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mediocre-writerr · 1 year

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hello!! i'll submit this on behalf of everyone who wants a part 2 of smoke slow. for the medicore 2k party, i'd love a pt 2 of smoke slow with the prompts

"she could be perfect, but the problem is she'll never be you" (somebody's nobody by alexander 23)

"i still love you, i promise" (i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrams)

reader has been avoiding wanda and they're both grieving the loss of their relationship. they finally see each other again and talk about it. if you're not up for a happy ending for them just yet (bc they will get a happy ending 😠), maybe a hopeful ending? idk i just need a part 2!!

somebody's nobody [wanda maximoff]

summary: requested by anon, part 2 of smoke slow; you try to keep your distance from wanda, so your older sister could be happy. even though nat is the most perfect girlfriend, the problem is, she's not you

warnings: mentions of panic attack, cigarettes, drinking, angst

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x sister!reader, yelena belova x sister!reader

*not my gif*

It was strange to see the world moving on.

Wanda lost you. The one thing she never wanted to lose you, even before the two of you had your clandestine meetings, she never wanted to lose her best friend. Now it feels as if all the air in her lungs has been taken away from her. She’s frozen, just for a moment. Frozen in shock. Frozen in loss. Her own mind slowly closing in on her until the only thought left in the air is you.

Yet, everyone is moving so fast around her. Nat begging her to move in with her, but that also means living with you every second of every day. Your group of friends throwing extravagant parties, yet the smell of your smoke was nowhere to be found. Her professors make her write essays about love and loss, like it’s such an insensitive topic. Did they not feel her heart break and the ground shake as she sobbed when she got home that night? Can they not hear her thoughts screaming out your name?

Apparently not.

It’s funny how a simple smile and a fake laugh can win you an Oscar.

Wanda needed a moment. One night where she could push you and her thoughts about you aside and just live. So, she did what anyone would do, and drowned herself in alcohol.

Tony’s party was as lively as ever. Wanda went over to the speaker and turned up the music to maximum volume, anything to stop the stubborn thoughts that kept flooding her mind, but no matter how loud the music was it was never enough. So she started dancing around the kitchen by herself, grabbing the bottle of whiskey by the neck, cradling it against her like it was her only lifeline.

She could still see you. She could see you walking up to her during one of these parties with a bright smile on your face. You’d tell her a dorky pick up line that she pretended to hate, but she couldn’t hate them even if she tried. You would ask her to dance before the two of you snuck up to the balcony, holding each other tightly, like the asteroid was going to hit Earth any second.

As she was dancing, she could practically feel you. Your arms wrapped around her waist, as you swayed to the music. It reminded her of the time, you’d sneak over to her apartment, and in the mornings while she’d cook breakfast you would dance with her to the soft sounds of her favorite records. What she would do for just one more morning like that.

“Hey pretty girl, let me just take that from you. I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” Carol’s blonde hair swooped in front of her, stealing the bottle from her hands. But Wanda’s entire body cringed, like she just heard nails digging into a chalkboard.

“Don’t call me that,” she spat, anger fuming in her body. You were the only person who could call her that. Not even Nat does.

Carol raises her hand in defense, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I’m not Nat, I know. It’s just a pet name I say to everyone,” Wanda stumbled slightly, as she tried to cross her arms, gripping onto the counter to stay afloat. “Wanda, do you want me to call Nat? She can pick you up. I think you need to call it a night.”

Wanda shook her head rapidly, fast enough for her to grow dizzy, “No. I’m fine!”

Before Carol could argue, she stumbled off and away from the crowd. She needed air, that’s what she needed. Something to make her feel like she wasn’t suffocating. The backyard was empty, but she couldn’t seem to get out there. The lights were too bright. The voices were too loud. Her clothes suddenly felt like a small t-shirt that she was struggling to get off.

“Wanda, what’s wrong?” A familiar voice filled her ears in an echo. One of your other best friends, Gwen Stacy and her boyfriend Peter Parker aka Peter 3, came into her line of sight. The Sokovian tried to speak, but no words came out and she only shook her head. Gwen hesitantly reached her hand out to wipe the tears off her cheeks and she flinched back slightly.

Wanda’s breathing started elevating as she felt her chest constricting. Peter looked at his girlfriend with furrowed brows and puzzled looks in his eyes. Gwen instantly grabbed Wanda’s hand at the sight of her breathing. The blonde whisking the brunette away to the balcony, your guys’ balcony, upstairs. At the feeling of fresh air, Wanda instantly fell to her knees, sitting against the wall.

Gwen orders her boyfriend and he nods awkwardly, stumbling and running back into the house. Wanda could barely process the girl’s words due to her ears ringing and her eyes blurry with tears, “It’s okay, Wanda. You’re having a panic attack, but it’s okay. I’m here to help you through it.” The Sokovian’s chest was in pain each time due to her labored breathing and constricted chest.

Gwen tried to get her to match her breathing and offered her soothing words, but nothing was working. Moments later, Peter came stumbling back with you right behind him. You quickly kneeled down in front of the brunette, offering her a sad smile. Wanda’s breath hitched, not because of her panic attack, but because of the sight of you.

“Thank you for grabbing me and staying with her. I can take it from here,” you tell the couple and they both nod, giving Wanda a reassuring smile before taking leave. You hesitantly reach out for her hand, not wanting to overwhelm her even more. “I’m here, Wands. I’m right here. Just focus on your breathing, okay?”

Wanda closed her eyes, the patio lights weren’t hurting her as much as they were before. The loud ringing noises slowly faded away as you quietly butchered one of her favorite Sokovian lullabies. Her beautiful green eyes met yours and you watched as her chest started to even out, “There you go, you’re okay,” you cup her cheeks, wiping all the tears, just like you promised you always would. After a few moments, you help her up to her feet steadily, “Let’s get you home, okay?”

Before the two of you could leave, she grabbed your wrist gently, “I don’t want to go back to my apartment alone. Can you take me to yours please?” The exhaustion in her voice causes your heart to clench and you just nod before leading her outside.

There the two of you were again, on the big city streets, sneaking away from a party just like you always used to do. Long gone were the nights where the two of you sang your hearts out to some random songs. Instead it was met with silence and coldness. Wanda noticed how your eyes lingered on her, making sure that you were okay. She swore you ran a red light to look at her, but that was okay. Because Wanda would die to keep your eyes on her.

The two of you entered your unusually quiet apartment: Natasha was fast asleep after she got home from a long business trip and Yelena went out to some frat party with Kate, Peter, and America. You told Wanda you’d grab her some blankets and pillows for the couch. The two of you agreed that you did not want to bother Nat.

Your room was drenched in the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Empty liquor bottles littered your room and you let out a huff at the sight. This is what you resorted to. You couldn’t go out to parties anymore without the plaguing thought that you’d see her there with your sister, madly in love. So, if that meant turning to old habits, so be it. It was only temporary anyway, the pain will eventually subside and you will be fine.

Grabbing a couple blankets, your eyes found the makeup stained pillow. They weren’t even yours, they were Wanda’s, from one of your many rendezvous. The two of you just talked about everything: her parents, Pietro, Sokovia. Everything she lost and all you did was hold her tight, while she prayed to whatever God was out there that she wouldn’t lose you too. She didn’t tell you that though. Only tightening her arms around you and finding comfort in your scent.

You snap back to reality, grabbing a different pillow from your bed and making your way back to her. You saw her back turned to you, staring at the curtainless window. You took the opportunity to study her, your heart leaping into your throat as you stared. “As you can tell,” you spoke up, causing her to flinch back. “Still haven’t gone shades for that window. You know, after you broke it.”

You tried to lighten the mood, but a sad smile just brushed along her face, “You were the one who suggested dancing with the refrigerator light. You have two left feet, so I don’t even know why you thought that was a good idea,” she quipped back and you smiled back, laying the blankets over the couch.

The Sokovian lay gently down on the couch, letting out a soft sigh. You took a seat next to her on the floor, “Are you okay, Wanda?” She opened her eyes, the green in them mixed with the red of her crying eyes. She didn’t say anything, just staring at you with a pained look deep in her eyes. You clear your throat, looking away, “I’m gonna get you some water and Advil.”

When you reach the fridge, you let the cool air of the machine calm your nerves, inhaling a sharp breath. You hated seeing her like this and knowing you were the cause of it. But it was for the best, you knew it was for the best, or at least that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. Sucking in one more breath and wiping away a stray together from your eyes before going back to her.

Taking a seat back onto the floor, right next to where her head rested, you placed the water on the coffee table. “I don’t know if you want to take them now or later, but here you go,” you whispered.

“Do you remember that night we were lying in your bed and we were just talking about anything and everything we could think of?” she asked out of nowhere.

“We had a lot of nights like that, Wands.”

She shook her head, “The night where you told me how you would love me forever. We were curled up in your bed and I remember I tried to argue with you and tell you that you can’t promise that. But all you did was cup my cheeks and whisper it over and over and over again, with kisses in between each phrase until I smiled and told you that I loved you too,” your heart ached at her exhausted voice. “Do you remember? Because I do.”

Your knees curled up to your chest, “Of course, I remember. But that doesn’t matter because you deserve better than me, you deserve to be with someone as perfect as my sister.”

“That’s the problem. Natasha is perfect, but she will never be you! You said forever and I almost bought it, Y/N! But then you go and you break my heart!” she says frantically, trying to keep her voice steady, but it was no use you could hear every crack.

Your hands find her cheek, cupping it softly as you brush away the stray tears. Your heart drops as you feel her nuzzle into your touch. You closed your eyes tightly, the lump growing bigger in your throat. “I had to, but that doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving you.”

“What do you mean you had to? We were going to face these consequences together, but you backed out like a coward!” she spat and you knew she didn’t mean what she was saying. She was hurting and you deserved it.

“Yelena found out about us. She scolded me for it and I didn’t want to believe she was right, but she was. Natasha has given everything up for me and I decided to have an affair with her girlfriend. So if Natasha could give up everything for me and Yelena, I could give up my everything,” you whisper, smiling at her sadly. “You are my everything, Wanda Maximoff, and you always will be.”

She let out a quiet sob, her lips were pursed as she tried hard to stop the trembling. You let go of her cheeks, intertwining your fingers together. “We had a good run, my love, but this was always bound to happen. This is for the best.”

“If this is for the best, why does it hurt so much?” she cried out.

Your eyes softened, fighting your own tears, as you pushed away a loose strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know that answer, darling. Maybe one day, we could meet down the line, after all of the time and give an actual try. I don’t know if you’d give me that opportunity again, I know I’ve hurt you. But right now, I am half of myself without you. You are the best thing I have ever had in my life and you had no control over this. Please know that, there’s nothing you did wrong. This is all on me, okay?”

More tears began welling in her eyes, “I miss you,” she said, her voice broken.

Your chest tightened as you watched her cry silently. Instinctively, you sit beside her on the couch, pulling her into your arms, holding her from behind. Her sobs muffled into your neck as she found safety in you. You press a soft kiss to her head, trying your best to comfort her as much as you can.

“I am always here for you,” you mutter. She didn’t respond, but she slowly calmed down. Her breathing evening out once more, “I’m right here. Get some rest okay? You’ve had a long night.”

“Y/N?” her voice was hoarse as she whispered your name.

“Yes Wands?”

“I still love you.”

You sniffled, blinking away the tears in your eyes, “I still love you, pretty girl. I promise.”

Your sister’s heart dropped, as she hid in the darkness of the hallway. She heard every word.

#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #a mediocre 2k party

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mediocre-writerr · 1 year

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hiii!!! Congratulations on 2k! Can i request a wandaxfem!reader where r feels like wanda doesn't love her the same way she does. then r gets terribly injured in a mission and all her insecurities washes away when she wakes up in the med bay with wanda holding her hand... “i’ll be fine for tonight with you by my side, but don’t you know you’re my lifeline) - (lifeline, joshua bassett)

lifeline [wanda maximoff]

warnings: stab wounds, explosion, mentions of breathing tubes, mentions of hospitals, slight mention of throwing up, a few curse words, tried to be accurate, but probably inaccurate medical terminology and scenarios

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

*not my gif*

“Nat?” Wanda asks. Her phone pressed against her cheek as she stirred dinner for the rest of the team.

She could hear the sounds of beeping and mumbling from the other line. The ex-assassin clears her throat, “Wanda something happened on the mission,” her heart dropped into the pits of her stomach. “Y/N got injured…really bad, actually. Her injuries are so severe that Fury recommended we go straight to the hospital. We had to take her to hospitall. I think you should fly out here as soon as you can.”

There was a pause of silence. Neither of the two girls really know what to say. Wanda’s mouth opened and closed like a fish as she tried to find words. Nat cleared her throat again, “You may want to hurry. Doc said she may only have twelve hours.” Natasha’s voice cracking rings in the witch’s ears.

All of a sudden the phone felt heavy, like she was holding the weight of five elephants in the palm of her hand. The phone crashed onto the floor with a soft thump, catching the attention of Clint and Steve who were setting up the table for dinner. Their eyes land on the distressed girl, “Wanda? What happened?” Steve asked, stepping hesitantly closer to her. His blue eyes searching her green ones, trying to read what had just happened.

The girl couldn’t form words though. Her throat felt tight as tears started to build like towers. Clint picked the phone from off the floor, hearing Nat’s voice speak muffled against the line, “Nat? What’s going on?” His confused expression slowly turns into an urgency as he looks at his Captain. He hangs up the phone quickly, “Steve get the quinjet ready, we need to go. Now.”

Clint wrapped the younger Avenger into his arms, holding her tighter than ever before, “She’s going to be okay.”

It was a simple mission, really, to stake out the Hydra infested warehouse, once it's empty, get in there and steal intel. A mission you and Nat have done countless times. You should’ve known that it would end in disaster when you thought to yourself ‘Oh this is easy! I could be home for dinner!’ Whenever someone says that, it never ends well.

The warehouse was set up in a series of buildings, so it was hard to tell if it was fully cleared. Maybe that’s how you should’ve known it wasn’t going to end well. But honestly, during the stakeout you were falling asleep at the wheel. Your best friend’s arm nudged your side with her elbow, “Usually you’re bouncing off the walls, annoying the crap out of me. What gives?”

You rub your eyes, pinching at the bridge of your nose, “Wanda and I had this huge fight before I left,” you let out a soft sigh, crossing your arms over your cloth and spandex mashed suit.

Natasha’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “But you never leave each other on a sour note before a mission.”

You nod, letting out a soft sigh, “I know hence why I could not get any sleep on the way over here.”

“Are you guys okay?”

“No, I don’t know. I hope so. It was a pretty rough one. So rough that we didn’t even say goodbye to one another before I left. ”

She squeezes your shoulder, “Do you want to talk about it?” Which you just merely shook your head in response. It wasn’t something you wanted ingrained in your head as you were about to fight loads of Hydra agents, “Alright, well, let’s just hope you don’t have a web block when we’re in there. I know how you get when the two of you fight. Now c’mon let’s get in, so we can get home for dinner!”

You throw on your mask, opening your arms up for the Russian, “C’mon little spider,” she rolls her eyes at you. Muttering under her breath about how your powers are literally ones of a spider before she clung onto you, as you swung the two of you onto the roof of the warehouse.

The warehouse was huge, as you and Nat snuck in through the air ducts. You and Nat glance at each other, already discussing earlier how you want to split up the search. She extends her hand out for the two of you to do your secret handshake, in your own way telling one another to be safe, before she splits in the opposite direction from you.

Towards the back of the building, there was one of these hallways leading you into the next building over, so you quickly made your way through. You froze in your spot, your spidey senses tingling, and you could feel someone’s presence around you. Before you could dodge out of the way, the HYDRA agent launched himself at you, tackling you into the crates behind you, pain shooting through your spine. The shock of the attack paralyzed you for a second, before your spidey senses kicked in and you dodged the punch that was coming. You kicked the agent square in the chest, lifting yourself up in the process.

From the corner of your eye you could see a bomb strapped onto one of the SHIELD agents who recently joined, pressing your finger to your ear piece, “Nat! There’s a bomb! They knew we were coming! You need to get out of here!”

“There is no way I am leaving you!” She shouts, “Where in the warehouse are you? I’ll get to you!”

A sharp pain shot through your body, as the HYDRA agent pulled a knife out your side. You let out a yelp in pain before you webbed him onto the wall, “Y/N! What was that noise?!” Nat yells.

You shook your head even though she couldn’t see you, “Never mind that! Call Fury, tell him we need someone who can disarm this. There’s an agent strapped to it,” you rushed over to the panicked agent with his mouth covered in duct tape. Inspecting the wires and the time that read 4 hours, you didn’t notice the way he was thrashing about, like he was trying to warn you about something.

Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise filled your ears, causing you to flinch back. The red numbers, quickly turning to 30 seconds. Your eyes flickered to the trapped HYDRA agent who had the explosive trigger in his hand and a smug smirk on his face, “Hail Hydra,” he repeated, resting his head against the wall as he accepted his fate.

“Nat! You need to go now! Run! Please!” you frantically looked at the wires, trying to figure out how to disarm it. The SHIELD agent in front of you sobbing as he shook his head, looking at the time.

“You need to go too, Y/L/N!” Nat screamed into your ear piece., “Please, Wanda will never forgive me if you blow up right now! I will never forgive you!”

You pulled off the agent’s duct tape, “Hey! I need you to take a breath for me!” you rushed out, trying to get his attention, “Do you know how to stop this thing?” He shook his head frantically.

20 seconds.

“Alright, well I’m going to get this off of you and we’re going to get out of here together!” you quickly tried to untie the ropes that surrounded his wrists, mentally cursing yourself for not bringing a weapon other than your webs. Your side became more and more painful, but you needed to get both of you out of here.

15 seconds.

You frantically start to rip off all the duct tape that strapped the bomb to his clothing, “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” you muttered to yourself over and over again.

“Y/N! I’m coming to you! Where are you?!” Nat’s insistent screaming in your ear piece only causes your heart to race more. You rip the bomb off of him and he exhales out a sigh of relief, as he stands up next to you, but immediately falls onto the ground.

You didn’t even notice the way his legs are bruised and broken, most likely from all the torture he endured from HYDRA. You wrap his arm around your shoulders, lifting him up with all the strength you can.

10 seconds.

In the corner of your eye, you notice how fast the clock was trying to tick down. The pressure of him leaning against your little wound caused you to hiss out in pain. You scramble towards the hallway, desperate to try and get out of this side of the warehouse. Your vision slowly became more blurry, yet the sight of your own blood staining your torn suit was so vivid.

4 seconds.

You hadn’t been able to get very far, even though it felt like you were miles away from the secluded corner. You had barely made it out of the room it was trapped in. It was as if a lightbulb went off in your head, and you stopped in your tracks. “What are you doing?!” your fellow agent yells at you, “Why are we stopping?!”

“There’s no way we can escape the bomb in time, but I can try and limit the explosion,” you tell him, trying to explain as calmly as possible.

You turn your bodies around, extending your wrists toward the bomb in the corner. You shoot your web…but nothing comes out. You flick your wrist again and again and again. Each time growing more frantic.

“You’re joking!” you exclaimed.

3 seconds.

“What?! What’s going on?!” the agent yelled.

You shook your head, “Forget that idea! We need to leave now!”

The two of you turned back around and you tried to run towards the end of the hallway as fast as you could. Ignoring the burning pain in your side and the weight of his body against yours. But it was too late.

It was the loudest thing you had ever heard. The echoing boom rang in your ears, as you collapsed onto the other side of the warehouse, as debris started falling all around you. Everything felt too bright as a hot stinging pain ripped through your whole body. You tried to get up, but felt a sharp sting in your leg. A piece of rubble that was on fire rested on the top of your leg, too heavy to move it out. Your eyes fluttered open and closed, slowly becoming heavier and heavier. A thick liquid pooled from underneath you. Nat’s red hair came into your blurry view.

Nat let out a soft gasp as she noticed how part of your face was burnt, “Hey Y/N, come on keep your eyes open for me, okay? The ambulance and the fire department are here. They’re gonna get you out of here,” she whispered, brushing your hair out of your face. But her rare soft voice did the exact opposite as it made your eyes grow heavier and heavier.

When the firemen got you out of there, you were hardly alive. Your breathing could barely be seen or felt, your throat and lungs burnt that you could barely inhale any air. Your heartbeat was irregular and often skipped. Your spandex suit was burned into your flesh and it was surprising that you could even be recognized by how severe some of your burns are.

Honestly, it was a miracle that you were still alive. Something the paramedics and firemen could barely understand.

Nat could barely look at you, she tried her hardest to stay strong, but an overwhelming sense of fear seeped into her bloodstream. While the paramedics struggled to keep you stable on the helicopter, Nat let tears fall onto her lap, looking out at the view. Only looking at you when a deafening beeping sound could be heard, right before you landed.

Your heart stopped beating.

Wanda’s knee bounced up and down all throughout the flight in the quinjet. Natasha hasn’t been giving them updates, there wasn’t much to give after she called you.

They managed to stabilize you, but it was all about if you were going to survive the night. Joining the Avengers came with loads of paperwork. One of them being, what would you want if you had extreme injuries. Basically a DNR form. You were indecisive, so you wrote out what you wanted. If something were to happen to you, you give the doctors 24 hours to do all they could, and if it didn’t work, well that’s when you call it quits.

SHIELD actually follows it very well, like the agent you saved? He wanted them to do everything they could to keep him alive. Everything. He did not want them to stop trying. So, after the doctors managed to stabilize you, they tried to take you off the ventilator to see if you would breathe on your own, but you crashed. You couldn’t do it. That’s when the countdown began, if they couldn’t get you off and breathing by yourself in 12 hours, per your request you want them to pull it.

A muffled sob escaped Wanda’s lips as she thought more about it. In 12 hours, she could lose the love of her life and the last time she saw her ended poorly.

Wanda takes the elevator up to the tower. Her breath smelling slightly of alcohol from her spontaneous night out with Vision. The two have been on mission after mission lately, so Vision thought it would be nice to have a break. She was going to go straight to her room, but she figured it would be best to get an Advil and water in her before she regretted the drinks in the morning. The elevator dinged and she stumbled through it and to the kitchen, where she found you. You were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the moon through the window sill. A couple plates of food sat in front of you as you sipped slowly on a glass of wine.

“Love? What are you doing? It’s late,” Wanda asked, snaking her hands around your neck from behind. She flinched back as you stood up, looking at her with a hard glare that she has never been on the receiving end of, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Last week, you promised that we would have a date night for my birthday. You and I have been so busy with missions and training, so when you didn’t show, I just assumed that you were running late with training. Then hours ticked by, and our teammates would come in and look at me with such sympathetic eyes because they knew how much this meant to me because that was all I would talk about for the last week. Peter even came by with a cake and sad eyes because he heard about what happened,” you ranted to her and Wanda looked to the ground in shame. “Yesterday was my birthday Wanda. Yet, you go out with Vision! Of all fucking people! You didn’t wish me a happy birthday, you didn’t kiss me, you didn’t see me all day! All because you were with Vision! And we all know how much you love his attention!”

The words fell from your mouth before you could even think about what you were saying, Wanda’s shame quickly turned to defensiveness as she stared at your tear stained cheeks, “I may have forgotten your birthday and I’m sorry, but is this really about forgetting your birthday or is this about Vision? It’s like you’re jealous or something!”

“Yes, I’m jealous Wanda! And I have every right to be! You and Vision have some sort of connection because of a fucking stone implanted into his head!” You scream.

She shook her head, “He’s my friend, Y/N! Am I not allowed to have friends?”

“I never fucking said that you can’t have friends! Jesus Wanda do you hear yourself?” you bring your voice down to a softer tone, realizing that a screaming match isn’t gonna help fix this, “You forgot my birthday…the Wanda I fell in love with would have never done that. I don’t ask much of you. I just want to spend a couple days with my girlfriend and for her to remember my birthday. All I wanted was a kiss from her and for her to tell me that she loves me, yet you haven’t said that to me a lot recently. Look, I’m going on a mission with Nat in a couple hours. While I’m gone, I guess just think if you really want to be with me still.”

And you walked away without another word.

Of course, Wanda loved you. It was just the fear of the unknown that has made her put a wall up between the two of you. Everything and everyone she has loved, she has lost. Her parents, Pietro, it was only a matter of time before she lost you too. She doesn’t know what she’d do if she loses you.

Wanda bursts into the waiting room, met by several confused eyes from the staff and patients. Steve and Clint followed right behind her, the two of them more rational than she was. They ask for your room number and as soon as she hears the answer she sprints down the hallways and straight to your room.

Natasha sat in the corner of the cold room, watching distantly, like she was off on another planet. She didn’t even notice the Sokovian bursting in. Wanda’s eyes flash to you, your frail body lying in bed. All the color was drained from your face and a burn lingered along your cheeks. She inspected you further, noticing the burns that lingered all over your body. The beeping from the machines echoes in her ears as a wave of nausea overcomes her at the sight of a tube stuck in your throat. All she wants is to hold you, but she’s afraid that if she does you’ll crumble.

She took a seat next to you carefully reaching for your hand. She wanted to tell you that she loved you, that she needed you, and that she was sorry, “Hey Wanda,” Nat finally came to her senses, noticing her teammate sitting next to you.

“I didn’t know it was this bad,” her voice cracked, as hot tears blurred her vision.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t-“ Nat took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “I couldn’t find her in time. I was trying to find her, to help her save the other SHIELD agent, but before I could, the bomb went off and she…I’m so sorry Wanda. I should’ve protected her. I couldn’t protect her.”

Wanda reaches for her hand, squeezing it, “It’s okay, Nat. You couldn’t have known,” Clint and Steve finally burst into the room. Clint immediately goes over to console his best friend, while Wanda turns her attention back onto you.

The doctor knocks on the door, giving all of you sympathetic smiles, “Hello everyone. Agent Y/L/N is in very critical condition. The injuries she endured have taken an enormous toll on her mental and physical health. It’s an absolute miracle that we were able to stabilize her. However, the burns and the stab wound are the least of our worries. The smoke inhalation caused her vocal chords to swell which may cause some permanent damage, but we had to do a tracheotomy to help her breathe.”

Wanda’s heart stopped, the reality and severity finally catching up to her. All of the things she dreamed of doing with you. The life you wanted to share with her. Another wave of nausea hit her like a freight train, “And per Agent Y/L/N’s paperwork with SHIELD, later tonight we’re going to try and see if she could breathe on her own and if not, she has asked us to pull the plug. If there’s anyone who’s not here, who you guys think would love to see her, I suggest calling them now,” he clears his throat, trying to stay professional. “I recommend trying to talk to her, coma induced patients tend to be more responsive when they hear their loved ones.”

With that, he leaves the room, a tense air filling the room once more. Steve clears his throat, ignoring the tears trying to swim in his ocean eyes, “I’m going to make some calls and ask if anyone would like to see Y/N. Tony will get them here as soon as possible.”

And just like that Avengers started swarming in like wildfire. Clint called Laura and brought the kids along with her, whenever Clint and Laura needed a date night you’d be there to help babysit the kids. So, to say you were an important part of the family was an understatement.

Tony and Pepper showed up with Peter. Tony and Bruce tried to talk to the doctor as much as they could, asking a million questions about what they’ve tried and what they haven’t tried to help your condition. Thor and Valkyrie even showed up from Asgard, just in case this was the last time they’d see you.

Wanda took a step back, allowing everyone who came to visit you to talk to you, to possibly say their goodbyes. She couldn’t bring herself to talk to you just yet. She watched as some people weren’t afraid to shed a tear, retelling some of their favorite memories with you. While others tried their best to stay strong, demanding you that you’d breathe on your own.

She watched as your room piled up with flowers in the worst way possible. Peter even brings you a small stuffed spider he got at the zoo. Her breathing became more uneven as she watched a usually strong Yelena shed a few tears for her chosen sister, Kate and Natasha, even having to console the younger Russian.

Wanda needed an out, she needed to get some air. Luckily, Bucky came around, “C’mon, let’s go for a walk. I think you need it.” The witch didn’t even hesitate as she just followed him through the door and out of the hospital. As soon as the cool air hit her face, she ran as quickly as she could to the nearby bush and started to empty whatever she had in her stomach.

Wiping the corner of her mouth, she sat next to Bucky on a nearby bench. Neither of them said anything and honestly it's what Wanda really needed. All Bucky did was rest his hand on her shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze, before they sat and watched the cars zoom by.

They didn’t know how much time had passed before someone cleared their throat behind them. Steve had a sympathetic smile on his face, “Wanda, it’s almost time doctor said. If you wanna say something to her, now is the time.” Wanda turned to Bucky and he merely nodded in encouragement.

The Sokovian followed back to your room. Everyone must’ve gotten the message that Wanda was coming back, so they were all waiting in the waiting room when she walked in. She took the seat next to your bed, grasping your unusually cold hand.

“Y/N…” she trails off her voice immediately cracking, “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for everything. I should’ve remembered your birthday. If you wake up, I promise I’ll remember everything. I’ll remember your beautiful eyes looking into mine, like we have our own secret club. I’ll remember the way you turn up the music on the weekend when I’m trying to sleep in and the way you’d jump on the bed and dance to wake me up. I’ll remember the way you’d squeeze my hand three times whenever you realize how anxious I’m getting or to just tell me that you love me.”

Her emerald eyes met the sea as tears filled them. She cupped your cold cheeks, smiling sadly, “I should’ve been honest with you and I should’ve just told you I was scared. I was scared to fall and lose you. But that does not beat how petrified I feel right now, Y/N. I prayed, Y/N. I never pray, I prayed to a God I stopped believing in when my parents were killed. I’m not saying goodbye to you, just yet. I just need you to know that no one else could ever save me, like you did. Not Vision. Not anyone else. You. You saved me and I can’t do this on my own. So, breathe Y/N. Please. You’re my lifeline.”

Yet another knock interrupted her thoughts as the doctor walked in. He smiled sympathetically with Steve, Clint, and Natasha right behind him. “It’s time,” he walks over to your bedside, throwing on gloves as he gets ready for extubation, “Just to explain what we’re looking for, if she can breathe on her own her breathing will look like she’s just sleeping. If her oxygen levels are normal, it means she’s okay. On the other hand, if she isn’t breathing on her own, she’d be gasping for air, and her mouth will be opening and closing like a fish out of water. Her oxygen levels will also be very low.”

All four of them nod, Nat grasping on to Wanda’s free hand, squeezing it tightly. The doctor slowly starts pulling out the tube and Wanda squeezes your hand three times, muttering a quiet please under her breath. All of them hold their own breath, which is ironic. Each one of them watches your chest rise and fall in anticipation.

For what felt like an eternity, the Sokovian felt a weak three squeezes come from your hand, causing her head to shoot up to look at your face. Your eyes flutter open as you stare into the eyes of the love of your life, “You made it,” she whispered under her breath and a tiny smile crossed your lips as you ran your thumb over the back of her hand.

“Hi Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you,” your doctor introduced himself. “We’re gonna recommend you can’t talk until directed to. We’re working on reducing the swelling in your vocal chords.”

You gesture for a pen and paper, your hands shaking slightly. He nodded, handing you a pen and a piece of paper before promising to check up on you later. In the scratchiest of handwriting, Wanda watched as you wrote a little note. A small gasp leaving her lips as you showed her, ‘You’re my lifeline too.’

Wanda rested her hand against your stomach as she cried happily into it. Your free hand that she wasn’t grasping reached for her head, running your fingers through her messy hair, in hopes to let her know that everything will be okay.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered to you.

And all you did was squeeze your hand three times.

#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #a mediocre 2k party

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work in progresses

hey everyone just a little update for you all! i currently have a few work in progresses going on and i’d like to share them with you in no particular order! i don’t have set dates on when these will come out, but i am working on them:

- lifeline [wanda maximoff]: requested as a part of mediocre 2k party, you and wanda have a private relationship and even though it’s a good thing, sometimes insecurities do arise. however even then, you’ll be fine with wanda by your side because she is your lifeline

- somebody’s nobody [wanda maximoff]: requested as a part of mediocre 2k party, part 2 of smoke slow. you try to keep distance from wanda, so your older sister could be happy. even though nat is the most perfect girlfriend, the problem is, she’s not you

- it’s time to go [guinevere beck]: requested; you and beck have a lot of history to say the least, so coming back home to find her dating some not-so-ordinary joe may just kill you, metaphorically of course...right?

- favorite crime [love quinn]: requested; throughout your entire childhood, you’ve always been in love with love quinn, so none of the people she dated were ever good enough for her. she’d tease that you’d always find something wrong with them and that you’re being paranoid. maybe that was true before, but this will bettelheim, doesn’t leave the fondest taste in your mouth

- forever winter [wanda maximoff]: requested as a part of mediocre 2k party, you and wanda have been together for as long as you could remember, but sometimes you need space to grow together

- style [maddy perez]: requested by anon, maddy perez has that long haired slick back, and you’ve got that good girl faith with a tight little skirt. it’s the perfect combo

#wip #work in progress #mediocre writer

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congrats on 2k! if you can, i'd love a wanda maximoff x romanoff!reader! based on the prompt "all that we are is all that we'll ever be because he's the one waiting at home." - smoke slow, joshua bassett

maybe reader and wanda had a secret relationship going on, but wanda is dating natasha right now. just super angsty, maybe with a happy ending or not, it's up to you!

thank you! and congrats again!

smoke slow [wanda maximoff]

summary: a college au; you and wanda started breaking away from the crowd and it started innocently, until it wasn't. the biggest problem, she's dating your older sister.

warnings: a few curse words, mentions of smut, angst, smoking, mentions of death, mentions of addictions

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x sister!reader, yelena belova x sister!reader

*not my gif*

The night was alive. The air was so thick and smokey. The music thrummed straight through the bodies surrounding you and into your eardrums. It mixed with a variety of conversations, half of them were high-induced philosophies and theories, while the other half were drunken confessions. Sweat flicked through the air with the start of every dance move. Tony Stark’s parties, always a rager, no matter what the occasion.

You shimmied off the dance floor, avoiding the hormone monsters that are college students grinding on one another. You were desperate for some sort of fresh air, away from the stuffiness of the dance floor. The kitchen was somewhat empty, more sober people maintaining intelligent conversations. Grabbing a red solo cup, you filled your cup with beer, as you people watched. Thor was trying his hardest to be Valkyrie in beer pong, but by the looks of the cups, he was failing. Steve, Bucky, and Sam had their arms wrapped around one on another as they sang along to some tune. But your eyes were torn from the scene when shouts of her name rang throughout your ear.

“Wanda!!” Clint yelled the loudest.

Her emerald eyes found yours, like it was the most natural thing in the world, her lips quirked upwards slightly. As quick as it appeared, it faded away, like reality finally caught up to her. You let out a deep breath as you maintained eye contact, trying to slow your racing heartbeat, “Y/N! Dude!” Scott yelled and you looked down at your cup to see it spilling over the edge like Niagra Falls.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, turning off the tap, and wiping off your beer soaked hands. Your eyes filtered back up to Wanda, as the redheaded Russian appeared behind her, intertwining their fingers together. You reach for the paper towel roll, ripping off a few pieces to clean up the mess you made.

“Wow sestra, the party started an hour ago and you’re already making a mess,” Natasha’s voice made you freeze in your spot. You turn to face your older sister wearing her infamous shit-eating smirk.

Your eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands as you gave them your best smile, “Ouch Nat, no, how’s my favorite sister doing? Or I’m so happy to see you!” You tease and she playfully rolls her eyes.

“Yelena would kick my ass if she heard me say that you’re my favorite sister,” Nat said, her eyes scanning the crowd. “Where is she anyway?”

You shrug, “Last time I checked she was about to play a game with Kate. Something about shooting arrows at beer bottles that rested on top of Peter’s head,” Natasha’s eyes widen at your nonchalant tone. Her eyes once more scanning the crowd for your younger sister. “Anyway, back to the whole favorite thing. She can’t kick your ass if it’s the truth. I mean I’m your favorite sister, right?” Your sister rolls her eyes, as she starts weaving her way through the crowd in search of Yelena, “Wait! Nat! I’m your favorite, right?!” you yell over the loud music and the indistinct chatter.

Wanda chuckles, “Are they really shooting beer bottles off of Peter’s head?” She asks with a knowing look in her eyes.

Your eyes shined back with mischief, shaking your head, “Nope! Kate and Yelena suggested the idea, but Peter quickly shot it down, despite them trying to blackmail him.” The two of you share a giggle at the thought of the best friends.

“They’re gonna kill that poor boy one day,” she says and you nod your head in agreement. The two of you stand there in a comfortable silence, people watching.

Wanda’s hand drifts closer to yours, desperate for some sort of contact with you. Before she intertwines your fingers together, you pull away quickly, “Shit. I promised Steve I would bring him this beer. He’s probably looking for where I am, I’ll catch you later,” you smile at her before taking the red solo cup and whisking yourself away. You left so fast, you didn’t get a chance to see Wanda’s disappointed look on her face.

The stuffy room suddenly felt suffocating, slipping out to the backyard, it was a lot less crowded. You slipped your shoes off, rolling up the cuffs of your jeans, as you dipped your legs into the pool. The cool summer night breeze brushed through your hair, drying the sweat that lingered from the dance floor. You grabbed your pack of cigarettes from your back pocket, flickering your lighter to slowly kill yourself by inhaling the small cancerous stick.

Your mind drifted back to the brunette inside, you could marry her. You really wanted to fucking marry her. You had never felt this way about anyone before. Even though you shouldn’t, you know damn well that you shouldn’t. But that night over winter break changed everything for you.

The winter breeze shook through your body, as your legs dipped into the freezing water. You hugged your jacket tighter against your body, pulling out the pack of cigarettes from your jacket pocket. You felt someone’s presence next to you, as they sat down, dipping their own feet into the pool. You slowly inhaled from the nicotine lit stick, as you turned your head to face the unknown presence. Wanda had a sheepish smile on her face, her brunette hair tucked back behind her ears, “Can I have a light?” she asks.

You chuckle softly, flicking the ash onto the concrete next to you, “Wanda Maximoff, having a smoke? Since when?”

“Since right now. I want to try one,” she said, sitting up straight, her voice sounding confident, like she knew what she was doing.

“No, I’m not gonna give you one,” you laugh at her shocked face.

“But why not? You do it all the time!” she questioned with her eyebrows furrowed and matching pout on her face.

God she looked so adorable, but you quickly shook that intrusive thought off, “Exactly I do it all the time, which doesn’t make it a good thing. These little guys are terrible for you, especially when you get addicted. They slowly kill you from the inside out. I mean I have one every day and you know what? It’ll probably kill me one day. At the time, I didn’t have anyone care enough about me to tell me to stop. So no you absolutely can not have one because if I give you one my sister would probably kill me before the smoking does."

She looks at you with her eyes widened and a small smile, "Are you sure this is about Nat kicking your ass or do you not want to give me one because you care about me?" She teased in a sing songy voice as a light pink coats your cheeks.

“Definitely more about my sister kicking my ass. Speaking of my sister, I’m honestly surprised you came to this party. My sister is off on a work trip in Boston and you’re usually attached at the hip.”

She rolls her eyes, “Well, someone was a little convincing today with the whole ‘Wanda please! We haven’t hung out together since you started dating my sister!’ begging act that you pulled today.”

“Excuse me! I was not begging!” you bring your voice down to a whisper, leaning towards her ear, “Trust me Maximoff, when I’m begging there'll be much less clothes on,” you wink at her, causing her eyes to widen and a soft blush to dust over her cheeks. She slaps your shoulder, throwing her face in her hands before letting out a groan, “C’mon, pretty girl, let’s get you a drink!”

You get thrown back into reality, when Thor drunkenly jumps into the pool and the cool water sprays across your face, “Sorry Y/N! Thor lost at beer pong and this was the punishment!” Valkyrie explained and you gave her a tight lipped smile before getting up and going back inside.

You were just going to sit by the window sill away from the rest of the party, but your eyes found Natasha and Wanda’s figures on the dance floor. The two of them moved sensually to the beat and you couldn’t help, but feel the ache in your heart. You couldn’t seem to tear your eyes away until those god damn green eyes found yours and you quickly looked away, sneaking off towards the balcony. No one else really knew about it. But you knew it, all too well.

Wanda’s breath was close to your ear, as she tried to get you to hear her over the pounding music, “Do you want to break away from all of this? I think I need a little breather.”

You nod, “C’mon, I know the perfect place,” you extend her hand out to her and she intertwines your fingers together, not wanting to get separated in the crowd.

Leading her through the house and to the balcony on the top floor, you opened the door for her. The rest of the party seemed to have faded away from your secluded spot. The only real noise was the muffled music coming from downstairs, but even that seemed like it was miles away. The drinks were taking effect, not too bad enough to have you spinning, but a nice little buzz in your head.

The two of you take a seat on the little patio chairs, looking up at the bright city skyline. People like to think of the New York City skyline as one of the most beautiful views in the world, but as Wanda sits next to you with the bright city lights illuminating her face, it definitely tops the city. Once more, you fetch out your pack of cigarettes, lighting another one as it rested in between your fingers.

“You said that when you first started smoking it felt like you had no one who cared about you, why is that?” the brunette asks, staring at you intently as you exhale a puff of smoke.

You shrug, flicking the ash onto the ground, “I started back when we were seniors in high school, after my mom died and my dad left. Nat turned 18 not too long before my mom died and she was forced into the role of being an actual adult because when you turn 18, you’re not really an adult even though you’re labeled as one. Some 18 year olds just finished high school, and are still living with their parents, but Nat had to take care of two younger sisters. She had to put her life on hold for me and Lena. Instead of helping her and supporting her, when our mom died I kind of blew off all responsibilities. I turned rebellious, stopped playing volleyball, hung out with the wrong crowd. Nat always had the disappointed mom look and she was always angry at me, which made Yelena angry with me all the time. So, when I started smoking our relationship was so bad, that it felt like neither of them would have cared.”

“I didn’t know that,” she whispered. It was eye opening to her, you were her best friend. Of course, she knew that your mom died and that your dad left as soon as she died. But it seemed like a new side of you was shining through.

“Not a lot of people do. It’s one of the things I regret the most, you know? I was so selfish back then. I mean even Yelena acted like more of an adult than I did. Now every time I light one of these guys, it’s a constant reminder of what I did…or well I guess what I didn’t do. My punishment for how I acted back then,” you chuckle lightly, “I’ve never said that before, so I better not regret telling you Maximoff.” A lighthearted tone in your voice, as you try to hide the self depreciation in it.

Her head tilts to the side and her eyes are lit up, like you just showed her the most amazing thing in the world, “You won’t.”

A shiver ripples through her body and you quickly shrug off your jacket, placing them over her body. Your scent of smoke and subtle hints of vanilla invaded her senses, quickly becoming addicted to it. “Why didn’t you bring a jacket, Wands? My sister’s not here, so who are you trying to impress,” you quip and she smiles, shaking her head.

“No one,” she mutters, but she desperately wishes she could say, ‘you’.

“What’s got you so angry?” Yelena asks, plopping down next to you with her own red solo cup in her hand. The soft memory fading away from your mind as you shrug. The itch to reach for another cig was becoming too strong.

“Nothing. How’d you even know I was up here?”

“I saw you pouting like Peter Parker when Kate and I make fun of him, so I followed you up here,” she shrugs, “So do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really," you say pulling at the loose thread from the rips in your jeans.

She scoffs, “Let me rephrase that question, do you not want to talk to me about it because it’s about Wanda?”

“Yelena don’t-“

“No Y/N. Look, whatever you and Wanda had going on, it needs to stop,” your younger sister scolds.

You stand up abruptly, rubbing your face with your hands, “Don’t you think I know that? You’ve already lectured me once and I’ve kept my distance from her since then. I am trying my best! Now please, just leave me here to sulk, I’ll be fine just like I always am.”

She throws the pack of cigarettes that you didn’t even know fell out of your pocket. Some of them rolling onto the ground, “You told me you quit these too! You don’t think I could smell the smoke off of you right now? I may be your little sister, but I am not stupid. So if you were lying about these, how do I know you’re really lying about stopping things with Wanda?”

She opens the balcony door about to walk in, but she stops just as she enters the frame, “You’re supposed to be the older sister, right?” She looks at you intently like she’s waiting for an answer and you just nod. “So fucking act like it.”

Yelena slams the door shut. You collapse onto the patio chair, dropping your face into your hands as you let out a shaky breath. Your shaky hands reached for the pack of cigarettes on the floor, neatly placing it in a box, but keeping one of them out, lighting it as it rests in between your lips.

How did everything get so fucked up?

“I’m not this type of girl,” Wanda whispers in the middle of the night. You and your sisters had your closest friends over for a small party. Everyone else seemed to have passed out from Yelena’s drinking games. But both you and Wanda were fighting dreamland and instead giving into your fantasies.

The spring breeze rippled through the two of you as you stood out on your apartment balcony. “What do you mean?”

She shrugs, leaning in a bit closer, “I don’t sneak around in the middle of the night and secretly hope that my girlfriend's sister is awake. I don’t hug someone for longer than what is deemed friendly in a stranger’s eyes. I don’t immediately look at someone who’s not my girlfriend after anyone tells a joke just to see their smile,” she says, as the two of you just continue to get lost into each other’s eyes.

You start shrinking under her gaze, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in your hoodie pocket. You were about to light it when Wanda grabbed the lighter and the rest of the pack that you held in your hand. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into her beautiful green eyes, “You once told me a month ago that you felt like you had no one who cared enough to tell you to stop smoking when you first started. So, I’m telling you right now that I care about you and I don’t want you to kill yourself with these stupid sticks.”

A shy smile curled onto your face, as you let her throw your pack into the trash can. “I’m not that kind of girl either, but as I’m staring into those goddamn eyes of yours all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.” You quip back, ignoring the guilt induced thoughts that are trying to betray what your heart is screaming at.

She snorted at your response, a mischievous smile on her face. The pad of Wanda’s thumb gently traces over your lips and your body freezes. Her hands hesitantly move from your lips to your cheeks, as she stares into your eyes begging for approval. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her lips, and the brunette immediately returned the kiss gently.

You place your hands on her chest, pressing harder against her lips. She smiles to herself as she places her hand on your waist. Your kisses become more passionate as your tongue battles for dominance. Her hands on your hips pulled you closer and your cold hands quickly slid under your shirt.

As she ran out of breath, she decided to slide down to her neck, leaving sloppy kisses. You let out a small moan in pleasure, “Wanda?” She hums in response, slightly nipping your neck, “Do you want to take this to my room?”

“Please,” she mumbled against your neck.

When it was over, the two of you lay next to each other. The pants of your breathing filled your bedroom. Your bare chests moving in perfect rhythm to your shared heartbeat. The beautiful brunette shifts her body towards you, looking at you with droopy eyes and tired smile.

“Hi,” Wanda whispered shyly.

“Hi,” you said, charmed.

She grabs your fingers and plays with them, weaving her own fingers between them, bringing your hand up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss against it. Your hands trace figures along your hip. Her gentle hand brushes away a stray piece of hair that fell across your face, as she tucked it into place.

“I have always wanted you,” she whispers, “It’s always been you.”

What should’ve been the last time turned into a past time. Two best friends breaking away from a party started innocently. Gossiping in the bathrooms quickly turned into heated makeout sessions. A breather on the balcony away from your drunken peers turned into deep conversations with her head tucked into the crook of your neck as you hold onto each other.

That one tiny spark that the two of you wouldn’t put out was slowly coming to the end of the cigarette. The cigarette stick was nothing, but a nub as it was about to disintegrate into thin air.

At first it was fun, making a million excuses just to have a simple moment alone. Until, the need for something more came to be and the realization of what the two of you had done seeped into your bloodstream like some sort of drug. A drug that you couldn’t kick. You had stopped smoking for her, but she was this new drug that you were terribly addicted to.

Wanda’s head rested on the top of your chest, as your arms wrapped securely around her. From the curtains of your window, you could see the sun start to slowly rise, and the soft snores from her mouth filled the room.

You kiss the top of her head gently, “Wands,” you whispered in her ear, scratching her back. A soft hum escaped her lips as she stirred in your arms, “The sun’s coming up, you should sneak out before Yelena wakes up.”

“Just a few more minutes,” she whispers, nuzzling deeper into your neck.

“We don’t have a few more minutes, darling,” you respond with a soft smile on your face. She lets out a soft groan before lifting herself off of you. Wanda sat up, pulling your oversized t-shirt over her, and a pair of shorts. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her tired eyes were one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. “You’re a work of art, Wanda Maximoff.”

She snorted, “That was lame,” she mumbled, leaning down to kiss you. Her lips slightly chapped, but you didn’t care, you just loved the feeling of her lips on yours. “I’ll see you at the party tomorrow night, where we are going to go through with our plan and tell Natasha together, right?”

Even though her eyes were still droopy, she looked at you intently, “Right,” you mumbled against her lips, pressing another kiss to them.

“Y/N, I need you to promise me this time. Every time we’ve made a plan to tell her the truth, you’ve backed out. We can’t keep lying to her like this. I want to be with you the right way. So, please…for me?” she whispered to you.

You let out a sigh, pressing a kiss to her forehead, before touching them together, “I promise.”

“I love you,” she whispered into the thin air.

“I love you. I have loved you, well…definitely longer than I should have. We’ll tell her tonight and we’ll face the consequences together. I promise,” A wide smile crosses her face and how you so desperately wish you could hold onto that smile forever. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling herself closer to you as she kisses you with so much love, you don’t know how your heart hasn’t exploded. “Now, you should probably get going before Lena wakes up. C’mon pretty girl, I’ll walk you out,” you whisper to her, kissing her quickly.

The two of you reach your apartment door, kissing her once more before asking her to text you when she gets home. You were about to stumble back to bed, desperate for some shut eye, when you bumped into a figure. Your eyes flickered onto your little sister.

“What are you doing up so early?” She questions.

“I needed some water, so I just chugged a glass,” you lied. “Why are you up so early?”

“I promised Kate that I would go on a morning run with her, Peter, and Lucky this morning,” she answered, staring at you intently.

You give her a tight lipped smile, “Well, I uh hope you have fun. I’ll see you when you get-“

“Are you sure you were just grabbing some water? Because from what I saw from here, you were just walking Wanda out of the apartment. She was wearing one of your shirts, which I thought was fishy. But I just thought that maybe she just spent the night. I don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me, but that’s cool. I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I didn't want to jump to conclusions. But all of that benefit of the doubt bullshit I told myself flew out my head when I saw you kiss her goodbye. What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Lena, look-“

“How long?” She interrogated you and your eyes drift down to your hands as you fiddled with them. Your little sister looked down to meet your gaze, forcing you to look her in the eyes, “How long, Y/N?”

“For the last three months, but we’re planning to tell her the truth tomorrow night at Stark’s party.”

“I need you to listen to me very carefully, Y/N. Nat has sacrificed everything for us! Everything! She declined her top college on the west coast to stay home and take care of us. She took crappy jobs that she didn’t want just to make ends meet when she was just 18 years old! She wasn’t like you. She didn’t throw away her volleyball scholarships. She gave them up. She sacrificed and lost everything! For me,” she took a dangerous step closer to you, pushing her finger into your chest. “And you! Natasha wanted us to have the best life that mom had always promised us, even if that meant putting her life on hold. And this is how you’re going to repay her for that? You're going to repay her by sneaking around with her girlfriend?!”

“That is not fair, Lena!” you scold her.

She scoffs, “Not fair? Do you know what’s not fair, Y/N? The money she saved in her savings account all throughout high school quickly drained, because she had to bail you out of jail more than once. You were lucky that Steve’s dad was the sheriff so it never touched a sliver of your record, but Nat still had to pay the fines. It’s not fair that when I was a sophomore in high school, I couldn’t go to any football games or dances because I had to grow up and cover all of your shifts while you were off getting shit faced somewhere else!”

“My mom died-“ you were about to argue.

“So did ours, Y/N!” she screamed at you. “Yet, Natasha and I were picking up the pieces and you kept destroying everything in sight. So, I want you to think about this when you and Wanda tell Natasha all about your relationship tomorrow night, she has given everything she loves up for you and me. Wanda is just going to be one more thing she loses because of you.”

The two of you stayed there in a tense silence, just staring at one another with tear filled eyes. Until the front door swung open. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as your older sister wheeled in her suitcase from her latest business trip.

A low whistle left her lips as she saw the standoff between the two of you, “Is everything okay?”

Yelena was first to break her gaze, forcing a smile on her face, something she has gotten far too good at. “Yeah, welcome home, sestra. I’m about to head out to go on a morning run with Kate and Peter, I'll see you guys later.”

“What was that about?” Nat asked as your younger sister left.

You shrug, “No idea,” you clear your throat, subtly wiping away at your eyes while she starts brewing some coffee. “How was the trip?”

The balcony door creaked open as you lit another cigarette. “Detka? What are you doing?” Wanda’s voice filled the thick air, grabbing the cigarette from your lips and throwing it out. “You haven’t smoked for the last three months, when’d you even get a pack? What happened?”

Your eyes were bloodshot from holding back the tears that you were so desperately trying to keep in. You know what has to happen.

The drug that is Wanda Maximoff gave you such a high. You were so addicted to the illusions of the love between you and her. A love that never was and never will be. The worst part about any addiction is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions that leaving them behind is like killing a part of you that taught you how to survive. And all that’s left of you is pain and misery.

“Y/N, why have you been avoiding me?” Wanda questions, her voice shaking just a little bit.

You shrug, “You seem a little preoccupied. I didn’t want to intrude,” you look out at the skyline, desperately avoiding her gaze.

“Oh okay. So this has nothing to do with what we’re going to tell Nat tonight?”

You shook your head, “There’s nothing to tell. There’s nothing going on between us, Wanda. There can’t be anything going on,” you look at her, the tears that you were trying to hold back were falling like droplets of rain against your car window. “You’re my best friend and you’re my sister’s girlfriend. That’s all.”

“You’re not just my best friend, Y/N, and you know it. You can’t pretend like we never happened because it did, it happened. And I don’t regret it, not one bit. I am in love with you, Y/N, and I know what we did wasn’t right, but I can’t help but love you,” she explains to you, trying to wrap her arms around you, but you shake your head once more as you step away from her.

“This can’t happen. We need to pretend like none of this happened-“ you begged her. You didn’t want to make this harder than it needed to be.

“We have been sneaking around for months! Even if she doesn’t know it, we have already hurt her! If we tell her together, we are doing right by Natasha. She’s going to be heartbroken and angry, but she’s going to realize one day that this was the right thing to do. She deserves better than someone who’s in love with her sister.”

There was a silence that followed, as you just continued to stare at her speechless, “I can’t-“ your voice breaks, as you look down at your hands.

Wanda’s arms wrapped around your waist and you weren’t fighting it anymore. She placed her forehead against yours, her voice pleading, “I’ll fix it please, I’ll do anything. We don’t have to tell Nat until you’re ready, just please don’t do this.”

“You can’t fix this, Wands. The only person who can fix this is me. You’re right, Nat deserves better, and after all the shit I put her through the last five years, I'm going to give that to her. I’m going to be the sister she should’ve had by her side when our mom died. So that means letting you go,” you whispered, biting your lip to stop the sobs that are trying to escape. “You deserve better than me anyway, Wands. Someone like my sister,”

You kiss her forehead, before pulling away from her embrace, “I’m sorry,” you whisper to her.

You avoided her tear stained cheeks and glossy eyes, as you continued to sit out and stare at the city before you. You destroyed everything in sight, but this time you were going to be the one to pick up all the pieces. Suddenly, her gaze wasn’t on you anymore and the balcony door was being slammed shut.

Your eyes drift to the voices at the front of the house, “Wanda, what happened?” Nat’s voice rings in your ear and you can see them from where you’re sitting.

“Nothing, it was just too crowded and everything was too overwhelming. I think I just need to go home,” she says and you hate how her tears are because of you. Your older sister wrapped her strong arms around the distressed girl, holding her tighter.

Fishing out your pack, you lit the small cigarette, enjoying the way it made your head feel. Wanda’s eyes flickered up towards the balcony, noticing the smoke emitting off of it. You let out a sigh, staring at the girl in front of you. All that the two of you were was all you were ever going to be because she always had someone waiting at home.

“C’mon, let’s go home,” Nat whispered to her, intertwining their fingers together, and leading her to the car.

Nicotine doesn't taste the same as Wanda did, but it’ll have to do.

#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #a mediocre 2k party

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Hi, congrats are in order, i was hoping to request something for your Mediocre 2k party. May I use the prompt

“call me on your way home, don’t matter the time” - (on your way home, patrick droney)

Could I request it as a fluff wanda x pregnant!reader please where she's coming back from a mission and just needs to hear her wife's voice even tho its super late. And during while she's asking how her and their daughter is doing (first time parents) she asks yn to put the phone to her stomach so wanda could talk to the baby, bonus if their daughter kicks as wanda is talking to her.

Please and thank you, :D

on your way home [wanda maximoff]

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: slight mention of death and violence

mediocre author's note: hey! thank you so much! and thank you, you've been one of my friends for a long time now, so thank you for always supporting me and all my works. it means a lot. i hope this does your request justice!

*not my gif*

The soft sound of your phone buzzing on your bedside table snapped you out of the author’s words. It was late, almost three in the morning, but tonight was one of those nights where being six months pregnant was the cause of your insomnia. And with Wanda not by your side, it didn’t make dozing off into dreamland any easier. You smiled softly as Wanda’s goofy smile flashed on your phone screen.

“Hey Y/N.”

She sounded exhausted. Wanda wiped her tears aways quickly, even though you couldn’t see them, you could tell she had been crying, “You okay?”

She was shipped off to Budapest for about a week now with Steve and Natasha. Day in and day out they fight multiple threats to the planet, even seeing the worst possible things imaginable. Yet, this one shook her to the core. She watched as Hydra agents kidnapped their target’s wife, a woman who had no idea her husband had been selling illegal weapons, who was also pregnant. They were too late to save her. She was shot to death before they had even arrived. The mission wasn’t a total fail, they’d managed to find the husband and put him under SHIELD protection, as they gathered information from him.

Yet, Wanda still felt nauseous, needing some air and some space from Steve and Natasha. All she thought about was you. Her line of work was dangerous, she knew it, and you knew it too. Despite easing her insecurities, she still couldn’t help but feel like you’d never get to live a normal life with her in your life. You were just a teacher, only to have gotten lucky to meet her and the rest of the team when you were invited to one of Tony Stark’s parties by your best friend Laura Barton. You shouldn’t be getting caught up in all of this.

She couldn’t stop the tears from falling, nor shake the thought of the woman's lifeless body. Her cruel imagination, replacing her face with yours, as she imagined you and your unborn daughter dead on an abandoned warehouse floor. That’s how her fingers ended up hitting your contact as soon as she stepped onto the quinjet, not even thinking about how late it must be at home.

“No, yeah I’m fine. I just uh I needed to hear your voice,” Wanda whispered, placing her head in her hands.

You smiled to yourself, shaking your head, “You’re a terrible liar, my love,” Wanda lets out a sad chuckle, sniffling back the rest of her tears. “Rough mission?”

“Yeah, very rough. Is it okay if we don’t talk about it right now?” She asked.

The two of you would always talk about her mission when she’d come back home. It was an unspoken promise that the two of you shared together.

It all started right after the infamous mission in Lagos. The two of you were dating for almost a year at that point. You hadn’t heard from her for days, despite the countless texts and phone calls you shot her. You saw what had happened, of course you did, it was sprayed all over the news, but that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered was that she was okay. You knew she wasn't and your assumptions were only confirmed when Clint called you asking to come to the tower. He said she wasn’t eating or sleeping. She wouldn’t talk to anyone, and apparently, no amount of wise words from Steve or sitcom marathons with Natasha could help her.

You sped to the tower as fast as you could, Clint leading you as quickly as possible to her room. Bursting the door open, you saw her figure buried deep in blankets and dark circles around her eyes as she stared at the now open door.

“Wanda-“

Without saying another word, she shot out of bed and wrapped her arms tightly around you. Her head nuzzled into your neck and within seconds, tears fell onto your neck as she sobbed in your arms.

“It’s okay now. Everything’s okay,” you tightened your arms around her, soothing her as she cried.

When her cries turned into soft sniffles, you pulled away from the hug, wiping the stray tears that were falling from her beautiful green eyes. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? You can call me anytime you’re on your way home from a mission. It doesn’t matter the time. Or whenever you’re feeling low, or wanna just say ‘hi’. Tell me about anything, okay? I'm always here, Wands.”

“What if my mind is just a mess? Sometimes I feel like I should just run away and hide from everyone. You don’t deserve this.” She confesses, pulling her head down in shame.

You tilt her chin up, smiling at her softly, “Darling, call me always, especially when your mind is a mess. I always wonder if you’re safe and sound. If you need me, I’ll be around. Just always call me. You’re never alone.”

From that day forward, she always called you, and you always answered. You knew that if she didn’t talk about what happened, it would eventually kill her from the inside out. She shouldn’t have to hold the weight alone. And you made sure she always knew that.

“Of course, darling. What did you wanna talk about?” You asked, closing your book, and giving her your full attention.

Wanda didn’t know. Honestly, she didn’t really care what you talked about. She thought you were goodness in its pure form. The light she never knew she needed. And she wanted some light, some goodness, after what she had just witnessed.

“How are my favorite girls doing?” She asked, smiling to herself.

“She’s doing great. However, I think she’s a little troublemaker like you, she never lets me sleep,” you chuckled into the phone, causing her smile to widen. “Seriously, pregnancy insomnia is no joke and having my favorite person here isn’t helping either.”

“I’m on my way home, detka. I will be with you real soon. I’ll run you a bath and cook you some of your favorite foods,” Wanda promised.

“Darling! I’m supposed to be taking care of you, especially since you had a rough case and have been gone for over a week,” you explained to her.

She shook her head, even though you couldn’t see her on the other line, “My beautiful beautiful wife, you should know that I will always spoil you no matter what happened throughout the day.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“No Y/N, you are too good for me. I’m only trying to get you to stay with me,” she joked, causing both of you to laugh.

A melodic sound filled Wanda’s ears, as the light and goodness overcame the dark. It was what she needed. You were exactly what she needed. You were always exactly what she needed. “Hey detka?” she asks, as you hum in response. “Do you think you could put me on speaker next to your belly?”

A wide smile crossed your face, as you placed the phone on speaker, holding it next to your little baby bump, “You’re on speaker.”

“Hi baby girl,” Wanda says and you didn’t think your smile could widen larger than it already was. “I need you to let your mama rest, sweet girl. I am the only person who could keep her up all night long, and unlike you it actually pleasures her,” she teases, causing your face to flush.

“Wanda! She’s not even born yet and you’re already making these jokes to her!” You exclaimed through fits of laughter, causing Wanda to break out into her own fit. Steve and Natasha look back at where she was sitting, smiling to themselves softly at her change in mood.

“I’m just saying, if we were to have a competition, I’d win for sure,” the two of you laugh again, finally dying down when Wanda speaks up again. “But seriously, I think your mama deserves some sleep, don’t you think?”

A soft little fluttery feeling moved around in your stomach. With eyebrows furrow you place a hand on your belly, a soft gasp falls from your lips, as she kicks. “Darling, our sweet girl kicked!” You exclaimed.

“What?! No way!”

“Yes she did! For the very first time to your voice, Wands,” a soft smile grazes over the red head’s features. “She is going to be so in love with you.”

“And I am going to love her endlessly, just like how I love you, detka,” Wanda whispers and you feel the baby kick once again. “Try and get some rest, okay? I love you, both of you.”

“I love you. Call me when you land?”

“Always.”

#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #a mediocre 2k party

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love quinn x fem!reader where reader celebrates valentine’s day with love like she baked and prepared dinner just like love had taught her before and reader paid attention to make this day special for her. everything is a surprise btw but as we know love she was starting to freak out a bit thinking reader is being distant and secretive but all turned out well. anyways lots of fluff 💖

-🎈

banana pancakes [love quinn]

love quinn x fem!reader

warnings: a few curse words

mediocre author's note: hey guys! happy belated valentine's day, hope it was full of love in all different forms. love you guys!

Your location was off…why was your location off? Your location was never off. Love swiped out the app, only to re enter it seconds later. It had to be some kind of tech issue right? Your location wasn’t actually off…right? Wrong. Sure enough your location was still off.

Love let out a huff, as she shut off her phone, throwing it onto the metal counter in the kitchen of Anavrin. The brunette closed her eyes, resting her head on the cool metal door of the fridge, as she took deep breaths. ‘I trust her’ she repeats to herself over and over in her head, like a troubled school child writing ‘I’m sorry’ on their paper repeatedly. It was odd to her. It was Valentine’s Day, the day of love, and you were completely ignoring her. Only sending a ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ text to start off her morning.

Everything seemed fine then, so what changed?

You were stressed, like really stressed. It was your first actual Valentine’s Day with someone you truly love. You wanted to make something perfect for the first time. The only problem? You can’t cook to save your life, despite Love teaching you her favorite recipes.

“Oh for fucks sake!” You yell, opening your apartment door to let all the smoke out of your house before you set off the fire alarm. You take a deep breath, resting your head against the cool metal rail, as you try to get your shit together. This needs to be perfect. Everything needs to be perfect.

Your head snaps up, as someone’s voice calls your attention. “Hey Gordon Ramsey, I see cooking is going super well for you. A solid five Michelin Stars!” your sometimes favorite 15 year old teases from right next to you.

“Not now, Ellie. I keep fucking up the recipe and Love gets off work in like 3 hours and nothing is ready,” you vent to the brunette, as you begin to pace the small pathway between apartments.

She rolls her eyes at you, “Dude, chill out. You’re stressing out about this way too much.”

“I’m sorry, I just want everything to be perfect.”

“And that’s the problem,” she shows herself into your apartment.

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Sure Ellie, you can come in,” you say before mocking her voice. “Oh gee thanks Y/N. You’re the best.”

You follow in after her, a fearful expression on her face as she looks at the steak you attempted to cook. The entire piece burnt to a crisp, she cuts into it, nibbling a tiny piece out of the corner. Her mouth immediately opens, dropping the tiny piece onto the dirty counter. “I didn’t think anyone could be this bad at cooking,” she admits, grabbing a glass of water to wash down the taste. “Like, I actually think you used sugar to season the steak and not salt.”

“Ellie, if you’re just gonna sit here and tell me how shit I am, you can just leave. I already know all of that,” you swing the front door open, gesturing for her to leave.

“Oh stop that ‘poor me’ bullshit,” she tells you, causing your eyebrows to furrow at her sudden tone. “This is why nothing is working out. You’re trying to be perfect. It doesn’t have to be perfect. For some odd reason that I don’t understand, Love is madly in love with you, and no amount of shit steak can change that. So shut the fuck up and just stop trying so hard!”

Then it all clicks in your head. One of your first dates, she mentioned the simplicity, yet perfect bite of roasted chicken. Nothing too extravagant or special, but a dish that is strong with flavor, yet still feels like it's made by someone who cares. You snap your fingers together, “That’s it, Ellie! You’re a genius! C’mon, we gotta stop at the store!”

“We?”

You smile at her, a cockiness written all over it, “Yes we, you just got hired to be my sous chef,” you grabbed your keys, immediately ushering her out of the apartment, and to your car.

“Oh fuck me,” she mumbled.

Cooking for Love was supposed to be therapeutic, a way to ease her mind. Unfortunately, for the vegetables she’s cutting right now, it means that they’re receiving a brutal chop. Especially since you left her text message on read, asking what your plans were for tonight.

A low whistle fills the kitchen as Forty walks in, eyeing his twin, “What did those poor poor celeries do to you?” She shot him a glare without another response, causing him to nod, “Don’t want to talk about it, got it. Let’s talk about something else then. What did Y/N get you for Valentine’s Day? I know she’s got her gift-giving science down to perfection. I told her multiple times to start a business doing that, I’d invest in it, she would make some serious money! I mean can you imagine all the lousy excuses for husbands going to her to buy a gift for their-”

Forty was abruptly cut off when Love’s knife slammed down onto the metal counter. His eyes wide as he stared at his fuming sister, “It’s 8, I’m off now. I’ll see you later,” she responded in a monotone voice, storming out towards her car with one destination in mind. Your apartment. Whether you were home or not, she’ll let herself in and wait for her, so you could explain yourself to her.

“God, I hate that you dragged me into this,” Ellie speaks up, through the soft music playing from your speaker. She wiped down the counter, as you set the table with cheesy decorations.

You shrugged, smirking at her, “If I remember correctly, you butt in yourself. I think it was something about a five Michelin Star rating?”

She was about to retort when your front door burst open and a seething Love stepped foot into your apartment. You and Ellie stood there wide eyed, not quite sure what happened to make the sometimes intimidating brunette mad. The two of you were bracing yourself for the burst of anger, but it never came. The girl’s frown slowly turned upward into a soft smile.

“Surprise?” You said, smiling sheepishly at her. You interlock your fingers together, guiding her to her seat at the table. “I made some roasted chicken, and I know you could tell a lot about a chef by their roasted chicken. I just want to say, my roasted chicken will probably tell you I’m a shit chef. But uh, I tried to follow it exactly like you make it, with the potatoes and carrots and reduction, whatever that is. You’ve made it a few times, so I tried to copy from memory.”

Love smiled softly, as you pulled out her chair. “I was trying to make everything perfect, you know? I mean I even turned off my location to go to your favorite donut shop, but they were sold within like ten minutes of opening, and as soon as I got to the front of the line they were closing. So, that threw out the idea of surprising you at work. I almost set fire to my apartment a few times. But I think it turned out okay,” you drift over towards the kitchen, nervously rambling, as you pull out a small little plate of banana pancakes. “I know these aren’t super fancy pastries that you usually bake, but I remember you telling me that you and Forty would make these all the time when your mom was on this no sugar kick. You said it used to be your favorite breakfast and dessert when your were younger, so-”

You’re immediately cut off when Love grabs the hem of your shirt, attaching her lips deeply onto yours. Your hands fly to the back of her neck, fingers lacing into her hair.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Ellie says, blowing her cheeks up to mock the vomit. The two of you back away from each other, chuckling.

You let go of Love, walking over towards the kitchen to find a few small plastic containers. You start packing some food into the containers, before handing it to Ellie, “Thank you my sous chef. It was lovely working with you,” you chuckle as she rolls her eyes, trying to fight off a small smile on her face. “I packed enough for both you and Deliliah. Thank you again, really.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get all sappy on me, Chef Ramsey,” she takes the containers from you gratefully, as she bids a goodnight to Love.

“I love you Ellie!” You exclaim before she leaves. She raises her middle finger towards you without another response. You turn back to Love with a wide smile, “That means she loves me.”

Love chuckles, shaking her head, at your goofy antics with the young girl. “Sure it does,” a fake pout crosses your face as you stand in front of her with your arms crossed. Her hands find your waist pulling you to sit in her lap, “It’s okay though because I love you. Very very much…this was really thoughtful of you Y/N, really.”

You smile softly, kissing her gently, “I love you more,” you cut a piece of the chicken, giving her a piece with skin, potatoes, carrots, and dipped into the reduction. Just like how she would always tell you to eat it, “Here, try.”

You watched in her anticipation, biting your bottom lip. Her eyes were neutral as she chewed on what she usually calls the perfect bite.

“So?” You ask as she finishes chewing.

A wide smile spreads across her face, nodding, “It’s perfect. You are perfect.”

#you imagines #love quinn x reader #love quinn imagines #love quinn x fem!reader #🎈 anon

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a mediocre 2k party!!

2031 FRIENDS!! Y’ALL ARE AMAZING! If you want to participate in this little party, i have a variety of prompts based off lyrics from my favorite songs for you to choose from. you could choose one of the prompts and create a scenario out of it or just have me quote it in the blurb, up to you! also lmk if you want angst, fluff, or nsfw. when you request through my inbox please note that it is for the mediocre 2k party and what character you would like it to be written for. for those of you don’t know these are the characters i am currently writing for: criminal minds: jennifer jareau, emily prentiss, euphoria: cassie howard, lexi howard, maddy perez, mcu: kate bishop, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, you: love quinn, guinevere beck

prompt lists:

“but all the we are is all that we’ll ever be, cause he’s the one waiting at home” - (smoke slow, joshua bassett)

“i’ll be fine for tonight with you by my side, but don’t you know you’re my lifeline) - (lifeline, joshua bassett)

“something keeps me holding on to nothing” - (haunted, taylor swift)

“when i told you ‘i’m fine’, you were lied to” - (mess it up, gracie abrams)

“i’ll be your summer sun forever” - (forever winter, taylor swift)

“nothing to say, when everything gets in the way” - (as it was, harry styles)

“i know heaven’s a thing, i go there when you touch me” - (false god, taylor swift)

“you’re a crisis of my faith” - (would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, taylor swift)

“but you had no problem leaving, now i’m the one to feel it” - (friend, gracie abrams)

“i still love you, i promise” - (i miss you, i’m sorry, gracie abrams)

“please don’t ever become a stranger, whose laugh i could recognize anywhere” - (new year’s day, taylor swift)

“i once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden” - (daylight, taylor swift)

“and i need you sometimes, we’ll be alright” - (feels like, gracie abrams)

“i miss the shape of your lips” - (to be so lonely, harry styles)

“from strangers to lovers to enemies” - (in the kitchen, renne rapp)

“so i’ll leave before you go, cause there’s no tears when its my fault” - (let the grass grow, ruel)

“she could be perfect, but the problem is, she’ll never be you) - (somebody’s nobody, alexander 23)

“call me on your way home, don’t matter the time” - (on your way home, patrick droney)

“sacred new beginnings that became my religion” - (cornelia street, taylor swift)

“guess i’d die to keep your eyes on me” - (reckless driving, lizzy mcalpine)

“did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room” - (question, taylor swift)

“hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you” - (keep driving, harry styles)

“i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out, there’s just one who could make me stay” - (you’re on your own kid, taylor swift)

“there’s many different way that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough” - (high infidelity, taylor swift)

“london is lonely without you” - (london is lonely, holly humberstone)

“all our best years are behind, what a brutal way to die” - (where do we go now?, gracie abrams)

“i’m not worried about where you are, or who you go home to, i’m just thinking about you” (little freak, harry styles)

“and i wake with your memory over me” (maroon, taylor swift)

“i’m sure that i would like her, if i were slightly nicer” - (rockland, gracie abrams)

“and i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have, but did not lose” - (stick season, noah kahan

#a mediocre 2k party #mediocre writer

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a mediocre celebration: 2k

GUYS! i leave for a few weeks and come back to this! you guys are amazing, we now have 2,031 friends! that’s amazing! so before we get into what we’re doing as a celebration for 2k friends, i’m gonna touch on a few things.

1) i am now going through my inbox and fulfilling requests that have been there for over a year. i’m sorry that it’s taking me so long, but around that time that most of these requests were coming in my grandma passed away, and that’s why i was away for such a long time. so, some of my requests that i’ll be posting are from the 1.5k celebration which is ironic. but i am getting to your requests i promise.

2) i will not be fulfilling all of the requests in my inbox. my blog has many characters that i write for, but sometimes i lose motivation to write for certain characters as interests change. that does not mean that i’ll stop writing for them forever, sometimes i get a punch of motivation as i rewatch and fun things like that. so right here i’ll include what characters/fandoms i do write for now as well as update my request guideline: criminal minds (jennifer jareau, emily prentiss) euphoria (cassie howard, lexi howard, maddy perez), marvel (kate bishop, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff), you (love quinn, guinevere beck) i hope you guys understand and i’m sorry to everyone i’ve disappointed because i will not be fulfilling your request

3) IN HONOR of the mediocre celebration of 2k, we’re gonna do something a little similar to the last celebration and i’ll give you some prompts and write that for you.

and as always thank you guys so much for everything. for still being around even after a long hiatus, i appreciate all of you. spreading love to you forever and always!

#mediocre writer

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hey y’all! with the first part of you season 4 coming out, i’ll be writing for love quinn again, so please send in some requests!

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the remembering [wanda maximoff]

summary: as your trip back to westiview is slowly coming to an end, there’s only one thing left to do? fight or walk away; part 6 of ‘tis the damn season

warnings: drinking, guilt, swear words? i actually don’t know if i put any swear words in this chapter, but i think that’s all

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

author’s note: part 6 is here! part 7 is more of an epilogue, so that’ll come out to wrap up this lovely series. thank you guys again for all the love, much love <3

The brisk Christmas wind flushed against your face, causing your nose to turn as red as Rudolph’s. You sat on the snow cladded ground, criss crossed, right in front of your dad’s headstone. Your thumb grazed over his name and you let out a shaky breath.

“Hi Dad.” You whispered. You sat there in silence just staring at his headstone, when you heard boots crunch against the snow and you felt them sit down next to you. “You know, I haven’t been here since he died.”

“I know, sweetie.” Your mom whispered.

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

She smiled at you sadly, gripping onto your hand, “Despite how much it annoyed me, whenever you needed someone to talk to or some advice you’d always go to your dad. Even though I was right there and he was never good with words,” she teased, causing a soft sniffled chuckle to fall from your lips. “So, I just thought that whatever made you run out of the house, like a mad man, meant you may have needed a little advice from your dad.”

“I just wish he could talk back right now,” you told her, playing with the snow. “I wish he was here to tell me what to do. I wish he could tell me how to fix what I broke, how to get back the one person who has been there for me through everything.”

“I think he’d tell you to fight, sweetheart. Dad would’ve done anything for me and you, he kept that promise to the very end, remember?” She asked and you nodded, your eyes stinging with tears. “He’d want you to do the same for Wanda.”

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” your voice cracked, as you picked the grass from off the ground. “I couldn’t come back here. First Dad died, and then everything between me and Wanda happened, and it all became too much. Everything here reminded me of everything I lost. And it was selfish of me,” you cried out, as your mom wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. “I was so selfish. I didn’t realize how much it hurt you and everyone else when I never came back home. You lost me and Dad in the span of two years, all because I was too much of a coward to face what I had done. ”

“Sweetie,” your mom squeezes you tighter, as your eyes lift up to look at her. Her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I forgive you, okay? Everyone forgives you. The stuff you went through, the blame you put onto yourself from your dad’s death to what happened with Wanda, the person you hurt the most was yourself. And you need to forgive yourself. It wasn’t your fault what happened to Dad. You made a mistake with Wanda, you realized that, and now you need to forgive yourself. That’s another thing Dad would tell you if he was here right now.”

You rub your tears off with your sweatshirt covered arms and you smell at her softly before nodding. The two of you sit there in a comfortable silence before a clearing of the throat interrupts it. The auburn haired girl smiled sadly. “Y/N, do you mind coming with me on a little drive? There’s something I want to show you.” You froze, thinking back to all the people at your house, waiting for you to come back for Christmas dinner. “Don’t worry about being a good host. After you left, Jarvis stormed out, and Pietro asked everyone if they wanted to go to the bar for a drink. Seemed like the party was over.” Nodding, you followed her, saying a quick goodbye to your mom. You’d follow her wherever she went.

The car ride is quiet, besides the sounds of music filling the car. You watch the snow fall gently from the sky. The minimal town lights allow the stars to shine brighter than they ever did back in New York. Only then do you truly realize how much you’ve missed this place. How beautiful this place truly is. You don’t know how you ever ran away from this place.

You were so enamored by the small town, you didn’t even realize the car had come to a stop and Wanda’s voice filled the empty silence. “This is a project I’m working on. It’s nearly finished, but I just thought I’d show you. It’s the one piece I’m truly proud of.”

She exits the car and before you could follow her out, your passenger door swings open, as Wanda holds it open for you. You mumble a thank you to the beautiful girl, and follow her out of the car. You look out at the house in front of you and you are in awe of all its beauty. The front of the house has stone columns contrasting with dark wood elements. The porch littered with rocking chairs and small coffee tables between each one.

You follow after Wanda, taking in the beautiful exterior of the house, as she puts a pin into the door to let the two of you in. Flicking on the lights, you felt like a kid in the candy shop. The white furniture and walls matched perfectly with the rustic look of the dark stained wood floors and decorations. Just when you couldn’t be more in love with the house, she guided you into the kitchen. A two tone kitchen with white marble countertops and backsplashes with beautiful green cabinets.

For the first time since you visited the house, Wanda speaks up, “When I started fixing up this house, there was no inspiration. I just laid out some designs for the exterior and then the interior, I just followed my heart. I didn’t realize what I was building until I looked back at the kitchen and the cabinets were green. A two story house with a front porch to enjoy the snowy mornings, a kitchen with forest green cabinets, and a backyard big enough for our kids to play in.”

“Our dream home,” you whisper, looking around the kitchen in awe. “Are you going to live here?”

She shoved her hands into her gray coat, shaking her head. “You know, I’ve always wanted to get out here, Y/N. After I graduated, my dad got sick. I stayed here and took care of him with Pietro. Now that he’s gone, well, there’s no point in me staying anymore,” her enticing eyes, staring back at you, and for a second it seems like they’re pleading with you. They’re begging for you to ask her to stay. You drift your eyes downward, “I’m just waiting to hear back from this company in London. Once I hear a yes, I’m out of here, it’s always been my dream, you know? And if I live here until I hear back, I don’t think I will ever leave.”

“Where did you hear about the London company?”

Wanda shrugs, digging her hands deeper into her coat. “Jarvis knows a few people out there and he put in a good word for me.”

“Oh.” Her eyes are still pleading with you, begging you to say something. But this is her dream. Life already pulled a hold on her dream once. Maybe Jarvis is right. He’s her way out of here and who are you to put her dream on hold again? “I hope you get that job Wands. You deserve everything that this world has to offer.” Without another word, you kiss her forehead softly, lingering. And you walk out of the house and take the cool walk home.

The next few days go by in a blink of an eye as your trip slowly comes to an end. You didn’t go out often, only leaving the house to accompany Yelena, Kate, and Peter to Pietro’s bar every so often. You were stuck in the basement with your guitar in your hand, writing down words that you can’t say out loud.

The New Year’s Eve ball was in full swing when the four of you arrived. An event where you have a notoriously bad track record and this year was no different. Jarvis was going to go through with his plan tonight and you weren’t going to stop. You were just gonna sit on the sideline. Wanda deserves the world, you knew that the moment you met her. You just tricked yourself into thinking that you could give it to her.

Kate’s arms were interlocked with Yelena’s, the two of them looking absolutely stunning. Peter walked in step with you, a simple black and white suit hugging his body. And there you were in a Kate Bishop designed outfit. A white turtleneck underneath a lavender pantsuit.

Scott ran over to you as soon as he saw you. “Oh my God. You look stunning!”

“All thanks to me!” Kate flipped her hair over her shoulder.

Scott lifted his hand giving her a high five. “Anyway, Y/N, we need a plan now,” your eyebrows furrowed, looking at him in anticipation. “Jarvis asked me to stop the music later tonight, so he can propose in front of the whole town to Wanda. What do you want me to do? I can mute his microphone and you’ll walk onto the stage and steal it from him, expressing your undying love for Wanda.” He suggests.

You shake your head, smiling at him sadly, “We’re not gonna do anything, Bud. Wanda deserves to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

“But she’s not happy with him, Y/N. She’s happy with you-”

“We’re not going to ruin this for her. She had a proposal ruined for her six, no, now seven years ago at this very ball. Let’s not ruin another one for her.” You squeeze his shoulder, walking away from him, and towards the bar.

That’s where you spent most of the night, sitting and drinking your sorrows away. Occasionally, your friends would join you, trying to get you to go on the dance floor with them. Despite their best efforts, you stayed put, watching Wanda from afar as she wore a scarlet dress that hugged her body in all the right places. A bright smile lingered on her face as she danced around with all of your friends. She didn’t greet you or anything and maybe that was for the best. It would make watching this a whole lot easier.

“You’ve been staring at her all night. Are you going to make a move?” Daisy’s familiar voice rang throughout your ear, as you felt her presence sit on the barstool next to you.

You look at the glass in your hands, shaking your head, “It’s nice to see you, Daisy. But no, that wouldn’t be fair to her, now would it? She’s with Jarvis now and you know, she’s happy with him. He could give her everything she wants in life. It would just be cruel.”

“Jarvis can’t give her everything, Y/N. He can’t give her the one thing she really wants, you,” she says, nudging your shoulder. “And I will tell you right now, despite the materialistic things he’s offering her, nothing can compare to you. I know how you feel about her and I know how she feels about you. I don’t know why I thought I could get in the way of it back then.” She smiles sadly, looking down at her own glass.

You’re about to respond when the music abruptly comes to an end. Jarvis’ tall figure climbs up onto the stage, as a single spotlight from the clock tower shined right upon him, “Wanda, darling? Where are you?” The crowd parts like the red sea to stare at Wanda. You stay frozen on the sideline, nursing your glass. The condensation of the glass dripping onto your hand, like the tears that were about to fall down your face.

“Some people meet their best friends, fall in love, and never let them go, and I think that’s so cliche,” Jarvis’ eyes find yours in the crowd, glancing at you quickly, before looking back at Wanda. “We’re forgetting about a different type of love. The love that you meet later in your life, the one that is stable and allows the other to succeed in more ways deemed possible. Wanda Maximoff, you are my later in life.”

His words echo in your head as Jarvis goes on and on about how he can provide for her, never once mentioning anything about how wonderful she is. You glance over at Peter, who’s already looking at you with a worried glance.

“Fight for her Y/N. Do something.” His words linger in your mind, completely tuning Jarvis out.

You spot Pietro’s platinum hair shining in the crowd, his knuckles white against the beer bottle that he was currently downing, as the speech went on. This isn’t what he wanted for his twin, this is the last thing he wanted. “I just hope she fights harder this time or someone else will.”

It’s not a wedding, but in your head you could practically hear the preacher say, “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You down the rest of your drink, abruptly getting up from your seat. Daisy’s brown eyes widen, staring at you wildly, bringing her voice down to a whisper, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Scott notices you walking towards the side of the stage with a determined look on your face. The alcohol in your system brings you all the courage you need. Without a second thought, he hands you a microphone.

Jarvis’ microphone goes deathly silent. There’s a silence. This is your last chance. You step up on the stage with shaky hands, everyone in the crowd stares at you.

“Don’t marry him, Wanda. Don’t even say yes,” you speak and you could feel the horrified looks from everyone in the town, but your focus was on the beautiful auburn haired girl who stole your heart when you were fourteen years old. “This last week has been one of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I thought you would’ve killed me when you found out I was here, but I should’ve known. You’ve always been so good, Wands. So much better than me and anyone else in this town. My biggest regret seven years ago was walking away and never looking back. I walked away from the only place that I’ve ever called home, and I’m not talking about my house, or Westview, I’m talking about you. You are my home Wanda. I’m never going to walk away from you again.”

You extend your hand up, gesturing for you to come up to the stage with you. Jarvis stands behind you with clenched fists. He’s staring daggers into Scott. All of your friends and your mom smile at you widely, as Wanda comes onto the stage with watery eyes.

You take her hand in yours, smiling at her softly. “Some people meet their best friend, fall in love, and never let them go. My parents’ movie was cut short, your parent’s movie was cut short, and I’m not going to stand by and watch the love of my life create a crappy movie with a guy who does not deserve her. You and me, Wands, we’re going to be different. We’re going to create the greatest film that this town has ever seen. If you allow me the greatest honor and be yours, I will not leave you ever,” you pull a necklace from your pants suit pocket, the necklace she gave you all those years ago. You place it in her hands, “I swear.”

“When I showed you the house I built I was hoping you’d ask me to stay with you, why didn’t you?” She asks.

You shrug, “Your dream was to leave this town, I thought that Jarvis was your ticket out. And I didn’t want to get in the way of your dream,” she chuckles at you, shaking her head, “I know, I’m an idiot.”

“Y/N, leaving Westview was my old dream,” her hands cup your cheeks, caressing them softly, as tears drip onto her cheeks. “That changed when I met you. You were my new dream. You’ve always been my new dream.”

“Swear?”

She lets out a wet chuckle with a wide smile on her face, “I swear.” All the while she doesn't take her eyes off your lips. She pulls you closer and you could feel her warm breath on your lips. At this point you were sure your heart had stopped. Her lips were warm and soft like her voice. The rest of the world seemed to fade away at that point, your hands wrapping around her waist pulling her unbelievably closer.

“Woo! Get it Y/L/N!” Yelena’s voice echoes throughout the shocked crowd.

As the two of you pull away, the crowd roars. Wanda rests her forehead against yours, holding you close. You place your lips against her forehead, “You took Taylor Swift’s Speak Now literally.” She teased, her smile never leaving her face.

You shook your head, “It’s our favorite album for a reason,” you wink at her. The crowd gets even louder as Scott and Pietro start chanting your guys’ names. Suddenly, you dip Wanda, and you didn’t think your smile could get even wider as you heard her beautiful giggles fall from her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she whispers and you press your lips onto hers. Drowning out the crowd and focusing on the girl in your arms.

After seven years, you were truly, finally home.

#wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #'tis the damn season

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mediocre-writerr · 1 year

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okay anon here again and you really did it this time…you really broke my heart with part 5 STUPID TOASTER HEAD you can marry someone who doesn’t love you and if Wanda says yes honestly I’d clsrink till my body can hold anymore then once again join Natasha on cliff jumping

anon!! one of my favorite people on here! i hope you had a great new years! but that is very true, you can marry someone you don’t love…i guess you’ll just have to wait and see! part 6 should be out in the next couple days heheh

#anon ask #‘tis the damn season

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hi there! hope you had a restful holiday season, and can keep resting in the days leading up to the new year. If it's okay to ask, will you consider the love story series? I read it the other day and just super fell in love with it, so I'd love some more if it's possible. No pressure though, as queen Taylor says "life is emotionally abusive" sometimes and would hate to make you feel obligated to continue or anything

hi!! i’ve been reconsidering finishing the love story series! it’s just on a hiatus because i just had no inspiration for it and kind of lost track about where i wanted it to go. i’ve been brainstorming it up, so it’s not impossible, but i don’t have a for sure answer for you yet! thank you for all the love on it tho <3

#secretbackroomsask #love story

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the reeling [wanda maximoff]

summary: with every breaking point comes the reeling, a time where you do anything in your power to feel something, anything. a time where you don’t realize the consequences until its too late. part 5 of ‘tis the damn season

warnings (18+): brief mentions of smut, brief mentions of a panic attack, underage drinking, swear words, mentions of death

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 6

Winter Break - 8 years ago

“What should we get, Wands?” You asked her, nudging her shoulder. She just shrugged as the two of you looked at the stocked vending machine. Your reflections staring back at you, her arm wrapped around yours, as she leaned against you.

“Y/N?” Your mom’s voice startled the both of you as you turned around to face her. A stream of tears ran down her face.

“Mom…” You drew out, “What’s wrong?”

“The doctors were telling me that one of the biggest complications of smoke inhalation is that it puts terrible stress on the lungs, and that means it also messes with the heart. Your dad, sweetie, went into cardiac arrest.” She paused, letting out a shaky breath, and Wanda’s grip on your arm tightened, “He’s gone, Y/N. Your dad passed away.”

You shook your head, “No, we were just here to check out a burn on his arm. You’re lying to me, like is this some trick you and dad made up? Because it’s really fucked up if it is.”

“Y/N, no it’s nothing like that.” You continue to shake your head.

“This really isn’t funny, Mom. I’m gonna go to his room, where I was not even five minutes ago, and I’m gonna see him there.” You told her.

“Y/N.” Wanda’s voice filled your ears as she gripped onto your arm tighter, but you broke yourself free.

You quickly walked away from them and towards your dad’s room, “Dad,” You spoke up, but stopped in the doorway, when you saw his lifeless body lying there, “Dad?” You whispered again, unable to move yourself from where you’re standing.

You tilted your head like a lost puppy before it all started crashing in. Your eyebrows furrowed and lips quivered, you placed a hand over your mouth as you let out a shaky sob, “No, no this isn’t happening.” You whispered to yourself before running to his side, “Dad, Dad. Please wake up, please. You gotta wake up. It’s not funny, Dad! Please!” You begged him.

“Sweetheart,” Your mom whispered, trying to pull you away from him, but you broke free from her grasp.

The tears streaming down your face and onto the hospital bed sheets, “Who am I supposed to talk to now?? What am I supposed to do?!” You asked him, frantically, “You gotta wake up because I can’t do this without.” You sobbed out as you cried against him.

A pair of strong arms wrapped behind you, pulling you away, “Come here, Y/N. It’s okay.” Oleg’s thick accent broke through your cries, as he escorted you out of the room. You turned around in his arms, and he enveloped himself around you, “It’s going to be okay.”

Sitting at Westview’s church was something that you didn’t do often, but here you are. The black dress reached your knees as you wore black tights underneath it. It was itchy and uncomfortable, but that’s how you felt right now. Wanda’s hand was intertwined with yours, resting on your lap, as you mindlessly played with her fingers to calm your thoughts.

Your dad’s photo sat proudly in the front of your church. The picture brought light to who he really was. It wasn’t him in his firefighter uniform or a picture where he was acting tough. It was just a candid photo of him with the brightest smile on his face. A smile that could light up the entire room, and it did, even now.

The New York City’s fire chief came up to the podium, dressed nicely in his suit and tie, “When Y/L/N told me he was leaving our station to work for a smaller station here in Westview, I was absolutely devastated. I never thought there would be a day where I’d have to witness losing him twice. Y/L/N was one hell of a firefighter, but he was more than that. He was one hell of a man, one hell of a husband, and one hell of a father. When he told me he was moving here, I asked him why he would move from such a big city to a small town and he responded without hesitation, ‘I’m doing this for my family.’ and he kept his promise to the very end, doing everything for his family.” The chief cleared his throat and nodded, “And to speak on personal experience, his daughter who he loved more than life itself, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Wanda squeezed your hand three times before letting go, you hesitantly walked up to the podium, gripping the wood tight. You found Wanda’s green eyes and she gave you an encouraging nod. Your eyes drifted over to the flag covered casket front and center of the church as you let out a shaky breath.

“When I was little, I hated when Dad had to leave for work, especially on the weekends when I didn’t have school and all I wanted to do was watch cartoons and eat breakfast with him. One day, I was really upset that he was leaving, I was so upset that I started crying. But then he told me this, ‘When you miss me, close your eyes, I may be far but never gone.’ He would point at his heart and pretend to give it to me, and say, ‘You have a piece of my heart, so you’re never going to be alone, not if I can help it.’ I still have a piece of his heart with me, that night of the fire though, he gave me all of his heart because he saved me.” You fought the stinging in your eye as you stared up at the ceiling.

“The last conversation I had with Dad, he told me he loved me, and I said I know. If I would’ve known that would’ve been our last moments, I would’ve made it last a little longer. I would’ve told him I loved him. But I didn’t, because even though I didn’t say it he knew, you know? Now all I’m thinking about, all I’m asking for, is just one more minute. One more minute to say I love you. One more minute to ask him questions, ask him how to be. I thought I had a longer time with my dad, I thought I’d be able to ask him all those questions now, but I can’t. So, from here on out I’ll live life the way you taught me and make it on my own.”

A big red fire truck sat on the street, while the sound of bagpipes filled your ear as the familiar melody of Amazing Grace rang in your ear. The sound of an intercom cut in after the song, “All units stand by.” The fire truck announced, and you knew it was coming. You just realized, just how real this was slowly becoming, like seeing his dead body wasn’t enough. “Firefighter Y/L/N from Wesview county.” A brief pause spoke so loud, as your dad didn’t answer the call, “Firefighter Y/L/N from Westview county.”

You hung your head low as your body started to shake with silent sobs, Wanda’s arm wrapped tightly around you, rubbing her hand up and down your arm, “This is last call for Firefighter Y/L/N from Westview Fire Department. Firefighter Y/L/N has responded to his last alarm.”

Present Day

Your hands shake on the steering wheel of your parent’s old car. You wind your way through the small town square, over the black asphalt damp with slightly melted snow and under the tall, snow covered trees that stretch above the streets. Wanda had to leave early in the morning to meet up with some contractors for a project she’s working on. While, Peter, Kate, and Yelena went back into the city for the day, so they could pick up Yelena’s sister Natasha and Peter’s Aunt May, so you were left all by yourself in a town you could never escape from. The collar of your shirt rubs against your neck, choking you.

Your friends’ cars sit in front of the fir filled lot. You know the boys haven’t been very fond of you since you’ve arrived and to face the music? Face the repercussions of what you did from the boys who have loved Wanda like their own, well that was scarier than anything you’ve ever experienced. Your throat burns with thick, hot emotion. You drop your hands from the steering wheel, but they still shake in your lap. You look through the windshield at the pine covered trees that filled the gravel lot, and you want nothing more than to hide amongst them, away from the boys.

The boys look up as they hear your Docs crunch against the gravel, all of them going silent, as you walk into the lot. Bucky crosses his arm over his chest, staring daggers into you, “What are you doing here?”

“Oleg’s note said, he wanted all of us together, doing what we used to do when we were younger. We all used to work here.” You whispered.

“So it takes Oleg dying for you to come back home?” He scolded.

“I didn’t know he was-” You say, your voice shaking. “I didn’t know he was sick. I didn’t want to come back after what I did and have to face you guys and Wanda.”

“Well it looks like you did manage to avoid that, huh?” Sam questioned.

You looked down at the ground, “I’m sorry-”

“You know, we didn’t even know you skipped town after everything that happened.” Scott starts with a thick voice. He crosses his arms over his chest. “We didn’t know what happened between you and Wanda until a couple days after what happened. We were shut out from everything.”

“I know.”

Bucky shook his head, “No, you don’t know. You became another sister to us, Y/N. A sister who we love, who we’ve grown to love since that first day you went ice skating with us and fell on your ass time after time again. Then everything with you and Wanda happened. We wanted to make sure you were okay because despite everything you were hurting too. But you were gone and we didn’t know if you were okay. You didn’t say goodbye and then you never came back!” He scolded. “You never came back or checked in on people who were supposed to be your family. You didn’t even come home for Christmas to be with your mom; you made her come to you. She was alone, your dad died, and you left her, and you never came back to check on her when you left. Pietro shouldn’t have had to track you down and call you in order for you to find out that Oleg was sick.”

You start to cry, your sinuses swelling and your tears falling onto your hoodie. Pietro cleared his throat. His voice scratches as he speaks. “We know you were going through a lot back then, Y/N. I’m sorry that you were going through all that stuff. I wish we’d been able to help you, but it hurt. It hurt us. It hurt us just like you hurt Wanda. Yet, despite everything we still love you, just like Wanda.”

“I thought about what I would say to you guys and to Wanda, but really my apology is six years way too late. I would always imagine how you guys were doing, but I could never bring myself to ask. There would be sometimes where I’d be okay, you know? Westview would lay in the back of my mind and I could forget all about it. Then there were some days where all of you were all I could think about and I thought that you guys being angry with me would be better than being complete strangers again.” You tell the boys. “Ever since New Year’s Eve six years ago, all the things I did and didn’t say, they haunt me. I know that I’m to blame, and you guys can blame me all you want. I know that I’m way too late, but I’ll say it anyway, I’m sorry.”

You cast your red, puffy eyes to the gravel. All of you resting in silence for a while, your eyes following the little pebble you’re rolling around with your shoe, “Y/N.” Bucky speaks up, and you hesitantly avert your eyes up to his.

The man gathers you into his arms. Your tears come in full again. They rush up from your insides with unexpected force, flooding out from your eyes and mouth before you can stop them. The rest of the boys wrap their arms around you, too, and you close your eyes and nestle further into their embrace.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I’m sorry for not coming back and for not being here for you guys and for hurting you.”

“It’s okay. We forgive you.” Bucky whispers.

All of you pull away and you wipe your tears on your sleeve. Scott walks over to you with a chainsaw in his hand, “Just because you haven’t been here for six years, doesn’t mean you can get away with just manning the checkout table.” He teased, trying to lighten up the somber mood. “And while you do that, we’ll brainstorm all the ideas on how to get you and Wanda back together.”

You smack the back of his head with a soft chuckle, “You think she really wants to get back together?”

“God, you two are just as insufferable and oblivious as when you were teenage girls.” Sam mumbled under his breath, as he picked up one of the Christmas trees.

May - 6 years ago

Wanda got an acceptance letter to Princeton University the spring of last year, and you were thrilled for them and especially for Wanda, who achieved a handful of academic scholarships and grants that would cover most of her tuition. Your acceptance to the University of Westview was met with high praise from your mom and Wanda, but you couldn’t help feeling like you were standing on the ground while everyone else was flying about. Honestly, you’ve felt that way since your dad’s funeral.

Wanda didn’t give you any reason to feel that way. You are constantly together, already making plans for a bigger future past college. She’d always reassure you, saying, “I’ll come see you here in Westview and you’ll come visit me in Princeton-whenever we can.”

There was a stinging in your nose at the thought of being apart from her, “Four years is a long time. A lot can change.” You whispered, playing with your necklace that she gave you a couple Christmases ago.

“For you and me? It'll be nothing,” she said softly, and before you could ask, she hooked her pinky finger around yours, kissing your hand, “I swear.”

One morning, you walk into Westview High for the last time. The hallway bursts with blue gowns as everyone lines up for graduation. You slip through the crowd, not talking to anyone, but not ducking your head, either. You take your place in line, recognizing Steve’s blonde hair towards the back of the line, quickly finding the rest of your friends, with Wanda in front where the valedictorian stands. The graduation march starts to play and the seniors in life shift with anxiousness and excitement. Then they’re walking forward, each of them processing toward the end of their high school story, and even though Wanda is only five feet away, you still feel two worlds apart.

You always knew Wanda was destined for a life greater than Westview. Yet, you always saw her as that quiet, strong girl who pinned Pietro down on the snow when you first saw them. But watching her stride onto the stage in her cap and gown to the cheers of your fellow classmates was like seeing her in a whole new light. She delivered her speech with such charm and she was proud, as the audience applauded, like they just saw their favorite artist live. Everyone who knew Wanda Maximoff was in the small town, but in August, she would be part of a much bigger world. Would you still be enough then?

May blurred into August as the whole summer flashed right in front of your eyes. The two of you stood on her front porch, tears already streaming down your face. “You’re my best friend. My favorite person.” She kissed you and pulled you against her chest. “We’ll talk all the time.”

“It feels like everything’s going to change, like I’m never going to see you again.” You admitted, and then she smiled at you with pity, like you were being absolutely ridiculous.

“It’s just college,” she said, kissing the top of your head. “One day, you won’t be able to get rid of me, I promise.”

Much to your mom’s confusion, you picked up shifts wherever you could at Sam’s cabin or Oleg’s Christmas Tree Farm. You didn’t spend the first month of college partying like everyone else. Pietro and the rest of the boys hung out with you as often as they could to see how you were doing.

You weren’t doing well, shocker. More than a week had gone by without hearing from Wanda. She didn’t respond to any of your texts. Pietro kept giving you questioning looks when you sat solemnly at the front desk of the cabin.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, sitting on the counter, much to Sam’s dismay.

You sighed, “I still haven’t heard from her. Not a phone call or a text.”

“Honestly, I think my sister is so dumb sometimes. She has something good right in front of her and she’s just assuming that you’ll always be right here waiting for her when she doesn’t respond.” He scoffed. “Wanda had it in her head that you guys are meant to be no matter what. I think that’s just bullshit.”

Your face went pale, “You don’t think it’s gonna work out?”

“I don’t think anything’s meant to work out by fate or whatever. I believe you have to work for it and put in the effort. She already screwed up when you got together with Daisy. I just hope she fights harder this time.” He said, hopping off the desk, just as the cabin door opened. Daisy walked in, looking a lot more mature than when the two of you were together. Her once long brown hair was not cut with some highlights in it. Both you and Pietro stare at her for a second before he clears his throat. “Or someone else will.”

By the time you finally heard from Wanda, it was a month after she left for school, and you were furious. She was apologetic and full of how are yous, and I love yous, and I miss yous, but there was something off. She evaded questions about her roommates and classes, or gave one word answers. Five minutes into the call, a knock sounded in the background, and a girl’s voice asked if she’d be ready to leave soon.

“Who was that?” You asked, the words tight.

“That was just Gamora. She’s in some architecture classes with me.” She explained. “Some of us are going out to dinner, and, well, I should go.”

“Oh.” You could hear the blood rushing through your ears, “I guess, I’ll see you later.”

“I love you.” She whispered.

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you, “I love you too.”

You hung up the phone, walking back toward the front desk of the cabins. You placed your head in your hands, letting out a deep sigh. “You look like you need to hit the lake.” Daisy’s voice cut through your sigh. “I mean, how long has it been since you went cliff jumping at the lake.”

“Since last year, you know, high school traditions and everything.” You explained.

“No, no. I mean like in the summertime, when it’s actually warm and we’re not freezing our asses off.” She joked, causing you to chuckle softly. “It just seems like you’re in that little head of yours. I’ve only seen you here and on campus.” You gotta-“

You interrupted her, “You’ve been keeping tabs on me, Johnson?” You teased.

She chuckled, “In your dreams, Y/L/N. Small town, small campus, I’m bound to run into you every once in a while.” She shrugged, leaning against the front desk. “We’ll go tomorrow. I’ll meet you out at your dock with my boat in the morning. If you’re not out there by the time I get there, I’ll drag you out there.” She stepped back, not waiting for a response, and gave you a small wave.

The next morning she was waiting for you on the dock, in her swimsuit, and a long T-shirt over it, “You know, when we were dating, I’d beg you to get up early so we could go on a hike. You could barely function before noon,” you said as you walked up to her, noticing the bottle of waters, and snacks on the boat.

She shrugged, “Some people change, Y/N, and I’d only change for you,” she said, and it sort of sounded like she meant it. She gestured towards the boat and you took a step in.

You met every morning, when you weren’t on campus, or when you weren’t working at the cabin. The two of you would sit in the boat, sunbathing, and when it got too hot, you’d jump in the lake. Sometimes you’d have coffee and breakfast at your house before the swim or you’d have lunch out on the boat in the middle of the lake. At first, your mom seemed uncomfortable with you and Daisy’s rekindled friendship, looking between the two of you with a slight frown. When you tried to confront her about it, she just shrugged, brushing it under the rug.

By mid August, you had turned into stage three type clingy girlfriend. You tried calling Wanda as much as you could, no matter how late or how early it was. But the calls didn’t make you feel any better. Wanda was distracted and short. Never really wanting to respond to any of the questions or just brushing it off like it’s nothing.

“Do you still want to be with me, Wanda?” The other end of line was silent, but you could hear your heart pumping in her ears, your temples throbbing with frustration and annoyance.

“Of course, I do,” she replied eventually, quietly. “Do you think that I don’t?”

“You barely say anything when we talk and when we do talk you just seem so distracted and exhausted, like I’m bothering or like I’m such a burden on you, so that doesn’t exactly instill confidence in our relationship.”

You could hear Wanda take a deep breath. “I still want to be with you Y/N,” she said, calmer now. “I came here to start building something for myself. A future. I’m adjusting. It’s all new. So, I’m sorry that I haven’t been present. It’s just new.”

The two of you didn’t stay on the phone much longer after that. It was past midnight. You lay awake most of the night, worried that what she was building for herself, the new future, there wouldn’t be any room for you in it.

You found yourself in the library, typing away on your laptop for a paper that you were trying to write for your English class. The sound of the chair scraping, broke you free from your focus. Daisy sat there with a hesitant smile, “So, I’ve got an idea, and I think you might like it.” You looked at her expectantly, without blinking, “A movie marathon at your house. Your mom is in the city this week, right? I figured you might be lonely. So what do you think?”

It felt dangerous in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Movie marathons used to be you, Wanda, and the rest of the boys’ things, but Wanda wasn’t here, the boys have been busy with their own things, and haven’t been able to hang out as much. But you were here and so was Daisy. “I’m in.” You said. “It sounds like exactly what I need.”

A text arrived from Wanda on Saturday. The house was completely empty with your mom being gone. It started with I’ve been thinking, and your limbs went numb with dread as you opened it and saw the long blue bubble. Nothing ever good could come of that.

I’ve been thinking and the last month has been hard. Harder than I thought. I’m still not used to any of this. The school is huge and the people are smart. It made me realize that growing up in Westview has given me a false sense of how special I am. I was valedictorian, head of my class for years, I was so ahead of the curve, and now the curve became a sphere. I’m looking around the lectures and everyone seems to be nodding along and following instructions, and it’s like I’m finding myself falling behind. Now, I’m questioning my entire potential.

It’s like I’ve spent so much time with you, that I couldn’t think about doing anything else. And I miss you so much. I can’t concentrate sometimes because I'm thinking about you and what you might be doing. When we talk, I can hear the disappointment in me, for not being present and just being short, and I hate that I’m making you unhappy. But I don’t want all of this, the thousands of dollars of debt I’m gonna be in, the dream my mom had for me, I don’t want all of it to go to waste. I will work harder. I will be better. I need to.

And that’s why I think we need to establish some boundaries. I love hearing your voice when we’re talking, but I hang up and feel nothing by loneliness. We owe it to ourselves to achieve our dreams. What I’m proposing right now is just a break from constant communications, just some time and some space. Otherwise, I won’t be able to do this thing that I’ve wanted to for so long, I won’t be the person I want to be. For you, but also for me. Just a little space and time to build a future.

Let me know what you think, okay?

You read the whole thing four times, your cheeks wet with tears, and it felt like something had been lodged into your throat. Wanda wanted space. From us. From you. Because you were a distraction. You were holding her back from your future. Your ears turned red hot and without thinking you called her.

The phone rang a few times until she picked up. Except it wasn’t Wanda who answered, it was a girl. “Who’s this?” You asked.

“This is Gamora. Who is this?” Your heart dropped. Is this the real reason why Wanda didn’t want you calling? “Wanda’s busy at the moment. Can I take a message?” She slurred.

“No, this is Y/N. Please just put her on the phone.”

There was muffled laughter and the music grew louder, silence filled the line, until Wanda spoke up, “Y/N?” From your name falling from her lips, you could tell she was drunk. So much for needing space to work harder.

“So this is why you wanted to get away? So you could party around and get drunk with your friends?” You questioned. “The whole email was just bullshit?!”

“No, no, that’s not what-” She started. “Look, I’m super drunk right now and this probably isn’t the conversation I should be having while I’m drunk. I’ll just, we’ll talk tomorrow.” The line went dead, and you cried yourself to sleep.

The next night, Daisy came over. By that time, you were all out of tears. You had sobbed through a long conversation with Pietro and then again when Wanda sent a short text apologizing for last night. She wanted to talk tonight. You didn’t reply.

You didn’t think it would be possible to laugh, but the mountains of snacks Daisy brought over was truly insane, “Yeah this probably won’t be enough,” You joked. And it felt nice. “I usually go through at least four party-sized bags of chips, about six tubs of ice cream. And that’s just all by myself, so…”

“Smart-ass,” she said, glancing your way as she entered your house. “What’s wrong? Your eyes are a little puffy.”

You sputtered a bit, mentally cursing the eyedrops for not working. “Wanda just said I was distracting her and she wants some time and space from us. So she can study and live up to her full potential.”

“She broke up with you? “The words were quiet, but there was so much anger behind them.

“I don’t know,” You said, your voice cracking, “I don’t think that’s what it was. I don’t know, but when I called last night, there were people in her dorm, and this girl she’s been hanging out with. She was drunk…Let’s just not talk about it.” You whispered, even though she had been silent for a few moments, “Please?” You asked.

And she merely nodded, as a muscle in her jaw twitched. You pointed towards the fridge, “I think there are a few of my mom’s wine bottles stored in there. Some of them have been in there for so long that I doubt she’d realize they were gone.”

“Sure.” She said, “But I have to warn you drinking wine gets me dancing.”

“I only sing,” You said as you opened a bottle of red wine.

She scoffed, walking behind you to grab a couple of wine glasses, placing the glasses in front of you. Her head was so close to yours you could feel her words against your ear, “I knew it was never going to work between us.” Goosebumps scattering down your arm. “Even though, I really wish we did.”

“What?” You whispered.

“You were my first love, Y/N. I really wanted us to work out. You’re so beautiful and smart and I made a mental note in my head to give Wanda the same treatment she gave me that one New Year’s Eve. Because she fought for you, she has you, and now she’s throwing all of that away. I wouldn’t have done that. I would never.” You blinked once and then you threw yourself at her, slinging your arms around her neck and bringing her mouth down to yours. You wanted to be wanted so badly.

She met you just as eagerly, grabbing your waist and pulling you against her. She held your hips against her with one hand and lost her fingers in your hair. She tugged lightly, pulling your head back and then sucking on the exposed flesh of your neck. She lifted you off the ground, guiding your legs around her waist, parting your lips with her tongue and sitting you down on the counter, “Let’s go upstairs.” You said, then pushing her away so you could jump down, and lead her up to your bedroom.

Her hands were on you as soon as you passed through the doorway. You walked backwards until the knees hit the bed and you reached for her shirt at the same time she reached for yours. Your hands flew to your jeans, unbuttoning them, desperate to feel her fingers on you, to erase all the sad parts, to feel wanted. She watched you take them off, the two of you staring at each other, breathing heavily. You didn’t realize your hands were shaking until Daisy put her hands on top of yours.

“Are you sure?” she asked gently. In reply, you pulled her down onto the bed on top of you.

You must have fallen asleep immediately after because when you woke, the sun glowed through your curtains. Still groggy, you felt breathing on your shoulder and your bare skin, covered by the comforter, “Good morning,” a voice rasped in your ear. You squeezed your eye shut, hoping it was all a bad dream. She shifted her weight over you and kissed your forehead, then your lips, until you opened your eyes and stared into brown eyes, not green, but brown.

The wrong colored eyes.

The wrong person.

Present Day

You bounced downstairs Christmas morning, to find the smell of the Christmas tree candle that your mom was using even stronger than before, “Mom, why does that Christmas tree candle smell like it just exploded everywhere?” You froze in your spot when you saw a real Christmas tree, standing where the artificial one was. Pietro, Wanda, Kate, Yelena, and Peter standing in front of it, trying to figure out what ornaments to hang from it.

“What’s all this?” You asked.

Kate shrugged, “Your mom was telling us a story about how you and your dad would go hunting for the most perfect Christmas tree. And we remembered Pietro mentioning a Christmas tree farm that he runs. We know how special it was to you, so we thought it would surprise you.” She explained, wrapping her arms around you in a tight hug. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Thank you. Merry Christmas, Kate.” You give each one of them hugs, Wanda’s lingering longer than anyone else’s.

Kate holds onto one end of the string of lights, which was unplugged. You left Yelena to hold onto the other end, which she’s trying to unwrap. “You’re not doing it right.” Kate mumbled to her girlfriend, laughing at her attempt to untangle the lights on the floor with her sock covered feet.

“Your sassiness is not appreciated, Kate Bishop.” The blonde looks up, smiling. “It shouldn’t even be this complicated to untangle a thing of lights.”

“You’re making it complicated, Lena.” You reply.

“Shut up.”

You laugh, Wanda tapped on your shoulder, smiling at you softly, “Do you want to make breakfast? It’ll be just like what we used to do.” You smiled at her widely.

“I’d love that.”

You followed her into the kitchen to grab the pancake mix from the cabinet and the pan. While she grabs the eggs and the milk. The two of you laugh and chat together while you cook everyone some pancakes. Wanda says your name to gather your attention, when your eyes flicker onto her, she flicks pancake batter towards you, the fluffy powder landing on your face. You take a handful of dry pancake batter and blow it towards her.

Wanda takes an egg and cracks it over your head, the yolk dropping onto the floor. You take a handful of the pancake batter and throw it at her. Which turns the entire kitchen into a battlefield. The floor becomes slippery from all the egg yolks and flying milk. You creep closer to her and she lets out a small squeal before trying to run. She doesn’t get very far when she begins to slip on the floor. You wrap your arms around her and land on the hardwood floor breaking her fall.

You let out a groan before removing one hand from around her waist and rubbing the back of your head. She laughs at you, and you roll your eyes playfully, “You’re welcome by the way.” You whisper.

“Thank you.” She whispers back.

You stare into her green eyes and move a piece of yolk soaked auburn hair behind her ear, “What the hell happened here?” Your mom’s voice pierces in the kitchen, causing you and Wanda to both chuckle.

The two of you revealed yourself from off the floor behind the counter. Behind your mom, the rest of your friends, and Natasha, and Aunt May stood there amused, “Well, it was a good thing we stopped to get bagels.” Aunt May spoke up.

“We’ll clean it up, sorry Mom.” You told her with a shy smile on her face. “Merry Christmas?”

“Yeah, yeah, Merry Christmas.” She grumbled before going to the living room.

“Nice white hair, Y/N. Did you get it done?” Natasha asked and you answered with a lovely middle finger staring directly back at her. “Always lovely seeing you, Y/N.”

“You too, Nat.”

The morning quickly turned into night, as you and your friends gathered around the fire pit in your house. Steve had the duty of handing out gifts to everyone , like Santa, because according to everyone he acts like a grandpa, and therefore needs to be Santa; much to his dismay, of course.

“Y/N, I think, as a gift to everyone here, since it looks like you forgot to get me a present.” Scott starts.

Your eyebrows furrow, “I literally got you and the boys tickets to watch a Jets game?” You contradicted his statement.

He blew a raspberry, “As I was saying, I think, as a gift to everyone here, you need to sing a song.” Scott announces. Your eyes lingered on everyone around you and for the first time in the last six years, nothing was worrying you.

Wanda’s eyes brightened at the suggestion and why would you purposefully dim the beautiful light of hers. You let out a soft sigh and walk over to grab your guitar. “Oh no, she hasn’t played in years. It’s gonna sound like a cat scratching its nails on a chalkboard.” You mom joked from the couch, her hand clutching the glass of wine, causing her and Aunt May to double over in laughter.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Thank you for that Mom, love you dearly.” You told her, throwing the guitar strap around your neck.

The simple guitar medley filled your ear as you smiled to yourself softly. Wanda’s eyes perked up at the realization of the song. You subtly winked at her before singing, “Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there. The smell of your perfume, still stuck in the air. It’s hard.”

“Of course, she’s singing this song.” Sam said with a playful eye roll.

“I feel like this is the only song she knows.” Bucky added with a slight smirk.

You ignored the teasing from your friends as your eyes continued on Wanda. “If the whole world was watching, I’d still dance with you. Drive highways and byways to be there with you, over and over the only truth. Everything comes back to you.”

“What’s so special about this song?” Kate whispered to Pietro as you continued singing.

“Y/N used to always tell Wanda that she thinks Niall Horan stole this song from her because a song she wrote when we were in our junior year was ‘if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you.’ She never finished the song, but she always joked and said that Niall stole her song that was supposed to be written for Wanda.” Pietro explained with a fond smile on his face.

Kate’s smile widened, “They were the real deal, weren’t they?”

“They still are.”

Just as you were about to start the next verse, someone burst through your front door, startling everyone. The blonde man who helped you come down from your panic attack days ago, stood at the door with gifts stacked in his hand, and a bouquet of flowers in his other. “Merry Christmas, my love!” Jarvis exclaimed and everyone went silent. “I had to find out from one of your friends, who is it? The tall lanky brunette with a gorgeous blonde on his arm.”

“Peter?”

“Yes! Peter! He told me you were spending Christmas here, so I thought I’d come over.” He walks over to Wanda, placing a soft kiss against her lips, causing you to look back down at your guitar, fiddling with the strings.

“Oh it’s you, panic attack girl!” Jarvis starts.

“It’s Y/N.” You whispered.

Natasha leans over from her spot next to you, whispering in your ear, “Who is this asshole?” She asked and you just shrugged.

“I’m sorry to come uninvited,” he looks at your mom, handing her a bouquet of flowers to make up for his rudeness. “I just thought I’d spend Christmas with my beautiful beautiful girlfriend.”

An awkward silence filled the air, as he sat down next to Wanda wrapping his arm around her waist. You stood up from your spot on the couch, “I’m gonna go set the table and get everything ready for dinner.” You mumbled, dragging your feet towards the kitchen.

You grab the plates from the cabinets and start laying them out nicely on the table. A voice spoke up from the doorframe of the kitchen. “Y/N, can I give you some advice?” Peter asked, grabbing the forks you pulled out and followed behind you.

“Sure, bud.”

“You love Wanda, right?” He asked and you nodded. “Then why did you let Jarvis come in here and just swoop her from right under you? You’re one of the smartest people I know, but when it comes to love and feelings it's like your brain disappears. You need to fight for the people you love, Y/N, you need to put effort in. Doing everything you used to do before whatever happened between the two of you, it’s a start, but you haven’t sat down and talked about it. You can’t expect to get into a relationship with her and ignore whatever happened between the two of you. That’s how the relationship will fail. Fight for her, Y/N. Do something. “

“What if I’m tired of fighting?” You asked, placing the plates and bowls of food in the middle of the table.

He shrugged, “Then you really don’t love her and I don’t think that’s the case here. You’re not tired of fighting, Y/N. You’re scared that you won’t be the person she deserves, but that’s not true. The way she looked at you when you were singing just now, it’s like how your dad is looking at your mom in that picture on your fireplace mantle. It’s that once in a lifetime movie love, Wanda talked about in the eulogy. You’re enough Y/N, you were enough back then, and you’re enough now. Just think about it.”

You cleared your throat, “I’m gonna get everyone, so we can eat.”

You announce to the living room that it’s time to eat. Steve tells you that Pietro and Jarvis went up to your bedroom to talk about something. He offered to get them, but you reassured him that it was fine. You went up to your bedroom and just as you were about to nod, the sound of Jarvis’ voice cut you off.

“Pietro, you know I respect you.”

“Bullshit.” Pietro mumbles under his breath.

“And since Oleg and your mother have passed, you are the only person I can ask about this.” I want to marry Wanda.” Jarvis finished and your face blanched. You could feel your heart try to break out of its rib cage and onto the floor.

“No fucking way. Absolutely not.” The platinum blonde shook his head. “My sister deserves better than you. Have you ever thought of that, Jarvis?! That my sister deserves someone better than someone who is never around. When our father got diagnosed all you did was give us a doctor that you knew we could not afford, unless we wanted to sell the farm and our house! You were never around, not when he got really sick, you didn’t even show up to the goddamn funeral Jarvis!”

“How do you know what’s good for her, Pietro? You run a bar for fucks sake! You’ve been stuck in this god forsaken town since you were born! Wanda had dreamed of getting out of here! I can get her out!” The posh man argued, flailing his arms about.

“I know what’s good for her because I've actually seen her in love and it’s sure as hell not with you!” He screamed at him.

Jarvis rolled his eyes, “And it’s with who?! The girl who had a panic attack in your hallway? Oh yeah, I know all about her. You think I wasn’t there for her? Where was she? She was gone for six years!” He questioned. “Look, I honestly don’t give a fuck about your opinion. I’m just asking for the sake of telling her that I asked. I’m going to ask Wanda whether you like it or not on New Year’s Eve. You have until then to change your mind and if you don’t, well, you’ll never hear from Wanda again when she says yes.”

Your chest is tight. You rub your face and try to focus again. Your head feels like it might float off your neck. Tiny spots race across your vision, like ants, littering a garbage can, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You need to get out of here now.

You spin on your heels, fling the door open, and bolt down the hallway, then the stairs, then to the front door. You hear someone call your name, but you grab your jacket off the hook by the door and run outside, down the porch steps, and down the street.You don’t know where you’re going, but you’re sure as hell don’t want to be here.

New Year’s Eve - 6 years ago

You moved through the rest of August in a fog of self loathing, trying to figure out what you did, what you had done and how you could possibly tell Wanda about your betrayal.

Daisy checked on you the afternoon after, and you yelled and screamed at her through hot tears, telling her it was a huge mistake, telling her how much you hated yourself for what you did. She held you tightly until you’d calmed down, whispering how sorry she was, and how she shouldn’t have agreed that it was a good idea. She told me she was transferring to a different school, a couple weeks later, saying that it would be too hard to be here and it would be better for both of your sakes.

As the fall started taking over summer, Wanda started calling and texting more often. She was getting used to the campus and the city, she was feeling more settled. She explained how lonely she’d been when she first got to school, how she kept her notes short, so you wouldn’t worry about her. She reassured me that when she thought of building a future, you were always in it with her. She apologized, told me that she missed you, and how much she loved you. It was supposed to be a reassuring thought, but the thought alone made you want to vomit.

She wanted to visit sooner, but you pushed her away, telling her that your music teacher wanted you to learn this whole piece in the span of a couple days. You didn’t tell her that you were considering dropping music all together. You didn’t tell Pietro or any of the boys what had happened, but you had talked yourself into telling Wanda the truth. You would do anything you could to make it right between the two of you, but you couldn’t lie to her.

It was the first Christmas you spent without the Maximoffs. As an early Christmas present he surprised them with a trip to Sokovia, so she wasn’t around, but she’d be home for New Year’s. You texted her that you had something important to talk to her about as soon as she got home and she replied with I have something important I want to talk to you about too.

Everyone around you was acting weird. The boys telling you to dress up nicely for this ball that the town was holding in the middle of the square for New Year’s Eve. They were teasing, talking about how you never know what's gonna happen on New Year’s and how special it may be. Scott even took you to get your nails done as some “Christmas gift”. Rumors started swirling around you, that Wanda was going to propose, and they were crying out to you like babies crying out to their mothers. People like to talk around this small town.

Steve picked out the baby blue gown and let you know that Wanda was waiting downstairs. You took your time down the stairs to find her standing there, a bright smile on her face. The smile that used to brighten your life on the darkest of days. You smiled back at her, but it was dull like a pencil that was used over and over again. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, squeezing you. “God, I’ve missed you,” she whispered, kissing your cheek softly. “Shall we?”

The formal ball was already in the full swing with the entire town of Westview scattered all over the small square. The bright dresses of all the women shimmered in the fairy lights as it blinded your eyes. Their whispers were echoing throughout your ear like the sounds of footsteps in an empty hallway. She stuck her hand out, “Dance with me?” She said, in more of a question.

You fell into step with one another, letting the music control your movements, swerving through the sea of people. As the song went on it seemed like it was only us. Just like it always had been when you were growing up. The rest of the world was starting to fade away. She grabbed your hand gently, spinning you outwards and then right back into her arms. You laid your head against her chest as you were intertwined into each other’s arms. You sucked in a breath and took in her scent. She smelled familiar, in a crowd full of a thousand people you’ve known most of your life, her scent was the only thing familiar to you. She smelled of vanilla and cinnamon. The smell of home.

She led you to a quiet corner, not too far away from everyone else, but secluded enough to give you two privacy. “I love you,” She started. “I can’t stand the idea of leaving again, of just leaving and allowing you to think that you’re a burden to me, that you’re not important to me, because you are. You are one of the most important aspects of my life.” She took a shaky breath, then knelt on one knee, taking your hands in hers. Her green eyes are serious and wide and hopeful and scared. “My dad gave me this ring, it’s my mom’s wedding ring, and I’m giving this to you because I want you to marry me, Y/N.”

Your heart exploded in a burst of happiness. Ever since you were fourteen years old, it was always you for her. And just as fast as it exploded with happiness, a cold dread seeped into your bloodstream. You remember what you had done and who you had done it with, and the color drained from your face.

“Wanda, can you please stand up?” You whispered to her and the tears sting your eyes as her smile dropped.

“What?” She whispered and you could hear her heart shattering like pieces of glass onto the floor. “What’s going on?” She asked. The sky started to grumble as your thoughts were screaming at you. She took your hands, squeezing them gently. “You know you can tell me anything.”

With her gentle green eyes and her soft caress, the tears started pouring down your cheeks. No more lying, no more hiding. Not when she thought you were good enough to marry. “Never did I want to hurt you, please know that. I want you to know that I love you with my whole heart and that is never changing. I can’t marry you.”

She blinked, then opened her mouth and closed it again, then opened it, but nothing came up. You cupped her cheek softly with her hand, letting out a shaky breath, as you caressed it. “Wanda,” you said, taking your other hand to close her hand over the ring. “I can’t. We’ree too young. You know that,” You whispered. It was a lie. You wanted nothing more than to be with her, you were always ready for her.

“I know I said that before, but I was wrong,” she replied. “You’re my once in a lifetime, Y/N. We were always meant to be and we were always ready for the world to throw at us. You knew that back then, I was just too dumb to realize it. But I know now. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know that I want to have a family with you and build a home together, just like we always talked about. The home with the big front porch, a beautiful kitchen with forest green cabinets, and a backyard big enough for our kids to play in. I’ve always thought about it, so I know that it’s only you I want by my side for a lifetime,” she said, her voice cracking and her eyes moving over your face for a sign that you’d change your mind.

But you just shook your head, “I’m not good enough for you to marry, Wands. You deserve better than me.”

“No I don’t, don’t say that. You’re perfect. You’re everything I want in life. Is this about how I acted at the beginning of the school year? You were never a burden and I’m sorry for everything I said and for making you feel that way, but I promise I’ll never treat you like that again. I’ll fix this between us, Y/N. Just please, marry me.” She croaked out the words, her eyes glossy. You felt like you’d been punched in the stomach.

“I slept with Daisy.” You say to her.

She’s silent.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell her, tears already streaming down your face. You say it over and over. And she still says nothing. She’s staring at you blankly, her fingers frozen on your hands.

“Wanda?” She doesn’t move. “It was a mistake,” you tell her, your voice shaking. “A huge mistake. I love you more than anything and then you left. And then you sent that text, and I thought you were done with me. I know there’s no excuse.” The words spill out into a sopping mess. “And that’s why, why I can’t marry you, because I know you deserve better than this, than someone who is such a mess. I love you Wanda. I do. So much. But I’m not good enough for you. And I don’t know if I ever will be…” You trail off because Wanda is still opening and closing her mouth, like she’s trying to say something, but nothing comes out.

“Wanda, please say something, anything.” You croaked out.

Angry tears streamed down her face as she ripped her hand away from you. “Is it true? Just tell me is it true? I don’t want an explanation, I just want a straight answer. ”

You let out a shaky breath, taking a slow step towards her, “Yes. It’s true. I slept with her the day after you sent that text.”

“So, all this time you’ve made me feel like a shitty person for needing time and space, accusing me of lying about why I needed time and space, and the next day you just sleep with someone else. You slept with the one person who you knew would hurt me more than anything.” She scolds. “You knew how much this would hurt me and you still did it.”

You shake your head as she backs away from you slowly, “I am so sorry.” You cried.

“Screw this. I’m done with you!” She pointed at you, tears still pouring down her face. “I’m so fucking done with you!”

You wandered the small town for a while before finding yourself at the train station. “One ticket to New York City, please.” You told the employee at the ticket counter.

The night train was full of silent sleepers as you boarded. You settled into the velvet maroon seat and stared out the window. The small town of Westview starts to fade from view as mountains and lakes speed by, dulling the only home you’ve ever known. You can go anywhere you want, just not home.

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