iliketozoneout @alotofpockets @storiesofsvu

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023

[wannabe-fic-writer]

I am in love with angst and Agatha +angst. It is great for my black heart

Yasssss! Agatha + Angst 😘🤌🏽

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Yes. Me too. Her new look is just 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

She’s just gorgeous😍

#agatha harkness #agatha: darkhold diaries

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Did you saw the last photos of Agatha from Darkhold Diaries?

Oh my god! The suit?!🤤 I’d let that woman do some things to me, js🤷🏽‍♀️

#mommy agatha #agatha harkness

[wannabe-fic-writer]

I would love to make a request about Agatha Harkness. She is 🫠😍

Oooooooo. Agatha? Mommy?😏

What’s the request?

#curiouser and curiouser #agatha ask??

[wannabe-fic-writer]

What female Marvel characters do you write about?

I currently only have fics for Natasha, Wanda, Carol, and Kate. (I think that’s it) But I am so down to write for any female marvel character, show characters included or even comic and game characters (Felicia Hardy/Black Cat holds a special place in my heart).

But yeah, if you have a request for anyone feel free to send an ask.

#marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel comics #marvel comics x reader

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Carol Danvers x Reader : Wherever You Are

Summary: Going the extra mile for your girlfriend is never a problem. Covers the ‘Flannel PJs’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

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With a smile, you grab the bag off the counter, and say,“ Thank you so much. Have a wonderful night.”

The shop owner returns the sentiment, thanking you for your patronage as you leave the shop and step onto the pathway. Just like when you came in, the sky is painted brilliant shades of purple, blue, and pink. Jellyfish shaped clouds are scattered about as the smoky pink moon shines its light. 

Pulling your hood up, you begin your walk down the wooden, bridge-like pathways that are suspended above the ground. The alien city is practically split in two levels, the ground floor connected by stairs which you take down and head to the ship.

You landed on this planet with your girlfriend the other day as she received a message from an old friend of hers who needed her help and while she handled her business, you were off on a mission of your own.

It’s been almost three years since you and Carol were back on Earth and you could see the toll it was taking on your girlfriend. At first she was fine, obviously missing family but she wasn’t too down as she believed she’d be back soon enough. However, as it usually plays out, she gets caught up in being a hero, saving lives and the like, and gets so far out in the universe that she loses track of time.

Still, she eventually feels the effects of the distance between her and the people she calls family. Almost a week ago, the sadness she felt over being away nearly doubled as she realized that Christmas was literally two days away.

She had missed so much time with Monica and Fury already, so many holidays, and she now was more than fond of Kamala Khan. Her wish was to be on Earth, participating in cheesy, cliche traditions with her family and instead she was millions of lightyears away.

That night, while she thought you were sleeping, she’d broken down. Her soft sobs filled the silence of the ship and broke your heart in two. 

At the time you let her have her personal moment since being locked on a ship with someone doesn’t grant much of that. While you didn’t say anything to her at the moment, you promised yourself that you’d do everything you could to make her feel even a fraction better than she did. Which is why your exploring yesterday and your shopping today was so important. 

Now, with the necessary supplies, you boarded the ship and got to work, knowing Carol would be preoccupied until much later in the day.

A good hour or so later and the ship was, in your opinion, a masterpiece.

Having used the materials you were able to find and scrounge together, you made the ship as festive as you possibly could. 

Some makeshift tinsel was hung about with multi-colored lights attached. Handmade ornaments and more lights decorate the little Christmas tree you and Carol acquired last year. Stacked beside it are a few wrapped presents. Lastly, hanging from the ceiling, are custom mistletoes, your favorite part.

Knowing Carol was likely on her way back, you dimmed the main lights in the ship, turned on the multicolored ones, and pulled on a pair of pajamas. The warm, comfy, red flannel pants complimented with one of Carol’s band shirts set the perfect vibe and you made sure to set a matching outfit on the bed for her.

With all the craziness that accompanies space travel Carol is always more than thrilled to come back to you. The ship had become her safe space but with you there it became home and she quickly realized that her home was always wherever you are.

She couldn’t describe how she felt having your arms to fall into after a long day but this, coming back to a fully decorated ship and you standing in the middle of it, mug of hot chocolate in hand with a smile on your face, multiplied that feeling.

“What is all this?” Her question follows her stepping further onto the ship, eyes drifting over every square inch in an impressed manner.

“This,” you emphasize with a few steps closer to her,“ is the beginning of a very Merry Christmas.”

Shoulders sagging and a sigh falling from her lips, she looks at you with pure adoration and love in her eyes.“ Y/n, baby, you did not have to do all this.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” 

You set the mug on a nearby table, then pull her into a hug with your arms around her neck. The blonde doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate the embrace, her own arms wounding around your waist to pull you even closer. Her warm breath fanned across your neck and you could tell your gesture made her a little emotional from the way said breath stuttered ever so slightly.

After a moment you speak.“ I know how much you wish you could be on Earth and I know how much it sucks to not be surrounded by the people you love, especially this time of year, but I wanted today to be as special for you as it could be.”

“Y/n,” she practically whimpers, holding you tighter.“ I-” Her words are cut off by choked sob.

“Please don’t cry, babe.” You whisper, feeling tears of your own gathering at your waterline.“ You mean the world to me so doing this was nothing. I just- I want you happy, always.”

Slipping away just a little, her hands cup your cheeks and teary brown eyes lock with yours.“ I love you so much.” She says, a tear escaping that you’re quick to swipe away.“ You make me so happy. The fact that you did all of this just adds to the already infinite reasons why I love you.”

“Well I love you too. As long as you know that every day that we’re together, I’m happy.”

She rapidly blinks away the tears in her eyes, sniffling a little before she pulls you into an intense kiss. Gentle hands slip up into your hair to hold you close, even after it becomes a little hard to breathe.

Eventually though, you part, dorky grins on both your faces. Despite trying to fight them off, a few more tears had fallen down her cheeks.

Softly squeezing her waist you tell her,“ I do have a few gifts for you but you're only allowed to open them after you put your PJs on.” She giggles at your words, eyes rolling playfully.

Before she can respond however, the familiar tune of her ship receiving an incoming call sounds through the space.

“Oh, that’s your first gift, hurry up and go change.” You lightly pat her butt, rushing over to sit and accept the call.

“Wh- what gift do you have-”

“Go change and come find out, Danvers.” Fury’s voice sounds from the call, followed by the familiar sounds of Monica and Kamala laughing.

Carol’s jaw drops slightly, tears welling up in her eyes again as she looks at you.“ You’re so getting a ring on your finger.”

Heat rushes onto your face at the looks you receive from Nick, Monica, and Kamala and you can do nothing but grin like an idiot.

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows @blackxwidowsxwife @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @iliketozoneout @alotofpockets @storiesofsvu

#carol danvers #carol danvers fic #carol danvers fluff #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023

[wannabe-fic-writer]

If you were given the opportunity to bring Nat back to the MCU, how would you do it?

Oooooo! I love this question simply because it’s easy yet so hard to answer. I mean, I’ve thought long and hard about how to bring Nat back from Time Travel to just the darkest magic you could think of!

Ultimately though, my mind lingers on getting her back the way we lost her: exchanging the soul stone for her life. I don’t remember what bullshit reason was given for why that wasn’t possible but I feel like it should be. A soul for a soul was the rule so why would bringing the soul stone back not be an exchange to bring a person back, ya know?

I really could delve into this question for hours though so I’m gonna leave my answer at that. Thanks for awesome question nonnie🫶🏽

#mcu ask #marvel ask #natasha romanoff ask #anon ask

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader : Christmas Break

Summary: You plan a fun outing for your family. Covers the ‘Sledding’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warning: None.

Word Count: 2k

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The house is quiet, incredibly so. Given the fact that your children are home due to the holiday break, you were expecting quite a bit of noise.

At the beginning of the week, when you came home around noon, you found them having a blast on their day off. You were certain their excited energy of not being in school would last until the very last day of break but now you’re not so sure.

Leaving your home office, you stroll down the hall to the living room where you find your boys, Billy and Tommy, slumped on the couch with bored expressions as some cartoon plays on the TV screen. The scene causes a frown to form on your face, curiosity and the tiniest bit of worry coursing through you. Before bothering them, you go looking for your wife for possible answers.

Wanda, your gorgeous wife and mother of your children, is in the kitchen standing over the stove. She slightly sways to the soft Jazz playing from her phone as she stirs the contents of a pot on the stove.

Unable to fight the smile that forms on your face, you sidle up behind her and wrap your arms around her waist.“ Hi, my love.” You greet her, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“Hi, milaya.” Her soft voice flows straight into your ear as she turns her head towards you.“ You finished already?”

You hum,“ not yet but it was oddly quiet so I came to check on things.” Reluctantly parting from her, you move to lean against the counter beside her, arms crossing as you look through the space at the boys.“ Those two have never been that quiet. Everything okay?”

She sighs, lowering the burner, then turning to look at them as well.“ They’re fine, just really, really, bored.”

“Well, with the way they’ve been tearing through this place the past few days, I’m not surprised.” You admit, knowing that within the first three days of their vacation they played every game they could think of.

Wanda nods, mentally agreeing.“ I know but they just look so sad. That’s their favorite show and they’re barely even reacting to it.” Your wife’s insanely soft spot for them bleeds through.“ I offered to make them hot chocolate to lift their spirits. The smell usually has them running over before it’s even done.”

A hefty sigh sounds from you, eyebrow furrow as you take in her words and start thinking.

Christmas Eve is two days away and while you have plenty of fun activities and things planned for then, you hadn’t given much thought to what to do before. You figured they’d be able to keep themselves occupied until you finished up the last bits of the work you had before your time was completely free. Now though, the ever present need to make sure every member of your little family is happy causes your brain to kick into overdrive to find a plan to cure your kids’ boredom.

It’s with a glance outside, seeing the snow fall from the sky and further cover the streets, that inspiration strikes.

“Wanda, I know what we’re gonna do today.” You beam, quoting one of the phrases from the very cartoon on screen.

She rolls her eyes, lightly slapping your arm with the back of her hand.“ What is it, goofy?”

“A surprise.” You stick your tongue out at her.“ Get that hot cocoa into some thermoses, I’ll tell those two to go get ready, and then grab everything else we need.”

Loving the enthusiasm in your eyes and always willing to have some fun with her three favorite people, Wanda nods.“ Will do, mama.” She says a little teasingly.

“Thank you.” You slap a soft, quick kiss on her cheek before heading to the boys.

When you step around the couch into their view, they don’t move a muscle but their eyes follow you as you take a seat on the coffee table in front of them.

“Hi my beautiful boys.” You greet.“ I hear we’re havin a bit of a boredom problem around here.”

It’s Billy who speaks.“ There’s nothing to do.” He practically groans.

“Well, what if I told you I have something really fun we can do,” your words cause them to perk up a little, faces showing their curious excitement,“ it just requires you two putting on your snow gear.”

“Snow gear?” Tommy asks, fully sitting up now.“ What’re we gonna do?”

You smile, eyebrows wiggling playfully.“ Go get ready and you’ll find out.”

Not needing anything more than a mysterious promise of fun, they hop up and run off upstairs to get ready.

Sharing an amused look with your wife, you shake your head and go off to get ready yourself. After having pulled on your boots, coat, hats, and gloves, you dipped out the backdoor to the shed to grab a few things.

With your truck warming up and the things you needed in the back, you slip back inside the house, stomping the snow off your boots on the rug at the door.

“Oh Mrs. Y/ln-Maximoff,” you sing softly, smiling at the beauty that is your wife.“ You also need to go get ready my dear.”

“I will, love. Was just packing a few snacks along with the hot chocolate.” She informs you as she packs a few more things into the lunch bag you usually use for family outings.

When she finishes, you go to grab the lunch bag, smirking as she runs a flirty yet tender hand across your chest. She gives you a wink as she heads up the stairs and you push away the hundreds of thoughts that fill your head with a deep breath, then take the bag out to the car.

Shortly thereafter, your sons come running down the stairs, the swishing of their snowsuits sounding loudly.

“Aye, no running on the stairs. Not safe.” You lightly scold them, making both boys nod as they’ve been reminded of this a few times before.

“So, where are we going, mama?” Billy asks, coming to a halt at your side. He looks up at you with those eyes that are strikingly similar to Wanda’s and you are quick to smile.

Cupping his cheeks in your hand, you lean down and say,“ it’s a surprise,” before planting a kiss on his forehead.

He giggles, wiggling out of your grasp just to send a light and playful punch to your arm.

Immediately going with the flow, you begin play fighting with the boy, his brother jumping into the fray as well.

The scene of you on the floor, both boys laying on top of you, letting out shrieks of giggles as you tickle them, is a warming sight for Wanda. She smiles, pulling her phone out and snapping a few pictures of the three of you. She sends one to the group chat containing your former teammates with the message, ‘Avenger taken down by twin boys’, attached to it. Then she pockets the phone and calls for your attention.

“Boys, your mama can’t take you to your surprise if you never let her up off the floor.” She tells them, which has the 7 year olds scrambling up off you and even assisting you to stand as well.

You chuckle, brushing yourself off and straightening your clothes.“ Thanks for the save, gorgeous.” You wink at Wanda, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

Taking her hand, you shepherd the boys outside and into the truck. You’re all more than happy that the truck is already warmed up, the blasting heat pushing away the chill you felt from the front door to the vehicle.

After everyone’s seat belts are buckled, you turn on your usual playlist for riding with your family, and pull out of the driveway.

Singing along to the songs keeps the boys distracted for about ten minutes, then they shift to repeatedly asking what the surprise is and where you’re going.

Instead of helping you deflect or dodge the heat, Wanda merely watched in amusement, letting out the occasional laugh.

Luckily the drive isn’t long so, in a few more minutes, you’re pulling down a snow covered gravel path and parking off to the side, the bed of your truck facing the destination.

With nothing but trees and a rather large hill in sight, the boys are a little confused. That quickly fades away the second they see the sleds you pull from the bed of the truck.

“Sledding?!” They both exclaim, running closer to take a look.

You know they’d seen kids sledding in movies, having made mention of wanting to do the activity a few times. Before winter last year you’d purchased the sleds but hadn’t had the time to use them until now.

“Yup, sledding.” Turning to them, you pass a smaller plastic sled and a helmet to each of the boys and they happily accept them and take off towards the hill. You turn to Wanda, noting the smile she has just at seeing them happy, and say,“ don’t worry Mrs. Y/ln-Maximoff, they won’t be the only ones having fun.”

When you pull out a larger wooden sled, Wanda can’t help but admire how beautiful it looks. The dark wood shines and the red accents and straps add a nice pop to it.

She takes your hand after you pull it out, tugging as she heads to the mountain with excitement that nearly rivals the twins’.

Atop the hill, you run through some simple safety precautions with the boys(and Wanda) and tell them the fairly simple instructions on how to ride. Everyone gives a confirmation that they understood you completely and in no time you’re all seated on the sleds.

The boys are at your right, giddy beyond belief, while Wanda sits between your legs gripping the red straps with excited anticipation.

“Everybody ready?” You ask.

“Yeah!” They boys and Wanda cheer.

“Alright. 3! 2! 1! GO!”

Pushing off with your hands, all of you slide forward a little slowly, then shoot down the slope of the hill.

Despite the cold wind whipping across your face, you still smile at hearing the happy shouts and giggles from your family.

You all skid to a stop a few feet away from the bottom of the hill.

Dismounting, you check over your family. Smiles are still present, even as their chests heave and their faces redden from the cold.

“Fun?” You ask with two thumbs up.

“Yes!” Wanda exclaims hands landing on your shoulders and slightly shaking you.

“Oh my god that was so cool!” Billy exclaims as Tommy yells,“ we went so fast!” Then they look at you with big brown eyes and ask,“ can we go again?!”

Still matching their energy, Wanda gives you the exact same bright brown eyes.

“Of course we can. Let’s go.” You wave for them to head back up the hill.

You lose count of how many times you all sled down the hill. At some point Tommy even gets a little air which you panic over until you confirm he’s okay. You then have to tell them both not to purposely try to push themselves into the air.

Eventually you and your wife grow tired, so you leave the boys to keep going and head back to the truck.

You prop the sled against the tire before opening the trunk. Spreading a blanket out over the bed of the truck, you nod for Wanda to get up and sit before going to grab the lunch bag from the front and going to join her.

With cups of hot cocoa in hand and the snacks Wanda packed set out, you watch the boys sled with your woman under your arm.

She cuddles into your side, happily sipping from her cup. Unexpectedly, she raises her hand for a high five which you accept.“ Great idea, mama.” She tells you.

“Why thank you, my love.” You respond, placing a kiss on her head, then resting your head against hers.“ They’re gonna be out like a light when they get in the car.”

She snorts.“ I’m not at all opposed to that inevitable future.”

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha x Reader : Body Heat

Summary: When a blizzard leaves you snowed in and freezing, your girlfriend comes up with a brilliant idea. Covers the ‘Ski Resort/Winter Cabin’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI - Smut, Slight Masturbation(R), Oral(R and N), Fingering(R), Face Riding(N), Tiniest smidge of overstimulation.

Word Count: 3k

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For a week you’d been cooped up in a fairly old van: driving, sleeping, and eating in it. So when Natasha told you that you’d be staying in a cabin until a new plan was made, you were more than happy.

With Ross on your asses, more like Natasha’s ass, after all the business with the Accords, you’d been running. It wasn’t exactly the life you thought you’d live with the woman but you were with her and that’s all you needed.

These last few days, things having slowed down just a little, have been a dream.

The cabin Natasha had found for you both was small but cozy. Equipped with one bedroom and bathroom, a kitchen, and living room with a fireplace, you had everything you needed.

It was clear when you arrived that it wasn’t lived in. With it being practically hidden away in the woods, the trail to it covered with the thick layer of snow, it was safe to guess no one had been here in a long time. So you had no problem making it your own… as much as you could anyway.

Resources were procured by you, along with a few things to make the space a little more homey. Natasha teased you for the fluffy blankets and pillows you bought, reminding you that you’d have to leave it all behind eventually but you didn’t care.

“For the first time since we met, we’re living together, just the two of us,” you’d said,“ I plan to make the most of it.” And you did.

Every morning, Natasha was woken up with feather light kisses on her face and a tray with breakfast and coffee on it. Throughout the day you would snuggle together on the couch, you reading a book and her pouring over documents for your next move or listening to you read. When night fell, you would light the fireplace and have dinner, ending it with her in your arms.

Sure, the threat of Ross searching for you and finding you was ever present, but things were near perfect.

Were being the key word.

Today started like all the others: breakfast in bed, an intimate but innocent shower shared with your love, and the reading of a book you like. Things took a turn around 4 in the afternoon.

A blizzard warning was given and the snow started earlier in the day. You were prepared: the heat on, supplies stocked, and coffee and cocoa on stand by, plus a large pile of firewood. A few feet of snow had blanketed the surrounding area and with the harsh weather came the shutting off of your power.

The cold didn’t hit instantly. With the heat no longer on, the freezing temperatures from outside slowly crept in.

You did what you could to fight it off: lighting the fireplace, making hot beverages, throwing on some layers, and preparing some blankets. It didn’t prove to be enough though.

The negative 6 degree weather outside took the cabin from a toasty 80 degrees to a chilling 18.

Clad in three layers of clothes: thermal underclothes, thick flannel pants and a long sleeve, plus a hoodie with a hat and gloves, you found yourself still cold. So you burrowed under three of the thickest blankets in the cabin and huddled up by the fire.

All of that and Natasha could still hear your teeth chattering from her spot on the nearby chair.

The redhead claimed to be fine, only in some jeans and one of your thick hoodies, a thin blanket tossed over her shoulders.“ I’m Russian, I don’t get cold,” she said when you offered her sanctuary in your cocoon.

You decided she could go shove her Russian pride and instead focused on not losing any limbs. But you were failing. Or at least it felt like it.

“Holy fuck!” You exclaim into the fairly quiet room. The fire was crackling and the wind was howling but no other sounds could be heard.“ How l-long is this b-blizzard g-gonna last?”

Natasha snorts out a chuckle, eyebrow quirked as she watches you shuffle ever closer to the fire.

With all the fabric you have wrapped around your person, she’s been a little leary about how close you are to the open flames.

“Till tomorrow.” She answers your very rhetorical question.

You send her a glare over your shoulder that further amuses her.

Admittedly though, not much. She doesn’t like that you seem to be suffering so greatly.

Ever since you agreed to go on the run with her, stating that her love is all you needed, she’s been more than adamant on keeping you safe and happy. Feeling like she’s failing at that right now, has her smirk falling and her brain running through solutions.

She comes up with a few but lingers on one that could be effective and fun for both of you.

“You know,” she pipes up after a moment of silence,“ the human body is about 98 degrees on average,” she mumbles, slipping onto the floor with you,“ I’m sure skin on skin contact will warm you up faster than those blankets.”

You scoff, eyes rolling.“ Did you just pull that little fact out of your ass?” You grumble, highly irritated by the cold.

She shakes her head.“ No. I just remembered it. You’d get a lot warmer if you let me hold you. All those blankets and clothes you have on just end up taking on the chill of the room.” Her shoulders shrug, green eyes watching you.

Huffing you tell her,“ you’re just saying that cause you wanna touch me.” You then bury half your face back into the blanket, noting that it is indeed a little chilled.

“What?” Her tone turns incredulous.“ Detka, your warmth is very important to me. I mean, you’re here, cold and suffering, because of me.” She pouts a little.

Looking up with a narrowed gaze, you see the sincerity in her green eyes and the doubt of her true intentions crumbles.

“I- if you think it’ll help we can give it a shot.” You speak softly, pushing the cocoon of blankets off your body.

With a cute smile, Natasha starts to pull her clothes off until she’s left in her black sports bra and matching cotton panties. You can’t help that your eyes roam over her toned stomach and long legs. Your girlfriend is hot and, even through the chattering of your teeth and shivering of your body, you can admit that.

Following suit, you pull off the layers of clothes you’d put on, leaving yourself in nothing but underwear.

Then the two of you scoot a little closer to the fire, Natasha pushing into your side, arms wrapping around you in place of the blankets as she pulls you into her body.

It’s a near instant relief. The warmth of her body surrounds you, gradually staving off the cold atmosphere. That warmth increases as her hands begin rubbing up and down your arms and over your back.

You melt into her, burying your face against her neck as you return her embrace, arms and legs wrapped around her frame.

Her ministrations continue, lulling you into a false sense of relaxation. However, the subtle trail of her hands down your back and over your ass pulls the relaxation away. The instant her fingers slip under the sides of your panties and her hands begin to knead your cheeks your entire body is keyed up.

“Tasha,” you mumble against her neck, hands squeezing her waist.

“Yes detka?” Her oh so innocent tone responds.

“What’re you doing?”

Shifting, she lowers her head and presses a kiss on your shoulder.“ I’m keeping you warm, as promised.”

The hands on your ass squeeze, then run up your sides where she allows her thumbs to slip under your bra to brush the sides of your breasts.

Every move is slow and equally deliberate. Her hands work your body in a familiar fashion, further riling you up with each drag of her fingers along your skin.

Your frustration at being cold fades into one of being incredibly turned on. The wet heat between your legs only increases, as does the desire in the pit of your stomach.

“Tasha.” You say again, this time in a much breathier, needier tone.

She pulls her lips away from your newly marked skin to look at you properly. Upon finding the darkened look in your eyes, flushed skin, and heaving chest, she couldn’t help but smirk.

In truth, she’d barely touched you. Her fingers barely grazed your most intimate parts, instead focused on heavy, intentional touches to every other part of skin.

“If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna go handle it myself and leave you to sleep on the cold hard floor by yourself.”

“But I am touching you, dorogoy.” The words roll off her tongue teasingly and you legitimately huff.

Eyebrows furrowed, nose flaring, you push away from the woman. Cold be damned, you’re much more interested in releasing the pent up feeling in your abdomen.

You wouldn’t admit it but Natasha's actions have certainly left you heated all over.

The redhead watches with rapt attention as you lay back, your hands falling to the places you had just asked her to touch. Green eyes darken further as the fingers of one hand start to tweak your nipples, coaxing them into perfect little peaks, all while your other hand slips between your spread thighs.

Arousal soaks the fabric of your panties and as you touch yourself it begins to coat your thighs. Natasha hadn’t realized how much her touch had affected you, not the full extent anyway.

It's only when you let out a breathy moan that she snaps into action. A hand pushes yours away then pulls your underwear off in one swift move.

Not a second of hesitation is present as the redhead dives in. Her tongue glides between your puffy, glistening folds and she groans against you.

You slip a hand into her hair, lightly fisting as your back arches off the ground. You’re already an absolute wreck, that feeling intensifying as her tongue dips inside you, curling just so.

When your leg hooks around her shoulder, heel pressing into her back to drive her further into you, she smirks. Deft fingers then trail up your leg, ghosting over your slick coated thighs before they tease at your sopping hole.

“Look at me, detka.” Natasha commands, head lifting.

A near annoyed sigh escapes you as you follow her instructions, eyes landing on her chin that glistens from your essence. The words you meant to speak die on your tongue, replaced by a wanton moan as she effortlessly slips her fingers into you.

The fullness they offer is an instant but brief relief that has you shuddering in her hold and Natasha revels in the way your eyes roll back in your head, teeth clamping down your lip.

“Please, Tash,” you beg desperately. The burning feeling in your abdomen was nearing its peak but you needed-“ more. Need more, baby.”

At your words, she ducks her head back down and immediately wraps her lips around your clit. She sucks hard once, twice, then flicks her tongue over the bundle of nerves in time with the curl of her fingers and it sends you straight over the edge.

You cum with a scream of her name, heel digging into her back further as pleasure ripples over your body.

Natasha can’t help but to grip your thighs as they quake beside her head, hips canting up to ride out your orgasm. The taste of you bursts across her tongue and she can’t help but lap up every drop, retracting her fingers so she can shove her tongue into the source of the flavor.

As her ministrations continue, you’re tipped over the edge again, flying head first into a second orgasm. But she refuses to let up, drinking from you like a woman dying of thirst. While her tongue on you had previously felt amazing, the faintly familiar shift from pleasure to pain becomes present and you tiredly wiggle away from her.

Taking the nonverbal cue, she pulls away, licking you from her lips and sitting up on her knees. The pride she already held swells as she takes in the visual result of her actions: your thighs shaking, chest heaving, tits lightly bouncing with each quake of your body.

Her hands take a soothing approach as you come down, softly trailing up and down your legs then up your abdomen to softly squeeze your tits.“ You okay, moya lyubov?”

“Yup,” you hum with a blissfully tired smile on your lips.“ Nearly perfect.”

“Nearly huh?” She quirks a brow, leaning over you to be in your line of sight.“ What do I have to do to lose that nearly?” Leaning down, she presses lingering kisses on your neck.

Hands landing on her hips, you lean up to her ear, running your tongue over the shell of it before whispering,“ come ride my face.”

She damn near snaps her head away from you, eyebrows raised into her hairline.“ Really?” There’s a giddy sparkle in her eyes, accompanied by dilated pupils.

You’re both very well aware of how much Natasha loves riding your face. Not only does she love having your mouth on her, she also loves seeing and feeling you underneath her, able to see your expression as you taste and take her.

A nod is your simple confirmation.“ Let me taste you, baby.” Your hands shift up to the curve of her ass, pulling to urge her forward.“ And those pretty thighs of yours will keep me plenty warm.”

Needing no further encouragement, the ex-assassin stands and rids herself of her underwear. When her panties hit the ground beside you, you notice that they’re much like yours had been, soaked through from her arousal and that makes you even more eager to taste her.

She lowers herself onto her knees, both either side of you as her pussy hovers over you. You lick your lips in a fashion she’s seen plenty of times before, often when your favorite meal is placed in front of you, and pleasure spikes her core.

Your soft, scarred hands find her thighs and you pull her down onto your face with no resistance from her.

Instantly your senses are flooded by Natasha. Sight, smell, touch, taste, and hearing, all at once.

She feels soft, even the raised skin from her battle scars are soft under your fingertips. She smells incredible and the second your tongue runs between her puffy pussy lips you can say the same about her taste. And her moans, her sweet, sinful moans, practically bounce off the walls.

You know, just from the way her slick transfers from her thighs to your cheeks, that she’s very much riled up. You also know that after she’s gone down on you that it doesn’t take much to get her to the edge and over. Still, you put in maximum effort.

Hands grip her thighs with near bruising force as you slip your tongue inside her, tasting every drop of her sweetness before pulling out so you can wrap your lips around her bundle of nerves.

While she loves the hold you have on her, two thoughts enter her mind simultaneously, leading to her taking your hands from her thighs and guiding them to her tits. She squeezes your hands which in turn squeeze her tits as she then begins to ride your face, as asked.

Her hips start a rhythm, pussy grinding on your mouth with each roll. She tosses her head back, moaning your name in a heavenly tone.“ Flatten your tongue, detka.” She instructs and who are you not to listen.

The new sensation sends her reeling and her hips stutter as the first sign of her impending orgasm. She doubles her efforts and you do too, now pinching and pulling on her nipples as she grinds faster.

The stimulation of both pleasure points is her undoing. If not for your steadying hands to keep her upright, she would’ve fallen face first into the ground as her eyes fell shut and her limbs practically went limp.

Using the majority of your strength, you slide Natasha down your body until her legs are on either side of you, then you guide her head to rest on your chest.

“I got you, baby.” You assure her, eliciting her to tiredly wrap her arms around your form, snuggling closer to you.

A comfortable silence settles around you two. The crackling of the fire and howling of the wind no longer irritates you, instead it facilitates the overall vibe of the moment.

Despite the layer of sweat on your heated bodies, you pull one of the blankets up over you to stave off the cold that will inevitably return.

When you’re completely calmed and Natasha’s breathing has evened out, her mind and body equally relaxed given the gentle strokes of your fingers up and down her spine, you teasingly speak,“ I knew you were just being horny.”

“True,” she mumbles after giggling,“ but it worked didn’t it?”

“I-” your words fail you as it’s really quite obvious she was right.“ Oh shut up, Romanoff.” You emphasize with a poke to her side which, in her unguarded state, causes her to jerk into you and let out an adorable laugh.

She whacks your chest, then softly kisses it.“ Really though, thank you for sticking with me. I know this situation is far from ideal,” her voice trails off before she adds,“ and far from our dream.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Tash.” Curling a finger under her chin, you tilt her chin up to catch her gaze.“ Being with you will always make me the happiest person in the world, no matter our circumstances. And I know this won’t last forever. In no time we’ll be living our dream. Just gotta get through the hard parts first.”

Her head shakes as she smiles.“ I love you so goddamn much, Y/n.”

“Not as much as I love you, Natasha.”

After a sweet kiss, you cuddle back up together, holding each other tight. In her arms, surrounded by her warmth and love, the sound of the howling wind fades into nothing as you fall into a peaceful slumber.

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Kate Bishop x Reader : Kiss Me

Summary: The time has arrived to bring the holiday spirit into your home. Covers the ‘Decorations’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

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Snow slowly falls from the sky, further covering the ground below, and adding to the vibe you were working to create.

Standing in front of the large windows, you reach into the bag at your side and pull out yet another red snowflake sticker. You take a small step back to look over the expanse of the window, making sure you space out the red and green stickers properly. With the visual confirmation that you have, you step closer again and stick the red snowflake on the glass.

After that, you turn to the box on the table and take out the tangled up string of holiday lights.

“I thought you said you untangled these things.” Your teasingly accusatory tone cuts through the air that, previously, was only filled with the sounds of rummaging and Sleigh Ride by the Nickelodeon Cast.

From downstairs, Kate’s head pops around the corner, eyes a little wide like she’s been caught. She knows that she has when she sees jumbled up cables in your hands.

“Okay, I started to,” she begins her explanation while stepping further into view,“ and I even got a few of them done but my arms got tired and the chords were so long.. so I quit.” Her sentence ends with a pout.

You can’t help but shake your head, a low chuckle falling from your lips as you drop the lights back into the box.

In all fairness, it’s always a hassle to untangle your Christmas lights. Granted, had they been stored properly in the first place, this wouldn’t have been a problem but that’s neither here nor there. 

With the window and landing decorated completely, well, almost completely, you head back down the stairs. Your girlfriend is still standing by the stairs with a pout on her lips.

“It’s okay baby,” you assure her with a gentle hand on her cheek,“ I probably wouldn’t have done them all either.” You run your thumb over her pouty lips and it elicits a smile from her, right before she kisses your thumb.

“You didn’t need them anyway, it looks great.” She says while slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you flush into her side.“ I do think it’s missing something though.”

A frown instantly covers your features and you snap your gaze away from her over to the window and landing. How could something be missing? You were over there for nearly an hour, doing your absolute best to make the space look as festive as possible.

The plan to decorate the apartment was made long before today. In fact, when you moved in with Kate earlier in the year you both discussed your favorite holidays and how you would want to spend them now that you live together. One of your favorites had always been Christmas and decorating was an absolute must.

So, the instant stores started selling decorations, you and your girlfriend were buying them. Bit by bit you acquired all the items you needed to “perfectly” decorate the apartment: garland, stickers, ornaments, lights, a tree, etc. 

With everything ready to go, you woke up this morning on a mission to fully decorate the apartment. After big steaming mugs of hot cocoa, topped with a few too many marshmallows, were made and your Christmas playlist was blasting through the apartment, you began.

Kate’s place being so open was both a challenge and a blessing. It served as a huge blank canvas but the lack of walls meant that certain decorations couldn’t be used.

Still, you made it work. The tree was up in the living/dining room, lights and garland wrapped around it with ornaments spread about on it. Lights were strung up on the wall and the figurines you bought were scattered around on tables and shelves.

Very little was done to the kitchen, just some mini tree figures on the island, mini wreaths on every other cabinet, and a red Christmas themed rug on the floor.

Kate’s archery/workout area just had tinsel and lights strung up around the archway and she hung some ribbons from the shelves.

Then there’s the landing, which you worked on. It was decorated with snowflake stickers on the windows, tinsel looping along the tops of them, while fake snow covered the window sill and the floor below it with mini snowmen and penguins on top. You’d also wrapped some lights and tinsel around the stair railings.

It looks amazing. Perfect even. So you’re confused as to what your girlfriend means.

“Okay no.” You shake your head, looking from Kate to the landing.“ I did an incredible job. There’s nothing miss-”

When you look back at the brunette she’s sporting a smirk, her other arm raised up as she holds a singular mistletoe above your head.

“I think the space could definitely use a few of these.” She whispers with implication.

“Oh? You really think they’ll make a difference?”

The small gap between you two has been gradually closing since she held the mistletoe up, her lips but a whisper away from yours.

“You tell me.” Are her words before she closes that miniscule gap and crashes her lips onto yours.

Hands instantly wrap around her waist as you equally melt into the kiss and her embrace. She drops the mistletoe, freeing her hand so that she can raise it and cup your cheek. 

You feel the corners of her lips quirk up a little as she fights a smile but it inevitably comes up anyway and the second your lips meet her teeth you pull away with a giggle.

Smile still lighting up her face she asks,“ you think it’ll make a difference?”

“Definitely,” you nod, still a little dazed from the kiss.

Kate smirks, pecking your lips softly before she scoops up the mistletoe and moves to hang it from the doorway into her training area.

“Nope, we’re gonna need more.” Grabbing her waist, you pull her back into you," a whole lot more.” You mumble before initiating yet another kiss.

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Hey everyone👋🏽

So… I’ve decided I will be participating in this holiday bingo. I write for the ladies of the MCU, I’ll literally write for any of them, even ones I haven’t written for before.

I love writing about the holidays and I’m getting back into my love for Marvel so! Feel free to request any of the prompts for any of the MCU ladies. I will be doing HCs, Mood boards, one shots, or drabbles, just specify which one you want. Should an idea lead to a series, I’m open to a mini series as well.

Given the rules, I’ll be posting one fic a day starting on the 25th!

With that said… send in those requests!

Holiday Bingo 2023

That's right besties! It's that time of year again! And in an attempt to keep y'all entertained with your favourite blorbos, I'm hosting this bingo so we can all share our creations and you have something to fixate on while I'm busy as hell at work!

As per usual:

Submissions can be anything! A mood board, a ficlet, headcanons, drabble, gif sets, one shots, social media au's, make it a mini series following the holiday journey of the same two characters! literally whatever you want!

Prompts are all winter/holiday themed. If it specifically says "Christmas" it does not need to be Christmas, it can be whatever holiday this time of year that you want!

Read the rest of the rules under the cut!

Prompts can be made into any genre, make it super spicy, make it tooth rottingly sweet, make it angsty as all hell and break our hearts, make it a wild AU, do whatever you want with them as long as they are what inspired your story. (aka "first snowfall" could be the first time character a is seeing snow, it could be the first snow of the year, it could be the characters baby's/dog's first time seeing snow. It can be cute, catching snow flakes on tongues or sad, bringing back memories with a friend who has passed. Literally whatever you want.) Just make sure to include any and all appropriate warnings/tags at the TOP of the post and I don't want to see any TikTok censoring of words!

Fics can be a ship, a reader insert, an OC, or any kind of crossover! Mix and match, stick with one, try out a new character or fandom!

Accepted Fandoms:

Literally everything and everyone. This is wide open to any and every fandom/show/movie that you want, it's free game besties! It doesn't matter if I write/read that fandom, do what you would like!

Some Inspiration:

-Law and Order (OG, OC, SVU)

-Criminal Minds

-Marvel

-NCIS

-One Chicago

-Abbott Elementary

-Mayans

-Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice

-911/Lonestar

-OUAT

-The L Word

-Wednesday

Rules:

You MUST tag me @storiesofsvu and use the hashtag #storiesofsvuholidaybingo2023 on each creation and I'll put together the masterlist.

Bingo begins on November 25th and will run all the way to January 20th.

You may only post/submit ONE creation per day!

Only one bingo square per creation

No underage characters involved in relations.

Tag all and every warning appropriately at the top of the fic

Anything over 1000 words must be under a readmore!

Everyone is welcomed and encouraged to participate! You do not need to be following me, we don't need to be mutuals, if you see this post and want to play, let's go!

If anyone has questions, feel free to comment or send me a message/ask!

Some playlists to get us in the mood:

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader : Happier Than Ever

Summary: Living the life that you had dreamt of having for so long makes you the happiest person ever.

Warnings: Minor argument.

Word Count: 1,836

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Two bottles of water and a small package of cubed cheese in hand, you shut the refrigerator and turn back around to the counter. You take a quick second to arrange the items in the already stuffed lunch bag.

Despite the outing ahead being a fairly short one, the snacks were a necessity… and not because of you.

In the midst of taking the lunch bag and your backpack to the front door, you hear the soft thuds of feet on the stairs. Quickly setting your things down, you hasten over to the steps and jog up the first two to reach your wife’s side.

A soft smile forms on her face as you slip a soothing hand around her waist to rest on her lower back, your other hand taking one of hers as you help her down the last few stairs.

When she steps on the ground floor a heavy breath falls from her lips as her free hand rubs over her very swollen belly.“ Thank you, my love.” She tells you with a squeeze to your hand.

“You don’t have to thank me, Wands. I’d do anything for you and our little bean.” You then lean down and press a soft kiss to her belly.

“Y/n,” she groans,“ I told you to stop calling our baby a bean.” She slips away from you to go grab her coat from the hook by the door.

An amused smile forms on your face and you close the space between you two again, this time to slip her scarf around her neck and pass her hat over.“ But when we first met her she was just a little bean.” You once again explain yourself.

“Yes I know, but she is far from being a little bean now.”

Slipping your own winter gear on and grabbing up the bags, you say,“ yeah I know, but calling her my little winter melon isn’t as cute.”

Wanda stops right outside the door you’re holding open, confused eyebrows raised at you.“ A what now?”

“Winter melon.” Shutting and locking the door, you explain,“ the pregnancy book I’ve been reading compares the baby’s growth with the size of fruits and right now at 37 weeks, they’re the size of a winter melon.”

Slipping into the passenger seat of the car, your wife can’t help but roll her eyes good naturedly. Not only is she amused at the comparison of her child to a fruit, she also loves hearing whenever you talk about the baby books you’ve been reading. Since the two of you found out you’d be having this baby you’ve expressed how much you want to prepare, despite Wanda telling you you didn’t need to do so. But your dedication to ensuring that she and the baby are taken care of now and will be later is one of the many reasons she loves you.

“How about you call her by her name?” Wanda suggests in between sighs of exertion.

You don’t close her door until she’s comfortably set in her chair, having laid it almost all the way back in an effort to relieve the tension in her back.

Going around the car, you get in the driver’s seat and snap your seatbelt in before starting the car.

Just as you place your hand on the gearshift, your wife’s hand lands on yours.“ Let the car warm up first.”

“It’ll warm up while we drive, darling. It makes no difference to the vehicle and it’s a waste of time to sit here.”

Her eyebrows furrow at your response and she looks over at you.“ Well it makes a difference to me, so I’d appreciate if you waited for the car to warm up.”

“But Wanda-”

“Why go back and forth with me about this Y/n? It’s a simple thing,” she sighs exasperatedly,“ just wait a few minutes. Which we wouldn’t have to do had you started the car earlier.”

You start to rebuttal, the words on the tip of your tongue. Between helping her shower, preparing breakfast, fixing and packing lunch, you hadn’t had time to go start the car.

But before you do that the thought crosses your mind that little, petty, arguments like this have been a common occurrence since this pregnancy started messing with your wife’s hormones.

It seems that the little things you did seem to bother her more than they used to and while you have had your little spats before, one literally having taken place last night over you not using a coaster, you don’t have it in you to argue with her right now. Quite frankly, you don’t want to anyway.

“Okay.” You concede, raising your hands in surrender, then resting them in your lap.

Silence fills the car as you both wait for the heat to pick up and travel throughout the whole car.

After five or so minutes, you look over to your wife. Ensuring there isn’t an ounce of condescension in your tone, you ask,“ is it warm enough for you, love?”

“Yes, it is.” While you can still hear the irritation in her tone, you remain silent.

Shifting the car in gear, you place a hand on the back of Wanda’s seat and turn to look out the back window, reversing out of the driveway and onto the street.

The quiet between you two isn’t a welcome thing. Unlike the comfortable silences you so greatly cherish, this one comes at the hands of your wife’s irritation with you.

Not wanting this negative energy to continue, you resort to using your secret weapons.

At the next stop light, you scroll through your music app and select a song, the familiar tune of yours and Wanda’s first date song filling the air. You also reach into the back, unzipping the front pocket of the lunch bag and pull out the pack of chocolate covered cranberries.

When you offer them to Wanda, her eyes narrow slightly but she accepts it nonetheless.

“Is this a bribe?” She asks.

An over exaggerated gasp sounds from you.“ A bribe? Of course not. I just thought my lovely wife would like a snack.”

“So how would you explain the choice of song?” She continues but you now hear the amusement slipping into her tone.

“Oh? This? Just so happens to be my favorite song.” With a shrug, and a knowing smile her way, you begin to belt out the lyrics.

So honey now

Take me into your loving arms

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars

Place your head on my beating heart

I'm thinking out loud

Maybe we found love right where we are

Of the many things the redhead loves about you, your singing voice is not one of them. Your ability to carry a tune isn’t a very good one. Despite that, whenever you sing, it brings a smile to your wife’s face.

Reaching across the middle console, she takes your free hand in hers. The gentle kiss she places on your knuckles and the soft look in her eyes as she watches you solidifies that all is well again.

Thankfully so, as you reach your first destination for the day: Wanda’s OBGYN.

The appointment is much like the ones she’s had before. At 37 weeks, the information you get gears more towards being ready for labor. A few of the decisions regarding the birthing process haven’t been made yet, but you aren’t concerned about that.

For now, you’re more than happy to hear that your wife and daughter are both completely healthy and progressing how they should.

With this pregnancy nearing full term, you leave the doctor’s office feeling incredibly excited and happy.

Said feeling only intensifies as you reach your second destination.

Pulling into the school’s parking lot, you exit the car and help Wanda step out as well. Together the two of you head over to the fenced off playground.

You see them long before they see you. Your beautiful boys.

Smiles light up their faces as they run around and play with their friends. However, after you greet their teacher and she calls their names, they come to a screeching halt.

Just when you thought they couldn’t get any happier, their smiles widen.

“Moms!” Tommy shouts, running over to you full speed, his brother following right behind.

Their little bodies collide with your legs, arms wrapping around you tightly. You reciprocate the hug by leaning down and wrapping and arm around each of them.

“Hi my boys,” you kiss the crowns of their heads,“ I missed you both so much.”

“Missed you too Mama.” Billy replies, his hand squeezing yours after you part.

They then greet Wanda, gently hugging her and accepting the kisses on their cheeks.

“Hi mommy,” Billy mumbles.

Then in a moment of cavity inducing sweetness, both boys press kisses to their mother’s belly.“ Hi baby Iryna,” Billy says as Tommy says,“ hi little bean.”

A sheepish grin forms on your face at the look Wanda gives you.“ I can see how this is my fault.” You admit with raised hands.“ But it was cute and you know it.”

“Whatever.” She looks away in an attempt to hide the smile on her face but you catch it.

Refraining from making a comment, you look to the boys and ask,“ do you have all your things?”

An affirmative nod is given and with that you all say bye and wave to their teacher before you shepherd your family to the car.

The boys clamber into the back, bookbags going on the car floor as they buckle themselves into their booster seats, all while you assist your wife into the vehicle.

It’s not until after you check the boys’ seatbelts that you get in the car yourself.

Before pulling off, you take the lunch bag out and pass snacks off to the boys, also passing some over to Wanda the second she sees the cheese and crackers you packed.

“Alright, everyone good to go?” You ask, partly teasing.

“Wait!” Tommy exclaims, making yours and Wanda’s eyes widen.

Turning slightly, the redhead looks at the boy,“ what is it sweetie? Did you leave something?”

He shakes his head, then grins,“ can we listen to your song?”

You grin widely,“ what a great idea, Tommy.” Giving a pointed look to Wanda, you restart the very song you listened to earlier today.

The boys begin to sing all the lyrics they know, and for the ones they don’t, your voice carries loud enough for it to go unnoticed.

As you drive, and the three of you sing, Wanda can do nothing but give in and sing along as well. Her near angelic voice smoothly glides between the sound of your out of tune voice and the slightly cracky premature voices of the boys.

Despite the imperfect tune of you all singing, you find it perfect all the same simply because it’s your perfectly imperfect family singing it.

Quite frankly, this rendition is your favorite of all.

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

The votes are in… domestic Wanda fic coming some time tonight❤️

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Same tbh! Thought I was the only one😅 But I think my love for it is coming back as well. I rewatched WandaVision and remembered how much I love Wanda and I’ve been writing for her for a bit.

sometimes you fall out of love or lose the spark to a hyperfixation. and thats been me for a while with mcu, not Natasha, but just the mcu verse. but i think i'm gaining that joy back? im rewatching some of the older-pre-endgame-movies.

#just givin it time #mcu #marvel