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Lavender Marriage — Sharing is caring

Summary: Wanda and the twins are at war. And you? You are the weapon but mostly you are the prize.

Pairing: Slightly possessive!Wanda Maximoff x clueless!fem!reader

Warnings(+18): jealousy, dirty talk, a little teasing, you are the lost triplet of the Maximoff twins, fun shenanigans (until they aren’t fun), building a new dynamic, awful usage of emojis, Billy calls you wifey, you call Billy hubby

you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina

A/N: Yeah, yeah. I couldn’t help myself. Not as long as I wanted for this piece to be, but I think it’s a goofy one. Hope you enjoy! But there will be a fifth part because I can’t just leave it at that. And I miss Bishova hahaha.

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

Billy had asked, very sweetly and very charmingly, if you would come with him to your honeymoon. You both paid for the vacation, you both deserved to go. But after the heavy week of not knowing about them and stressing over cancelling all the wedding and trying to get a refund, you had to decline.

Maybe, and just maybe because you would never admit it out loud, you wanted to stay and help Wanda with the loft while you still had free time. But the twins didn’t need to know that.

So you sent Tommy with his brother. He managed to call his brother ‘wifey’ enough amount of times until he pissed Billy off and you watched them leave for the trip actually fighting.

Then you spent your free week with Wanda. Both of you living happily in your little love bubble. And it was fun teasing her with long and heated make-out session, until she started firing back.

She stayed at your place for a few nights until the bed arrived, and you felt more than happy to sleep between her arms. You pouted all your way back to the loft when the furniture was on its way, and she chuckled, whispering the most sinful things in your ear while the moving people brought the furniture in.

But the weekend arrived and with it, the twins. You were excited to seem them; you missed them so much and Wanda could see it when your eyes lighted up at every message and picture they sent you. And they religiously FaceTimed you every night, and Wanda scolded them for not doing the same with her. But that fired back as they started asking why you were at the loft at night, teasing her until her cheeks were flushed and you were smirking, clearly amused. And the redhead decided to shut up.

So you were at the airport waiting for them, Wanda was holding your hand with your fingers intertwined over your tummy. She knew your little honeymoon was coming to an end so she was holding you close, kissing your neck and watching you squirm under her touch.

“You know, I sign the divorce papers next week” she whispered in your ear. Her free hand rubbing circles over your collarbone, her lips torturing you as you tried to focus on the door at the arrival area. She nip your earlobe and you grunted softly “And that bed in my house needs to be baptised with your delicious pussy juices”

Her touch had the magic to mute the world around you, making you feel you were the center of her world, the only thing that mattered. But in that moment, you were wishing you could focus on anything but her as your were feeling your panties getting drenched.

“Wanda” your voice didn’t sound as stern as you wished it did. And she ignored you, because you started this little teasing game. If anything, she was returning the favor.

She tucked a strand of her behind your ear just to lean closer to you, her lips finding their way on your neck as her grip tightened around you, keeping you from falling apart or, as you saw it, running away.

“I have this cute strap back at the club” she said casually, watching you gasp with your eyes glued to the door. You tensed a little, getting jealous at the thought of her using it with someone else. So your eyes darkened and she leaned her chin on your shoulder “I bet it would look so pretty inside of that tight pussy, don’t you think?” she murmured like it was the most innocent thing in the world, but the tension wasn’t leaving your shoulders and she started doubting herself, but she tried to push down the feeling.

“No” you grunted. Half feeling guilty when she tensed around you, half annoyed at yourself.

You knew you were being ridiculous, and definitely you didn’t want your perfect week with her to end like this but you were on edge, your panties were soaking wet and now jealousy ignited in the pit of your stomach.

She tried to turn you around but you kept firm. It was way too early on your relationship for you to throw a tantrum over something so stupid. You knew she had been with other women, she showed you as much the night you met her, and even you had a past. But after a week at her side and all her attention for yourself, you felt possessive. Nothing but a brat.

“Malyshka” she said softly, stroking your hair and placing a kiss on your temple “What’s wrong?”

But Wanda would be damned the day luck swung her way, as she watched you relax and jumped out of her embrace to run to her children. Ignoring her question. Unaware of how her eyes also darkened with jealousy as she watched the way Billy lifted you up and how Tommy managed to snatch you away to hug you tightly and kiss your cheek.

They walked towards her, Billy telling you how a woman really thought they were a couple while you laughed out loud and Tommy was holding your waist. But her green eyes were set only on you, tilting her head to the side. She arched a brow when you looked back at her, and you swallowed knowing she wouldn’t let your tantrum go.

“Hello, my loves” Wanda managed to soften her eyes when the twins approached her.

They hugged her tightly and she kissed their cheeks, Billy even swung her around and she squeaked. But when they finished pampering her, she managed to snatch you away from Tommy’s embrace.

And she thought she was subtle. But not for Tommy, who always fought his twin over you. He wasn’t possessive, he could always share and he just loved to bug his brother. But his mother? Yeah, his mother amused him. That was clearly a fun challenge for him.

(—)

“You have two seconds to tell me what happened back there, detka” Wanda’s command was soft but firm as you were waiting for her while she paid the parking ticket and the twins were busy uploading their suitcases.

“Wanda” you swallowed and she looked at you. Her eyes were darkened with jealousy and a little hurt. But you didn’t notice the jealous part.

You were getting used to her commands. She never did it on purpose, the power radiated from her as the most natural thing. And you never complained, because your body reacted on its own and your voice always betrayed you before you could process what you were saying.

“Don’t make me say it again” her voice stern. And you took her hand between yours, rubbing little circles on its back trying to ease her hurt. But that wouldn’t work because her mind was replying how the twins moved around you.

“I- I’m sorry, mommy” you finally said, your lips trembled but your cheeks flushed. You thought she would judge you. If only you knew “You mentioned the strap” you started and she hummed, linking her hand to yours as you started walking through the parking lot “and I-“ you inhale sharply, and she squeezed your hand to encourage you “I felt jealous” you exhaled, staring down trying to hide from her.

She stopped on her tracks, pushing aside her jealousy for a moment to focus only on you. And she lifted your chin with her index finger, and you pouted.

“Jealous?” she breathed out, searching on your eyes if you were lying. But you weren’t, and she didn’t understand “Why?” you tried to hide but she tutted “Malysh”

You sighed softly “I imagined the multiple times you used it with other women” she couldn’t help herself when she chuckled, finding it extremely cute. You pouted with your cheeks flushed “I know it’s stupid, I’m sorry”

You tried to walk away, but her laughter died and she held you tight. She started shaking her head, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“No, malysh. It’s not” she said softly, cradling your jaw “Do you think I enjoy imagining someone else touching you?” her mind went back to the twins for a brief moment, but her statement wasn’t about them. You shook your head shyly “Your feelings could never be stupid, malyshka” she kissed you again “But let’s do this. I will throw that thing away, and take you to pick a new one. One that’s ours” your eyes sparkled at that, and you giggled “Oh you would like that, wouldn’t you?” she smiled proudly at herself for putting the fire out.

“That sounds promising” you murmured, kissing her again. Biting her lower lip and you both moaned.

You started walking again side by side, but before you could reach the twins that were leaning against Wanda’s car, she briefly stopped you. She leaned, her breath against your ear.

“And if it makes you feel any better” she said secretively, spiking your curiosity “maybe I slept with other women before you” you whined and she giggled “wait, malysh, just listen” you chuckled making her smile widened “but you, (Y/N), are my first and only girlfriend”

And just like that, she dropped the word and left you stunned as she approached the twins, grinning to herself. It was the first time she called you her girlfriend. And that melted your heart.

(—)

The trip back to Wanda’s loft was nothing but full of laughter. Billy kept trying to tell you about all the nerdy stuff they did back at the beach, and Tommy kept interrupting him to tell you about the actual fun things he at least did.

And Wanda kept glancing at you while driving, always making sure to keep her hand over your thigh and rubbing circles over your jeans to remind you she was there.

She didn’t let the twins to pull you in the backseat, trying to explain they would be crowded and it was better if you went next to her. But Tommy tried to be difficult, saying he could go in the passenger seat. And he watched his mother’s eyes darkened as she gave out a stern ‘no’.

And after the twins dropped their suitcases at their place, the four of you finally arrived to the loft.

They looked around the place. The always sweet Billy praised his mother’s good taste as Wanda gave them the final tour. And Tommy took that as an opportunity to toy with his mother, holding you tight as you all moved around.

And Wanda tried really hard to ignore it, not even thinking his son was doing it to mess with her. But even when Tommy always looked lost, most of the time he was just pretending. And he knew how to read you and his mother.

The twins sat on the couch, Tommy pulled you to sit on his lap and that was a dangerous move. His mother was looking at him behind the counter as she started making lunch. He felt the weight of his mother’s stare, and he squirmed a little nervous. Did he have a death wish? Maybe. Was it worth it? Totally.

“Malyshka, come help” she said softly, you were deeply focused on your conversation with Billy so you never noticed the way Tommy and Wanda were silently bickering.

You looked at her, ready to stand up but Tommy was faster. He pulled you down to his side, in between him and his brother. He tickled you and started placing kisses all over your face.

“Go away” you giggled, unaware of the deadly stare Wanda was sending to his son. But Tommy kept going, totally ignoring his mother.

But in that moment, Billy noticed. At first, he was deeply confused. And then it dawned on him that his brother was pushing his mother’s buttons. And he was in for the ride.

They loved messing with Wanda.

“Okay okay, stop” you said pushing Tommy away “I need to help”

Billy grabbed your waist, keeping you firm. You looked at him but he gave you a soft smile “Tommy can help mom” he said holding back a smirk. He looked at his brother, his twin was already shaking his head behind you but then Tommy understood Billy for once was siding with him “Right, bro?”

“Yeah, you had mom all to yourself for a whole week, princess. Share with me” he placed a last kiss on your forehead and stood up to go to the kitchen. For you, it was a sweet gesture since you were unfamiliar with the twins’ dynamic with their mother. But the redhead knew better.

Wanda huffed and rolled her eyes, half playfully half really annoyed at her child. But she would not let him win.

She also got used to all your attention. Ignoring the fact that she actually had to share you with the twins. You were hers, and she really didn’t want to share you with them. Childish? Maybe. But she waited for you all her life, if anything she had more right to you than them.

She was ready to put up a fight.

“What do you think you are doing?” she muttered to her son, smiling softly at you when you looked at her. And you smiled back.

Tommy moved around, chopping some fruit for a salad as Wanda grilled some chicken. From the outside, it looked like they were chatting falling into a domestic dynamic.

“I don’t know what you mean, dear mother” Tommy said grinning. And she rolled her eyes “did I do something wrong?” ever since he was a kid, playing as the innocent child was his favourite role. And his mother knew it.

She walked towards him, her nails lingering on his neck. She leaned, and he shivered. But he wouldn’t back down, he just found his new favourite game.

“Two can play this game, my love” she whispered dangerously, smirking when she noticed the slight tension in her son’s shoulders.

“Actually, dear mother” he said finally gaining back his strength “three can play this game”

She stopped on her tracks, realising what Tommy meant. Wanda glanced at her other son. Billy was smirking her way, rubbing circles on your back as you rested your head on his chest, too focused on the TV to notice.

Then a dangerous glint appeared on her eyes. She pulled Tommy’s hair softly, touching his scalp and he gasped not used to this side of his mother. She never behaved around their father that way, she was always a loving and devoted mother in their eyes. But her true self was coming out.

She seemed savage.

“Game on, sweetie”

(—)

You enjoyed working. Stark’s firm had a nice environment for you. You were a junior lawyer, had a small office and sometimes you had the privilege to work with Tony Stark himself. But going back to work was awfully painful when you realised you had to go back to your place and sleep. Alone. In your bed.

So when Sunday night arrived, you were all pouty. Wanda walked you to your door, and kissed you goodnight. But it was a long kiss, because you refused to let her go. And she kept giggling at your antics but letting you kiss her all you wanted.

Neither one wanted to let go, but it was like you both agreed silently not to rush things. But knowing that, didn’t help when you woke up missing her body next to you.

You groaned and took your phone before even getting out of bed, ready to message her. Just to find that the twins created a group chat with you and their mother named “Mommy Issues”. You laughed but found it extremely sweet.

Troublemaker💀: Morning, princess. Lunch today? 😽

The twins always managed to make time for you during the week. Sometimes they took turns so they could have some time alone with you, but mostly they always showed up together. So you could just assume they created the group chat so their mother could fall into schedule. Which was pretty helpful so you didn’t have to choose between them.

In reality, Billy created it so they could keep driving their mother to the edge. They messaged you constantly, they were just letting their mother watch. Remind her that you were theirs first.

Hubby🥹: Morning, wifey! Should we try the new restaurant near your building? Love you 💕

You smiled. They always remembered the little things, even when Tommy made it seem he was bored when you got nerdy or Billy talked over you excited to chime in.

Woman of my dreams😍: Good morning, moya lyubov’! Miss you already ❤️😘

Woman of my dreams😍: Morning, kids 🙄 why the name of the group chat?

You giggled. Your heart fluttered when Wanda chimed in. She barely messaged you, but to be fair you basically spent the last week glued to each other so it wasn’t really necessary. Wanda being part of your morning routine felt just right.

You: Good morning, gorgeous🙂‍↕️💕 Miss u too ♡ did you sleep well?

You: Morning, asshole! Morning, hubby! Sure, see u there?

You decided to put down your phone and get ready. And you showered, had breakfast because Wanda made you promise you would eat something, and made your way out.

And as you walked to work, your phone kept buzzing on your pocket. The twins usually tried to respect your time, knowing your routine as if it was their own. But maybe they messaged Wanda constantly, so you didn’t mind.

If only you could see them, you would’ve known the truth. Billy and Tommy were laughing on their way out of their apartment, giving each other ideas on how to keep messing with their mother. And Wanda was groaning, alone in her bed. She was moody because you weren’t there, and her children were calling you all these sweet pet names, messaging you before she could, pushing her buttons. But she smirked, already planning her next move.

You arrived to the office, gently greeting people as they congratulated you for the wedding that never happened, and you sighed when you finally sat down in your office. And you picked your phone.

Troublemaker💀: You misspelled my love, princess 👹 It’s okay, we all make mistakes. We will pick you up for lunch😼

Troublemaker💀: Morning, mother 🫡 don’t you love the name? 🤠

Hubby🥹: Morning, mom! I think the name fits our dynamic tbh 🥰 Love you 💖

Woman of my dreams😍: I slept alright, malyshka ❤️ Dreamed of you!!! Did you sleep well? Missed your body next to me.

Woman of my dreams😍: Love you too, my sweet boy.

Troublemaker💀: Ew, mother! We are right here.

Woman of my dreams😍: Get used to it, Thomas. And also, get to work!

You chuckled. Reading their banter was something that really felt right. For a moment, you were scared you had to divide your attention. Not sure you would be able to fit in their family. But they were making it work. Making you feel welcomed, like you could be yourself when the three were around.

There was no hiding from them to be with Wanda. The twins teased you, but they never made you feel like it was wrong, or like they were disgusted. It felt perfect.

(—)

Wanda arrived to your office twenty minutes before the twins.

Turned out Tony was her lawyer, she met him through Natasha when she needed someone to handle the club’s paperwork and he was currently managing her divorce. And she told you about the coincidence and you were thrilled that she knew your boss. So she decided to use that connection to get to you.

The security guard let her in after giving Wanda instructions to find your office. And she was there, in the elevator, holding your favourite flowers and feeling a little nervous.

Maybe she initially wanted to crash your lunch date with the twins, but they also gave her the perfect opportunity to see you since she wasn’t sure about your schedule or if she would be able to meet with you throughout the week.

Her little war with the twins was fun, but she didn’t want you to feel used when you finally noticed. So she had to be very careful not to push you into that dark side.

The redhead walked around your floor like she owned the place. A few people glance over her, drawn by her powerful aura. And she was used to it, she loved the effect she had on people. You were the only one that had the power to make her melt, turn her into a gelatine and make her feel she was like a teen having her first crush. The worst part? You didn’t even notice.

She inhale softly, trying to calm her nerves. And then she knocked on your door. A tempered glass door that didn’t let her look inside. Wanda heard a soft ‘come in’ and she opened the door just to find you focused on some papers and taking notes.

Your hair was in a messy bun, a few strands of hair falling down on your face as you read. Her sweater was on the back of your chair, leaving you only in a white shirt that had the sleeves up. And you were biting your lip softly. She almost moaned, finding you extremely sexy as she watched you in your element.

Your eyes glanced over the door, looking up and down until you actually took in your girlfriend’s image. You dropped your pen, surprise all written over your face. And you stood up in a rushed movement, your thighs colliding with your desk making you groan softly but you ignored the pain as you clumsily managed to reach Wanda.

She chuckled as soon as your hands landed on her waist and you gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek “Are you okay, malyshka? That looked like it hurt” she cradled your jaw with her free hand.

You huffed and smiled sheepishly “I’m totally fine” you lied and she knew it, but decided not to comment on it because you wanted to look tough “But you can kiss it better if you want”

Her laughter filled your office and your stomach fluttered at the sound of it. Wanda threw her head back, letting you admire the necklace that matched yours. Your smile widened.

“You are cute” she said softly as you managed to pull her in and close your door so you could have some privacy.

Wanda offered you the flowers, noticing how your eyes lighted up. You excused yourself to find someone that could give you a vase and she took that as an opportunity to look around.

It wasn’t a big office, but spacious enough to not look cramped. Windows from ceiling to floor, a few shelves on one of the walls that had a pair of pictures and plants on it, your desk with your laptop and papers spread all over and a photo frame, your chair and two armchairs in front and a small round table in the corner. It wasn’t much but somehow it looked like you.

She decided to sit on your desk in front of your chair, steadying her self with one hand against the desk and her legs crossed. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and red blouse along with a pair of heels. If anything, she looked like she belonged in the building.

You came back with the flowers already in a crystal vase that you put down on the round table. Gasping when you notice Wanda looking at you over her shoulder with hungry eyes. You walked towards her and she signal you to sit on your chair as she uncrossed her legs and pulled you closer to her.

For a moment, she imagined you rolling up her skirt so you could eat her out. Making a mental note to make it happen as soon as she signed the divorce papers and holding back a moan at the thought.

Your eyes darkened and she noticed that you probably were thinking the same thing. But you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from actually fucking the redhead right then and there.

“Did you come to sign the divorce papers?” you asked hopeful because honestly, you really wanted to taste her again.

She cradled your jaw, rubbing small circles on your cheek and smiled softly “No, malysh. I will do that on Friday, though” you pouted and she chuckled. You rested your head in her lap and she stroke your hair “But I was in the neighbourhood and wanted to surprise you. Do you want me to leave?” it was a small lie, at least the neighbourhood part.

You shook your head. Your hands caressing her soft legs and tightening around them at the thought of her leaving.

“No, no. I loved the surprise” you murmured “come to see me as much as you want, I don’t mind the company”

She push you off gently, getting down the desk to straddle your lap. Noticing the black slacks you were wearing, making you look even hotter in her eyes.

Your hands grabbed her hips, steadying her and holding her close. And she leaned to kiss your lips.

It started slow and gentle. The type of kiss that meant ‘I missed you’. But soon she was rolling her hips as the kiss heated up. You both moaned into each other’s lips, and you sneaked a hand under her skirt. She grunted breaking the kiss.

“Detka” she warned leaning her forehead against yours “Someone could walk in” lie, she didn’t even mind if someone did, but she was also losing it as the days passed yearning your touch. She was trying to stay firm on her own decision.

You captured her lips again “Don’t care” kissed her again, biting her lower lip. Your fingers ran over her underwear, making her moan against your lips as she felt the wetness ruining her panties “I need to taste you so bad, mommy” you murmured, not really breaking the kiss “I want to be inside you”

You played with her panties, pulling them to the side enough for your fingers to get soaked. You both moaned as you played with her clit, her hands tightening their grip on your hair. She was about to say yes, drunk on your touch.

“Mom?”

You broke the kiss immediately. Leaning against your chair, making Wanda groan under her breath at the loss of your hand. The redhead tried to fix her smudged lips before she turned to look at Billy, that was standing on the entrance of your office with his cheeks flushed. Not really jumping off your lap.

“Oh Billy, my love!” she greeted innocently “How you got here?”

“The security guard… what are you doing here?” he squinted, watching her mom getting off your lap, as you stood up to follow her around your desk.

You smiled at Billy, softly kissing his cheek and he signal your lips where your makeup was smudged. Your cheeks flushed trying to clean yourself.

“She came to give me these” you pointed the vase on your table and he glanced over there “Is it lunchtime already?”

“Yeah, Tommy and I were waiting but you weren’t answering your phone” his eyes were back to Wanda, who was grinning behind you, holding your waist to keep you close.

“Oh yeah, your lunch date” she said like she forgot “I’m sorry for keeping you entertained, malysh. I will let you go now” she kissed your cheek, your eyes closing as her hands rubbed your sides.

“Why don’t you join us?” you turned around to look at her, smiling softly as you pecked her lips “I bet the twins wouldn’t mind, right Billy?” you looked at your best friend, his eyes softened when he looked at you.

“Sure mom” he said trying to hide the annoyance at his mom, and Wanda smiled triumphantly. Then Billy knew she planned the whole thing.

“Oh but I don’t want to impose myself in your private time” she said still smiling and you were unaware of their silent exchange.

“You wouldn’t, I promise. The twins and I can always have lunch alone tomorrow” you said softly, breaking her embrace as you walked to grab your purse “Give me a minute, I’ll see you in the elevator. I just have to do something real quick”

They both agreed, leaving your office side to side. Wanda still had her triumphant smile and Billy was still staring at his mother like she just crossed a line.

He called the elevator and sighed “Mom what are you really doing here?”

“What? I can’t visit my girlfriend now?” she asked with faux-hurt “Besides her boss is my lawyer, I just killed two birds with one stone”

She was lying about visiting Tony, they both knew that. But Wanda was determined to win this game even if she had to play dirty. So Billy just hummed, pretending like it was all a coincidence even if it wasn’t and warning his brother while waiting for you.

You appeared when the elevator arrived, grinning when looking both at them as they talked softly about Billy’s work. Your best friend smiled, holding your hand and kissing your cheek.

“Ready?”

You nodded, your other hand finding Wanda’s. And she smiled.

(—)

It took you the entire week to start noticing the bickering between Wanda and the twins.

The three of them were showering you in attention. They visited your apartment more than once during the week, bought you your favourite things, messaged the group chat constantly trying to gain your attention first and managed to ‘coincidentally’ ran into your private moments with each.

And at first it was sweet. But by Friday it was getting overwhelming.

You loved being around them, but they were also messing with your working hours with surprise arrivals. And you weren’t even sure why nor you find it in your heart to make them stop.

But when Wanda invited you to the loft for dinner on Friday to celebrate the divorce, and the twins arrived unannounced, you snapped.

It was supposed to be a romantic dinner that totally meant you were going to get fucked your brains out that night. But now they were managing to fight over you, moving you around the loft as if you were a rag doll.

Wanda was finishing dinner trying to make more food for the twins, asking you to help her as she held you close just for Tommy to ask for you attention trying to show you the new video game he was working on and Billy kept asking what type of music you were in the mood to listen.

“Okay that’s enough!” you finally said, louder than you intended. The three of them stood still, surprised by your outburst and falling into complete silence “Someone wants to tell me what’s going on?”

Wanda and the twins exchanged a look. The type of look that meant they fucked up by being too invested in their own little game.

“What do you mean, princess?” Tommy asked softly trying to caress your cheek but you smacked his hand away “Ouch!”

“Don’t play dumb, Thomas” you gritted your teeth and he backed off raising his hands in surrender “The three are driving me crazy, I cannot listen to all of you at the same time and I definitely can’t be in three places at once”

Wanda walked to your side, grabbing your hips gently and pulling you close. She kissed your temple, trying to calm you down since you were trembling with frustration.

“We are sorry, moya lyubov’” she whispered. She felt guilty because she let the game get out of hand, not noticing that maybe it could be too much for you “We- well there’s no actual explanation. I’m sorry, detka”

Her voice was grounding. You relaxed under her arms when she wrapped herself around you. Kissing your neck softly with a lot of regret for her behaviour.

The twins got closer to the counter. They both looked guilty as well, scratching the back of their necks, pouting a little since you caught them and trying to think of ways to make it better.

“I’m sorry, wifey” Billy finally said, catching your attention. You looked irritated but mostly, tired “We aren’t used to sharing your time” he admitted softly.

It was true. It started as a challenge to piss Wanda off but after she managed to crash your lunch date on Monday, they took it personal.

Before Wanda came, the twins had your undivided attention. Yeah, they sometimes shared you a little with Yelena and Kate but their friends never stepped on their toes. But their mother came in and basically abducted you, and the worst part was you were actually letting her.

And they were happy for you both, but never imagined that your dynamic would change when they made peace with the fact that Wanda was falling in love with you. They wanted to see their mother happy, they wanted to keep watching you in the blissful state you always found yourself when the redhead was around. But they didn’t think they had to share you that much. Or actually fight their mother over you.

“Yeah, princess” Tommy breathed out “but if anything, it’s your fault you spoiled us all these years” he grimaced as Billy smacked the back of his head and Wanda glared at him “I’m trying to light the mood, god”

But this time Tommy didn’t make you laugh as you stayed silent for a few minutes, letting the weight of their actions settle in the room. Wanda and the twins were a little tense, trying to figure out if you were going to snap at them again or leave or simply let it go.

And you were just trying to process what they were saying. Furrowing your brows at the thought of the twins feeling left out. In all honesty, you didn’t think they felt that way. Nor that Wanda was pushing them away. But they managed to make it a problem instead of actually talking to you.

You thought they were welcoming you to their family, not actually fighting over you. And you were too used to their attention that you never imagined they were trying to hold tight to your dynamic with them.

It wasn’t easy, that was true. Because Wanda had this effect on you, always managing to catch your attention, always finding a way to keep you on her side that you didn’t notice that even when the twins were there, they haven’t touched you as much as they used to.

The memories of the last week flooded your mind. The first lunch date where for the first time they weren’t sitting next to you, playing with your hair, stealing your food. The night when you were watching movies all curled up with the redhead instead of cuddling with Tommy. The ride at midnight to the store with Billy where you ended up at the loft leaving some chocolates to your girlfriend instead of just being with Billy. The less attention you gave them when having lunch alone with them because you were messaging Wanda, sending her pictures of your food, making sure she knew you wished she was also there.

Wanda didn’t ask for those things, at least not openly even when she was fighting the twins. She tried to respect your time with them even when she was there and she didn’t want to share. It was a game, not an actual war. But maybe she took it too far, maybe she pushed back more than she intended too. She felt guilty.

“I’m sorry” you finally said. The three looked at you shocked “I didn’t mean for you guys to feel like you don’t have a place in my life. I thought- “ your voice cracked a little, tears filled your eyes but you tried to push the guilt down “I thought everything was okay, you were there and I felt so happy to have you all for myself that didn’t stop to actually think you needed your own space around me”

You broke free from Wanda and walked to hug the twins, and they moved to put you in between them. Tommy kissed your cheeks, and Billy kissed your temple while both whispered how sorry they were.

They also knew they took it too far. After all, they just wanted to mess with their mother thinking it would be fun. Not imagining she would actually get too possessive over you. Not thinking they would just overwhelmed you if they kept pushing.

“And you” your eyes met Wanda’s, not letting go of the twins yet “What’s your excuse, pretty lady?” you asked, smirking when Wanda’s cheeks blushed and started playing with her fingers nervously.

“I- I didn’t what to share” she stuttered, feeling ashamed of her childish behaviour “I just wanted you for myself” she admitted, and her sons noticed it was the first time they saw her being shy “I’m sorry, malyshka”

You patted the twins shoulder and they reluctantly let you go, but before you went to hug Wanda, you stopped to give a kiss on their cheeks.

“Is that so?” you teased her, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her lips softly and ignoring the faux disgusted sounds the twins made “You know I’m yours, right?” you said gently and she nodded.

“Hey!” both twins said and you chuckled.

“Yeah, live with it boys. I’m her girlfriend” you said not even looking back at them, your eyes focused on Wanda’s shy but proud smile “But I’m also yours, dummies. Just not in the same way” you finally looked at them, letting Wanda’s arms wrap around you as she rested her chin on your shoulder “And you all are going to learn how to share” they all hummed in agreement “Now, twins set the table while I help your mother finish dinner” you commanded.

“You are not my mom, princess” Tommy rolled his eyes but walked to the kitchen to grab some plates.

“I thought we agreed on me being mama” you teased him and Billy snorted when Tommy groaned “Go help him, William” you said glaring at him and he rushed to help his brother.

Wanda chuckled behind you, burying her nose on your hair “You look so sexy handling them” she whispered in your ear.

You turned to look at her with a teasing smile. You leaned closer to her, your hot breath against her ear. You bit her earlobe, making her hold back a moan.

“You are not off the hook yet, mommy” you whispered in her ear “You will have to fuck me good tonight if you want to be forgiven”

This time, she actually grunted as she watched you walk around the kitchen to finish dinner.

(—)

Dinner went well.

Wanda still sat beside you but the twins were the ones to sat her there and took the chairs in front of you. They chatted about their jobs. Tommy was a video game developer and Billy was a software engineer, both were nerds that worked together. And you watched Wanda pretend she understood half the things they were saying. Humming while eating and rubbing circles in your thigh.

Wanda also reminded them to call their father since she knew they usually forget to do it, and the twins carefully watched over you searching for any discomfort just to find you agreeing with their mother.

And then they asked Wanda about the club. They were too curious about it since their mother wouldn’t let them visit, complaining that you could and telling her it was unfair just for the redhead to tell them you actually were a girl and it had nothing to do with your relationship. Still, you managed to mock them for not being able to go.

Wanda also shared the news of her opening a new club in the city. A LGBTQ+ night club far from the same concept of ‘The Scarlet Witch’, and Tommy groaned asking when was it gonna be his turn since he was straight. And Billy and you snorted while Wanda reminded him that he could actually go to that night club with an amused smile.

By the time dessert arrived, Wanda and the twins set the actual pace of their new dynamic. Sharing you like they were supposed to do from the beginning. Giving each other the space to have your attention while talking.

“Oh, I brought you something” Tommy said, standing up to grab his coat and sitting next to you “I’ve been meaning to give it to you since we got back, but kept forgetting” he started explaining while showing you a gold bracelet that had engraved ‘Tommy’s princess’ and you chuckled but let him put it on your left wrist “You have Billy’s ring, mother’s necklace and I thought it was only fair I also made myself part of the set” he grinned looking at you, blue eyes shining with hope and love that was reserved just for you.

Wanda let go of your other hand for you to stand up and straddle Tommy’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling the way he relaxed under you. He buried his nose in your hair and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“It’s really pretty. Thank you, my love” you said kissing his cheek.

“Finally I’m back to be your love!” he exclaimed, making you laugh while you went back to your seat and grabbed Wanda’s hand again.

“Careful, bro. Mom might just kill you” Billy teased, and Wanda grinned behind her wine-glass as you squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“I would die happy, let me tell you” Tommy went back to his seat next to Billy, as they clinked their glasses in agreement.

And Wanda’s voice sounded so sexy when she said “Oh, don’t worry about it twins. I don’t need her to call me love when I have her calling me…”

“Okay I think it’s time for you guys to go, your mother and I have a lot to talk about” you interrupted Wanda, standing up with your cheeks flushed. And Wanda laughed, licking her lips as she watched her sons looking confused.

They stood up and you started pushing them towards the door. And they tried to protest.

“I thought we were gonna watch a movie” Tommy said when you threw him his coat.

“We can help you both clean” Billy offered not ready to leave since he thought it was a nice evening.

Wanda leaned against the half wall that divided the living room and the dinning room, smirking behind her wine-glass. Watching you fighting with the twins, almost begging for them to leave.

Yeah, she won the game after all.

“Princess, I forgot…”

“I don’t know, I don’t care. See you in the morning for breakfast, it’s on you by the way” you said pushing them out and locking the door behind you.

You leaned against it, panting because the twins were way taller than you and definitely stronger than you. And Wanda watched you with amusement.

“So… I wash and you dry or…” she gasped when you walked towards her, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to her bedroom “Malysh, let me-“ you snatched her glass away and put it on the nightstand. And then you pushed her onto the bed, climbing over her lap and taking your shirt off. And she moaned at the sight.

“Now, mommy. We don’t need the twins to know how I call you, do we?” you said when you leaned to whisper on her ear. She chuckled, grabbing your hips to push you to her side and straddled your hips.

“You look so hot desperate” she kissed your neck “but don’t forget who is actually in charge, pretty girl” she sucked your neck, leaving a bruise and making you grind your hips against hers.

“Yes, mommy” you panted when she finally looked at you with darkened eyes “Now let’s baptise this bed. Just like you wanted” you winked.

And Wanda laughed out loud, making you feel like you were on the top of the world.

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PEPPER POTTS in THE AVENGERS 2012 — dir. 🤮 Joss Whedon 🤮

[bishovapls]

Hai again! Its 😸 here... i don't want to rush you at all but i was wondering if you have any new writing coming for us soon i need it i need it 🙏🏻😭

Hello!! It’s so lovely to hear from you again. I hope you’re doing well. At the moment, there are actually two parts in the works!

The next main update is the secret coming out. Kate and Yelena will confront Natasha, Wanda, and the reader. It will be awkward in places, but hopefully funny too. I’ve written quite a bit of it already, but something about it still isn’t quite landing the way I want, so it needs a little more time and effort.

The second one came from a request I couldn’t resist diving into even though the other one isn't finished, it’s mostly just a smutty fic where Wanda’s ovulating and incredibly needy. It may or may not be the moment the reader gets her first taste of watching some proper Wandanat action (and yes, absolutely gets wrecked in the process). It’s still in its early stages, but the idea has me excited, and I’m really looking forward to fleshing it out properly.

That said, the past week or so has been a lot, I've had a lot of stuff I've had to do, and I pushed myself a bit too hard and ended up in a flare-up with my disability, so now I’m being forced to slow down and rest. I’ve only been awake for about three hours today and my flare up meds are already trying to drag me back to sleep, so there will probably be no writing today 😬

But, I promise more fics are on the way, I just need a bit of time to get through this little crash. Thank you so much for being patient and for being invested enough to ask about the updates; it genuinely means the world to me that you care so much about my little fics 🩵

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[bishovapls]

Hello! I was wondering what gave you the motivation to start writing the Our Little One universe? And also if there are any ideas you had for the universe that you just ended up trashing because you weren’t a fan of it?

My motivation started with reading fics on AO3. At the time, I was hooked on two fics in particular: Collision Course and A Room of Your Own. They completely lodged the idea in my head and refused to let go. Before those, I didn’t really read much ‘x reader’ content, I usually stuck to ships but those stories changed everything. After that, I dove headfirst into those kinds of fics on both AO3 and Tumblr. People just write Wandanat x reader so beautifully, whether it’s layered with backstory and plot or completely unhinged in the absolute best kind of smut. Those fics had me in a chokehold, and I wanted so bad to write something too.

Then one night, I was lying in bed trying to sleep, and the idea for You Make Such Pretty Sounds When You're Sorry, hit me. I got up, wrote it out, posted it... and then people actually liked how I'd written it. Which blew my mind. Then there were requests for more, and so much love and support, it just made me even more motivated. (I’m a shameless slut for validation, it’s who I am. Give me a compliment and I’ll probably do anything for you. It’s a problem.)

As for ideas I’ve trashed... they’ve usually been pulled right back out of the bin 😬. Like, the whole sub drop arc was something I had in mind early on, but I shelved it for a while because I wasn’t sure if the angst would land or if anyone would be into it. Same goes for the bit about Wanda and Natasha knowing Kate and Yelena, I’ve gone back and forth on that so many times, but it’s officially being written now, so that idea is also back from the bin. I just argue with myself until I give in, and usually the conclusion is: fuck it, if I can make it work, then it’s a good enough idea. This mindset will absolutely bite me in the arse when the next idea is actual trash, but hey, it’s worked out so far.

Anyway, sorry for the long ramble 😬 thank you for the questions!!🩵

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I've been chuckling since I had this thought but in CH-verse, how badly would Natasha lose her marbles if Wanda enchanted the strap? If it would trip her up at all, that is.

Lmaooo, CH-verse Natasha completely lost it when the strap wasn't even enchanted (though let’s be honest, Wanda saying ‘use your little slut’ definitely didn’t help 😬). Honestly, if it were, I’m sure she’d cum in 0.2 seconds from pure excitement, then absolutely rail Wanda so hard in revenge that she wouldn’t know what hit her...followed, of course, by a swift apology, a touch of guilt and self-loathing, and the softest aftercare imaginable.

[bishovapls]

I just finished reading the Little One universe, and oh my god!!! This has to be the best series of wandanat I've ever read! I am literally so obsessed, keep it up queen!!!

- 🫶🏻 (if it isn't already taken 🙏🏻)

Thank you so much 🥺🥺 I'm hoping to get some more parts out soon!

🫶🏻 is not taken, it's all yours! I'm so happy to have you here 🩵 May I ask your age and pronouns??

[bishovapls]

Lavender Marriage — The Bachelorette

Summary: When your best friend proposed to you, offering you an escape from your families, from expectations, you said yes. But as the wedding got closer, you weren’t so sure about your decision. Still, the show must go on right?

Pairing: top!dom-ish!Wanda Maximoff x bottom!fem!reader

Warnings(+18): mentions of Billy Maximoff x reader relationship, cheating (but not really), mentions of homophobia, mommy kink, fingering, thigh humping, alcohol.

you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina.

A/N: Hey there! It’s been some time since I’ve written anything so I feel a little out of my element. However I couldn’t get this out of my head. My apologies in advance for any mistakes, this is not proofread.

Part one | Part two | Part three

You were playing absentmindedly with the ring on your finger. Yelena and Kate were singing their lungs out to “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” in the front seat and your window was rolled down letting the New York cold air hit your face.

It was supposed to be a fun night with two of your best friends, even when you didn’t know where you were headed to. However, the heaviness on your chest wasn’t leaving anytime soon. It was getting hard to breathe in the car and your fingers kept tapping on your thigh anxiously.

You knew how you ended up in that position. And even when you didn’t regret it, some part of you wish you did.

(—)

Hazel eyes were looking at you across the table. Your hand was being held by his soft hands while he rubbed circles on the back of your hand trying to ease the shock. His smile was wobbly while he waited for your answer but your voice was gone the second he started talking and you felt your stomach hurting and maybe ready to throw up your expensive dinner.

The weight of your decision was getting dense in the air. You knew you had to say yes for both of your sakes but still, you wanted to fight back and scream that this was not suppose to be your happy ending. However, the mere picture of your parents being proud of you for a moment, made your heart ache.

“Yes, I’ll do it” you breathed out, letting your chest relax when the words came out. He smiled, but it wasn’t reaching his eyes. You both knew this was self-preservation.

“I will get you a ring, I promise” he said softly, his cheeks softly pink when he let go of your hand. He cleaned the sweat out of his palms with the cloth napkin and gave a long sip to his wine glass.

“You don’t have to” you replied trying to smile back at him. The ache on your chest settling down on the pit of your stomach. This was good, this was suppose to be freeing for the two of you. Why was it feeling so wrong though?

(—)

He did get you a ring. The ring that was dancing around your finger while your nails dug into your thigh skin nervously. All your close friends knew about the plan. Knew this was a charade for your parents and Billy’s parents. And even when they all tried to talk you out of it, you both were stubborn enough to keep the wedding preparations going.

That’s how you ended up in the back of Yelena’s car on your way to your bachelorette. The blonde refused to give out details, she even refused to listen when you said you didn’t need one for your fake marriage and still she said that it was necessary for the sake of keeping appearances. And when your mother arrived to your tiny apartment two weeks before the engagement party, you knew you had to listen to Yelena this time.

Your parents seemed to be happy with the news. Happier than the moment you told them you got accepted into Harvard. Happier than when you called them to tell them you passed the bar exam. Happier than when they heard you landed a nice job at Stark’s firm. None of that seemed to matter, to be perfect enough for them. But the second you told them you were getting married to a man, your mother had screamed on the phone and your father had left out a sigh of relief that sounded more like “Not a lesbian, good”. You knew they were scared of you being a lesbian, that wouldn’t had looked good for them, and still when you heard them your heart broke reaffirming that you made the right choice. Hid your true self.

The car stopped but you didn’t notice. Your gaze was lost in memories that did nothing but keep digging your own hole. Kate waved her hand in front of you with a worried look and furrowed brows, startling you a little.

“We are here, princess” Yelena said appearing next to her girlfriend, a wide mischievous grin and sparkly eyes.

She opened the door and you took in her casual outfit. Black jeans, a white shirt, a leather jacket and her combat boots. You tilted your head slightly and looked over to Kate, she was at least wearing a black suit.

“Why am I the only one in a dress?” you asked narrowing your eyes.

Kate had pushed for you to wear a tight black dress and heels, and they both knew you hated heels. And still, Kate persuaded you to wear them saying you were going to a nice place and you needed to look your best self.

Yelena rolled her eyes “Because you are getting some tonight and I don’t need to try hard for that” the brunette punched Yelena’s arm and the later one grimaced.

“You must’ve forgotten my mother is at my place, I will not bring a girl over” you sighed. Your knuckles turning white around your phone.

Your best friends knew how difficult was your mother, if anything you spent your college years ranting and venting about her. But even then, at the age of twenty-six and endless therapy sessions trying to make amends with yourself, you seemed to yearn her approval. That’s what got you in this position in the first place.

“That’s why I brought you here” the blonde said pointing to the entrance of the place.

In that moment you noticed you were in some place far away from the city. A mansion was standing in front of you in the middle of a huge garden, a red carpet rolled down the stairs like you were some type of movie star, two tall men in the entrance that looked like they could kill someone with their bare hands and cars all over the roundabout. A big neon sign gave out the name, “The Scarlet Witch”.

“This looks expensive” you pointed out “We are leaving”.

You tried to turn around to get back in the car but some valet guy had drove away with it and Yelena’s cold hand was already on your wrist. She pouted and you shook your head.

“Billy gave us money” she started and you huffed “He said to take you some nice place. After all it was his idea getting married and pretend you both are straight” she joked but you kept still not budging “Come on, it’s a really private place and God knows you need this.”

Kate’s hand landed on your shoulder and gave you a gentle squeeze “What Lena is trying to say is, we have this covered and tonight it’s all about you” her soft smile eased up a little of the tension that was building up inside of you. You offered them a tired sigh and rolled your eyes playfully.

“Fine, but the first round comes out of Lena’s pocket and not my future husband’s” you flipped off Yelena and she stuck out her tongue but chuckled after.

They helped you up the stairs, Yelena’s hand firm on your waist at your right and your left arm locked with Kate’s. When you reached the top, you noticed one of the bodyguards had a clipboard in his hands. His face was serious, hair brushed perfectly to the back, an earbud on his right ear and a perfect tailored suit.

“And how are we getting in, anyway?” you whispered when his eyes met yours, feeling shy under his assessing gaze.

“Watch” the blonde grinned and walk to the man with a wide smile “Hey, big guy” she said softly with a playful grin.

“Won’t work if you are not on the list” he said firmly, his eyes setting on Yelena, unamused.

“Oof- tough crowd, I like that” she teased but the man was unimpressed, like this was a common thing “Anyway, could you get me the Black Widow here?” his eyes shifted with interest at that name.

“Hey, red. Winter Soldier here, some blonde is looking for you” he said through the comms, his stare fixated on Yelena with suspicion “Name?” he asked.

“Tell her it’s her little sister” Yelena replied. The man followed as instructed and then gave a nod. He went back to his firm position like a soldier waiting for instructions.

Minutes passed and you shifted uncomfortably next to Kate that was rubbing circles on your arm trying to ease you. Yelena looked at you with excitement and her thumbs up like everything was working according to plan. Soon a blonde woman appeared on the entrance wearing a pair of slacks and a blue blouse. Green eyes studying you and Kate before turning soft the moment they landed on Yelena.

“Sestra” she greeted Yelena opening her arms and pulling your best friend into an embrace. The old one caressed Yelena’s cheeks and gave her a soft kiss on both.

“Stop! You are embarrassing me” Yelena said pushing away and looking over at you. Her sister laughed and pointed to the men to let you three in. You walked behind Yelena and her sister, taking in the big lobby of the house. Lights were dimmed and the place was full of red roses.

“What are you doing here?” Yelena’s sister asked when you all stopped in front of the cloakroom. You three dropped your coats and bags on the table and waited for your ticket.

“You remember Kate?” Yelena said pointing out to her girlfriend, the brunette just waved shyly. The old blonde nodded and offered her a soft smile “Well, and this is my best friend (Y/N), I told you about her. (Y/N), this is Natasha. My sister” you smiled softly, clearly intimidated under Natasha’s gaze.

Her green eyes navigated your whole body before setting in your eyes. You blushed when she offered you a smirk. “Oh, the fake wife” she chuckled and you shifted your legs.

“I guess that’s me, yeah” you muttered throwing daggers at Yelena “A pleasure to meet you” you offered your hand to Natasha but she limited to stare at it curiously tilting her head when you dropped your arm. She seemed amused but decided on cutting you off some slack.

After getting your ticket, Natasha started walking towards a big pair of wooden doors. She pushed them open, letting you take in the place. Music was loud enough in the background but you could still talk and there were women all over the place. Some sitting in leather couches and laughing, other hanging at the bar and some others dancing. Strobe lights all over, girl bartenders and waitresses moving around.

“Welcome to The Scarlet Witch, ladies” Natasha gave you a mischievous smile “A girls only bar, where you can show your real desires” she whispered on your ear and you shivered feeling her warm breath against your skin “I opened a tab under my code name, I’ll invite you some drinks to celebrate the wife to be” she teased and you wanted to punch Yelena for mentioning your situation to her sister “the rest is up to you. If you want to use one of the private rooms, give them my code name again” she wiggled her brows and you refrained from rolling your eyes at the teasing. They really were sisters “If you use it with me, it’s free of charge” her eyes fixed on you.

“Hey now! That’s my best friend, you creep” Yelena groaned and Natasha’s grin turned wider

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever” Natasha sighed “Call me if you need anything”

She walked away swaying her hips and looking at you one last time over her shoulder with a smirk. You blushed and tried to focus on your steps while your friends pulled you to some corner. You let yourself plop on the leather couch, Kate sitting in front of you with a soft smile and Yelena was already ordering some drinks.

You hummed at the music, trying to push back the thought of the wedding. A girl’s big dream, they said. And still, you felt like you were about to commit a crime. You closed your eyes trying to settle the feeling, reminding yourself that at least you were doing it with your best friend, that he loved you the way you loved him and everything was just to fill expectations from your families.

“Here you go” Kate said offering you a shot of tequila and moving to sit beside you “You okay?” she asked when you drank the whole thing and grimace when the lemon juice reached your tongue after.

“Yeah, all good” you lied. She knew you were lying anyway, but after months of trying to talk you out of it, she knew it was better not to push. “Just tired with all the wedding stuff”

“Have you met Billy’s parents yet?” her eyes were soft and grounding, letting you know that everything would be okay at the end and you were doing this to free yourself from your family.

You stole her shot from her hand, the question making you more nervous than it should “Nope” you popped your lips and squeezed more lemon juice “Will do at the engagement party”

She nodded and took your hand in between hers “You know it’s not too late to stop all of this” she squeezed your hand gently and you looked into her eyes trying to find the grounding they were offering. And still, you were too deep into your own lies that you couldn’t see the exit.

“It is too late, Kate” you gritted your teeth and shut your eyes holding back tears “But it’s okay. We will be happy together, united by friendship and marriage while we try to find real love” you shrugged and took a deep breath before smiling softly “If this will get my parents off my back, I will do it” and you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince her or yourself.

Yelena sat across from you, holding the tequila bottle after fighting the waitress over it and looking triumphant when she managed to snatched it away. She served you another shot and you took it without thinking twice.

“Easy, tiger. You will get wasted before my toast” she grinned and for once you were glad at least someone was having their time of their lives with the wedding “To fake marriages! Let your first divorce be as dramatic as this whole wedding already is!” you snorted and Kate shook her head smiling at her girlfriend’s words. You cheered and took another shot, the alcohol only warming your throat a little bit more.

(—)

To no one’s surprise, Kate was the first one to get wasted. She was dancing on top of the coffee table and hugging a bottle of vodka, professing that maybe it was the true love of her life.

You and Yelena were laughing at the sight, leaning back on the couch while making bets on the future fall of Kate if she kept drinking. Your senses were numb, and for the first time in weeks you felt like the weight of the wedding was lifted. You could always be your true self when your friends were around and this was the night to remember that.

Your eyes looked around the place, a hunger building inside of you and the alcohol was the one to blame for it. You always got needy when you drank, and tonight was no different. So naturally, you started to look around for any girl that could just make you feel anything but the hollowness that had taken over you the last few weeks.

A pair of long legs caught your eye. You followed their length to a perfect ass covered by a red dress that clung perfectly at the curves of the woman, with an open back letting you catch the soft skin. Auburn locks falling perfectly and dancing on her back while she talked to a bartender. Her shoulders were firm and the look on the bartender gave away that the redhead was someone important.

“I mean, it’s the twenty-first century and you should be able to marry anyone, don’t you think?” Yelena’s voice reached your ears pulling back your attention. You looked at her confused, not following the conversation. She rolled her eyes “That your parents are assholes”

“Oh, yeah. Sure” you replied looking back at the bar but the redhead was gone. You sighed “Should we leave?”

“What? Why? We are having fun” Kate yelled looking down on you and sipping the bottle.

“Yeah, we are having fun. Here take this” Yelena gave you a little cup and you drank “It’s my pee” you spitted the liquid and she started laughing “Oh god! I’m kidding” she rolled on the couch like it was her best prank. You threw her the drink but she kept laughing. You chuckled, letting yourself relax.

Someone tapped your shoulder and you looked back grinning, but it faded the second you met a pair of green eyes. It was the woman from the bar, and she was looking down at you with such intensity that you squirmed softly in your seat.

“Is everything okay here?” she asked and the moment her voice reached your ears you felt your stomach flutter. Your lips parted to give out a response but nothing came out.

“Yes, lady. Thank you” Kate replied giving her a reverence but the woman’s eyes never left yours.

Your eyes tried to take in her features. She was easily your mom’s age and still she looked perfect. Maybe you were dead and you were seeing an angel. She smiled softly and grabbed your chin firmly “And you, sweetie? Are you okay?” you nodded, that was really all you could do when your brain forgot how to function properly. She smirked and shook her head slowly “Words, pretty girl”

You looked surprised, but mostly hypnotised by this woman. She squeezed your chin softly and you licked your lips while staring at hers.

“Yes, everything okay” you breathed out and she let you go with a nod and a proud smile. She fixed her dress and your eyes were attached to her image.

“I will have to ask you to get down of the table” she said looking at Kate “We don’t want you to fall” she continued when Kate groaned childishly but got down anyway. She threw herself at Yelena and sat on her lap “Thank you. If you need anything else, let the staff know. Keep having a good time”

She looked at you one last time, her eyes shining with something you couldn’t describe and then turn to walk to another room.

You looked at your friends that were already caught in their little love bubble, and stood up to ran after that woman. You followed the red dress, trying to open some space in the middle of the crowded room with some urgency. You were panting when you reached the exit, watching her stand next to no other than Natasha and whispering something to her.

You fixed your dress, trying not to look tipsy. Took a deep breath and walk over the two women that didn’t acknowledge your presence until you cleared your throat. Natasha looked at you first, her annoyed eyes softening at the sight of you and she grinned.

“Hey there, wif…” you shook your head sneaking a look to the redhead and then looking back at Natasha. She offered you a curious look but said nothing about it “How can I help you, (Y/N)?”

“I… “ your mouth went dry when the redhead looked at you, smiling softly while her eyes roamed your body “I was wondering about those private rooms?” your cheeks turned red and you looked down playing with your ring.

“Oh? Well, I can take you…”

“No!” you rushed and the blonde looked confused “I mean no, not for me. Yelena and Kate, you know” you tried to explain feeling small under the gaze of both women “They are wasted and I certainly can’t drive us back”

Natasha hummed and bit her lower lip thinking. You shifted nervously trying to ignore the redhead that just kept smiling at you. You kept playing with your ring and biting your lip. The blonde one nodded and sighed.

“I’ll go get them. Stay here” she ordered and you tried to follow her, losing all the confidence that got you there in the first place but a soft hand grabbed your wrist.

You looked back at the redhead, your eyes travelling to the hand that was holding you back. She let you go but you stood still in your place, like somehow she commanded you to stay put and you easily followed her orders.

“(Y/N) is it?” your name rolled out of her tongue and you felt a tingle going up your legs and settling in the pit of your stomach “Such a pretty name” she offered you her hand and you rushed to shake it “I’m Wanda”

She squeezed gently your hand and you let her go, trying to look causal under her gaze and failing miserably. She smiled knowingly but decided not to comment on it.

“You work here?” you asked, pretending your knees weren’t wobbly and ready to drop in front of her. She laughed softly and you could swear it was the most perfect sound you had ever heard.

“Something like that” she smiled and leaned closer to your ear “I own the place” a gasped left your lips and she pulled back smirking.

“You have a nice place” you breathed out. Your brain malfunctioning when you tried to focus and not look desperate. But her green eyes kept roaming your whole body indiscreetly and you somehow felt naked in front of her.

After some silence, where you tried desperately to look somewhere, anywhere really, away from her and she kept smirking like you amused her, she grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“You look like you need a drink” she said pulling you to the bar and ordering two Old Fashioned. She looked at the drink and urged you to grab it. You took a long sip and she watched you while drinking hers. Then her thumb reached your chin cleaning the drop that escaped your lips and you watched her lick her thumb and smiled at you like she did the most normal thing in the world “Why don’t I take you to a more quiet place?”

Wanda didn’t wait for your answer, she just started walking through the crowd with your hands linked and the drink on the other hand. She pulled you out of the room and back to the lobby were the music quieted down. But she kept walking, dragging you up the stairs and then through a hallway with multiple doors until you reached the last one. She dropped you hand just to pull out a key out of her chest and opened the door for you.

The room was enormous, probably bigger than your own apartment. A king sized bed in the middle with windows that went from the ceiling to the floor and had closed red curtains. There was a pair of leather couches, in front of a big TV and a little coffee table. And on the other side of the room was a small bar. You followed her in, walking down the small hallway where you caught an ajar door that looked like the bathroom.

Wanda sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her. You sat with your legs crossed and she took off her heels, settling comfortable on the couch with her legs up. She looked even more gorgeous under the dimmed lights.

“This is better, don’t you think?” her voice was soft and her eyes were gentle, and still you felt on edge. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe you were feeling too hot that your brain couldn’t focus enough. Maybe you were imagining she actually wanted you. But you managed to nod.

“Is Natasha your girlfriend?” the question left your lips before you even processed what you were saying. Your cheeks turning red once again and you looked down to your lap “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”

“No, it’s okay” she chuckled softly and grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently so you looked up “No, she’s not my girlfriend. We are best friends, and she helps me run the place when I’m not here”

You nodded but the curiosity was shinning on your eyes. She tilted her head, and waited for you to say something. You felt like she was letting you in, her soft eyes letting you know that you were safe and for some reason you believed it.

This stranger felt more safe than any other person in your life and you could blame the alcohol but tonight you were done with being your perfect self. She was letting you know it was okay to let go.

“And you come often?” you asked, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. You caught the second she tensed a little, but she cleared her throat and went back to her soft self.

“Not really. Not as much I would like” she confessed, sorrow painting her green eyes for a moment while she stared at the TV. She blinked away her feelings and looked at you once again “But tonight I needed some time for myself before…” she paused, her thoughts clouded her eyes for a brief moment until she cleared her throat “It doesn’t matter” she smiled at you and you squeezed her hand, feeling the urge of easing her mind “And you? You come often?”

You looked away and licked your lips, feeling nervous all of the sudden “Not really” you admitted shyly “My friends brought me here for my…” the words caught in your throat. As much as you felt safe with Wanda, you didn’t want her to know about your fake wedding “Well, it doesn’t matter as well” you said softly looking back at her.

She smiled and it was like the world stood still for a moment. Her hand left yours just to caress your cheek. You leaned into her touch “You know, I built this place so women like us could forget about the noise from our lives, be ourselves, be safe” she leaned closer and you closed your eyes “Whatever is troubling that pretty head of yours, I promise you it will be okay” she mutter, her breath reaching your face “Tonight, you are free from your demons”

You opened your eyes meeting hers that were dangerously closer, and for the first time you let your body take the wheel. You closed the gap and captured her lips with yours, and to your surprise she followed the kiss letting you mark the pace until she took over, her lips getting more hungry by the minute. Her tongue licking your lips, asking to let her in and even when you tried to fight her over dominance, you knew she was going to win.

Her hands grabbed your waist and she pulled you over her lap. You sat on her lap, your hips grinding softly against hers ripping a moan out of her lips. Her hands tangled with your hair and you broke the kiss and moved down her neck. She moaned, pulling your hair a little rougher.

“No marks” she breathed out.

Your licked her neck when her head tilted back, giving you more space. Your lips moved up to her chin, placing her soft kisses and then pecking her lips. You looked into each others eyes, her pupils blown out with pure lust. She grabbed your ass, pulling you closer and you moaned.

“I could be your mom, you know?” she murmured, her eyes searching for regret in yours. She caressed your cheek and you leaned to her touch.

“I don’t care how old are you” you breathed out “Do you?” she looked confused, tilting her head to the side “Care, I mean. Do you care?” your hands rubbing the back of her neck.

“I should” she whispered. Her lips captured yours again “We just met” she said between kisses, her teeth biting your lower lip softly.

“I don’t care” you repeated holding back a moan “Tonight, we are free” you forced yourself to look at her and her eyes shone with approval.

Hungry kisses took over. Your hands pulled her closer and her hands traveled to the zip of your dress. You bit her lower lip and she moaned, grabbing your hair and pulling it back to break the kiss. She pulled down the straps of your dress and she moaned when she noticed you weren’t using a bra.

Her mouth caught your right breast while her hand pinched your other nipple ripping out a loud moan. Her hand traveled to your throat and squeezed a little and you ground your hips against hers again.

“Get up” she commanded and you followed. She stayed in her place, leaning back to the couch “Take it off” you cheeks blushed and your dress reached the floor around your ankles and stepping away from your heels, leaving you only on your panties. Her eyes roamed your body, and she moaned when she caught the wet spot in your laced panties. “To the bed. Now” her voice was more firm and you rushed to the bed, sitting on the edge and shivering at the coldness of the sheets.

She took off her own dress and you moaned at the sight of her body covered with a red laced underwear. She looked magnificent and you could feel getting wetter by the second.

Wanda walked slowly towards you. A hungry smile painted on her face and your body shivered with desire. She kneeled in front of you, her hands opening your legs and you gasped. Her fingers locked on your panties, pulling them down slowly. You squeezed your legs with shyness and she tks.

“None of that, pretty girl” she said pushing your legs open “Tonight you are mommy’s good girl, understood?” she looked up and you nodded, words stuck in your throat “Words, sweetie”

You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut trying to ease your mind. She waited patiently until you sighed in surrender, making amends with the fact that you were ready to submit yourself to her “Yes, mommy”

She smiled proudly “Look at me” you opened your eyes, meeting hers “Good girl. Now if you want to stop at any moment you will say so, understood?”

“Yes, mommy” your voice shaking with excitement. Feeling your pussy dripping.

“Good girl” she praised “Don’t look away or I will stop” you gulped once again and nodded.

Her lips kissed your inner thigh and you fought the need to close your eyes, watching her move closer to your glistening center. Her tongue flattened licking your slit and moaning at the taste.

“Such a delicious pussy” she murmured against your cunt.

The tip of her tongue played with your rosebud, soft moans leaving your lips while you watch her suck your clit. She went slow, taking her time to lick your slit like she had all the time in the world.

Green eyes met yours when she pushed her tongue inside and you moaned loudly. Your right hand traveling to your breast, pinching your nipple and your left hand keeping you steady. She hummed with approval. Her nails digging into your thighs and moving her tongue in a faster pace.

“Mommy, please” you bucked your hips but she hold you down firmly.

Wanda was eating you out like a starved woman, like this was the best pussy she ever had and maybe it was. The redhead felt her own pussy dripping while her tongue danced over your clit and her eyes were set on yours.

She had watched you through the cameras, you caught her attention the moment you walked in. Usually she would stay in the security room, commanding people through comms so everything went smoothly. But tonight, when you walked in, she knew she had to have you. Something about you ignited a fire inside of her and even when she couldn’t pin point what it was, she let her hunger take over.

Wanda waited for the perfect moment to reach out. And when your friend climbed the table, she had the perfect excuse to talk to you. You looked so innocent, so fragile and she wanted to break you down so she could put you back together. And you followed her, like a lost puppy longing a safe place. You both needed to numb your minds, and she was ready to take all the sorrow away even if it was just for one night.

She pushed her index finger inside your pussy, stretching you out and gaining a loud moan from you. Music to her ears. Her finger pumped in and out slowly while her mouth sucked your clit.

“Add another one, please” you begged biting your lower lip with pleading eyes. She smirked pushing another finger and watched you throw your head back.

She pinched your thigh making you look back at her. Your walls clenching around her fingers when she curled them inside. You stopped playing with your breast trying to hold yourself down and pulling the sheets. You were close and you both knew it. Wanda pumped faster, the tip of her tongue flicking over your rosebud.

“Mommy, I- I’m gonna cum” you begged.

Wanda hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations that made you rolled your eyes back in pure bliss. Your walls clenching around her fingers, and one of your hands managing to grab her head pulling her closer to your pussy.

A groan left your lips when she pulled out her fingers but soon they were replaced by her tongue, driving you to the edge. Your chest was going up and down with your pants. Your legs starting to close around her head while you pulled her hair tightly.

You closed your eyes when your body trembled, you squirted on her face bucking your hips up while her tongue rode your orgasm.

Your back collapsed on the bed. You were panting and your head felt floaty. She licked you cleaned making you shiver and soon her body was on top of you, her face full of your juices. She was smiling, cleaning her chin with the back of her hand just to lick it right after. You watched her with pure bliss in your eyes.

“You were perfect, malyshka” her lips captured yours, letting you taste yourself. Her tongue exploring once again your mouth and both of you moaning.

You moved up in the bed, resting your back on the headboard and watching her take off her underwear. Her body was perfect, your hands roamed it with desperation.

“So beautiful” you muttered squeezing her breast. Her skin was soft. Your thumb caressed her perky nipples and she moaned “You are so perfect” you leaned to suck her breast.

“Thank you, detka” she breathed out, looking down on you while you sucked her gently.

Your hands worshipping her body like she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And she really was. You didn’t want this moment to end, you wanted to devote yourself to her and lock yourselves in that room.

Wanda’s hips settled over one of your thighs. Both of you moaning when her wet pussy touched your skin. Your hands grabbed her hips and then her ass urging her to grind down your thigh. And so she did.

Your lips traveled all over her chest, moaning along with her when she moved her hips with a faster pace. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to her. Yearning the feeling of become one with you.

You adjusted your thigh up to keep her steady and she humped faster. Wanda grabbed your chin tightly making you look at her and she leaned in to kiss you hungrily, moaning against your lips with desperation.

“Fuck, malysh, I’m about to cum” she grunted biting your lip. You moaned feeling her teeth sinking harsh on your lips and the taste of blood reaching your tongue “Such a perfect toy. Letting mommy use you for her own pleasure” her hand grabbed your throat, this time squeezing hard while grinding her hips faster.

She threw her head back, desperate moans leaving her lips. Her walls clenching around nothing and air leaving your lungs while she squeezed harder. You felt dizzy, your eyes clouded and your ears ringing with pleasure. Wanda arched her back and moaned out your name when she came.

Her hand softened around your neck and you coughed, trying to breathe desperately while she collapsed against you. You both were panting, her juices coating your thigh and you sneaked a finger between her legs making her tremble under your touch. You brought the finger to your mouth, moaning at the taste when her eyes locked with yours. You smiled sheepishly and she giggled.

“You liked it?” she rolled down to the bed and pulled you into her arms.

“Yes, mommy” you admitted, leaning into her embrace while she buried her nose in your hair.

After a few minutes, she got up and you whined missing her touch already. “Wait here, I will clean you up” she walked to the bathroom and returned with a cloth. Then she grabbed a bottle of water from the bar and climbed up the bed.

Wanda took her time, watching you squirm under her when the cloth touched your pussy. She cleaned your thigh and then opened the bottle urging you to take a sip. After cleaning herself up, she laid down beside you pulling you close to her.

A comfortable silence settled down, both breathing slowly while Wanda played with your hair and you closed your eyes trying to focus on the rhythm of her heart. Your mind went silent, for the first time in weeks your thoughts weren’t a mess and you didn’t feel like you were about to faint. It was like everything in the world was perfect, like Wanda had the power to shut down the noise in your head. Maybe she was right, tonight your demons were gone. And if you were honest, you didn’t want to leave that room anytime soon.

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♡ Collision Course ♡

Chapter 16: I don't know who I am, when I am with you

WandaNat x [innocent, femme] reader

Collision Course – Masterlist Link to full fic (so far) on AO3

Chapter Summary: The three of you sit down together, to discuss your wellbeing and needs. After the intensity of talking about your feelings, Wanda and Natasha make sure to take extra care of you.

Word count: 8.9k (y'all deserve a long one after waiting for over a month 🙈)

Heads Up: This chapter contains passing reference (literally blink and you'll miss it) to self injury and disordered eating thoughts.

A/N: I am so, so sorry for the ridiculously long wait for this chapter. The last month has been insane. I've been super busy in my personal life, so it was a challenge finding time to think about the story, let alone write. Plus, I was struck by ADHD burnout (a long time coming, I suppose) and the worst bout of writer's block I've had in a long, long time. Anyway, writing has been hard, but it's finally here. Thank you to everyone who has waited for this, and to those of you who have left lovely comments and asks about Collision Course. Even if I don't reply straight away, please know that every one warms my heart and gives me a little boost, pushing me a bit closer to the next chapter. I really hope you enjoy this one ♡

As you wait, you feel the cold begin to creep through your skin. It draws you into hiding on the patio beneath the balcony, where you curl up on a wide cushioned seat, draping a blanket awkwardly over your body and tucking your bare feet underneath. 

Worries swell and crash like waves in your head, and you’re consumed by thoughts of being thrown out, driven back to your arid apartment and left to languish alone.

There is no distraction, no reprieve from this. There is only waiting. Only enduring. 

———

You hear the door opening a little wider to your side, and you simultaneously turn and shrink into yourself, body balling up beneath the blanket as if this will somehow hide you from her.

Wanda.

There’s fear, but also something else. A swooping feeling at seeing her, which doesn’t entirely surprise you. You missed her today. And it’s silly; it’s only been hours and you’ve only known her for a few days — but this was the longest you’ve been apart since the accident, aside from sleep. You’ve missed her kindness, her warmth, her touch — but you’re also scared that they’ll be withheld from you now, after everything that has happened today. Although, paradoxically, a small part of you feels like you’d deserve that. That you deserve some kind of punishment for what you’ve done, for how you’ve been. 

But now she is there, sending you a soothing smile as she slips past the door. It doesn’t quite break through the icy shell that has crystallised around you, but it’s warm against your edges. Maybe it will melt you, over time. 

“Hi sweetheart,” she greets you quietly, stepping towards you with care. Your whole body begins to shake, and you’re not sure if it’s a shiver from the cold or a tremble of fear. Wanda sits down on your left side, her face full of concern as she draws her legs up to sit cross-legged, facing into you. She studies you for a moment, resting her elbow on the back cushion and tilting her head to lean into her elevated right hand. Then, very slowly, she reaches out with her other hand. You watch it approach, trying desperately to slow your breathing and still your limbs. She places it on the rise of your knee, easily located despite the blanket that covers you, and she presses down, gentle but firm. Wanda doesn’t seem hesitant or unsure. It’s like she knows you now, knows her touch will ground you though you’re nervous.

She’s right. The small but assured link between her body seems to pull you to safety, like she’s thrown a life-ring out to you and is plucking you out from the waves. They still crash somewhere deep inside you, but your head is above the water now, and you can breathe.

“Nat said you’ve had a difficult day,” Wanda tells you softly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help, myšička.”

The water level rises then, pooling in your eyes. A gentle stroke to your knee with her thumb coaxes out the tears, which begin to trickle silently down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and it comes out in a choked whisper. “I-I didn’t… I wasn’t…”

“Shh…” Wanda soothes, and she reaches out with her right hand to carefully wipe the tears from your cheeks, and tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear.. “It’s okay, honey. I know. You’re not in trouble.”

“But I lied,” you stammer out. “I sort of knew I might do it… I planned it. And I almost left.”

“Almost,” Wanda repeats, emphasising the word as her fingers find your cheek again, cupping it and very slightly brushing her thumb over the tear tracks. “But you didn’t, did you sweetheart? Instead, you found Nat, just like I asked you to.”

The words seem to seep through your skin; they trickle through your veins, finding the guilt and settling in the same space. Not fighting to overrule. Just there, a silent alternative. Maybe the day wasn’t all bad. Maybe you aren’t all bad.

“Nat only let me use the bike because I pressured her so much,” you tell her, feeling obliged to explain fully, to shoulder the blame. “I just… I couldn’t bear it any more.”

“Myšička, no one is in trouble. Not Nat; not you. Nat explained to me, and I know you needed it.”

There’s a hollow, sick feeling in your stomach, and you can’t understand why. Wanda has told you twice now that you’re not in trouble, but you still feel like there are invisible strings pulling at all your limbs from within, the tension aching and shameful. Your head keeps revolving back to her words this morning, and the way they hooked some unknown chain inside you, like you were always meant to be attached like this. God, you just want to be good. And it’s silly, but you need her to know that. To know that you intended it, and that you still intend it to be true.

You turn your head away from her, forcing her hand to slide off your cheek and instead rest upon your shoulder. You can’t say this while looking at her. 

“I wanted to be good for you,” you whisper, and you count the red bricks on the wall beneath the staircase, mentally tracing the lines like beads of a rosary. The action taps into that ancient habit; it scratches the scab and unearths the urge to repent. 

“And you were,” Wanda assures you, finding your chin and gently redirecting your gaze back to her. It hurts a little, to look at her. You want her reassurance so badly, but it feels sinful, somehow, to accept it. It feels like you are bypassing the confession, skipping past the penance. “I asked you to find Natasha if you needed anything, and you did. You went to her, and you told her what you needed. That was all I asked you to do, hm?”

It’s hard to respond to that, because technically she is right — that is all she asked you to do this morning. But it misses everything else: every implicit expectation that compels you in their house, in their presence. And how can you express those in words? Those urges, those obligations that don’t even seem to originate from a clear source… Maybe it’s just you. Maybe you’ve created this all in your head, a bizarre alternate reality in which your decorum would matter so much to them. Fuck, it’s so confusing. So you just blink dumbly at her, unable to answer at all. And Wanda simply smiles at your stupor, renewing the gentle stroking of your knee and making you feel a little fuzzy in the soft glow of her full attention. 

“I’m proud of you for opening up to Nat, myšička,” Wanda murmurs, her hand brushing some stray hair behind your ear again, then moving behind your head to gently stroke the baby hairs at the bottom of your neck. A shiver runs through your body, triggered by the electric touch of her fingers and the cool sensation of her rings as they brush against your skin; the fluttering feeling finishes in your half-frozen feet, leaving little prickles in its wake. 

Proud. It feels undeserved, but you bat away the doubt and cling to it like another blanket, desperate for the security it can offer you when the rest of you feels so evil, so unworthy. Wanda’s arm feels warm where it rest against your shoulder and her fingers brush against your neck. Would it be so bad to lean in? 

You give in, and the slow descent feels so sweet. Like with every small yielding movement you are rejecting the bad feelings, and replacing them with Wanda’s gentle alternatives. It feels like the longer you stay here, the more you lose yourself. Every part of you is being rewritten. And you can’t always find it inside you to care. Her fingers respond to your movement, moving down to hold your right waist as you lean down to rest your head on her shoulder. Your body tips, bent knees rocking over to rest every so slightly against Wanda’s crossed legs. A part of you wishes you could curl up there, with both of your limbs tangling together. Wanda’s left hand has moved to cup the back of your right knee, and you imagine her using the hold to lift you into into her lap.

You close your eyes, breathing out and letting go of the last little bits of reserve. One more admission. Not from guilt, but from hope.

“I missed you,” you whisper, the statement barely audible as it slips from your lips and catches on the gentle breeze. But she hears it; you know she does, because she hums a little, the sound happy and soft, and she pairs it with a gentle squeeze of your waist. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” she whispers back. “I thought about you a lot while I was at work, wondering how you were doing.”

“Really?” you ask, the question slipping out desperately, your need for reassurance no longer contained by shame or reason.

“Really, myšička. I even texted Nat at lunchtime to check how you were doing. And when she said you were having a hard time, I wanted to come right back. But I had two more lectures to give, so I had to stay.”

You sigh a little in her hold.

“That’s okay,” you murmur, “I understand.” You’re not sure why you feel the need to say it. To reassure her? That seems strange. She shouldn’t need to come back to you. She shouldn’t need to explain herself.

“You’ll have me all day tomorrow,” Wanda tells you quietly, giving you an extra little squeeze, tightening the embrace just slightly, so she doesn’t hurt your shoulder. “And then we can figure out the rest of the week, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper.

You stay like that for a few minutes, your breathing slow as you gaze out to the garden and feel her thumb rubbing gently at the skin between the waistband of your shorts and the hem of your vest top, which rides up slightly because of your sideways lean. 

“In a moment, we’ll head in and sit on the sofa, okay?” Wanda tells you, and you relax a little more when you hear her gentle direction said in such a soft tone. You love it when she tells you what to expect, what to do. It makes you feel safe. “Natty will join us, and we’ll have a little chat together. Just about how you’ve been feeling, and what you need from us. Nothing bad, little one, I promise.”

The prospect of talking — or that nickname, you’re not sure — pulls out a small sound from your throat. A tiny whine, luckily muffled by the way your face is pressed against Wanda’s shirt. You can tell that she hears it though, because her left hand strokes the back of your leg gently, reassuring you with her touch. 

“After we talk, I think a bath would be good for you, darling. You can get into comfy clothes for dinner, and then we can just relax after eating. Maybe we could watch some more She-Ra, hm?”

You make a small sound of consideration, of approval, and Wanda gives you a little kiss on the forehead in response.

“Let’s get you inside, myšička. Your feet are frozen.”

You make no move at first, your fuzzy brain still catching up, still figuring out the fact that you have to move yourself, that Wanda can’t carry you. Then she gives you a soft pat on the back of your thigh. A reminder, a signal. 

You sit up, wiping your eyes with your freed left hand, then using it to unravel the blanket from your body and place it on the side. Wanda keeps her hand around your waist for a moment, then she lets go and moves to stand. She doesn’t say any more, she just holds out her hand, and you take it without hesitation, letting her lead you back inside. 

When Wanda reaches the sofa she lets go of your hand and gestures for you to sidle between the sofa and the coffee table to take a seat in the middle. Once you’re seated, she sits down next to you, on your right, and places her hand on your leg, just above your knee.

“I’m just going to message Nat,” she tells you, pulling her phone out her pocket with her right hand, “to let her know we’re down here.”

In reply, you give a small nod. You like that she explains, that she keeps you informed even when you don’t ask. 

It doesn’t take long for Natasha to arrive. She moves around the left side of the sofa and then side-steps round to sit on the coffee table right in front of you, holding up some fluffy socks.

“Wanda said you might need these. What do you think?”

You look to Wanda, who smiles reassuringly at you. Then you look back at Natasha, her smile gentle, hopeful. Slowly, you nod.

“Yes please.”

Natasha’s smile deepens, and she places one sock on the table next to her, so she can use both hands to open the other up, bundling the fabric so it can be pulled on it one motion. Shyly, you raise one leg, and let her slide the fluffy fabric over one frozen foot. Then you both repeat the process for the other side. The gesture makes you feel a little warmer inside, more from her kindness than the extra clothing. 

“Thank you.” It comes out small but Natasha looks pleased as she stands up, turns, and sits down on your left side, shuffling herself back until she’s situated in the corner of the L-shape and she can see you and Wanda without twisting. Then she lifts her legs up onto 

“I know you’re a bit worried about this, lapushka, but we just want to have a chat with you, now that you’re feeling a bit more like yourself,” Natasha says, but despite her reassuring words and Wanda’s gentle stroking of your thigh, you shrink back into the cushion behind you. 

Do you feel more like yourself? You’re not so sure.

“Wanda and I like having you here, Y/N,” Natasha continues. “And we want you to stay with us for a while. At least until your arm is better, and you can manage things more independently. How do you feel about that?” 

“I’d like that,” you say quietly. “As long as it’s truly okay with you.”

“It is,” Wanda reiterates, moving her left hand to the back of your neck, fingertips playing with your baby hairs again. “We mean it, myšička.”

“Can I give you anything in return?” you ask. “I mean, I feel bad that you’re feeding me, and I’m using your spare room… I could give you some money for food, maybe?”

“No,” Natasha replies, her tone blunt and unequivocal. “This isn’t transactional, Y/N. We don’t need anything in return — not now, not ever, okay?”

You gnaw at your lip. You’ve paid for yourself for years; even when times have been tough and your parents have offered to send you money, you have refused, and found a way. It’s partly a point of pride, but mainly it’s an obligation you have placed upon yourself. Your childhood problems and ailments have cost the world, cost your family enough. In a way, your financial independence is a form of penance. It feels strange, foreign — wrong — to accept help for free. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, darling — we have more than enough space and food to share,” Wanda tells you lightly, leaning forward a little so you can see her playful grin. “We don’t want you to worry about that, okay?”

“Y/N, all we need from you is honesty, okay?” Natasha says, and you turn to look at her again, feeling Wanda place her other hand above your knee, as she continues to stroke your hair in a slow rhythm. “Just let us know how you’re feeling, and tell us if you ever feel uncomfortable. Can you do that?” 

Tears prickle in your eyes. Honesty. It sounds so simple when she puts it like that, but they don’t know what’s going on with you, not really. They don’t know how you’re fighting the feelings and fearing the fall.

You’ve spent so much time, so much energy over the years trying to paste up your cracks and build yourself into something stable, something independent and unbreakable. The scaffolding they have erected to support you is chipping through the cladding, and you fear it will expose the structural damage within, the ugly joins and uneven stitching where you’ve made hasty, inexpert attempts to pull yourself back together. You’re afraid to let them see. And you’re scared that you’ll learn to rely on their help, and then lose them.

“Sweetheart, what’s upsetting you?” Wanda asks, her voice no longer playful. She sounds concerned, sympathetic. Her hand squeezes the flesh above your knee, and the action encourages the tears to flow.

“I don’t wanna be a burden,” you choke out, squeezing your eyes tight shut in an attempt to both stem the tears and avoid their gaze. “And I… I like being here, I like you both so much, but also I… I…” Your words trail off as your thoughts spiral and fail to align in your head. What do you want to say? What do you need to say? It feels like you’re spinning, flung about in space, and you need to still yourself, you need to ground yourself. The fingers of your left hand, which already lays on your lap, tense into claws. When you can’t run, this is what you are reduced to. Small doses of acute pain, to locate your limbs, to reassert your position in space. Even this tiny pinch helps. It helps you centre yourself on the immediate moment, helps you prioritise calming your breathing first, reminds you to wait for the raging winds to pass, before attempting to speak.

They wait for you, their presence heavy at either side, but also equal. Stabilising. 

You find yourself speaking, the words arranging themselves on your tongue.

“I feel like… like I don’t really know who I am, when I am with you.”

The statement surprises you, but you know it’s true. You hardly recognise yourself, at times. So many parts of your personality are gone, with some pieces were left behind in your homeland, and others ripped away in the accident. The only parts of you left are needy, clinging. Not new, just unfamiliar, forgotten. And though it feels nice to lean into it, at times — especially with them — this isn’t all of you. It can’t be. 

You release your grip from your thigh, and wipe your eyes. Then you turn to Wanda. She looks worried: her head is tilted, and her hands are still, frozen against the back of your head and you right leg. When you look into her eyes, you notice that they look a little more shiny than usual. Have you made her upset?

“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, voice panicked and trembling. “I don’t mean to… I’m sorry.”

“You’re not a burden,” Natasha’s voice assures you. “And it’s okay to share how you’re feeling with us. It’s important.”

Reluctantly — because you really want to see her, and make sure she’s okay — you turn away from Wanda, and look to Natasha. She looks serious, and her arms move to cross over her chest, then loosen, and fall to her lap again. 

“Is there anything we can do to help?” She asks, then she pauses, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. One of her eyebrows lifts quizzically as she adds another question. "Or anything you want us to stop doing?”

You look down to your lap again. You don’t want them to stop being that special kind of soft with you, even if it would probably resolve all the confusing feelings it brings. You just maybe need an outlet. A way to balance it out with other pieces of yourself. A way to remind you — and perhaps remind them — that you’re still yourself; still smart and strong and capable.

“You don’t need to stop anything,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks blush at your answer, and all it entails. The admission that you like them at their most gentle, that you like the hugs and the nicknames and even the slight hint of condescension which imbues their affection with an additional dizzying aura. At your words, Wanda resumes her gentle stroking of your hair, and she deepens the pressure above your knee. Like she was waiting for your confirmation. Like she wanted it. 

“Okay,” Natasha acknowledges quietly. “We won’t stop anything. But we want to help, lapushka. Can you think of anything we can do? Or anything you want to do?”

You try to think, fidgeting with the hem of your shorts as you attempt to reorder your thoughts. But nothing comes. You frown at your lap, frustration building. You want to answer her, you want to supply an idea, and please her. But you can’t.

Natasha’s hand finds yours, interlocking your fingers together. You look up at her, and she smiles gently.

“It’s okay,” she reassures you. “I can help with ideas. What about if we think about exercise first? Is that something you need?”

“Yes,” you whisper, grateful for the prompt. 

“Tell us,” Natasha encourages, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You nod, and take a deep breath.

“I need to get outside,” you say quietly, your words slow at first, but gradually gaining rhythm and confidence as you continue. “At least once a day, for a bit. I need the fresh air, and the movement.”

“Okay,” Natasha agrees, smiling and nodding in a way which bolsters you even more. “What else?”

“Sometimes I might need a bit more,” you admit, biting your lip briefly, but continuing when Natasha continues to nod. “I know I should be resting, but sometimes I just get so overwhelmed, and when I do, exercise is kind of the only thing that helps.” You turn to look at Wanda. She doesn’t seem upset, like you feared she would. In fact, she gives you a little smile. She seems proud. It makes your cheeks feel warm again. 

“Would using the gym help?” she asks you, and you nod shyly, grateful for her understanding.

“Yes please. If that’s okay. I won’t use it without your permission, I promise.”

Wanda nods at that.

“As long as Natasha or I can supervise, then it’s okay with me, myšička. But if you feel like you’re getting to that point, can you talk to one of us, please? I don’t want you struggling on your own, and reaching that point of overwhelm. We need to have other strategies, too.”

You nod, both embarrassed and touched by her request.

“I… talking is hard, sometimes,” you admit quietly. “But I’ll try. I promise.”

“That’s all we ask for,” Natasha tells you, squeezing your hand again. “Even if you can’t find the words, just find one of us, and we can be with you. We can go for a walk, or do something together to distract, if that helps.”

Your eyes fill with tears again, but happy, relieved ones this time. You’ve never felt so seen, so understood. So held.

“Thank you,” you whisper. Natasha smiles at you, her gaze so soft, so far from the stern demeanour you first associated her with. 

“You said being busy helps,” she reminds you. “Do you want to go into college? Do you feel ready?”

You squirm slightly in your seat, a little overwhelmed by the direct question, and the reminder of your meltdown earlier today.

“I think so,” you breathe, biting your lip and looking down at your lap, trying to focus on what you want, rather than what you think they want to hear. “I think it would help, to have something to do. But I maybe need to start with just a little bit, and see how it goes.”

“That sounds sensible,” Wanda agrees, and her accepting tone reassures you enough to look up at her. “Darling, I don’t want to hold you hostage here, or force you to rest. I just don’t want you to overdo it, and hurt yourself.”

“I know,” you whisper, feeling small. Wanda watches you, breathing in deeply through her nose, then releasing it in a slow, silent exhale.

“How about you email your supervisor and see about rearranging that meeting?” she suggests, giving you a smile.

“Are you sure?” you check, and she nods. Her permission means the world to you, and you want her to know that. You wish you could hug her, touch her — but you have no free hand, and you can’t even lean against her in this position, as it would hurt your shoulder. So all you have to offer are your words, your smile, and your grateful tears. “Thank you, Wanda.”

She beams at you, and moves her hand from your neck to wipe your tears away with her thumb. 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. When you have a time, let me know, and I can make sure to get you there.”

You nod, and your smile has to suffice as thanks this time, because you feel far too choked up with gratitude and relief to speak.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” Natasha asks then, and you shake your head. “Okay. We can leave it there for now, then. Thank you for talking to us, lapushka. We appreciate it.”

You feel your body relax a little, making you realise how much tension you were still holding. This conversation has been built up in your head over the last few hours, as some terrifying, earth-shattering thing — but it’s over now, and you feel better, not worse for it. 

“Do you want to take a bath now?” Wanda asks you, and you nod. Words have escaped you. You feel so tired, so spent from all the emotions. 

“Okay,” she whispers, cupping your cheek and squeezing above your knee before standing up and holding her hand out to you. You’ll accept it in a moment, but for now you turn to Natasha. Checking her face, checking for something. She smiles, and gives your hand a squeeze. 

“It’s okay, lapushka,” she reassures you softly. “You go with Wanda, and I’ll finish getting dinner ready. When you’re ready, we can eat at the table, and then come down here to watch some TV before bed. Does that sound okay?”

You nod silently, your lips quirking up into a small smile of relief. You didn’t know what you needed, when you looked to her. But whatever it was, she gave it to you.

Natasha lifts your hand to her lips, and gives it a little kiss.

“Go on, kroshka moya. I’ll see you soon.”

She moves your hand to Wanda’s, facilitating an easy transfer. Wanda helps you stand, guiding you out the narrow channel between the sofa and the table, then out the living room and up the stairs. 

Together, you all the way to your room, where she says something to you. But her words sound muffled, like you’re underwater. You blink at her, lost in a daze. Wanda just smiles adoringly at you, then guides you to sit on the end of your bed. And you watch her find clothes for you, taking them out the drawers. She builds a little bundle, then returns to you and guides you back out, back down the stairs, through her bedroom and into the bathroom. 

It takes a while for your brain to catch up to the movement, to the changes. You watch the water flowing out the taps, mesmerised and missing Wanda’s words. She captures your attention with a hand cupped under your chin, gently turning your head to look at her.

“Myšička?”

You watch her lips move, unable to find meaning in the muffled sound. But you feel her. Taking your hand and squeezing it. Brushing her thumb over your cheek. Her touch, pulling you back to her. 

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asks you, her expression wavering between worry and something else, something almost… pleased. 

“Wanda…?” you whisper, wanting her closer, but unsure how to say it. Your lips wobble with the effort, but you can’t produce the words.

“I’m here,” she tells you, looking deep into your eyes, like she’s searching to find out what it is that you want to say.

Everything feels so heavy, and you just want her to take the weight from you, to hold you in her arms and make everything feel better. Your head droops and leans into her, falling to rest on her shoulder, face turning into her neck. Wanda’s arms waste no time in moving to embrace you. Even without words, she knows what you need. 

“It’s okay, little one,” she soothes you, as you whimper in her skin. “You’re safe here. Safe with Mo… with me.”

Her words blur in your head, the sounds melting together, coalescing into something new. You’re too dazed to register it properly, but it settles there, the idea embedding itself in your brain. Stored in your subconscious. Saved for later.

Wanda rocks you slightly in her arms, as she whispers sweet nothings into your ear. You melt into her, your left hand finding her shirt and taking tight hold near the hem. Clinging to this piece of her, scared she’ll let go and set you adrift.

“I’m so tired,” you tell her, and it comes out in a sad little whine.

“I know, honey. Just let me take care of you now, okay? Let me do the thinking.”

“Okay,” you whisper, and the word feels like an exhale, like letting go. 

It feels good to let her. It feels good to give in.

Wanda hugs you for a few moments longer, then unravels you from her arms, placing one hand under your chin, and the other on your vice-like grip of her shirt, stroking it and coaxing you to release her. 

“Let’s get these clothes off,” she murmurs, smiling reassuringly at you, then moving both hands behind your neck, to release the sling. It’s no more sore than usual, but you feel so sensitive right now, and you wince and whimper as she removes it from your arm. “I know it hurts, baby; I’m sorry,” Wanda coos sympathetically, and it makes you feel a bit better, hearing her words. Just a little. 

Wanda carefully takes your tank top off, sliding your good arm out, taking it up over your head and then sliding it bit by bit down your bad arm, which she holds carefully at the same right-angle. She has become your sling, your protector. 

She sighs sadly, and you look up at her in worry, afraid that you’ve done something wrong.

“Oh sweetheart — I shouldn’t have let you choose this bra this morning. Your poor shoulder must be so sore from the tension…” 

Your lip wobbles, and you open your mouth to apologise again, because you feel so awful, and it’s all your fault, not hers…

But Wanda’s free hand takes your chin quickly, and she presses her forefinger against your lips in a shushing gesture.

“You don’t need to apologise,” she tells you, her voice back to calm, rather than regretful. “I know for next time — I won’t let you wear it for the whole day. Just if you need to exercise, okay?” Her finger brushes down over your lips, and your breath catches a little as you stare up at her avid gaze, your eyes flickering down to her own lips, which press against each other in a very small rolling motion, then curl into a smile. You look away, afraid that she’s noticed your wandering gaze and the heat in your cheeks. “Hold your arm steady for me, please,” she directs you gently, and you obey, staring down and trying to avoid glancing at her chest as she comes a little closer to reach the bra clasp on your back. When she unlatches it, the relief is immediate. Your skin prickles in the place it has left, and you realise, too late, that you’ve been overstimulated all day, the tension of your sports bra a constant drain on your energy and resilience since Wanda helped you put it on this morning. All these things about yourself, that you never notice. The reminder of your uselessness pokes at you, the jabs of self-loathing so prominent in your mind that you barely register your half-naked state. 

Wanda takes hold of your bad arm again, then reaches to turn the taps off. You glance over and see there is a thick layer of bubbles on the surface, enough to cover you completely once you’re in.

“Let’s give your shoulder a proper rest, tonight,” Wanda says, cupping your cheek with her right hand and tilting her head slightly as she speaks to you. “We'll leave the swimming costume, and the shower. Just a bath, and then I can get you straight into some pyjamas, hm?”

You blink at her, the words sinking in slowly, and meeting no resistance inside your mind. So you nod, and are rewarded with her smile. 

“Good girl,” Wanda praises, making you smile back happily. “Can you take your shorts off for me, sweetheart? Then I can get you in.”

You blush when your brain catches up, but still you don’t feel scared or uncomfortable at the prospect. It makes sense, to save time and pain and pressure on your shoulder. Wanda’s already seen so much of you, and she’s never stared or acted weird around your body. So what does a little more skin matter, really? You trust her. 

You move your left hand to the top of your shorts and tug them down, pushing the elasticated waistband down your thighs until it meets no more resistance and the shorts fall down to your ankles. You step out carefully, then push the fabric with your foot to meet the crumpled bundle of your vest top and bra on the floor, followed by the socks which you pry off with your toes. Your shorts have built-in briefs, so you’re entirely bare now, no fabric nor willpower left to hide any part of yourself from her.

“My beautiful, brave girl,” Wanda whispers, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your forehead. She keeps her gaze on your face, never straying to your naked body. It calms you. It makes it feel natural to be like this, with her. “Let’s get you in now.”

You let her take hold of your left hand and guide you to step into the bath. The water is pleasantly warm, not too hot that you’re hesitant to sink in. You crouch down and then sit, feeling the water lap against you and the bubbles press and burst at your edges. It’s a relief to be engulfed like this. Although the exposure was brief and Wanda entirely discreet, you still have enough grip of your faculties to know you ought to be embarrassed, even if you don’t exactly feel it branded on your skin right now. 

Wanda moves to the shelf and finds a hairbrush, then returns to your side, crouching down so she’s not looming over you. 

“I’m going to brush your hair out first, myšička,” she explains, her voice soft and soothing. You nod pliantly, unconcerned. She could probably say anything right now, and you’d agree. 

Wanda brushes your ponytail first, holding the bunch near the top to prevent pulling. She works out the tangles, then takes the hair bobble out and continues to tease out the remaining tangles, starting with small strokes at the bottom, then working up until she’s brushed it all the way through. You feel your eyes drooping, the repetitive strokes against your scalp lulling your deeper into the haze. 

“I’m turning the shower on now, sweetheart,” Wanda tells you, and you just hum in recognition. You hear it turn on, feel the water splash behind you as she tests the temperature. “Okay. Lean back for me, honey.”

Wanda rinses your hair, then massages in the shampoo, making your eyes flutter shut in contentment. 

“Keep your eyes shut for me, sweetheart, while I wash out the shampoo,” Wanda advises, before turning the shower on again and rinsing out the suds. You keep your eyes tight shut until you hear her turn the shower off, and feel her hand squeeze your left shoulder gently. “All done.”

You open your eyes and turn to see her. She smiles at you with such sweetness in her eyes. So kind, you could almost call it loving. 

“Let me get your loofah, and I’ll help you with your arms and back,” she says quietly, standing up and walking away. You frown, your brain seeing her leave before you’re able to process her words, the panic overriding your comprehension. Don’t go, you think desperately. Don’t leave me. Wanda walks to the shower cubicle and slides open the door, reaching in. Her arms returns holding the pale-green loofah she bought you. Her other hand slide the door shut again, and then she turns back to walk towards you. Your body relaxes in relief, and she tilts her head as she approaches, her lips curling up as she considers you. 

“Did you think I was leaving?” she asks you, her nose scrunching up with amusement as she crouches down at the side of the tub and gives your nose a gentle boop with her finger.

“Nuh-uh…” you protest, looking away and blushing at your stupidity. Wanda chuckles quietly, and you poke at the bubbles on the water with your left hand, embarrassment washing over you and spilling out in petulance. Wanda stops laughing then, and brushes her thumb against your cheek.

“I’m not leaving you, miláčik,” Wanda assures you, the mirth gone from her voice, leaving only her heartfelt words. “I promise.”

You breath out, the action halfway between a huff and a sigh of relief. Your hand settles on the surface of the water, your movements slowing and shifting from destructive to explorative on the foam.

“Will you let me wash your back and arms?” Wanda asks, the first real question in a while. She waits patiently for your response, clearly wanting an honest answer this time.

“Okay,” you whisper, after considering. You glance up at her, see her soft smile, then turn back to the bubbles. You’re caught between the realistic need for consent, and the desire for her to just take control — because it’s easier, then. You prefer it when you don’t have to think, don’t have to perform the charade of handing over your control every time. In truth, you’d let her control just about any part of your life without question. If she gave you a direction, you would follow it. Happily. When she asks your permission, it just draws attention to your yielding nature, and makes you doubt if she wants it. 

Wanda moves to the end of the bath again, soaks the loofah in the water behind you, then starts to wash the back of your shoulders. It feels a little scratchy against your skin, but she’s gentle, and the warm water is doing a little to soften the rough texture. Still, the coarse sensation seems to awaken you, and unearths a niggling doubt inside you.

“W-Wanda?” you ask quietly, nibbling at your lower lip as you wait for her response. She stops what she is doing at once, moving back round to the side of the bathtub and crouching down so she can see your face. 

“Yes, darling?”

“Is — is it weird for you?” you ask, voice wobbling. “Having to help me like this?” You try to look at her, but have to alternate between her eyes and the water, because her gaze is too intense, too attentive for you to meet.

“Not at all,” she tells you, and when you look back at her you see the worry has melted from her eyebrows, and her lips have curled into a smile. She reaches out with her free hand, cupping your cheek and stroking her thumb over your cheekbone. “Honestly, little one… I really like it. I like looking after you. I like when you let me.”

“Really?”

“Really really.”

You consider her words, watching her for a while, like you might see a crack in the act. But she holds your gaze, maintains her smile. She means it. You can see that she’s telling the truth. But that doesn’t mean that you understand. 

“But… why?” you ask, struggling to accept it, struggling to believe that she’d want to do all this for you. 

“Because I care about you,” she says simply, never stopping the soothing motions of her thumb against your cheek, “and I like to look after the people I care about, myšička, and make them feel safe, and happy.” She studies you as you take this in. “Do you like it when I look after you?”

You blush, because the answer is obvious, and yet she wants you to say it.

“Yes,” you whisper shyly, holding her gaze even though you want to hide. Wanda smiles.

“Then that’s all that matters,” she says quietly. “Okay?”

You nod in her hold, and she leans forward and presses a kiss against your forehead.

“Good girl.”

And with that, she moves to the end of the tub again, and continues to wash your back. You slide your feet towards your body, raising your knees and pressing them together. Beneath the water, you ache.

Wanda washes your arms and carefully wipes your underarms, then hands the loofah to you and directs you to wash yourself while she readies the towel. You do, blushing and staring resolutely down at the water, feeling thankful for the staying power of the bubbles tonight. Once you’ve cleaned yourself all over — as much as you can, with one arm available for use and one pinned painfully beneath your chest — you squeeze out the loofah, and place it on the rim of the tub. 

“Finished?” Wanda asks, and you nod shyly. She smiles, and raises the towel with both hands, ready to cover you. “Can you stand by yourself?” 

You nod again, glad she’s allowing you to do so, and preparing to preserve your dignity as swiftly as possible when you rise. With your left hand pressing against the rim, you push yourself up to stand, and let Wanda wrap the towel around your body, placing it over your right shoulder and under your left armpit, to keep your bad arm safely compressed and your good arm free. 

“Not too tight?” she checks, and you shake your head. “Alright, let’s get you out safely.” She keeps hold of the towel with one hand, and takes your free hand in her other, helping you step out onto the bathmat. The change in temperature makes you shiver, and Wanda, noticing, doesn’t waste any time in trying to get you dry. She’s careful of your arm and she makes sure not to linger too long or too close in certain areas, but overall she’s clinical and efficient. When she’s done, she rearranges the towel in the same way, so she can clasp it together at your front with one hand. She leans down to pick up the socks from the floor, then gives you a gentle tug with the towel, moving you two steps towards the shelf to add the bundle of clean clothes she picked out to the pair of socks in her hand. The she leads you towards the door, out into her bedroom, where she gently guides you to sit on the edge of her bed, and moves your left hand to replace her grip of the towel. You stare at her expectantly, brain completely blank and waiting for instructions. Your hair drips onto the towel, and your shoulder feels sore from the strain of holding it up without the sling, but you can’t find it within you to care or complain. All you can think of is Wanda, because she crouches in front of you, sliding your dangling feet through the holes of your underwear, and gently sliding the fabric up over your knees. Then she does the same with a pair of pyjama shorts, and finally she replaces the fluffy socks from before. 

“Pull these up, baby,” she tells you, giving you a little pat on your knee. Every time she uses that nickname, it makes you feel so flustered and needy. But it’s a nice feeling, somehow. You wouldn’t trade it for the world. 

You stand up slowly, and fumble awkwardly to shuffle the underwear and shorts up beneath the towel. When you finish,  she smiles praisingly and takes over holding the towel again. She readies the sling behind you on the bed, then holds up one of your oversized t-shirts and gives you a moment to process, before unwrapping the towel from around you and placing it down on the floor. She’s quick to cover you, sliding your bad arm through the sleeve then letting you wriggle your other in before slipping it over your head. The feeling of the soft, loose t-shirt calms you. You’re covered, but not compressed. After a day of emotional upheaval and physical tension, this is what you need.

Wanda carefully pulls your hair out where it’s been tucked beneath the t-shirt, then she starts putting your sling back on. It’s a relief when it’s over, and you can relax your arm muscles again. 

“Now, my darling — I’m going to get changed out of my work clothes and into something comfy too. Would you like to go downstairs and see if dinner is ready?”

You stare at her. She’s worded it as a question, and it confuses you. If she’d given it as an instruction, you would have obeyed, albeit reluctantly. But she’s asked you, and your honest answer would be no. 

Is that even okay? For your answer to be no? 

“C-can I stay?” you ask meekly. Then, realising that this sounds weird and intrusive, you amend your request with haste. “Or — can I wait outside for you? Please?”

Wanda smiles, that nose-scrunching smile that tells you she’s happy, amused. She takes your hand and gives it a little squeeze.

“Of course you can stay, my love. Take a seat and I’ll be quick.” With her hold of your hand, she pushes you back a little until your thighs touch the edge of the bed. You sit, staring at her and mourning the loss of her touch as she lets go of your hand, picks the towel up from the floor and moves to her walk-in closet. When you look down at your lap, you feel that same ache inside. Along with a dampness between your legs, that you can’t entirely blame on the bathwater.

Wanda emerges a minute later in a plain blue t-shirt and light grey joggers, holding a small, thin towel in her hand. 

“For your hair,” she tells you quietly, as she sits down on the bed beside you. “So you don’t get cold, during dinner.” She wraps your hair in it, then gently dries it off. At one point, you feel her chest press against your shoulder as she leans to reach the other side of your head. You bite the inside of your cheek, willing your body not to betray you, but feeling the warmth and the ache blooming anyway.

“Good enough, I think,” Wanda decides, standing up again and walking to the bathroom you watch her walk in and hang the bathmat over the side of the tub, before picking up your running clothes. She brings them and the towel back to her closet, where you assume she must have a laundry basket. “Okay,” she says then, offering her hand as she approaches, “let’s go down and see Natty. Dinner must be ready by now.”

———

When you reach the kitchen, the table is already set, and Natasha is already standing up from her stool at the counter, smiling in greeting.

“Ready when you are,” she says warmly.

Wanda guides you to sit in your usual seat, but then she sits down on the chair at the end, not her usual place opposite you. Natasha doesn’t seem to bat an eye at this, she just rearranges the place settings, moving the plate, glass and cutlery from where she normally sits, to the space in front of Wanda. Then she sits down in Wanda’s usual seat, and smiles reassuringly at you. She doesn’t seem bothered by Wanda’s closeness to you. In fact, she seems happy. It undoes the knot of worry before it can tug itself tight.

You don’t feel hungry at first, and you expect to struggle through even the small plate Natasha serves you, but find yourself pleasantly surprised by your appetite, once you start eating. The food is good, really good, and it’s perhaps also going down better tonight, because you actually did a bit of exercise today. Whenever you look up, Natasha seems to be pleased. And though Wanda doesn’t draw attention to your improved appetite with her words, she grants you an affectionate touch every so often, conveying her approval with a stroke of your hair, or a light squeeze above your knee. 

When you finish your plate, you nibble your lip and look up. Natasha watches you for a moment, still chewing. 

“Would you like some more?” she asks once she’s swallowed. Her voice is neutral; her smile is soft and unassuming. You do want more, but there’s that familiar tug in your brain, holding you back. Natasha tilts her head, but her expression doesn’t change. You know she’s figuring you out, though. She’s good at reading you. Maybe even better than Wanda, at times. “You know, I gave you a small portion to begin with,” she says casually. “Just to see if you liked it. It’s okay to have more, if you want.”

You look down at your plate, thinking. Fighting. 

“Yes please,” you say quietly, looking back up at her and feeling the tension ease in your chest as you breathe out. She nods, her face unchanged apart from the smallest little twitch at the left corner of her lips. A tiny, hidden smile. A smile she’s containing, so she doesn’t put pressure on you. Knowing that makes it seep in through your skin, warm like a hug.

After dinner, the three of you move downstairs to the sofa, and Wanda presses play on the next episode of She-Ra without pre-amble or discussion. You tuck your feet up beneath you for a bit, your left hand lifting to your mouth and the fingernail of your forefinger pressing against your lips until you notice the habit and move your hand back to your lap. You feel so tired but also there’s still that familiar, constant buzzing in your body that won’t still. The longer you spend around them, and the more comfortable you feel in their presence, the harder it is to hide. You cross your legs and shuffle back against the cushions. But that stance only lasts for a minute, before you have to try another, sliding forward to dangle your legs over the edge again. 

“Y/N, would you like me to braid your hair again?” Natasha asks. You turn to face her, sitting cross legged in the corner and waiting patiently for your response. You nod.

“Yes please.”

“Alright,” Natasha says, with a smile. She reaches forward, and pulls a hairbrush out from the shelf beneath the coffee table. Then she opens her legs into a V, placing her feet flat on the cushions at either side so her knees can lift up and form a clear space for you to sit. She pats the empty spot expectantly, and you stand up, left arm curling around your stomach as you approach. You sit down, and she gives you a gentle squeeze on your good shoulder.

“Same braid?” she asks you, and you nod. “Alright. Just focus on the screen to keep your head straight. If it hurts, let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree.

There’s a pause, in which you curl your fingers a little deeper into your waist, trying to contain the buzz, and the urge to move. Natasha seems to be considering something, considering you.

“Can you hold this for me?” she asks, holding something out in her left hand, and forcing you to unravel your anxious hold of your torso to accept the hair tie she holds out to you.

Natasha starts brushing your hair then, and you look back to the screen. You roll the hair tie between your fingertips, twisting and stretching it subconsciously as you tune back in to the episode. The combination of watching the show, fidgeting with the hair tie, and feeling Natasha’s fingers pull your hair into a tight braid — it settles you, muffling the buzz like a weighted blanket, until finally it fades away completely.

A/N: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this, and I wish you well ♡

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lol imagine ur sister (not really ur sister but she is your sister anyway) who tried (and failed) to keep you safe. and then she LEAVES and all you have are the memories of her before that and you are so angry about her leaving. but there isn’t much you can do about it, because it’s not long before you cant remember yourself anyways, between the brainwashing and then the chemical subjugation—that’s just how it is. and then suddenly your not-sister is an avenger and you see her plastered on magazines everywhere. so you only get to see her if you catch a glimpse of a magazine. and then! once ur free of the chemical subjugation and reunite you get a limited amount of time with her before you have to take down the real red room AND ur not-sister is on the run bc the avengers got a divorce so she has to back into hiding before of course, the world needs saving again, because it always does. which is fine bc ur busy now freeing the widows but you will have time to catch up, surely. now that you and the widows are free and the red room is Gone. but then thanos happens. all you know is your not-sister has to go again. and then YOU go. and suddenly they tell you five years has passed in the blink of an eye and that your sister died to save the world. she died to bring you and billions others back. even in death she was looking out for you. she but now she is gone. and she is never coming back. and you will never get to know any more of her. you can only know what other people tell you about her, and there aren’t many of those people left. so now what? what do you do now to build the ghost in your head?

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Yelena: Bob, could I ask you a question?

Bob: Yeah.

Yelena: Why are we lying on the ground?

Bob: You got knocked unconscious in that last fight, so I laid down next to you so everyone would just think we were chillin'.

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To anyone who caught the original version of this post before I edited it… no you didn’t. It was never meant for this blog, oops. As a peace offering, please enjoy this adorable gif of Wanda Maximoff being ridiculously cute with her lil nose scrunch x

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Yelena’s day off.

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💜

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Yelena: It’s really frustrating.

Kate: What is it?

Yelena: Watching Y/N openly flirt with Wanda and Wanda not realizing it.

Kate, wearing a "Date Me Yelena Pls" shirt: Haha yeah, she's so oblivious.

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Lucky's Check-Up

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Vet! Reader 

Summary: Any excuse to bring Lucky in for a check-up is a good excuse in Kate’s eyes. ➥ Fluff

Warnings: None | 1.6K

Walking into the waiting room a smile instantly took over your lips as you saw your regular client, Lucky, waiting for his monthly check up. He wagged his tail excitingly as you approached him and his owner, Kate. “How’s the Lucky boy today?” you greeted you gently patted the golden boy. “He’s good, we’re just here for his cheek ups and nail trimming as usual” Kate smiled as she held tightly onto his lead. “Just give me a second, I’ll grab his file and we can get started” you gave Kate a soft smile before making your way behind the reception to the filing cabinet. 

“Okay boy, this is it! This is the day, I’m gonna do!” Kate whispered to Lucky who tilted his head at her words, “I know I say this every time, but I mean it this time” she adds as if Lucky truly understands her words. “Just do what you do best, be a cutie” she scratched behind his ear before you returned. 

“Come this way” you smiled once more before leading the two down the small hall into an examining room, closing the door gently after them. Kate sat on the provided chair with Lucky sitting at her feet while you glanced at his file. “So, I hope we stopped giving him full serves of pizza?” you cocked a playful brow at Kate. She shyly smiled, “of course, he’s down to 3, 4 if he’s super hungry” she chuckled. You playfully shook your head, chuckling with her. “I’d like to hear that he’s at none but that’s improvement” you dotted down in your notes. 

“We’re trying but pizza is just so good! Isn’t that right lucky!” 

Lucky barked in response. 

“Oh, is that right Lucky?” you cocked your brow at him with a smile, “is there anything you’re concerned about? He’s taking his monthly worming tablets and he’s up to date with his vacations” you looked down at your notes once again. 

“He has an itch but I’m sure it’s not fleas. We keep up with his grooming regularly” 

“Mmm” you hummed before putting his file on the countertop then kneeling to Lucky’s level to give his coat a look over. “How often do you bathe him?” you asked. 

“Once a week” 

“You should only bathe him once every four weeks unless he’s really in need for a bath” you explained with a friendly smile. “Noted” Kate returned the smile, “he’ll like that, he hates bath time” she chuckled. You looked up at her while patting Lucky softly, “I’m sure he does” you said. “Now, let’s have a look at those teeth of yours” you looked to Lucky before gently lifting his lips to check his teeth. 

“Everything is perfect as should be, keep giving him his daily dental chew” you smiled once again before washing your hands in the skin, “now, let’s clip those nails, shall we?”

Lucky wagged his tail causing you to chuckle, “I’ve never known a dog to be excited to have their nails clipped” you commented, grabbing the nail clippers from the drawer. Kate watched in awe as you placed Lucky onto the bench, he instantly laid on his back expecting a belly rub, “after your nails cutie” you cooed at him before clipping his nails with care. 

Kate smiled softly at how gentle and caring you were with Lucky, “he’s such a good boy! You’ve trained him well” you spoke as you continued to clip his nails. “Oh, I found him like that” Kate replied as she brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

“And we’re done! You’re a very good boy Lucky, let me get you a treat” you grabbed the treat jar and gave him a beefy treat and one for his travels. “Don’t tell the boss I gave you two” you winked at him before allowing him off the bench. 

“Thank you so much!” Kate smiled. 

“It’s what I’m here for” you washed your hands once more, “is there anything else I can do for you today? We can book Lucky in for a reclip in a couple of weeks at the reception before you go” 

“Actually” Kate paused as she stood up, “there is one thing” she smiled, her cheeks flustered in red as she brushed down her coat from Lucky’s fur. Lucky looked between the two of you still wagging his tail, “What’s that?” you asked kindly with a smile. Kate froze, Lucky wiggled move closer to her feet, “S-sorry, it must have slipped my mind” her eyes dropped to Lucky, “thank you for today! We’ll be back in a few weeks for his nails again” Kate smiled before quickly hurrying out of the room leaving you slightly confused. 

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Only a couple of days later did you walk out to the waiting room to see Lucky and Kate again. “Is everything okay?” you asked Kate. “I hope so, uhm, there’s this thing I noticed on Lucky’s leg, and I just wanted to see if you could have a look at it for me? If you have time” Kate replied as her eyes circled the busy room. “Sure, let’s have a look, which leg?” you kneeled down to Lucky, patting him gently as Kate pointed to his front right leg. 

“It’s like a mole or something” Kate added as you moved around Lucky’s fur, you smiled softly when you found what she was talking about, “nothing to worry about, it’s just a skin tag. He’s fine” you stood back up, brushing fur off your knees. “Oh” Kate chuckled, “now I feel stupid for wasting your time” she added. “Don’t be, you have every right to be worried if you think something isn’t right. No question is a stupid question in here” you smiled. 

Kate’s eyes dropped to Lucky once again, leaving you concerned even more. “Kate, is there something else? You seem worried or concerned” you spoke as you took the open seat beside her, “Lucky is in perfect health” you added for comfort. 

“Oh, I know, I just” she paused for a moment, gripping Lucky’s lead tightly, “I worry about him, he’s family” she added. Gently you placed your hand on top of hers and look into her eyes, “Kate, he’s very lucky to have you as his owner. I can assure you that he is healthy and living his best life. You have nothing to worry about yet, he’s still very young” you smiled softly when nodded at your words, “thank you! And again, I am so sorry for wasting your time” she spoke quickly, rushing to stand to her feet. “You didn’t waste my time, Kate, it’s okay” you replied. Before you knew it Kate and Lucky were out the door in a rush, you brushed it off and moved onto the next client. 

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“Don’t look at me like that, I freaked out! Their hand was touching mine!” Kate looked at Lucky as she sat down on the nearest bench, “Got anything else you need checked over?” she cocked a brow at the pup who only wagged his tail at her words. “Anything would help” she adds but no reply from Lucky just a lick of his lips and a wag of his tail. 

The next day you were working the reception desk while your co-worker took lunch, you greet everybody with a smile and filled out their forms and requests. You weren’t paying much attention to the desk as you looked at the computer screen to make sure all bookings were correct, “just a second” you spoke, eyes never leaving the screen. 

“It’s okay, take your time” the familiar voice caught your attention, you looked up from the screen and smiled, “Kate, what can we do for Lucky today?” 

“Actually, I’m n-not here for Lucky today” Kate spoke nervously, Lucky’s lead in her tight grip. “Oh okay, is everything okay?” you asked, your brows turning into a worried frown. 

“Would you” Kate paused when she looked into your eyes, “I’m sorry…you…you make me nervous” she admits to your surprise. “I do?” you asked. “You do and I like it…I mean, it’s sometimes hard to talk to you because you’re just so chill and beautiful and sometimes I don’t know what to say because I’m scared I’m going to say something stupid and yesterday I just made the exc- “ 

“Kate, slow down. Take deep breath, I can barely understand you” you kindly stopped her from talking a million miles per minute. She took a deep breath and exhaled, “w-would you like to go out for dinner sometime?” she froze as the words left her lips. At first you were a little taken back but then it slowly made sense, the words you couldn’t quite understand. 

“Sure” you smiled, “I’d like that” you replied. 

“I’m s-sorry, what?” Kate looked confused at your answer, you chuckled lightly. “I’d love to go to dinner with you” you repeated. Kate’s cheeks turned rosey, “oh, right, well, great!” she smiled softly, you could tell she was shocked and nervous. “How about tomorrow night?” she asked. 

“Suits me, do you want to just meet here, or I can meet you somewhere?” you suggested.

“Lucky and I can meet you here when your shift ends if that’s easier, he comes with me everywhere…I hope that’s okay” Kate’s thumb twirled with his lead, “I’d be upset if he didn’t join us. I’ll see you here tomorrow night” you smiled. 

“Great, I’ll be here” Kate returned the smile then turned to walk out the door, your co-worker coming in just as she left. “What was that about?” she’s jumping up and down like a child” she chuckled. You smiled at the image, “She just wanted to re-book Lucky’s nail clipping appointment” you lied. 

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