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the fact that i had similar experience with the color red, made this hit me harder than i thought😀

The Color of Her

Wanda x Reader

AN: GUYS! I don't think you understand. This had been sitting in my drafts for FOREVER, because I didn't like it for some reason, but I read it over today for inspiration, and I suddenly approved of everything I've written. The world is right again. Actually so happy about this fic. 100% one of my favorite fics to have written. Hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: From the night she saved you to the night you proposed, loving Wanda was always red.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Oneshot

Warning/s: Mentions of injury and death

Flashbacks in italics and ***

Word Count: 2.7k

Colors have long been used as symbols for people, places, things, and ideas. Every shade of life can be drawn to the spectrum of colors that existed in our world.

And loving Wanda was red.

Red like the glow that lit up the darkness when everything had seem lost.

***

Everywhere was hurting-your head, your legs, your arms- even the simple act of breathing sent a torturous wave of pain crashing through you.

Darkness was all that surrounded you, keeping you enveloped in nothingness. Sometimes you would hear the faint clattering of stones falling in the distant, or the desperate pleas of dying voices on their last breath, but you tuned them out as best you could.

You didn't know how long you had been down there, under the rubble of the collapsed building, but the smell of rotting corpses had begun making its way through the air, spiking the nauseousness you were already experiencing, and a part of you started wondering when you would join them.

You didn't need to see the blood to know that you had lost a lot.

The rescuers weren't coming, and if they were, they weren't going to find you before death did. Maybe it was time to rest, time to give up, time to let go.

But then you saw it- the brief flicker of red. It only lasted a fraction of a second, gone so fast that you could've blinked and missed it, but you hadn't; you saw it. You pulled your mind out of its haze, managing a weak shout for help.

No one should've been able to hear you, yet she had.

Rocks were thrown aside, and the ground seemed to shake underneath you. You felt the stone that had been trapping your leg being lifted off, letting out a sweet gasp of relief at the removal of the painful pressure. In seconds, you were completely uncovered, freed from the prison of which you had spent hours in.

She stood there by the entrance, eyes glowing, hair wildly blowing in the wind, two concentrated orbs in each hand. The glow of her magic washed over your face, entrancing you in its light, and the red was the last thing you saw before exhaustion pulled you back into the darkness.

***

Red like her hair the day she waltzed back into your life.

***

There was the soft clicks of heels on marble floor as someone rushed towards the closing elevator door. The noise drew your attention up from your phone screen, just in time for you to notice the approaching figure. Reaching an arm out, you stuck it between the closing crack of the sliding doors, the sensors picking up the movement and retracting the metal gates, allowing the jogging woman to slide in with ease.

"Oh! Thank you so much." She gratefully panted out, trying to catch her breath.

You only offered her a polite smile before returning your gaze to your phone.

It had been one year since the building you had previously worked at collapsed atop you; one year since you've brushed hands with death; one year since being saved by the mysterious stranger.

When you had awoken from your injuries, the woman had been no where to be found. No one else at the hospital seemed to have known who she was either: the doctors and nurses oddly unable to recall how you had been delivered to the hospital.

Recovering from all the injuries you had sustained had taken months, with you spending almost every second looking for the woman with glowing hands, but to no avail.

Eventually you had given up.

Choosing to leave behind the trauma and injury, you had moved to New York, searching for a clean slate. You got a new job, new apartment, new life, and the mysterious woman was long forgotten.

Or so you thought, because the elevator chimed again, signaling its arrival onto a new floor. You shuffled out of the way, making room for more people to enter. The lift came to a halt, the two metal doors sliding smoothly open, and in walked Wanda Maximoff, red hair trailing behind in the wind.

***

Red like dress she wore to the party the night she asked you out.

***

You fiddled with the collar of the uniform you were wearing, feeling extremely out of place among the rich and luxurious that were gracing the halls of the Avenger Tower. While everyone else was draped in fine jewelry, soft silk, and designer dresses, drinking bubbly champagne and socializing with the other wealthy elites, you were tucked away in the corner of the room, dressed in the standard black attire assigned by SHIELD.

When you had accepted Maria Hill's invitation to Stark's Annual Charity Gala, you hadn't know it would be under the pretense of work. Instead, you had only thought it to be the perfect opportunity to meet the Scarlet Witch and thank her personally for saving your life a year ago, but to your luck, not only were you stuck on surveillance, you had also been stationed in the corner furthest from the entrance, where virtually no one ever wandered to, thus completely squishing your hopes of meeting Wanda.

Letting out a small sigh, you glanced at the clock on the wall, counting down the hours until the next agent would come to take over your shift.

"You look like you're having the time of your life." A lightly accented voice teased, drawing your attention to the figure that had approached you while you had been lost in thought. Your eyes widened as you took them in and it took all the willpower you had to not let your jaw drop right down to the floor.

Wanda stood just a few feet away, looking absolutely stunning in her dress. The fabric wrapped tightly around her curves, blossoming out near the waist, but retaining its slick fit form throughout. Her hair was curled into small waves that fell over her shoulders and back, the latter completely exposed by the dress, revealing the smooth skin underneath. And the red, the red of the fabric that she wore suited her perfectly, complementing her eyes and drawing out the striking green.

"I-I.." You stuttered out intelligently, unable to form coherent words. Wanda let out a small giggle, the bubbly sound awakening the butterflies in your stomach.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot." She explained, looking genuinely apologetic.

You shook your head, waving off her concern, "Oh, don't apologize. I was just a little star struck at finally meeting you." You admitted with a small laugh. Wanda tilted her head in question, clearly not understanding, "It's just, well, I'm not sure if you remember, but around a year ago, you saved me from a collapsed building." You elaborated.

Anxiety washed over you. What if she didn't remember who you were? She was an Avenger after all, you seriously doubted that she recalled the faces of every single person she had ever rescued. Suddenly feeling dumb, you felt the urge to just crawl into a hole and never leave.

There was a few more slow blinks from Wanda before recognition flooded her eyes, "Wait, you're the one from the fallen building!" She exclaimed, "I knew there was something familiar about you the day I saw you in the elevator!"

You involuntarily let out a small sigh of relief, "Yeah, I really have to thank you for saving me. The rescuers wouldn't have even started rummaging through the rubble where I was until weeks after you found me. If it weren't for you, I would be dead right now."

Wanda waved off your thanks, "It was nothing, really. Your thoughts were practically calling out to me." She paused for a split second like she was debating something, "If you really want to thank me though, how about letting me take you out to dinner next Friday?" She finally asked.

Your eyebrows shot up and you almost fell over in surprise, barely catching yourself in time. Was she-?

"Yeah that would be great." You heard yourself reply, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

A wide smile split across the Sokovian's face, "It's a date then."

***

Red like her wine stained lips the first time that you kissed.

***

Wanda sat by the bar, legs elegantly crossed, a hand perched gracefully atop her knee. She swirled a cup of wine in the other, face a mask of complete boredom as she took a sip, the red of the liquid staining her lips. You watched her from across the room, patiently waiting for the target, and like clockwork, he entered the scene.

You saw his eyes sweep the room, carefully avoiding his gaze when it passed by your side of the bar.

To Wanda's approval, and your immediate disgust, his eyes seemed to land on the Sokovian and stay there as a predatory smile spread across his face.

Wanda played her part well, too well in your opinion.

Though you knew she was only following orders, you couldn't help but dislike the way her hands would linger on the target's arms, or the way she would gaze up through her long lashes. Still, you willed yourself to remained unreactive until Wanda's form passed by your table.

Picking up on her intentions, you followed her to the bathroom of the bar.

"What happened, did you already get the drive off him?" You asked the second the door closed behind you, confused as to why she had signaled for you to meet her here.

The redhead rolled her eyes, "No, not yet. But you need to stop staring at us." She chided.

"I was not staring!" You protested, knowing damn well you had.

"You're right." She conceded with mock sincerity, "You were glaring." You opened your mouth to argue but she stopped you with a hand, "Don't even try to deny it." She tutted.

"He was touching you! And you were letting him!" You exclaimed.

Wanda furrowed her eyebrows, "Yes, because I needed to seduce him so that he would let his guard down ."

"It looks more like he was seducing you, if you asked me." You muttered under your breath.

A small flicker of amusement appeared on her face, "You're jealous aren't you?" She suddenly accused.

"What?! NO! I'm not-"

Wanda leaned forward, lips gently pressing onto yours. The words of denial died inside your throat.

Leaning back, a victorious smile now sat on her face, "Don't even try deny it." She said again, before leaving you shocked and alone in the restroom, the faintest hint of red wine on your lips.

***

Red like the walls of the apartment you painted together.

***

Placing the two buckets of paint onto the covered floors of your living room, you let out a sigh of relief, "Wow those cans were heavy." You mused as you wrung your tired hands.

Wanda smiled up from her spot near the windows where she was taping the last of the white frame of the windows so that paint wouldn't get onto it, "Well, I did offer to help, but someone was adamant about hauling all of the paint up by themselves."

You shook your head in disappointment as you opened the buckets of paint, mixing the content inside, "That someone really needs to make better decisions in the future."

Wanda let out a small laugh, finishing up her taping and making her way over to you, "Yes, yes they do."

You stopped your stirring to pout, "I'd say they made a great decisions sometimes though, like when they asked out their girlfriend for example."

The Sokovian tilted her head in amusement, "If I remember correctly, I was the one to ask you out."

You shook your head, "Nooo, couldn't be. I'm pretty sure I did."

Wanda dipped a brush into the bucket you were holding, lifting the brush up to create a waterfall of paint, "Uh huh, right, and this paint here is green."

You dipped your finger into the bucket, Wanda watching curiously. Tapping the finger on the side of the bucket, you nodded in mild satisfaction, then without any hesitation, you took your paint covered finger out and smeared it across Wanda's cheek, "No, I think it might actually be red."

Surprise in Wanda's eyes barely registered before giving way to challenge, "Oh?" A wet paint brush was brushed over your chin, "I REALLY think it's green.”

A chuckled escaped your lips as paint slid down your neck, droplets hitting the mat below you with loud splats, "I suppose I will just have to convince you." You declared, dunking your whole hand into the bucket. In seconds, a full out war broke out, paint flying absolutely everywhere. Wanda used her powers to control multiple brushes at once, bombarding you with squadrons of her own creation, "HEY! That has to be cheating!" You protested between attacks.

"All is fair in love and war!" She shouted back with a giddy laugh.

You weren’t sure you agreed her logic, but another wave of attacks prevented you from protesting any more.

***

Red like the flush of her cheeks the night you proposed.

***

The giggle of the Sokovian next to you pulled you out of your thoughts.

"I can't believe Yelena actually convinced me to do that!" Wanda was saying, biting her lips to stop from laughing again. You hummed in acknowledgement. The woman seemed to notice your distracted state, beautiful green eyes turning to look at you fully, "You alright there, milyy?" She tenderly asked, voice faintly laced with concern, gently brushing a lock of hair from your face.

You leaned towards her touch, smiling with a nod, "Just thinking about how much I love you." You answered softly.

The redhead’s gaze softened, and she ha to look away to hide the blush of her cheek. You reached out a hand, turning her face back towards you, "I love you, Wanda." You repeated, making sure she understood.

The emotions in her eyes increased ten fold. Wanda leaned in, capturing your lips into a soft kiss, "I love you, (Y/N)." She whispered back.

You caressed her cheeks with your thumb lovingly, one hand still cradling her face, the other snaking its way down to your pockets. Slowly, you pulled away from Wanda, the redhead furrowing her brows in confusion. You ignore her questioning brow.

In one smooth movement, you untangled yourself from her and dropped to one knee.

***

Yes, loving Wanda was red. It was beautiful, breathtaking, and incredible, but it just as staggering, devastating, and haunting.

Because it was the same red as crimson blood that had greeted you that horrifying night.

***

The scene was straight out of a nightmare.

Your apartment was completely trashed. The sofa was flipped over, cushions thrown in every direction. Broken dishes and glass looked like they had rained atop your living room, jagged shards threatening to harm anyone not careful enough to avoid them. The lights in all the rooms were busted, a dull buzz filling the otherwise silence.

But the thing that made your heart stop was the blood.

There was so much blood.

The carpet of your living room was soaked with a distinctly dark stain, the smell of it all filling your nose and making you gag.

You had no doubt that if the room was better illuminated, if you had taken a better look, if your walls hadn't already been painted red: you would've found the entire room washed in the color.

You faintly made out the silhouettes of fallen HYDRA agents in the shadow, easily recognizing that they were dead upon examination.

Someone had done quite a number on them.

Your blood ran cold.

There were agents in your living room, a fight clearly having occurred, but while the enemies were dead, where was-

"Wanda?" You suddenly called out, fear leaking into your voice as a terrifying thought crossed your mind, "Wanda?" You ran through the apartment, practically tearing doors off their hinges as you searched for your wife, "WANDA!" You shouted again, feeling your breathing turn frantic.

The kitchen was empty.

The bathroom was too.

It was only in the room at end of the hall that you found her...

... and wished you hadn't.

Broken and battened, she laid, body limp on the floor, a horrible, gut wrenching red halo around her.

And when you dropped to your knees to hold her, the color soaked into the blue of your pants.

***

It was the same red as the blinding light of the ambulance as they took her away.

***

Your eyes were burning from the harshness of the light.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)?" Someone was saying. You felt them squeeze your arm.

Red.

Another shadow crossed your peripheral, and the pressure on your arms was removed.

"They're not responding." You faintly made out through the ringing.

Red.

The pressure in your arm came back, this time on the other side.

"Hey, (Y/N) (L/N)? Fury sent us, could you come with us?" Someone different asked.

You didn't respond.

Red.

The hand on your arm finally tightened, forcing you to turn away from the sight of the unrelenting ambulance light.

"(Y/N)?"

But the red remained...

***

It was the same red as the tear rimmed eyes of your friends and family when the doctors broke the news.

***

"I'm sorry." The man in white apologized, looking truly apologetic. The nurse in blue bed inside him looked away in regret.

Clint let out a shaky gasp, falling back onto the seat he had been in just moment before.

Steve looked down to the floor, shaking his head sadly.

Natasha slammed her fist into the wall.

And you?

You could only stand and stare, feet rooted into the white marbled ground beneath you, and eyes locked onto the two large beige doors of the operating room.

There was a painful tightening in your chest and a burning in your lungs.

The world started growing fuzzy around the corners, the clean white walls of the hospital collapsing in on your vision, and you saw black creeping in as your legs gave out.

Tony ran to your side, catching you as you fell, a blur of colors-blue, white, brown, black- but not red.

***

Red.

Red.

Red.

Loving Wanda was always red, you just never thought that losing her would be too.

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AN: 😃, thoughts?

[Masterlist]

Taglist (Wanda + General): @reminiscingtonight, @lostandsearching, @peachbear88, @cantcontroltheirfear, @wellsayhelloaagin, @miphas-trident, @olsensnpm, @iliketozoneout

[lucydiibi]

i have mixed feelings. but wanda.

Imagine: Wanda calls you her precious flower.

*Not my GIF.

CW: Body horror, mind wipe?, small amount of mind control

miláčik = darling.

moja vzácna kvetina = my precious flower

môj sladký anjel = my sweet angel

Delicate, sweet, pure, angelic, precious, innocent.

Those are the words that Wanda Maximoff uses to describe you. You have such an innocent and shy demeanor. Your quiet presence only makes you stand out to her. You’re so easily startled by the littlest sudden sounds, and the littlest things make you cry; seeing a cute puppy while you’re out on a walk, watching animals and favorite characters die in movies, little surprises, whenever the Avengers get into tense fights. Whenever an Avenger comes back injured, you’re always first to their side to see if they’re okay. Whenever they’re sad, you timidly go up to them and hug them. Sometimes you’ll go and cuddle them when they look upset. You apologize to inanimate objects when you accidentally bump into them. Sometimes you’ll apologize for things when you think they’re your fault, even when they aren’t. This sweet, affectionate, and soft-hearted nature of yours only makes Wanda’s heart melt even more. 

When you two begin dating, Wanda calls you her precious flower. She loves it when you were pastels and floral colors. She loves seeing you blush the color of a rose, flower crowns in your hair, and that precious little smile on your face. She loves to hear that sweet laugh of yours; it’s as clear and as musical as a bluebell if it could ring. Those wide innocent eyes of yours, opening up like blossoming daisies. Your very existence just brings so much light and love into her life, something that she’s needed for so long.

You’re just…..so precious to her…

So smol. 

So sweet. 

So adorable. 

She can’t let you lose that angelic personality to the jaded world.

Something has to be done.

============================================

One day, Wanda suggests that you two go to the park for a picnic date. It’s a lovely spring day, not too windy and not too hot, so you agree. She takes you to a spot that’s a favorite for you two; she lays the blanket out underneath a cherry blossom tree at the top of a small hill. Wanda tells you that she’s made some rose blossom tea and asks if you wish to try it; you taste one cup, but then you ask for more. The fragrance is amazing, and the taste is just as lovely, if not better. The petals from the tree above you are beginning to fall, so that after you finish eating and have your head on Wanda’s lap, a cherry blossom petal falls perfectly on your nose, startling you slightly. This makes Wanda giggle.

“Nature just gravitates towards you, (y/n),” Wanda smiles as she strokes your hair. “Especially flowers.”

Nodding you cuddle up closer, feeling slightly tired.

“Can we make flower crowns while we’re here?” you mumble sleepily. 

“Of course we can, miláčik.”

It always makes you smile when she calls you pet names in Sokovian. The sound is just so…..soothing. Some may find it harsh, but not you. While your head rests upon Wanda’s lap, she softly sings Sokovian lullabies to you, gently bringing you into a soothing trance of sorts. Wanda looks down and notices that you’re drifting off. She pulls out another blanket and places it on you.

“Sweet dreams,” she whispers as she gives you a butterfly’s kiss. 

“Moja vzácna kvetina…..”

=============================================

Your eyes flutter open like a butterfly’s wings, but you see that you’re no longer at the park. Instead you see polished wood and a mobile of butterflies, and in between is a crystalline glass, the faint light from a small nearby window dancing upon it gently. Your hand brushes the floor, and your find that the material is soft, almost like being in a coffin. You feel a breeze inside of it as well. Not only that, but your clothing feels different. It’s silky. Pulling the fabric up to your eye’s view, you see yourself dressed in pure white.

You try to sit up, but gasp and cry out when your head hits glass.

“Ouch! Wha…what the?”

“Oh, moja vzácna kvetina…..”

A sigh from the right makes your hair stand on end. You look to see your girlfriend lying on her front on a mattress, staring at you in adoration, a dreamy smile on her face. Behind her looks to be a bedroom themed around a faerie garden of sorts; you’re not sure, as it’s difficult to tell through the white-veiled canopy she has drawn.

“Wha…what’s going on?” you ask terrified.

Wanda opens the casing and gently cups your cheek, stroking it with her thumb.

“You’re blossoming so beautifully, (y/n),” she sighs. “It took weeks to get just the right positioning for the seeds in your head to make a perfect crown. But it was all worth it. I did it all for you….”

You reach up to your head and gasp to find that, indeed, there’s a flower crown on it. You try to take it off, but Wanda stops you.

“Oh, no, no, no, miláčik,” she gasps, gently bringing your hand down. “Those flowers took so long to grow. I had to make sure the petals would accentuate your hair just right.”

Suddenly, you also feel her finger moving up and down your arms slowly. 

“And the blossoms here are so precious….just like you.”

You look down to see flowers, spiraling down to your wrists which has a bigger flower at the end, almost like corsages. You try to pull at one as discreetly as possible, but when you tug at it, you feel a sensation in your arm, as if it’s connected to your nerves. And then a horrible realization hits you.

“Are….are these flowers….?”

“How else are they going to be nourished?” she asks innocently, tilting her head.

Your heart is beating wildly.

“H-how long have I been asleep?” you whimper.

Wanda taps the tip of her finger just above her upper lip as she thinks back, her eyes glancing up at the ceiling.

“I suppose our picnic date was about…..six weeks ago perhaps?”

You begin to panic even more. You don’t know what’s happened to your girlfriend, but you know she’s gone insane. In a desperate attempt to escape, you try to slide out of the casing, but a wisp of scarlet surrounds you and your mind goes blank for a second. When you come to, you find that you’re back inside.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n),” she sighs. “But I simply can’t have moja vzácna kvetina wandering around in this cruel, cruel world. That’s why I’ve brought you here; it’s somewhere no one will ever find us, somewhere not on a map, or even in the same universe.”

“W-Wanda….what did you do to me?” you tremble.

“I’ve always called you my precious flower, because you are a precious flower,” she replies as she strokes your cheek. “You have such a soft-hearted and sweet nature, such a delicate nature, just like a flower. But the world is cruel to flowers, and these flowers must be protected and loved. So I figured; why not? And thanks to the spells I’ve placed on us, there’s no need to worry about death, as long as you stay here; there’s no need for eating, drinking, aging, anything of the sort. Except for sleep; you always look so sweet when you’re asleep that I just couldn’t give that up. All you’ll need to be fulfilled is sleep and my love, but especially my love. That’s another reason that I can’t let you leave; without my love, you’d wilt away and die….and that thought makes my heart hurt.

“Those flowers recycle your blood as nutrients, and they do it very quickly. So even if the petals are flattened when we cuddle, they’ll return to their former state. When we’re not cuddling, you’ll be in here where I can watch you, keep you safe, adore you, love you…..”

“Bu….but what about when the spells wear off?” you tremble.

She giggles.

“Oh there’s no need to worry about that, miláčik. The spells will never wear off. I’ve made certain of it.”

That’s when you realize…..Wanda’s magic is extremely powerful. She’s been exposed to a freaking Infinity Stone. And lived. If anyone’s figured out a way around her magic, they’re keeping it to themselves, and that means you’re stuck like this forever. Now the tears begin to fall down your face. Wanda’s smile drops as she opens the glass casing fully, and brings you into her embrace.

“Oh, please don’t cry, môj sladký anjel,” she says sadly, kissing you and stroking your hair gently. “I promise it will be wonderful. You’ll have everything you need right here; a soft bed, complete safety, and someone who absolutely adores you beyond all comprehension. You can still eat and drink; it’s just not required, but it will give those flowers extra nutrients and make them more vibrant. If you ever get claustrophobic, I can always open the casing so that you can sleep next to me instead. And if you ever get bored, I can always conjure up things for you; a puppy, coloring books, butterflies, storybooks, we can even watch sitcoms together, or we can explore all sorts of dream worlds together with my magic.”

“But….but what about my family? My friends?” you whimper.

“You don’t need them, miláčik. The only person you’ll ever need from now on is me.”

“I….I want to be with them…” you cry, struggling against her embrace. “This is wrong….this is all wrong! I don’t want to be here! I want to go home! Let me go! LET ME GO!”

You’re in full panic mode. All of this is wrong. This isn’t the Wanda you know. This is a Wanda who’s stuck in some sort of delusion. You need to get help, for yourself and for her!

Wanda tries to calm you down, but you’re persistent. Tears fall down her face as she realizes what she has to do.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

With a scarlet wisp surrounding you, all memories of your family and friends fade far into your subconscious. Wanda wouldn’t dare erase them completely, she could never bring herself to. She brings the happy memories of you and her to the front of your mind, along with a few small suggestions….

….and you soon calm down completely.

You settle into her embrace, a sweet smile on your face, your thoughts filled with nothing but love for your girlfriend, now and forever. Stroking your hair, Wanda leans in close and gives you a soft kiss before whispering into your ear.

“This world doesn’t deserve an angel like you, sweet (y/n). You have such a pure soul-you are a pure soul-and the world outside will only hurt you. Sweet and innocent people, especially at your age, are very rare. They’re like diamonds; real diamonds. They’re extremely difficult to find, but once you do, they’re a treasure that needs to be protected. I want to be that for you. I want to protect you, keep you safe, love you, care for you. Stay with me, please.”

You nod.

“Of course I will, Wanda,” you sigh happily, leaning in close. “No one else makes me feel as loved as you do, sweetheart….”

She gives a small smile and begins to softly sing Sokovian lullabies to you. Your eyelids begin to flutter like a butterfly’s wings. As you drift off to sleep, you think about how you feel so safe and loved here, in the arms of your beloved girlfriend. You know you’re delicate, far too delicate. The world outside will only break you. But not here. Not with Wanda. She knows how to best keep you safe. She knows how to best make you feel loved. And it’s as she said; her spells are keeping you both from aging and dying, meaning that you two can spend all of eternity in each other’s arms. 

Yes…..everything is as it should be.

You don’t need anything else.

You don’t want anything else.

You don’t want anyone else.

All you want is right here.

“Sweet dreams, moja vzácna kvetina…..”

[lucydiibi]

it started…so well. why. why.

Running Home To You

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: This is part fluff, angst and a little bit of sexy stuff. Please enjoy. Natasha likes routine. Natasha builds one with reader.

Every morning, Natasha went out for a run. You liked it. Natasha built routines everywhere she went. Now, you were part of hers. 

When you’d first started thinking about a future with Natasha, you’d wondered how it could possibly work. So much of her life was determined by the Avenger’s Initiative. You realised that in a profound way, Natasha’s job was her life. It gave her meaning and it gave her purpose. 

Dates with Natasha had been few and far between. Often, they’d been found in brief moments at the coffee cart during her lunch break. Your job wasn’t far from Stark Tower and you took your opportunities readily. Natasha would meet you at the glass doors in the evening, ready for another date.

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[lucydiibi]

excuse me? excuse me? excuse me? mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry.

The Thirst (W.M) Pt. 2

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Vampire Reader (Dom!Reader x Bottom!Wanda)

Summary: Wanda Maximoff is searching for evidence if y/n and her vampire clan that she hates has anything to do with a killing spree that happened. After the unforgettable night she had with y/n, will she still searching for y/n?

Warning: SMUT 18+. Minor DNI. Mention of blood, strap-on, overstimulation, praise kink, spit, light chocking, DOM-SUB kink. Let me know if I miss any.

Requested: Yes (Let me know if you have any idea/request.) Requests are open.

A/n: Hello peeps! Please read this whole a/n. :D I never plan to write part 2 for this one shot but when I listened to Oxytocin by Billie Eilish this idea came up, and a reader request for part 2. So here it is and I went ALL OUT writing my 2nd SMUT, like totally ALL OUT. It’s long but trust me, it is super detailed. I have 2 songs that I strongly strongly strongly recommend for you to listen while reading certain part so you will feel / experience what I wrote and be in it. 

First: please listen to Save Me (Feat. MKLA) by Vintage Culture, Adam K while Wanda get ready for the party and when she walk around at the party. (Lyrics fits really well in this oneshot.)

Second: please listen to Oxytocin by Billie Eilish when y/n finally come to her (It says when this song starts playing in the party).

This is what y/n and Romain wear at the party.

This is what Wanda wear but i change it to white silk dress.

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[lucydiibi]

My eyes have been blessed. This was as beautiful as hurtful. I need a part two!!!!!!!-&/&*.$.

Not Allowed

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: Being a demigod means constantly having your life in danger. On a mission to find the lost goddess, after a plane crash, you land on a mysterious island and are forced to live with its owner, Wanda, for a while. What could happen when a heart forbidden to feel love, falls in love?

warnings: fluff, angst, greek mythology, based on Percy Jackson

word count: 7.287

A/N: I changed some things about the original story (the Calypso myth) to be able to fit Wanda into the story, and I also changed some things about the Percy Jackson books. I think I should warn you that it might (and have) spoilers for the books for those who haven’t read them yet. I’ve also tried my best to explain things so those who haven’t read understand the context. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Some might say that being a mortal is the best way to live.

Being able to hang out with your friends all together, go to the movies, read — yes, this really is almost impossible for people like you —, live to be over twenty, and have a family is also something that counts for a lot.

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[lucydiibi]

crying. im so jealous of y/n. I WANT WANDA TOO.

Astraphobia

(the fear of thunder & lightning)

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: You experience what thunderstorms are like for your girlfriend Wanda.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Fear of thunder and lightning, mention of past trauma, ptsd?, pietro is alive because I said so, just fluff and comfort.

You slowly woke up twisting and letting out a groan at the fact the room you shared with your girlfriend was still dark which meant you definitely shouldn’t be awake yet. Burying your face back into your pillow you were ready to go back to sleep when you heard muffled whimpers coming from near you.

You quickly turn over only to be met by Wanda’s side of the bed empty. Sitting up you listen carefully only to hear a loud clap of thunder followed by a yelp nearly as loud. Jumping out of bed you follow the sound of sniffles round to the opposite side of the bed, squinting your eyes in the dark only to see the outline of Wanda curled up tightly in between the bed and bedside table with her hands clasped over her ears, a red glow surrounding her.

Crouching down you reach out but Wanda flinches hard as soon as your hand makes contact with her knee,

“Hey hey it’s ok, it’s just me” you say pulling your hand back as Wanda’s powers brighten and crackle. Your girlfriend shows no sign of recognising your presence, curling into herself tighter as a flash of lightning lights up the room.

“Wanda baby, I’m right here it’s just a storm, it’s ok” you said ducking your head to try catch the sokovian’s eyes.

Slowly Wanda looks up her eyes filled with tears,

“Y/n?” She asks timidly almost as if you weren’t real.

“Yes detka (baby) it’s me” you say quietly.

With speed to rival her brothers Wanda launches herself into your lap nearly knocking you over in the process. She burrows her head into the crook of your neck letting out a loud sob as the red mist around her disappears. Cradling the back of her head your other arm wraps tightly around her waist bringing her impossibly closer to you,

“Shhhh shhhh I got you, you’re ok” you knew your girlfriend wasn’t a fan of storms but having not encountered one since being together you had no idea her fear was this bad.

Another loud crash makes the girl in your arms cry harder as she begins to shake.

“Oh malen'kaya ved'ma (little witch)” you said sadly as you gently whispered reassurances and stroked your fingers through her hair.

Not knowing how much time had passed you gently as possible shifted yourself to get up off the floor, Wanda’s breath hitched as she let out a whine and held onto you tighter.

“I’m not going anywhere my love just moving to the bed” you whispered hooking your arms under the witch’s thighs and bringing her onto the bed, she quickly straddled your lap and refused to move her face from your neck.

Pulling a heavy blanket over Wanda’s back you continue to whisper reassurances reminding her that she’s safe and you won’t let anything hurt her. Slowly but surely you feel her breathing start to calm and the sobs turn to sniffles as you gently rub up and down her back while the storm turns to a quiet patter of rain on the windows.

Pushing Wanda back slightly by her shoulders you bring your hands up and cup her cheeks softly wiping away the stray tears that linger on her face. Wanda closes her eyes and leans into your hands turning her head to place a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

“There’s my pretty girl” you smile at her tilting her head up to place a soft kiss to her lips then resting your foreheads together, Wanda let out a tired sigh keeping her eyes closed,

“I’m sorry” her voice came out strained from all the crying as she dropped her head to look at her hands while she wrung them together in her lap.

“Hey you have nothing to apologise for, look at me sweetheart” you gently place a finger under her chin to guide her eyes back up to yours,

“It’s ok to be scared” you say while stroking her cheek. You see your girlfriend consider her next words carefully before letting them out almost like she knows there will be no going back,

“Storms never used to scare me, when we were kids Pietro and I liked to stay up and watch them” she chuckled. You waited patiently tracing patterns on her arms while she sat in your lap giving her all the time she needed.

“After our parents....” she hesitated dropping her gaze again,

“Thunder reminds me of the bombs, fireworks too....” she trails off,

“Pietro and I will normally go to each other if we know there’s going to be either of those things but he’s away on his mission and I didn’t want to bother you” she admitted quietly.

Taking hold of Wanda’s hands and linking your fingers together she looked back up at you,

“You could never bother me, I wish you told me, you don’t have to go through this on your own if Pietro isn’t here ok?” you reassured her squeezing her fingers.

“I’m sorry” your girlfriend instinctively replied.

“Nope no more apologies, are you feeling better?” You check in littering kisses to her cheeks and nose making her giggle.

“Much better thank you moya lyubov (my love)” she said as she relaxed into your arms resting her head on your shoulder as you stroked your hand through her hair.

“Ok so from now on we just need to keep an eye on the weather forecasts and if there is going to be any firework displays and when Pietro is going on missions and maybe we can get you a pair of those noise cancelling headphones” you ramble on still stroking Wanda’s hair when you suddenly notice a wet patch forming on your pyjama top and her shoulders shaking slightly, you instantly begin to panic,

“Hey hey hey what’s wrong I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you” you rush out as Wanda sits up and wipes her eyes with a small smile on her face,

“You didn’t upset me my love I’m not sad, quite the opposite” she sniffed kissing your knuckles.

You tilt your head to the side looking at your girlfriend like a confused puppy, she giggled at the action wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you into a tight hug,

“I’m just not used to people caring so much” she whispers against your neck and you squeeze her even tighter at her confession,

“You are the love of my life little witch, I’d do anything for you” you said pulling back to look into her eyes, Wanda’s eyes filled with more tears as she pulled you into a kiss pouring all her love into it,

“I love you so much dorogoy (darling) thank you for everything” Wanda smiled softly.

Wrapped up in each other with your foreheads pressed together both of you simply savoured the moment of love shared between the two of you, both thinking about how lucky you are.

[lucydiibi]

If i don’t get a part two i’m gonna cry so hard that…I DONT KNOW. i want a part two😭😭😭

The Abyss Calls

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.4k+ (Bit shorter than the other two :D)

Summary: Whoever said it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all, knew nothing of the pain of losing love. Can Y/N fight the pull of oblivion at Wanda’s departure or will she finally fade into nothingness?

Warnings: 18+, Explicit drug use and addiction, mental health degradation, explicitly implied rape, attempted suicide, implies death (if you think I need to add more, please let me know)

A/N: So it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written something and this is the thing I came up with during writer’s block. It's inspired by the song 'Habits' by Tove Lo. Of all the things I have written so far, this is definitely NOT for the faint hearted. This story can be very triggering so please, please read the BOLD warnings and DO NOT read if you are triggered by any of the content. Also please do not replicate any of the damaging and dangerous behavior the reader is engaging in. I don’t know who I have to say it to but just in case. I’d love to know your thoughts and as always, I appreciate comments and reblogs.

Italics are flashbacks

Bold are texts

Icarus was warned not to fly too close to the sun but can you be blamed when your wax heart was drawn to the radiating light that was Wanda's love.

Upon joining the motley crew of Avengers, Wanda had fast become your friend, oddly relishing in your quiet company. You of course, as all terrible love stories begin, had to fall in love with her. One of your best friends, one of your confidants, one of the women you had trusted to bequeath entry into heart.

“Come on Y/N. Please come with me. I don’t want to go to this silly girl’s night out alone” Wanda continues to plead as she lays spread eagled on top of you.

You quirk a brow upward before once again bringing the book she had unceremoniously swiped away back in front of you, effectively shielding you from her pouty gaze. You know there is only so much you can handle before your resolve would surely dissolve at her puppy like stare. “It’s a girl’s night Wanda, you won’t be alone. Pepper, Nat and Carol will be there” you respond, making your disinterest in the event clear.

Wanda grabs the book placed annoyingly close to her face and flings it behind her, out of your reach.

“WANDA! You can’t do that to books!” you huff with annoyance.

With a mischievous grin, she slowly raises your book in the air with her red wisps, your current page still open. “You know I’d never do that to your books. I know how much you love them but I had to get your attention somehow”

It’s true that books were your great love, your home and respite from the grueling truth that is reality. The worlds of wonder created by the words in those pages were incomparable to even the greatest beauty held in all nine realms, or so you thought, until Wanda blustered into said world.

You watch with rapt attention as another wisp gently cradles your bookmark, one Wanda had bought you with her first earnings, placing it in your book before carefully shutting it and slotting it neatly on your shelf.

You can feel her shuffle herself to cross her arms against your chest and to lay her chin on her hands. You try not to let your thoughts linger on how her warm hands feel against your clothed breasts, seemingly permeating through all the material with ease, filling your skin with heat. You take a calming breath before turning towards her, face unimpressed and head tilted to the side waiting for her to continue.

“Please Y/N? You can’t leave me alone to those vultures”

This causes a chuckle to erupt from your chest, shaking Wanda’s head along with your laughter. “I’d hardly call those three ‘vultures’ Wands” Your eyes glittering with amusement, thoughts of reading completely forgotten.

“Not them! The people at clubs, they’re always so messed up and just looking for someone to play with. You’re leaving me alone with them and without any protection” she grumbles at you, clearly unimpressed with the lack of care you show about her welfare.

“Again, you aren’t alone. You have Stark’s girlfriend, THE Black Widow AND Captain Marvel with you. I think they’ll protect you better than I can” you say matter-of-factly

“I am alone if my best friend isn’t there with me” she sulks, laying her cheek on her hand, avoiding your Y/E/C.

The wretched vines around your heart dig their thorns in once again with Wanda’s words. Friends, that’s all you are to her and all you ever will be. She misses the way your mood dips into sadness and how your jaw clenches as the thorns of your love dig deeper trenches into your battered heart. You school your features expertly before she turns to face you again. You display once more, your evident disinterest in the event, hiding your true distaste for the venture behind the veil of introversion.

“I don’t want to go to a club Wanda. You know I hate being around too many people, especially people who don’t know the meaning of personal space.” You try to navigate your way out of the whole ordeal.

“But you love being around me right? We’ll be together in that awful place and maybe…we can…make it more fun for each other?” Wanda’s attention is focused on your features, green eyes swirling with hope.

Your heart melts into a softer mould before your face reveals it, you’re too weak to deny her requests.

“They do say misery loves company” you reply softly, flashing her a gentle smile that doesn’t quite resonate with how you feel in the moment.

If Wanda notices, she doesn’t seem to acknowledge it, you prefer to believe she doesn’t see the hurt hidden beyond your many masks. She simply smiles broadly back at you, displaying her rows of perfectly white teeth, framed by her perfectly plump lips before burying her face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you Y/N. I love you” she whispers gently, her warm breath caressing your skin.

“I love you too Wanda” You reply with emotion before the familiar numbness washes over you, protecting your fragile heart from the continued assaults of your thorny love for the Sokovian woman.

Booming music thrummed in your ears as your empty eyes took in the familiar scene before you. Bodies laden with sweat and glitter gyrated against one another in the sea of drug and alcohol addled minds. You were no better, you were no different, but once upon a time you were. You sit upon your cushioned throne, the thing soaked in all matter of bodily fluids, as if you were above the depravity you see before you. Your mind wanders, unbidden, to a time where that thought held more weight than the one in the pit of your stomach

/

Your sobriety does nothing but add annoyance to your current predicament. Carol had insisted on trying this new club that she had heard in passing, no doubt from another woman who had hoped that she sparked a drop of the blonde’s interest. Now you were pressed in a huddle amongst your friends as you tried to wash down your irritation with a glass of warm coke.

Your friends, Carol, Nat and Wanda, were acutely aware of your distaste for such environments. It reminded you of a version of yourself you had long fought to stave away. They had taken it upon themselves to hem you protectively in between them.

You take in Carol to your right. She’s jovially conversing with Pepper but no one can miss her crossed arms and the rigidity of her straight spine. She dares anyone to try to approach you, drunk or otherwise. A sliver of amusement bubbles up at the thought, Carol may look imposing but she’s more teddy bear than grizzly bear.

You tilt your head slightly to the right and look towards Natasha, leaning her head on your left shoulder, arms encasing your waist gently but firmly as she listens to the Sokovian. The ex-assassin was your first true friend when you joined the team and you trusted her just as much as you trusted Wanda, maybe more.

Nat was not one for affection or any touching that went beyond what a mission may entail but for you, she had made exceptions. Being in a club was one such exception. She would hold you close to help ground you and dissuade anyone from thinking to approach you. Of course such a ploy didn’t always work, much to her chagrin, and that would be when the Black Widow made her venomous appearance. Nat was likely to give them one shot to leave before she broke at least a few bones. Thankfully tonight was peaceful and you felt her relaxed hold of you.

Finally, you take in the witch to your left. Her supple hand is still wrapped around your free one, never disengaging your connection since leaving the compound, not even as Nat slunk her arms around your waist. You watched as she talked animatedly to Nat about some topic that flew over your head, lost in the myriad of expressions she displays with her storytelling.

Anyone that wasn’t you would think your position was an enviable one, after all, you were surrounded by earth’s most powerful and beautiful women. You, on the other-hand, would give anything to be anywhere else at that moment.

Nat’s breasts pressing against your back with alternating firmness, matching her breathing, was very distracting. Yes, you are in love with Wanda but this is Natasha you were talking about. If Wanda was the Goddess Aphrodite, Natasha would be Athena. You were sober, not celibate and not immune to her wiles, although the celibate thing could be argued at this point…

Wanda’s warm and gentle grasp of your hand did nothing to help your growing frustration as you couldn’t find the grounding you needed from either women. You simply take another sip of your warm coke as you try to even out your breathing and focus on anything other than the different body parts in contact with yours.

You miss the furrowing of Natasha’s brows as she side-eyes you discretely, feeling the tenseness of your body in her hold. This draws Wanda’s attention to you as you gaze at Pepper blankly, clearly lost in thought. She gives your hand a gentle squeeze to pull your attention to her.

She asks you if you were ok wordlessly and you simply reply with a tight smile trying to assuage her. You watch as her eyes turn a gentle red as she speaks in your mind.

“Dance with me”

It was not a request, it was a command and her pulling you onto the dance floor and out of Natasha’s hold, confirmed as much.

She wades into the masses of bodies with you in tow and as soon as she sees an opening, she pulls you in towards her and presses her back into your front, your arms wrapping around her instinctively.

Your jaw clenches with discomfort at the suffocating proximity of unknown people, eyes all lost in the haze in their minds, bodies buzzing with the toxins coursing through their veins. Wanda’s body sways smoothly against you as your body’s movements remain jilted. You feel the familiar warmth as Wanda’s power soothes your thoughts and enters your mind.

“Relax, it’s just us milaya. Close your eyes”

You do as instructed and let the world fall away only allowing the beat of the music to sway you and Wanda’s body to guide your rhythm. You nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, her auburn hair tickling your nose as you bathe in the sweet scent of her. You let a heady exhale as you are consumed by everything that is Wanda. She can’t fight the giggle that escapes her lips.

You feel her turning in your arms and you lift your head, opening your eyes as she drapes her arms around your neck, Y/E/C meeting her pools of green.

You don’t feel suffocated anymore. You aren’t sure whether it’s the fact that Wanda has created an almost imperceptible barrier of red around you both or whether her mere presence is enough to calm your wilful anxieties. All you know is that you are calm and in Wanda’s arms, you feel at peace.

“I love you Y/N”

Not even the loud music could drown out her whispered words when you are acutely attuned to the euphony of her voice.

“I love you too Wands” you profess, knowing she will miss the true meaning behind your words.

You are taken aback when she pulls one hand from your nape only to press it caressingly on your cheek, fear and insecurity flashes in her eyes before they are replaced with dreaded determination.

“No Y/N. I love you. Do you understand?” she says gently, eyes searching yours for some comprehension.

You’re confused, you’re lost for words. It can’t be that kind of love surely? Not the kind of love you hold in your heart for her, no. She’s Wanda and you’re just…Y/N, there’s nothing special about you.

Moments trickle away as you’re locked in an internal, raging war, one between your heart and your mind. Your heart feels her truth but your mind relegates to all the memories of whispered lies of love and affections. You feel her pulling away from you, taking your silence as a rebuff of her confession.

Your mind screams to let her go but your heart screams louder, tearing itself apart to stop her retreat.

“Fuck it” You murmur to yourself but Wanda catches your words, stopping her in her tracks and causing her head to tilt in confusion. Her confusion is quickly warped into shock when you advance on her, grabbing her by her hips and pressing your lips to hers more tenderly than you intended.

It takes a hair breadth of a second for Wanda to reciprocate, one hand snaking around the nape of your neck and the other entangling itself in your hair as she moves against you.

Your mouth explodes with the depth of her taste and she moans into you as your tongue swipes against her bottom lip, requesting access which he readily grants. Your tongue explores the velvet within and you savour the lingering bitterness of her drinks, adding richness to the tinge of sweet citrus that was purely Wanda.

You pull away from the kiss too soon for Wanda’s liking and her lips chase after yours causing you to chuckle. She pouts at your refusal to continue but you wipe away her pout by giving her soft but quick kisses, highly aware if you were to linger, you might very well die on her lips, refusing to disengage.

“I love you too Wanda. I have for a long time” you finally admit.

You see the joy radiate in her effervescent eyes and finally the roses on the thorny vines wrapped around your heart bloom a deep shade of red.

/

You are yanked out of your reverie when you feel hands run themselves up and down your thigh, a feeble attempt at seduction but you don’t care, anything to wash away the memories that have unwelcomingly appeared in your mind. You turn Y/E/C to the dark skinned woman beside you. She’s inherently beautiful, you can see that, but her beauty is worn down by years of substance abuse, her face shallow and her eyes hollow. A part of you is repulsed by her, you know she is a human reflection of what you must appear to be.

It takes a few moments for you to realise she is shaking a small clear bag in her other hand, near your face. You push the square mirror on the table with a razor towards her, prompting her to continue. You watch her practiced movements as she empties the bag’s contents on the mirror and begins cutting the white clump into a powder. She uses the razor to create a long, fat line of powder before grabbing the snippet of a straw, putting one end in her nose and inhaling the line through it.

She pulls away pushing the mirror back to you. You cut the powder more finely, she was too eager, you want it to travel smoothly without tiny clumps getting stuck along the passage. You wrack up your line, longer, fatter but you don’t care. She’s too out of it to notice right now. You grab her straw and duplicate her movements.

You feel the familiar powder tickle your sinus as it travels into your system. You tilt your head up to the ceiling and take another quick snort to ensure you don’t lose a drop. You taste the familiar coke drip as you swallow, the bitterness coating your taste buds. You welcome the explosion in your heart as it beats dangerously fast in your chest. Your body ignites as the white snow buries all your pain in emptiness.

Thoughts of Wanda are gone, there’s an unknown woman straddling you, rubbing her heat against your thigh and you welcome it. You’re high and that’s all that matters. You lose yourself once more into the night.

You wake up cold and uncomfortable. Your neck twisted in a painful angle. You take a few moments to take in your surroundings. You curse yourself, you’ve fallen asleep in the bathtub again, looking towards the floor beside you and you spot the remnants of pizza, the toppings indiscernible. You grab the cold slice and munch away, its taste equivalent to eating the cardboard it was packed in but you don’t care. You look at your watch as you chew, you are wasting the day away.

You look up at the bathroom ceiling trying to swallow the dry piece when a buzz of your phone grabs your attention. The days where you would scurry towards it in hopes that it was Wanda was long past but you drag yourself out of the tub regardless, knowing your lack of response would have either Nat or Carol bursting into your apartment, perhaps both.

You unlock your screen and check your message, it’s Carol.

Powerpuff Girl

“Hey, I’m in orbit this week. You should come out with Nat, Pepper and I.”

Me

“Hi Bubbles. I’d love to but I’m not feeling so great. Think I’ve caught something. Rain check?”

You watch as she types and stops continuously. You know she’s aware you’re lying, she’s just trying to figure out whether to call you out or not. You’re hoping for the latter, you love your friends but the last thing you need is a ‘girl’s night out’, such events still a triggering thing for you.

Powerpuff Girl

“Have you eaten?”

Me

“Yeah, pizza. I’m just gonna go to bed Carol and try to sleep this off”

You hold your breath hoping she lets you go without a fight, the last thing you need is her showing up to check on you, or worse, sending Natasha to do it. Carol will always be the gentler of the two.

Powerpuff Girl

“Ok but call me if you need anything or get worse. Promise?”

Me

“Promise. Have fun and next time you’re around, I’ll treat you to whatever you want :)”

Powerpuff Girl

”Deal!”

You sit on your toilet seat and bury your head in your hands as the waves of guilt wash over you. You hated lying to your friends, you hated not seeing them but you hated being sober more.

You leave the bathroom adjoining your bedroom to see the whirlwind mess before you, clothes strewn about the floor, bed unmade and in dire need of changing, air stale with wafts of filthy clothes, sex, booze and drugs. You stand in the doorway and take in a room that was once vibrant, full of light and love, reduced to its mocking opposition. The emptiness is a vivid representation of the state of your heart as pain dances within, cloyingly.

You rip your clothes off from the night before only to throw on what you assume are clean clothes before racing out of the apartment you once shared with Wanda. You can’t breathe and it has nothing to do with the obvious stench in the place.

/

You and Wanda had been together for a few years and finally had enough money saved up to buy your first apartment together. It was by no means extravagant but it was perfect for the both of you. A large living room with an open plan kitchen, two bedrooms, one of which you turned into a study for the both of you to use and a bathroom adjoining the master bedroom.

You had left Wanda to decorate the majority of the apartment, which in hindsight should have been supervised as it had somehow turned into a greenhouse, while she let you loose on the study. Luckily the room was large enough to house your endless books but even the floor to ceiling bookshelves that covered each wall, with the exception of the wall behind your desk with a large window, still appeared as though they were groaning with the effort of holding all of the literary works.

Life was sweet, it was perfect. In between missions, you would spend time cooking together in the kitchen, dancing around each other with practiced ease, music playing in the background accompanied by your wailing being passed off as singing. You hated your singing voice but you loved how it brought joy to Wanda as you attempted to serenade her. What you loved the most was when Wanda’s laughter would ebb away only for her to begin serenading you with her melodious tune, hands wrapped around your neck, gazing at you with adoration.

Most days were spent cuddled on the sofa, Wanda laying atop you, her eyes trained on the quiet black and white sitcom she put on the TV as your arms are wrapped around her, book in hand, reading another tale of heroics and love fighting all manners of impossible feats.

“I love you, you know” Wanda says quietly.

“I know sweet” you hum in response, slightly absent minded as if this was something you would be doing forever.

“No Y/N, I don’t think you do” she says abruptly

Her tone has drawn your full attention now. You mark your page with the same bookmark and place the book down on the coffee table beside you.

“What do you mean Wands?” you prod her gently. You can feel the tenseness in her body, she’s building up to say something but she’s afraid. You give her smaller frame a gentle squeeze for reassurance.

“I mean I love you. Crazy in love with you kind of love. The ‘I love you’ that has me thinking of marriage and a house and kids and a dog, kind of love” she rambles out quickly.

Your face flushes uncontrollably. If your heart could scream, it would be bellowing out its love for Wanda and its insurmountable joy in this moment, luckily for you it doesn’t and it has to wait for you to open your mouth, under the control of your mind.

“Look at me sweet” you whisper.

Slowly, she turns her attention to you, fear evident that she has scared you away with her admission. You always were the slower of the two when it came to moving your relationship forward. “I want that too Wanda. I love you and I want everything with you” you say gently but with firmness.

You watch as her eyes light up, small pools of tears building up in the corners but before you get a chance to wipe them away, she burrows her face into your chest, probably wiping away her tears on your shirt.

“I love you Y/N” she says, her voice muffled by your chest.

“I love you too Wanda” you reply before placing a lingering kiss to the top of her head.

Your evenings with Wanda are a stark contrast of the sweet days, the years spent together has not tempered the wanton need for each other. You would tease the Sokovian achingly slowly until she was a needy mess underneath you, begging for your touch, for your tongue, for the sweet release that you could give her.

You wouldn’t stop making love until her body was covered in your marks, her throat sore from screaming your name and you were covered in her essence. You would fall asleep with her nestled in your arms, exhausted but sated, at least until the following night.

/

Your feet carry you away from the apartment, the destination etched in your limbs. You’ve taken a step back from the Avengers, citing a need for a break from it all, which leaves you with copious amounts of time twiddling your thumbs and to be lost in thought. You found other ways to pass your daytime, this being one of your favoured methods. You sit yourself on the same bench looking towards a playground filled with rambunctious children being chased by what you assume are their nannies.

You and Wanda had bought a place near the more affluent part of New York and with that came playgrounds filled with rich children, rich children with rich mothers, and what are rich mothers if not bored housewives with more money than sense.

It isn’t long until one approaches you and sits a little away from you, you can sense her hesitancy but also feel her excitement at the prospect of her debauched behaviour.

“I’ve seen you here before” she says with a slight quiver in her voice and a frown on her face.

“Beautiful woman like you probably has better things to do with her time than to notice a nobody like me” you say gently before turning your attention, clearly eyeing her up. She’s at least a decade above you in years but she holds an older kind of beauty, the one you would see plenty of in those sitcoms Wa...you grit your teeth and fight the urge for her to invade your mind again.

The woman is oblivious to your shift in mood and her need is only heightened with your words. “What if I want to do more than just notice you” she husks, edging closer to you.

“That can be arranged. Where’s your car?” you whisper, bewitching her with dulcet tones.

She’s all but dragging you away, careful to still hold back her eagerness for fear of how she would be perceived by her peers, not that she should care, you’ve probably had a foray with most of them by now.

“What about your kid?” you don’t know why you ask, you know they always have a nanny to relieve them of any responsibility, their presence only for appearances sake and a chance to gossip with another while pretending to be doting mothers.

“She’s with Lilly, she’ll be fine” the woman responds with laughter.

You push down the frustration at her callousness, you can’t help comparing her to how Wa…fuck. You steady your breathing and push the thoughts away and welcome the familiar sensation of your emotions beginning to numb the closer you get to the woman’s vehicle. She pulls you in the back with her and you make quick, messy work of the woman until she’s coming undone on your tongue, screaming profanities, her previous frown replaced with a blissed out reverie.

/

You are walking together, hand in hand, exploring the property. Wanda wants to buy a house together. She tells you that it’s an investment towards your future. A place with ample space for children, a large backyard where you can get Tony to build you the best treehouse and in a good school district. It’s still only an hour drive from the compound, already agreeing before-hand that you would take less dangerous field missions while Wanda completely steps away from the life once your first child is born. Her choice, not yours.

“What do you think sweet? Do you like it?” turning to Wanda. You needn’t have asked the way she was hopping from foot to foot with child-like excitement but you wanted her verbal confirmation first.

“Like it? I love it! Can we get it?” She says hurriedly

“Anything for you sweet, I’ll speak to the realtor and we can get the ball rolling” you reply. Wanda leaps into your arms, wrapping her legs around your waist causing you to stumble back slightly before wrapping your arms around her to hold her securely.

“We’re really gonna buy a house?”

“We’re really gonna buy a house Wands” you respond. Her beaming smile puts the brightness of the sun to shame as it radiates with more joyous warmth than you have ever experienced.

Your life has always been marred with pain and suffering since childhood. You’ve always held out hope for a better future, something that was uncharacteristically optimistic for your pessimistic self, but what else did you have if not hope. Finally it seemed that holding on to such flimsy hope has paid off.

/

You’re once again sitting upon your sex soaked throne as you stare at the masses. In the corners of your periphery you see all manner of people clearly fucking without care of reprisal, this was not a place where you can judge anyone’s degenerate behaviour nor would anyone care to comment. Everyone here was after the same thing, the high, the distraction, the warm body to keep them company at night. Everyone here was running from the same thing, the world, their life.

You don’t like going home alone only to spend your nights in an empty apartment so you always end up here, the hive of depravity, in search of someone or something to numb your pain. A place that once caused you anxiety only leaves you restless, waiting for the next distraction.

A man approaches you with gold grills and a toothy grin, he turns your stomach and your hackles immediately rise with his approach. You’re ready to berate him and throw a litany of curses his way for even thinking to approach you until he holds a large bag of white pills in front of you. You bite your tongue.

“How much?” you say as mildly as you can, your body already vibrating with excitement for the impending high.

“Try first and then we’ll talk business. Zeek says you’ll be good for it”

If words came out as liquid, his words would ooze like tar from his lips. Your mind wills you to refuse him, it knows not to trust the man and his motivations. No dealer talks money later, but you’re too far gone, the need itching under your skin too great to ignore. You breath quickens at the thought and your legs bounce impatiently, you wave a hand to the seat next to you allowing him to join.

He flops on the seat with no grace but you don’t care, your eyes are still trained on the bag in his hands and if you had less control of your faculties, you would be drooling into his lap as you grapple it of his hands. He gives you two unmarked pills and for the moment, you have the wherewithal to ask what it was.

“Eden” he growls with a smile.

You don’t care what it is anymore as images of Wanda’s disappointed face invade your mind. You’ll take anything to get the auburn haired goddess out of your thoughts. You swallow them down with a swig of Vodka.

It isn’t long until the floor falls away and you float aimlessly. You watch as you get higher up, looking down at the congregation of naked bodies below you as they twist and intertwine in a gruesome dance. You float higher into the dark sky, nothing and no-one tethering you to the ground as darkness consumes you.

/

The purchase of a house was not as simple as you had first anticipated. It was un-ending paperwork and price proposals before you could even secure a hold on the property. This of course did not account for the fact that the previous owner was waiting for a house they purchased to be available to move into before vacating the property.

You held onto your optimism that it would happen sooner rather than later but it seemed Wanda’s interest in moving was quickly waning. You had chalked it up to adult realism tempering her child-like eagerness at the beginning.

When she stopped asking you about the progress of the purchase all together, you blamed it on the rising number of missions she was being sent on, her success rate clearly making her the most desired for flawless execution. She was obviously exhausted, too exhausted to come home sometimes. You know she hated to be away from you but you would rather she rest in her old room than attempt to drive with bleary eyes.

“I can come get you sweet. Let me just get ready and I’ll be there soon” You rasp, voice heavy with sleep.

“No Y/N, go back to sleep. It’s late and I don’t want you getting into an accident just trying to pick me up. You know it takes you a few hours to actually wake up” she grumbles down the phone.

You can’t refute her point, you never were good at waking up unlike your forever chipper girlfriend.

“Ok Wands, how about I come pick you up early in the morning and we can go for breakfast at that diner you like?” you whisper as you lay your head back down on the pillow.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N. I’ll drive myself home. I’m probably going to sleep for a while. I’ll see you when I get home” she replies

“Ok. I love you Wanda” you mutter before sleep takes you once again.

Wanda knows you’ve fallen asleep, she knows her voice always soothes you to sleep like a favoured lullaby. She hangs up and leaves you to your slumber.

Your face is buried in a pillow and you grumble with discomfort. Your mind is hazy and your body aches painfully. You try to rub away the sleep from your face but you feel an unfamiliar sting on your cheek. You stroke it gently, you can feel the heat radiating from it. Your mind reels with questions. You never forget a drug crazed night yet here you were, a black hole in your memory.

You turn your body to lay on your back only to find yourself naked in your bed and alone. It’s not the first time you’ve woken up bare in bed but rarely do you wake up without some woman dozing beside you. Although the latter is confusing, this is not what has your stomach churning with bile. Your body is littered with bruises and fingernail cuts are dug deep into your hips from an unkindly tight grip.

Not a part of your body is free from welts and as you sit up you feel the sting on your buttocks as it painfully rubs on your rough sheets. All the colour drains from your face as your eyes grow wide with the explanation to the pain in between your legs.

Scratches from where the hem of your jeans would have begun, make their way down to your thighs, all too eager hands not caring for your body in attempts to remove you from your clothing. In between your legs, a stain of blood covers the sheet, they’d hurt you.

You swing your shaky legs out of bed trying to make sense of everything, you’ve never been with a woman who could so aggressively do damage this way. It isn’t until your eyes land on the floor that you feel the last vestiges of your world crumble beneath you.

One the floor is the crumpled bookmark that Wanda had bought you all those years ago, on top of it lay a used and discarded condom.

You rush to the bathroom and empty the contents of your stomach into the toilet. Your body heaves painfully as it tries to discard anything and everything that may linger within. You wretch and heave until nothing but bile resurfaces, even when there is nothing left, you push your fingers down your throat in an attempt to force it out.

When your throat is ripped raw and your abdomen’s muscles ache from your attempts, you drag your withered body into the bathtub and turn the shower on. You allow the searing hot water to wash over you, your skin erupting red from the temperature. You need it to melt away your skin. It doesn’t feel like your own anymore. You sit in a ball in the bathtub, your knees pulled into you as you wrap your arms around your legs, head cradled on your knees. The only sounds in the room are the hot spray of water from the shower head and your quiet sobs.

You are so lost in your pain that you fail to register Natasha’s calls for you, you fail to hear the door to the bathroom open, you fail to acknowledge her request to approach as you sob, you fail to realise it is her arms wrapped around you as you try to claw away from her screaming bloody murder.

“Y/N, Y/N, IT’S ME! STOP! IT’S ME!” Natasha tries to shout over your screams, trying to hold back your flailing arms in an attempt to protect you from yourself.

Eventually her voice bleeds into your foggy mind as your fear calms only for wretched sorrow to take over once more. The pain is all consuming, you have no strength to fight it anymore, you have no confidence to run from it anymore, you just want the pain to ripped away from you just as your heart had once been.

Natasha can only sit with you, holding you as the water sears her skin. You feel so small in her hold, so broken. Her heart aches as you fall apart in her strong arms, she grips you tightly hoping to keep together what’s left of you until she can help you put yourself back together, to put whole the person that Wanda had dashed away leaving only this shattered image.

She vows to hunt down the man who had hurt you, her Widow training never missing a single detail in her travel towards you, never missing the clear signs of unwelcome intrusion on your bed and floor. Rogers righteousness be damned, she’ll make the man pay dearly.

/

Your world was falling apart at the seams and you don’t understand why. Wanda doesn’t want to buy the house with you anymore, she had called them beforehand and told them to cancel the purchase before confronting you about what she had done.

You would have made excuses that she grew tired of waiting for the property had her bags not already been packed when you had arrived home. Wanda didn’t just want the house anymore, she didn’t want you either.

“I…I don’t understand what I did wrong” tears streaming down your face as you try to hold yourself together.

“You didn’t do anything wrong Y/N. You were the perfect girlfriend” Wanda tries, pain clear on her face. She aches to reach out to you, to calm you but she knows it would be equivalent to a slap in the face when she was the cause for your anguish.

All you can focus on is her words. You were the perfect girlfriend. You aren’t anymore. “Then why if we are so good together” you try to bring it back, your voice full of pleading.

She lets out a heavy sigh as her brows furrow. You know what’s coming, you can feel it but you need to hear it from her. You need to hear it from her lips. The same lips that professed wanting a life with you.

“We were good together Y/N but…I…I fell in love with someone else. I’m so sorry” she whispers her truth to you but she might as well have blared it into your ears like a foghorn.

You were never good enough to truly hold onto her, she was never yours to love forever til death do you part. You were a placeholder for when the better person came along, it’s always the way, you were never good enough for anyone. How dare you for a second, much less years, believe that you would be good enough for Wanda.

“Who?”

“Vision”

A pregnant pause grows stagnant in the air before Wanda collects her bags and moves towards the door. Her hand hovers on the handle, waiting for you to say something, anything but it’s too late. The numbness has consumed you and you feel nothing of your heart suffocating slowly.

Wanda leaves. Wanda always was the quicker of you to progress your relationship, it’s only fitting that she’s also the quicker one in ending it.

/

Natasha had left you at some point but not before helping you dress in clean clothes she brought with her. It was an AC/DC top you often pilfered from her back when you lived in the tower, back before Wanda. It smelled like Natasha. The calming aroma was not enough to soothe your distaste for your body. The top, once fitting a little loosely on you, drapes itself around your skeletal body like a tent, all but burying you in the material.

You pull yourself up on shaky limbs, gripping the sink with white knuckles for support. You are finally faced with your reflection, one you had been avoiding for months. You see the large hand shaped welt on your cheek and the purple bruise around your eye. You look at your cracked dry lips, thinned out and no longer plump. Your eyes trail over the hollow of your cheeks, your skin following the shape of your skull, lacking in the fullness it once had. Y/E/C devoid of anything stare back at you in the mirror.

What did you have if you didn’t have hope?

It turns out you had nothing, not even the strength to wake another day to be greeted by your hellish nightmare.

You open the medicine cabinet and pull out the Pentobarbital. The good thing about the internet is there is nothing you can’t get without the right finances and you were no longer spending money on a house and so you weren’t without funds.

You fill a glass by the sink with water. You fall to the floor and stare at the large orange container in your hand, filled to the brim with the deadly pills. You try to look for some reason to stay, to pour it down the toilet but neither your mind nor your heart has the energy to plead with you.

You swallow down its contents with the water and sit there, waiting for the darkness to consume you.

/

Natasha made a quick dash to get you food from across the road, your kitchen barren of anything edible. With arms full of food she fumbles with her spare set of keys as she tries to gain entry to your apartment.

A few frustrating moments later, she finally manages to open the door and trudges in, not before kicking your door shut, her way of showing her displeasure at your door.

“Y/N, I got us food. I got you a double cheeseburger but if you can’t stomach it right now, I got you some cheesy fries too” She calls out to you. She grabs some clean plates from the cupboard and begins to portion out your meals.

“Y/N? Your food will get cold” she calls out again. Natasha’s movements begin to slow as the eerie silence begins to make her skin crawl. Her heart sinks at the stillness in the apartment. She can’t even hear you cry.

She takes tentative steps towards your bedroom, trying not to spook you but when she sticks her head in, the bedroom is still empty. The crack of light from the bathroom is clear in the dull room. She moves towards the bathroom she left you in and her heart thuds painfully against her chest.

“Y/N?”

She pushes the door open and whatever she had feared to see, this was not it. Her eyes land on your greying face, eyes shut, lips turning a shade of blue. She falls to her knees and quickly pockets the pill bottle still in your hand before lifting you in her arms.

“Y/N, what did you do, what did do, what did do.” A continued mantra that escaped the red head’s lips as fear for your life overwhelmed her. She rushes out of the apartment practically flying down the three flights of stairs as your frail body slowly fades away in her arms.

She throws you into the passenger seat of her car and buckles you in before she races back to the compound, all but screaming at Banner to get the medbay ready for your arrival. As Natasha races through the streets to save your life, little did she know there was barely a life left to be saved.

The thorny vines of love piercing your heart had all but sucked you dry to feed the beautiful red blooms of roses, only for them to wither and fall away leaving the last bloom to hold on dearly.

Just like Icarus, you were drawn to the beauty and brightness of Wanda,

Just like he, you flew too close, letting Wanda melt your wax heart.

Just like Icarus you shut your eyes to crashing waves of your demise,

Just like he, you await darkness to welcome you as plummet further.

A/N: Sooo you made it to the end of this one...well...yeah... I have an idea for a part 2 and where I can take this if enough people would like that...otherwise. I’ll leave it to your imagination whether Nat made it on time or not to save the reader. Let me know in the comments.

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Vent post!

jealousy

I want to be like them.

I want to have their styles.

I want to have the same type of body.

I want to riceve praises.

I am not good enough?

I always compliment them, because they deserves it.

Do i not deserve it?

Even when i try hard, nothing.

Nothing, always nothing.

I know that, i should wear whatever i want and feel confident in it but, even if do, i still want their praises, their validation.

Because i’m insecure.

I hate being insecure but i am.

And now, after another day spent with them i feel the same feelings again.

Like i always do.

I feel worthless.

I feel not good enough.

I feel like everyone is better and, i’m nothing.

I want their praises and the ones that others to do them.

I am jealous of them.

[lucydiibi]

me: i need to stop reading these.

me at 6 am: oh another angst without a happy ending!!

Hold On | W. Maximoff

Warnings: swearing, verbal fighting, violence, mention of blood, mention of overdose

Word Count: 1,248

Loving and fighting, accusing, denying. I can't imagine a world with you gone. The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of. I'd be so lost if you left me alone.

“Wanda please…Please, baby, I-I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? God, don’t…don’t leave me. I can’t lose you. Please!” You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face as you begged her not to go, as you begged her not to move on.

But she already had. The brunette you called yours up until only a few moments ago had moved on while she was still with you. Wanda had pushed you and every memory the two of you ever made together aside like it was nothing. Like you were nothing.

“It’s not you, Y/N. It’s-”

“Don’t you dare! Don’t you fucking dare pull that ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit with me! I love you! With all that I am and everything I have, I love you!” The other woman’s head dropped as she tugged on her sleeves, eyes glued to the floor.

“I know you do, but Vis-”

“Vision?! He’s a machine, Wanda! He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t even know what love is!” You were on your feet again, screaming and throwing your hands around in the air. She tried to defend him, but you couldn’t hear her over the sound of your own screams of anger. You didn’t want to hear.

“He’s not…Vis is real, and he does love me. You just don’t get it.”

You scoffed and walked over to your jacket that you’d left on the edge of your bed, reaching into the pocket. You pulled out a small, black box as fresh tears fell from your eyes. With your teeth bared, a violent scream fighting to tear through your body, you threw the object at her.

“Here, then! Give that to Vision! He can use it to propose to you over my fucking dead body!” Wanda flinched at your words and opened her mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. She reached out for you, but you shoved your way past her and out of the compound, out of her life, forever.

Hold on, I still want you. Come back, I still need you. Let me take your hand, I'll make it right. I swear to love you all my life. Hold on, I still need you.

Months had gone by since the fight. Wanda hadn’t seen or heard from you since you left. No one had. She tried to keep herself busy, tried anything and everything to get you off of her mind, but nothing worked. She was with Vision, but everything felt forced. It was nothing like what she had when she was with you.

“Wanda, darling,” Vision interrupted her train of thoughts after walking through the wall. “Tony’s gathering everyone downstairs. He thinks he may have found something.” The former brunette followed Vision out of her bedroom and down to where the rest of the Avengers were gathering.

“Tony, what’s going on? Where is she?”

Tony Stark, as cocky and as stand-offish as he could sometimes seem, had always been like a father to you. He took you in, he made you an Avenger, he gave you your family. Tony Stark had been the one to introduce you to the team. And now, Tony Stark had to be the one to tell them you were gone.

“Tony! Tell me where she is!”

He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. He didn’t want to say them, because saying them would make it true. The heaviness of his eyelids, the sadness in his brown eyes, and the dark bags under them was enough confirmation for the rest of the team. But not for her. No, Wanda needed to hear him say it.

“God damn it! Where is she?!”

“Wan-” Vision tried to stop her, calm her, but she wasn’t having it. Wanda’s eyes were angry, red as she gave the synthezoid a hard shove. Her action caused him to land on the other side of the room. No one reacted because no one was surprised. It wasn’t a secret that you and the Sokovian were together. Were.

“Tony. Where is Y/N?”

“Dead,” was all he could manage before falling apart. Pepper wrapped her arms around him as he cried, her own tears flowing silently. Bucky, who you often called the bravest man you knew, could no longer keep a brave face and walked away. Steve followed after him as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

I don't wanna let go. I know I'm not that strong.

“No. No, she’s not. She can’t be. I don’t believe you!”

Natasha was the next to speak, her hand slipping out of Clint’s grasp as she rose to her feet and glared at the other redhead. “She’s dead because of you,” the Widow spat coldly. “Hydra found her. They thought they could get to you through her. Thought they could get her to talk. She died protecting you. Even after you broke her heart, she still fucking protected you!”

“She can’t be dead…Sh-She can’t.”

“Yeah, well, she is.” Everyone put their attention on Clint, the man who rarely ever said more than five words to anyone who wasn’t Natasha. “She’s dead, kid. Fight it, if you want to. But it won’t change anything. No matter how much you scream at Tony, she isn’t coming back. Y/N’s gone, Wanda.” Clint shook his head as his own tears finally came crashing down.

I just wanna hear you saying, “baby, let’s go home.” Let’s go home. Yeah, I just wanna take you home.

Wanda’s legs felt heavy as she made her way towards your open casket, clutching the letter they’d found in the inside pocket of your jacket after finding your body in her fists, close to her chest. The white paper was stained with the black ink from your pen, and the dried crimson that once ran through your veins. The ring that you’d thrown at her all those months ago dismally displayed on her finger.

Hold on, I still want you. Come back, I still need you.

Wanda cupped your cheek in her warm hand, the cold temperature of your skin making her heart shatter as she desperately tried to fight off her own tears. She moved her hand to your forehead, hopelessly pleading the universe in silence that you weren’t really gone, that you were still in there somewhere. But you weren’t.

When she felt nothing, Wanda placed a kiss onto your cold cheek before walking away. The moment she returned to the compound, she locked herself in the bathroom. She started the bath, not caring if the water ended up being too hot or too cold as she climbed into it still fully clothed. The temperature didn’t matter. Not when she’d stop being able to feel it after a few minutes.

Wanda opened the bottle of pills that she had stolen from the med bay, swallowing every last one. Finally, Wanda stopped fighting and allowed herself to break. She gave into all of the pain, all of the heartbreak, all of the grief. She forced herself to feel everything for those last few minutes, the water overflowing out of the tub. Eventually she became too weak to cry. And as her eyelids fluttered shut, a small, eerie smile tugged at her lips.

“I’m on my way, moya lyubov. I’ll see you soon.”

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If this doesn’t happen to me im gonna kill y/n

Nighttime

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader Warnings: Nothing, just fluff Author’s Note: I wrote this for those recovering from me murdering the Avengers in my latest Natasha fic I wrote. Enjoy. :)

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You often visited Wanda in the middle of the night. Sometimes she was up, thinking or unable to sleep as she stared at the ceiling or read a book to herself. But most times she was asleep, as one would think, dreaming (or even having nightmares) as the world faded around her.

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[lucydiibi]

i need to stop reading these.

Black out days

(Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: You never remember what happened or who you hurt after the crisis passes. The only thing you never forget, is that you have to protect Wanda of yourself, whatever it takes. (based on the song black out days by phantogram)

Warnings: angst, death, blood, panic attacks, implicit murder, reader has really bad thoughts about themselves here, sensitive topics

Word Count: 5.563

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The first time it happened you were fourteen years old. You had been rescued by the Avengers and had been taken care of from a young age, your family being former S.H.I.E.L.D agents. So, when they died, your only family left were the superhero group, and they certainly took you in as a family, teaching you everything a ten-year-old girl needed and could know, and then teaching you more as you grew older and more mature. They grew attached to you, and so they were willing to do anything for you.

But then it happened.

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[lucydiibi]

im not emotionally stable bye-

i sunk in all the memories

pairing: wanda maximoff x stark!reader

synopsis: after a mission gone horribly wrong, you are haunted by the weight of your failures, and wanda can only stand aside and watch. that is until you make her a heartbreaking request, forcing wanda to choose between your release and her own desire to be with you.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: panic attack, PTSD, depressing ass angst damn wth is wrong with me

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Wanda approached quietly, attempting to soften the creak of the floorboard with every step. She stared at the door to your room, contemplating whether to enter or not. Your thoughts were loud, filled with gruesome imagery of the mission, lifeless bodies in puddles of crimson and harrowing screams of despair flashed through her mind.

She decided to knock nevertheless. After days locked up in your room, she must get you out somehow. If she couldn’t get you to come out, no one else would. She figured that much after your father came out of your room with a disheartened look on his face and a tray full of food, untouched.

“Please do something. I beg of you.” Tony had beckoned her. “You’re the only one that would get through to her.”

With a deep breath, Wanda opened the door and closed it as soon as she was inside. Your curtains were all closed, the only source of light in the room was the glaring white light from your phone, revealing your tear-stained face.

“Moya lyubov?” The sight of you made her heart broke in two, yet she stayed strong and approached you.

She lied down next to you, her front pressed against your back. You were looking at a very angry editorial of the New York Times expressing their disdain for the ‘reckless and unqualified young Y/N Stark who caused the devastating collapse of an apartment building in Seattle, Washington last week, resulting in 51 fatal casualties’. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around your phone and put it away, as you let out a shaky exhale.

“Listen to me.” She whispered softly in your ear. “You tried your best. That bomb was set to explode whether any of us could have gotten to it or not. You did what you had to do.”

There was a beat of silence before you replied. “Then why does it still haunt me this way?”

“Wanda?” Your voice was muffled through the door. “It’s...It’s Y/N.”

“Come in.” Hers was hoarse and apathetic. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stop you if she tried.

She kept her gaze fixated on the TV in front of her, half-heartedly watching the sitcom she finished a while ago, but didn’t have the energy to replace it.

The bed dipped beside her as you let out an uncomfortable exhale.

The dialogue on-screen became meaningless babble as she waited for you to start your speech about how things will start to get better, and that she’s so strong and Pietro will be so proud of her for moving on-

“I lost someone too.” You spoke quietly. “My mom.”

Wanda didn’t say anything as a cue for you to continue.

“I was twelve. I was staying in and out of the hospital a lot during that time. She had breast cancer.” You fumbled with your fingers. “My parents weren’t together and I kind of was an accident, but. . .my dad made a promise to her before she passed that he was going to raise me, properly.”

Wanda looked at you. You had a melancholic smile on your lips, your eyes distant as if revisiting a memory.

“I know you have no love for the Stark name, and losing your brother and your home doesn’t make it easier, but. . .I’m here for you, in whatever way you need me to.”

“All 51 of them. All of their hopes and dreams, their existence, gone. Because of me.”

“Y/N, you can’t keep torturing yourself like this.”

“You know in your heart it was all my fault.” You looked over your shoulder, and for the first time in days, she looked into your eyes. They were glossy and red, and dull and tired.

Wanda sighed and planted a kiss in your hair.

“Just hold me, please.” You asked, gripping her hand around your torso.

She stayed silent and listened to your periodic sniffles.

The next three months Wanda tried her best to help you through your trauma. She knew what it felt like to feel at fault, to feel like a monster, and it pained her to feel your mind being plagued by these thoughts. With her help, your nightmares ceased and your grief faded.

Yet, you were different. You were quieter, only speaking when spoken to, and only in short sentences. It made Wanda feel like there was a price to pay for you getting better somehow.

When she walked into the kitchen, you were there with your back facing, the pungent smell of cinnamon hitting her nose. A small smile slipped across her lips.

She approached you and wrapped her arms around your waist, placing a small kiss on your neck. “Hey, you.”

You jumped a little, but relaxed as soon as you heard her voice. “Oh, hey.”

The sound of giggles filled the kitchen, as your fingers danced over Wanda’s waist.

“Y/N, stop it!” She shrieked as you both giggled. “If we don’t finish this batch now we’re not gonna have anything to bring to movie night.”

You heeded her request and snaked your arms around her waist. “Pretty sure the Avengers are perfectly capable adults who can handle not having cinnamon rolls during a movie. Besides,” your lips hovered behind her ear, “I want you all to myself before their nosy asses interrupt us.”

“Ew! Get a room!” Sam’s bellowing voice was heard before you two even saw him walk into the kitchen to grab a drink of water. “Remember: communal space, kids. Use protection.”

“Exactly my point.” You grumbled, rolling your eyes.

“Well, then,” Wanda pried your arms from her and nudged you towards the bowl of uncooked dough, “you can start rolling the dough and we’ll pop ‘em in the oven and maybe, you get to have me to yourself before the movie starts after all.”

At her sly remark, your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas Day.

“Yes, Ma’am.” You said and gave a small peck on the lips.

“Why the sudden mood for cinnamon rolls?” Wanda inquired, placing her chin on your shoulder.

“I don’t know. Just felt like making you some before the mission.”

Though your demeanor was colder than she was used to, she smiled at the gesture; at least you still cared, even if you couldn’t put it into words yet.

It was the last time she saw a smile on your face, a forceful, feigning smile before you both left for the mission.

Wanda should have known that you weren’t ready. Despite your efforts of reassuring her that you’d be fine, it has come to a point where, perhaps, Wanda knew you even better than you do yourself, even without the use of her abilities.

She loved you with every bit of her frail being, and it broke her to know that you were so distant.

After much consideration, and nights spent crying in your bed, she came to see you. She wanted to honor your wishes when you wanted your space, but the love she bore you suffocated her, and she just wanted to hold you in her arms again, every single day she was confined to those same walls at the compound. Maybe this was why you never truly got better, you just got better at hiding it. The same walls around you, the people around you kept moving; life went on, but you were still stuck in the past.

“Y/N, please. . .Take a breath.” Wanda followed you, her voice shaky. She had never seen you so exasperated, pacing around like a mad person, inhaling and exhaling at wild irregular paces.

“I can’t-I can’t, I-” You mumbled to yourself as a choked sob escaped your lips.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, you’re not there anymore. You’re not in Seattle.” Wanda grabbed your thrashing arms and pulled you close to her, touching her forehead with yours.

“It doesn’t matter what I do, they’ll always haunt me. They blame me, Wanda! They-they threaten me every night in my dream. I-I saw them. I saw them all, the victims, back at the base, a-and they were just standing there! Looking at me! Just before Nat came in to get me. I-I can’t-“

Wanda was trying to make out your endless rambling just as the rest of the team entered, their faces and gears still dirtied from the mission.

“Hey, Y/N, sweetheart, look at me.” Tony approached you hastily, placing his hands on your cheeks. “You’re having a panic attack, just—breathe, baby, come on.”

The memory startled her, making her suck in a sharp breath. Her eyes scanned her surrounding; it was peaceful and quiet, only the distant chatter of locals and the breeze from the sea were heard. She almost stopped when she saw you, lifting a box from the truck you were next to and passing it along to the elderly man next to you.

The moment she recognized your face, a lump in her throat formed. It just has been so long since she saw you. You looked different, better, but you weren’t the same Y/N she knew.

“I’m begging you, Wan, if you have any love for me left. Please, please do it.“ You pleaded, your face now red and smeared with tears.

“No.” Wanda said, her voice wavering. “You can’t possibly ask me to do that.”

“Please, Wanda.” You whispered, pressing a desperate kiss to her lips, as you held her face in your hands. “You’re my only hope. I don’t wanna live like this anymore. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I can’t live like this anymore.”

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed as the man did the same, staring at the piece of paper in his hands before telling you something that made you gasp in surprise. It soon turned into him scolding you as you stood there, sheepishly scratching your head.

She thought she had kept enough distance, but was surprised when you noticed as she took a few steps towards you. The way your eyes gazed at her like an innocent deer caught in headlights made her heart skip a beat, and she was starting to grow nervous. The gloominess and feebleness she grew to see in you were gone, and you looked a bit more like when she first fell in love with you, sitting in her room, consoling her with sitcoms.

“You will forget everything that has happened in Seattle. You will forget about the pain, the guilt, the faces of the people you let die.” Red wisps began to float around her fingers reaching out towards your temple. “You will forget your life as an Avenger, as Tony Stark’s daughter.”

“No. . .” The man breathed out behind her.

“You will forget,” Wanda continued to compel you, her eyes glowing scarlet, just as streams of tears fell from them, “all about me, us, about all the time we spent together. Forget all about it.”

You closed your eyes shut and let out a short gasp, before falling to your knees.

“Your name is Y/N Howards, you lost your parents when you were younger, and you will start a new life, away from the fight, away from all of this.” Her voice was beginning to crack when she wept. “And you will live happily and fully.”

“Die Dame? Alles OK?” Your voice tore her from her thoughts. She gawked at you as you spoke another stream of German, probably something about the carrots on the stall you gestured behind you.

“N-No, no carrots.” She said, still in awe at the sight of you.

“Oh. You speak English.” You laughed, embarrassed. “I’m sorry. Small town in the middle of nowhere and all, didn’t think any tourists would come visit so I just assumed—“

Wanda nodded and smiled slightly, still entranced by you.

“Sooo,” you dragged, “if you don’t want any carrots, is there anything else I can do for you? I’m Y/N, by the way.”

She took your hand. “W-Wanda, my name’s Wanda. I—um, I’m here to see a. . .friend, but,” she inferred, “seems they’re not here.”

“Oh, did you want me to leave them something? Again, small town, kinda know everybody here.” You laughed, brushing your hands of your dirty overalls.

“No.” Wanda said. “Just. . .wanted to tell you that. . .your mistakes, they don’t define you.”

She searched your eyes for any recognition and tried her best to suppress the tears, seeing you raise your eyebrows slightly and nodded.

“Uh, thanks. I actually kinda needed that.” You laughed nervously and looked towards the back of the stall where the elderly man was unpacking more stock.

She smiled genuinely, the first time in months since you went away, in this little hideout in Northern Germany. She felt your warmth, like from the first time you came into her room after the battle at Sokovia, like the first time you kissed her and embraced her in your arms, like the first time you told her you loved her.

“Goodbye, Y/N.” Turning on her heel, she put her hands into the pocket of her coat and started walking the direction she came from, gravel shuffling at her feet, as you watched bewilderedly.

“Hey, excuse me!” She heard you call, and whipped her head around.

“I’m sorry, but. . .do I know you?”

Her mouth hung slightly open. Red wisps began to appear and warm her palms in her pockets, but she snuffed them out.

You did, Y/N, more than anyone else ever did. You were my love, my light, my everything.

“I don’t think so.” She answered, seeing your shoulders slump in disappointment.

Your eyes sparkled in the city lights, giggling like a little child at what she said. She didn’t notice you staring at her until she asked you a question, and all you did was stare with a grin like a lovesick fool.

“What?” Wanda asked. “Is there something on my face?”

“I love you.” You said quietly.

The party in the foyer was still raging on, and Wanda could see some of her teammates taking shots at a nearby table. But all of the noise tuned out the moment the words left your lips. It was just you and her, and New York City.

A wide smile spread across her lips, as she put her hands on your neck. “I love you too, darling.”

She gave you one last smile before walking away from you again. This time, she knew, would be permanent.

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Her happy ending.

Summary: she left you after realizing that she loves vision more than you.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mention of suicide thoughts, blades and death. No happy ending.

A/N: So it’s my first time posting something here! its pretty bad and i apologize if there’s some errors, english it’s not my first language! i wrote this when i was feeling really down, tell me if i should add more warnings!!

Words: 1.1k

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You always loved Wanda, she helped you and you did the same.

Trauma and grief, both alone against the world, you had the same thought.

But then you were together with her, and it seemed like you could do anything, so you started to face it, together.

And Wanda was finally better, she still missed so much her family, and her beloved pietro, but she was doing so well.

And seeing her doing so well made you work hard too.

The both of you were ready to go, it wasn’t something very special, but you loved going out together and enjoining the night.

You planned to eat in a little and very cute restaurant that you often came to. After dinner you planned to go seeing the stars, you always loved so much seeing the stars.

And you were there, our backs against the big towel that we put especially for not ruining our clothes.

You were so close with her, that you could even sense her warmth, that you loved.

The stars were really beautiful, there wasn’t any clouds and the stars were shining so much. But you were distracted, you found yourself staring at her, you were admiring her, like you always did. And then she looked at you. You smiled, trying to cover your embarrassment.

-do i have something on my face?- she said smiling and looking at you in the eyes.

-no..- you sighed loudly, looking back at the stars again.

-then what it is?- she grabbed gently your hand, interlocking her fingers with yours.

-i have something to tell, maybe this will change our relationship in better or in the worst- you sighed again, looking for the rights words.

-i can't stop thinking about you, everyday, i have you in my mind. And i have feelings that friends shouldn’t have. I have thoughts that friends shouldn’t have…- you paused, mostly because you were anxious, “this will change everything” you repeated yourself.

-i’m in love with you Wanda Maximoff. Since the beginning.- you closed you eyes.

-oh…- she said softly, squeezing your hand.

-you don’t have to say something, and if you feel uncomfortable i can just leave.- she wasn’t saying anything, so you turned your attention back to her, and she was smiling.

Your faces were so close…her lips.

-can i kiss you?- she said literally against your lips.

-does this mean that you feel the same?- you asked cautiously, searching in her eyes the answer.

-yes, dummy. can i?- you nodded slightly, feeling like you could do anything.

And then her lips met yours, it was a really soft and gentle kiss.

You would never imagined that all of your feelings and memories would crush upon you. Taking you down again.

You were so happy, it was ours anniversary, precisely two years anniversary.

You didn’t prepare anything special; dinner made by your amazing cooking skills and some sitcoms to watch together while being cozy on the couch.

And then you heard her car, but she wasn’t alone. You heard a familiar voice. She was with vision.

They were close, because she was feeling a connection through the mind stone. She told you how strong the connection was and how she felt towards him, but she never told you that she loved him.

When you saw through the window, vision embracing her, tightly, you broke.

It was a normal thing right? friends hugs too and its all fine! it’s gonna be fine.

But then you saw him leaning into her, for a kiss, and she…accepted him.

You watched in silence the scene before your eyes.

You lost Wanda. You lost her. You weren’t enough. Only negativity thoughts were passing in your mind.

No. No. It wasn’t possible, she loved you more than anything! But she loved him, even more.

-it’s fine, it’s only a misunderstanding.- you went to finish setting the table, your lovable dinner was ready!

After a couple of minutes you heard the door open, but didn’t even have the courage to look at her.

-hi…you are here earlier…- she spoke softly, fearing something, that you knew already.

-you made this?- she pointed the table, all ready for her.

-why is only prepared for one? you wont eat?-continuing, you looked at her, your eyes trying to cover all the pain and anger.

-if you want…- you stepped closely to her, almost whispering -i can set the table for two! you and your lovable vision!- you said with a strong irony in your tone.

-i…- she looked at you scared, almost like she was in so much pain. How selfish, you thought.

-am i wrong?- walking away from her, you sighed.

-i’m really sorry…- her voice broke in sobs -i’m r-really sorry! i’m sorry…- she kept apologizing.

-I get it. You love m- she didn’t let you finish -yes i love you. so much…- she was almost whispering these words.

-I get it.- you repeated. -you love me, but you love him more.- you said and her breath hitched.

-i’m sorry..- she said again in a whisper. Laughing slightly you walked way, opening the front door and before walking way you said this while smiling;

-It’s okay, i hope you will be happy. Don’t let the dish that i made get cold, you know, you don’t like your favorite dish cold.- and with that you walked away, closing the door behind you.

It’s been two weeks after that, she moved into the compound again, with vision. She took all of her stuff, and the house seemed empty, because in fact it was. Without her it was empty.

And you? you just fell into the darkness of your mind again. She wasn’t there for you. Why would you be alive? she was the last one. You now, were alone.

You sighed, walking in the bathroom.

You cleaned all the house today, all clean! All your clothes were folded nicely in your wardrobe. There wasn’t a thread of dust.

It was all ready.

In the two weeks that you spent alone, you realized that you couldn’t have a future, without her.

Even if it was unhealthy, you only had her. And it was alright before his arrival.

And now? She was gone, and with her you too.

You wrote her a letter, hoping that she would read it. If she even cared.

You watched your self in the mirror, you looked like a mess. You didn’t sleep much, neither eating.

You laughed slightly at yourself for how miserable you were. So miserable.

Then you sat on the basin, looking at the blade in your hand, that you took not long ago while looking at yourself.

You closed your eyes, and for a moment everything was better. But the reality crushed on you again.

You felt so overwhelmed with your emotions and insecurities. Everything you did, after everything you went through, you could only rest now.

While your life was draining out of you, you only hoped that all of your emotions will do the same.

Now you felt something new, not happiness nor sadness but emptiness. You felt nothing, while finally resting, you were alone, like you always had.

[lucydiibi]

y/n is always better guys, not that ps3 colored in red.

A Happy Ending

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda has to choose between you and Vision. But will she make the right choice?

Warnings: angst…so much angst…lol sorry

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Okay SO…my first straight up angst fic! i hope you enjoy, and i did not proofread it bc its very late here and i want to sleep but i hope its decent lol (ALSO!!! reader can tell someone’s future and gets flashes of it whenever she comes into contact with them!)

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“I can’t tonight, Y/N, I have plans with Vision.”

A line you had heard quite a bit from the witch. Anytime the two of you made plans recently, they were always tossed aside for Vision.

You had been seeing Wanda for almost a year now, under the radar, of course. She claimed she wasn’t ready for anything official just yet. But with all the time she had spent with Vision recently, you couldn’t help but wonder.

Maybe you weren’t the only holder of her heart.

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[lucydiibi]

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I love you, Not him, not even myself

Wanda maximoff x Reader

Summary: you thought you hated Wanda with her constantly winding you up and ready to argue with you, but when Sam and Bucky have had enough of your nonsense with her they come up with a solution to solve this problem.

Warnings/contains: soft ANGST, Uh hate fucking? (Not sure if that counts), oral sex (f! Reader Receiving) fingering (f! Receiving reader) and gentle Wanda <3

Word count: 2,969

A/n: I loved writing this!! It's a bitter sweet ending though oop :/, might write an angst one shot based of this when I get to it. I hope you enjoy it though. This also kinda has non binary terms to it, just wanna put that out there. It felt nice writing it like that. And cause I can.

Bucky watched as you walked off with clenched fists, a frustrated look on your face and the deadly glare you sent to none other than Wanda maximoff. 

He didn't understand. Bucky may not be an expert on relationships and how they work, but he knows you two love each other deep down. All this fighting nonsense, trying to wind each other up to see who breaks first, is just confusing to him.

And not only to him, so does Sam too. As he watches the two avengers fight against each other, he frowns, staring at Bucky who seemed to be used to their bickering by now, and how close wanda looks like to throwing you out of the compound herself with just a flick of her finger but for some reason he had a feeling that maybe Wanda didn't want to do that to you. 

"I don't get it" Sam speaks up, catching Bucky's attention as he stares at him. 

"You'll get used to it" he replies honestly and Sam raises a brow at him. 

"Should we do something? I mean, the two have been at it for hours! Ever since we got back from the mission! I just don't get those two why can't they just get along like everyone else tries to do. But with them, it's as if they enjoy doing this to each other" Sam rambled on, gesturing towards you and Wanda with his hands every now and then. 

He was confused just as Bucky was. 

Bucky placed a hand on this shoulder, causing Sam to stop his rambling about their friends. 

"I know they're your friend, you two know each other and I know them as well, they're good with us, we work together well and hell they're even good with Steve, Thor, literally anyone else. But, they have a complicated history I should say with Wanda" he paused, pursing his lips together, wondering how he should explain this. 

"Something… happened. Between the two, which got them to act like this. Now I don't know for sure if it's all just Wanda winding up them just to piss them off and get them to get angry in front of the team and lose control, but, what I do know is that deep down they both like each other. Like a lot. It's sickening, to see them eye each other with such longing even I haven't seen that before. I caught Wanda staring at her whenever they would walk into the room. Or anywhere, there was this one time where they got injured on a mission and the only person who stayed awake the entire time in the hospital room was Wanda" he explained, and Sam nodded, somewhat understanding where Bucky was getting at. 

"... so… "

"So we lock them in a room and have them sort their shit out" Bucky said, smiling all proud at his idea and Sam immediately shook his head. 

"Oh hell no" he said and Bucky frowned. 

"Why not? How else are we going to get them together?" He replied. 

"Not like that. Hell no, you expect to put two avengers together, one who has the ability to read minds and move shit with her mind and the other will get completely under her spell?! Bucky are you insane?!" Sam exclaimed and Bucky frowned, looking more upset. 

"No? I genuinely thought it was a good idea."

"Of course you would." Sam chuckles, then takes one look at you and Wanda arguing after he overheard Wanda say how useless you were compared to everyone else. 

Ouch. 

He sighs, looking back at a smug looking Bucky and rolls his eyes.

"Alright. Let's lock em' in a room together I don't know how long I can take this" he mutters, standing up and a satisfied looking Bucky following after him. 

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You groaned, feeling your head throb at another headache on its way from all this shouting. You closed your eyes just for a second and a furious, upset witch snapped at you again and again. 

"You know, maybe if you weren't so fucking useless you could be more reliable to the team and not fuck up on mission's, I know you mean well but dammit! You concern me with your recklessness!--" 

Wanda's words had hurt you more than you imagined and it was your turn to snap back. 

But you were so tired, so God damn tired, so tired, so drained to fight with her anymore. You don't even know how you got in this room in the first place, you were just going off at Wanda and followed her as she walked off with more frustration than before and you just didn't stop.

You didn't want to though. If this was the only way you could communicate with her then so be it. 

"Where are you going? Don't you dare walk away from me!" With one flick of her fingers, red whips danced around them and you would have stared in amazement. At this moment it was different and they didn't look that pleasant to you anymore.

You felt yourself being lifted up and shoved against the wall with a grunt, if you looked down, which you managed to do, you reached down to grab the door handle but you couldn't open the door. 

Was it locked?, fuck. That's weird. 

You were screwed if it was. 

Wanda stepped closer to you, her eyes wide and glowing red. She looks terrifying. But hot? Which was weird in a way. You bit down on your lip knowing she could read your thoughts and you tried thinking of other things but the way she stared at you had you clenching your thighs together.

She tilted her head to the side, grinning and her eyes glinted with interest. You wondered what was going through her mind. 

Did you want to know though?. 

the magic coursing through your body, too slowly felt yourself losing control and submit to her power but you didn't give in that easily. You weren't going to let her win and she knew that. She loved it. She loved seeing you squirm, and fight against her power. She knows what she's capable of, everyone does. And that's why they're a little afraid of her, even if they don't want to admit it. What Wanda holds is unpredictable, unexplained, and untouched, only by her. 

It's the slow burning of a fire after it's been ignited. The fire in her vibes, the flames growing and growing until someone else stops it. 

That won't be easy though. 

you stared deep into her eyes, not backing down and gritted your teeth together. embracing what could happen next, she could kill you if she wanted too. 

"Look at you, I understand now" she said, grinning like a wolf, she looked like a hunter about to devour its prey. 

and you were the fucking prey. 

"understand what?" You spat and you gasped when she pushed you again rougher. 

"You are angry at me for running away with vision" she stated, and started laughing. 

She finds this so amusing. 

You didn't reply to her though. You stayed silent and that was all she needed. 

She stared into your eyes, not breaking eye contact once. You tried, you really did. She was messing with your head, you felt someone else trap you inside your own mind. It was all a fucking game to her.

"Okay" you mumbled, "You got me. Now can you put me down."

"Not with that attitude" she replied, taking another step forward and cupping your face in her hands. 

You rolled your eyes and turned to look away from her, she frowned, not pleased.

"Don't be like that. Please, not right now. While we have each other, we can do whatever we want when we're alone" she said, her voice turned oddly soft and gentle that made you look back into her eyes again that spoke a different story now. 

You saw Wanda Maximoff in a different light. 

"What are you talking about?" You asked and she smiled. 

"Let me show you. We may not ever be together but now we can. And I know you feel me too, you feel the same. With vision, it's different. You're different too. It's confusing for you both, I don't know who to pick just yet. And I don't want to hurt anyone" Wanda pauses and before you could say anything she speaks again, "especially with all the damage I've caused already" Wanda chuckles then frowns.

You didn't know what to say. Your mouth feels dry, your lips are dry. Licking your lips as you try to ease and gather yourself, was Wanda confessing her feelings for you? You weren't sure. 

When you look into her eyes for anything to figure out what she's trying to tell you. You only saw so much emotion in her eyes, for a glimpse you thought for a second you saw her for the very first time. 

The wanda you fell in love with. 

She was right here, just, her mind elsewhere. 

"What exactly are you on about Wanda? Cause if this is your way telling me you're in love with me and Vision I don't wanna hear it anymore more--"

"No! That's not what I meant I--" she sighs, her head falling as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. 

Everything was always so loud and overwhelming. No one bothers to check in and ask how she's doing. 

Not that she would even tell them anything anyways. Maybe only to Y/n and Vision. 

The only two people she's met so far after losing Pietro that have made her days go by smoothly. Those two who have managed to make a grieving Wanda smile and laugh.

But you make her so angry. So so angry.

She doesn't know why. Maybe… she can figure out why. 

With your help. 

With you. 

"Please, I need you" she whispers and you couldn't believe what you were hearing, "I know I haven't been the best and I like to push you to your limits and I'm… sorry. I'm working on things and I know you are too. I'm still learning how to control all this" she raises her hands to show the red whips and she stares at them with an unreadable expression. 

"Well that's a first" you joked, earning a playful punch from her as she wipes a tear away that she didn't even know she was starting to cry. 

"Shut up" she smiles sheepishly, her cheeks burning. 

You bit down on your lip, "so… are we… friends now? And can you please, put me back down please. It hurts a little."

She tilts her head to the side again, eyeing you up and down shamelessly and grinning. 

"Nope. I like you like this, all tied up with my magic keeping you in your place" she teases and it was your turn to feel your cheeks heat up at her words. 

"Wanda…" you whined, giving her a pout. 

"No. Besides, we aren't done anyways" she steps closer to you, your breath hitched. 

"I want to do what I've always wanted to do with you" Wanda husks, biting down on her lip as she places her hand on your waist. 

"W-what will that be?" You stammered, trying to look anywhere but her eyes which was hard too avoid her stare. 

"This" she growled, her lips pressing to yours as she pressed her body up against yours and you moaned into her mouth. 

She let you go with her magic, just for a bit. She found herself enjoying it when she used her magic on you. Enjoying how it made you squirm and how your eyes went wide in fear the first time she pushed you up against the wall like that. How you whimpered and all those dirty thoughts you tried keeping quiet. 

"Fuck" you moaned, your head falling back as you wrapped your arms around her neck pulling her closer to you. 

Wanda smiles, enjoying the sounds you were making. She attached her lips to your neck, sucking on your pulse point and a cry of her name escapes your lips. 

That sounded so… heavenly. 

She never knew that she could fall in love with the way her name sounded from someone else's lips. 

"Wanda, you're gonna leave a mark" you whimpered, "people will find out."

"I don't care, let them see, then they will all know who did this to you" she replied, sucking harder to make sure to leave more marks on your skin. 

Your sweet noises got louder, she couldn't help but use her magic again for helpful reasons of course. She pinned you down on the ground with your hands that felt like they were tied together by ropes.

You tried to move, but you couldn't and you liked it. 

Wanda left trails of kisses down your exposed thigh, the skirt you wore rose up a bit and she was tempted to rip it all off. Everything. 

She looked at you waiting for you to let her continue, and with a nod she didn't stop. She won't unless you tell her too. And if this gets too much, Wanda loves you too much to hurt you. 

Though sometimes a little pain can be shown through love. 

"This fucking skirt, you're such a tease baby" Wanda's hands made their way up your body and you shuddered, feeling her squeeze at your breasts making you whimper and arch your back into her. 

"Don't stop" you whined, bucking your hips into her and she pinned them back down. 

"Never said I was pretty baby" she held your thighs open, spreading you wide for her as with a flick of her finger she ripped your panties off with ease. 

Her mouth watered at the sight of your dripping wet pussy on display before her, she wonders how many other people got to touch and play with this pussy before her. She got rid of the thought of not wanting to know about that. 

"So pretty" she said, "So pretty. All this for me? Did I make you this wet?" She asked and you nodded. 

"Please Wanda…" you whimpered. 

You yelped when you felt something harsh come down on your pussy, "I asked you a question."

"You did! Wanda, you made this pussy wet" you answered quickly. 

"Good girl" she smirks, loving the way you got all flustered at her praise. 

Wanda licked her lips and leaned in, pressing your legs open wider for her. She wrapped her lips around your clit and you let out a moan. She sucked on it hard, enjoying every sound you made because of her. She rubbed your clit with her finger while her lounge lapped at it, she wanted to know what made you feel good and what didn't. She looked up and saw you dazed, lost in the moment and the pleasure. 

Okay, so she was doing a good job. 

She kept on doing what she was doing that got more pretty noises out of you. The way you arched your back into her, the way you had bit down so hard on your lip that it was considered enough to bleed. The way your eyes would lit up when she touched a sweet spot she found and how you would get louder and louder. 

You soon came to a climax, your orgasm coming over you and the scream that left you you knew would alert anyone that was close by the room you were trapped in. You didn't care though, the overwhelming pleasure you got just from Wanda's touch. You knew you liked her hands a lot for a reason. 

She was fucking skilled. 

Breathless, Wanda pulled away and moved some hair out of her face. She brought her fingers up to her mouth, staring at the mess you had made on her fingers because of her. and sucked on them, moaning at the taste. 

You tasted heavenly, well, what heaven would taste for her. You were sweet, delicious, everything she's ever wanted. 

You laid on the ground, staring up at her and trying to catch your breath. You adored her, her smile, her laughter, you didn't know what was going on between the two of you but you feel like you just helped Wanda discover she likes girls. 

Since she was sucking them and how good she fucked you with them. 

You wondered if this was her first experience with a girl. Because if so, she was incredible. 

She smiled down at her, running a hand through her messy gorgeous hair, you also wonder sometimes if she was an angel. 

"You're so beautiful you know that right?" You said, enjoying the way her cheeks went red at that. 

"You know that I love you so much even though you're an idiot right?" She teases, moving up between your thighs as she laid her head rested on your chest.

"You love me?" You wondered, hoping that reality was true. 

"You love me?" You wondered, hoping that reality was true. 

And she wouldn't ever leave you behind. 

Silence filled the room, and you felt your heartbeat fast waiting for her answer. 

"Yes. I love you" she replied, you noticed the hesitation in her voice but you ignored that. 

You wish you hadn't now. 

You smiled, feeling bliss. Running your fingers through her hair, loving how soft her hair felt. Everything about her was soft and tender in a way. 

In her own way. That only you seem to see when no one else is looking.

"You promise we will always have each other's backs?" You asked. 

"I promise."

You didn't think too much about it anyways. You were the happiest you've ever been. 

And you were going to thank whoever locked you two in this room. 

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This destroyed me. 😀

You saved me

Natasha Romanoff x Gifted reader

Warnings: Descriptions of blood - pain - death. Slight cursing - Death.

Prompt: “I wish we had more time.”

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