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Supergirl Headcanons

Kara Zor El x Human Reader

Request by @commandervelvet

General Headcanons

You were a normal human friend of Clark’s. He trusts you completely.

You were tasked by Clark with watching Krypto and the Fortress of Solitude when she came crashing in. Literally.

She was drunk and very flirty. Kara was smitten with you instantly.

Clark did not approve at first. No issue with you, no his issue was with her. But he knows you keep her out of trouble. Mostly.

Expect dates to be at dive bars on other planets.

And if not there, expect dance parties in the Fortress. Mostly it’s an excuse Kara wants to grind against you.

Kara is extremely cuddly. She loves wrapping her arms around you and nuzzling you.

She is very protective of you and makes sure you’re safe even when she’s hugging you

PDA? Expect plenty of kisses and hugs in public. More so when she’s kicked back a few shots

First date? A small diner in Smallville.

Kara was never one to want to settle down. But then she met you and now dreams of a life that the two of you can have together.

NSFW Headcanons - you’ve been warned

Kara loves being on top.

secret? It riles her up when you fight for who’s on top. Makes her feel alive.

Extremely vocal and loud. So much so that Clark had to have 4 or Gary install soundproofing in the guest room.

Drive? High. Kara can’t get enough of you

Each time with her can be a mix of rough and tender times. But Kara just loves laying in your arms afterwards.

She loves the aftercare you give. Soft cuddles, words of love and affirmation

First time? Neither of you can remember. You kicked back a couple drinks at a bar in the Contraxian galaxy and next thing you knew you woke up in pure bliss in motel room.

Turns ons? A smile alone would get her wanting to jump you.

Despite not wanting kids just yet, Kara may have a breeding kink.

Loves showering with you.

Hates bondage, considering that she’s invulnerable and you’re not.

Kara loves walking around the Fortress in your shirts. She gives you flirty little twirls while wearing them just to see your reaction

She is in complete awe of you during love making, as much as you are of her.

Love making is a mix of sensual slow times, quickies, anywhere and everywhere.

You count yourself blessed to have met Kara as much as she counts herself blessed. You balance each other out nicely and the galaxy is all the more safe because of it.

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can’t help falling in love

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

summary: wednesday addams is hopelessly in love with you but doesn’t know how to show it.

warnings: none

author’s note: felt like i should post the heartwarming imagine that i’ve had in my drafts for a while after tearing u guys to shreds with ‘without you’

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There is a version of you that Wednesday Addams only visits in the privacy of her mind.

This version never walks too far ahead in hallways. She never leaves without looking back. Her voice is always just above a whisper — a secret tether meant only for Wednesday's ears. In this version, your laugh doesn't make her stomach twist with the kind of need that borders on violent; it simply exists, soft and sun-drenched, like the echo of a summer memory she was never supposed to have.

But in real life — in this world where Wednesday pretends not to notice the way her heart gives itself up every time you speak — you are an ache.

A distraction she resents. A fixation she can't unfasten. Something warm and mortal and utterly maddening.

You don't even realize what you do to her.

Not when you rest your chin on your palm during class and turn toward the window with that faraway look. Not when your perfume lingers in the corridor long after you've gone, crawling down her throat like smoke. Not when you defend the outcasts who don't have sharp teeth or claws, who can't make themselves scary, but still try to survive anyway. Not when you look like sunshine in the form of a blood-sucking vampire with fangs. You don't know. And it kills her.

Because Wednesday Addams, for all her disdain for clichés, has fallen in love.

Completely. Catastrophically.

And it is the cruelest joke the universe could play — that she, who prides herself on never needing anyone, has memorized the way you sigh when you think no one's listening. That she knows your footsteps apart from everyone else's. That she walks the long way to class just to pass you. That she knows the exact placement of the freckle beneath your right eye.

She tells herself it's research. Observation. Pattern recognition. But that's a lie, and Wednesday Addams does not lie — not to others, anyway.

You sit next to her in botany. You smell like peaches and ink. You doodle on your paper when you're bored, and she steals them when you're not looking — folds them up into tiny squares and tucks them into the hollow space behind her cello case. There are seventeen now. She counted.

And today — today you called her "Wen."

Like it was nothing. Like it didn't detonate inside her.

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Not with her mouth dry and her spine locked and her entire bloodstream on fire. But she heard it. Over and over and over again.

Wen.

She's going to die, she thinks, and it's going to be your fault.

She doesn't sleep much. She never has. But since meeting you, sleep has become an impossibility — not because she's restless, but because her mind has become a shrine to you.

She lies in bed at night and replays your conversations, all two to three minutes of them. She rewrites them, imagines what she should've said, what you would've said back. She imagines you laughing harder, leaning in closer, reaching for her hand without hesitation. Sometimes, she imagines you crying. Not out of pain — no, she'd never wish that upon you — but the kind of crying that only comes from knowing someone understands you completely. She wants to be that person for you. She already is, secretly.

No one sees the way her eyes track you across the quad. No one notices the way her fingers twitch toward you and then still. No one knows that the girl who speaks in riddles and cuts open frogs in biology would tear the world in half if you asked her to.

Wednesday Addams, bringer of silence, keeper of shadows, would burn down the moon for you.

But you... you smile at Xavier Thorpe like he hung the stars himself. You share headphones with Enid, who looks at you like you're the best dream she's ever had. You run your fingers along the spines of old books and dance barefoot in your dorm when you think no one's watching.

But Wednesday watches. Always. Every version of her has you inside it.

The first time you touch her — truly touch her — it's barely anything. A brush of fingers. A squeeze of her wrist when she flinches after a teacher calls on her too suddenly. You lean in, your voice a soft murmur at her ear:

"You okay?"

Two words. That's it.

But they ripple through her like a curse, like a spell spoken in a language she never believed in until now. She doesn't remember what she said in response. She only remembers the heat of your palm and how her skin felt different after.

She marks the date in her journal. In ink. She circles it twice.

She dreams of it. Over and over. Except in the dreams, you don't pull away.

There's a photograph of you in her room. It's not even meant to be of you — just a group shot after a school assembly. You're in the background, slightly out of focus, but your smile is clear, unbothered by the chaos around you. She cut the others out with surgical precision. What's left is just you, and it's tucked inside the cover of her Poe collection, pressed flat like a pressed flower she's terrified of ruining.

Sometimes she opens the book just to look at you. Just for a second.

She's not proud of it. But she's not ashamed either.

This is what devotion looks like, she thinks. This is what poets die for.

One night, you find her in the library.

It's nearly midnight. Everyone else is in bed or pretending to be. She's seated in the corner, candlelight flickering across her face, a book of Latin poetry open on the table. Her hair's loose. Her tie's undone. She looks almost... undone.

And you, barefoot and wrapped in a threadbare hoodie, walk right up to her and say:

"Do you ever get tired of pretending you don't feel things?"

Wednesday doesn't answer at first. She closes her book slowly. Sets it down like something fragile. Looks at you like you're even more fragile than that.

Her voice is quiet. Cold. But it shakes — just barely.

"I'm not pretending."

You smile. Sad. Knowing. Your hands are trembling and you hide them in your sleeves.

"Me neither."

And then — as if it costs you everything — you lean forward and press your lips to her cheek.

Not a kiss. Not really.

But it's enough to make her believe in death and rebirth in the same breath.

She doesn't sleep that night either. She just lies there with her hand pressed to the place your mouth touched and pretends her ribs aren't breaking open from the inside.

She doesn't tell anyone.

Of course she doesn't.

Not when you sit beside her in class with your hand brushing hers and pretend like the library didn't happen. Not when you pass her notes folded into shapes — bats, coffins, tiny roses — and she unfolds them like artifacts from another life. Not when you say her name like it's soft, like it's something that doesn't bite.

She doesn't tell Enid. Not even Thing, and Thing knows everything.

It festers. Grows. Sharpens.

Because you're still you. Still laughing with others. Still throwing your arm around Ajax and holding eye contact with Bianca like it's nothing. Still offering Wednesday pieces of your apple during lunch, like that's a normal thing people do when they're trying not to shatter each other.

You keep living in your softness. And Wednesday keeps falling.

Hopelessly. Obsessively. Completely.

She writes about you in her journal, every night, with ink that smudges and handwriting that grows more erratic with each entry. You have your own section now. Seventeen pages. Labeled: Symptoms. She lists things like: Breathing irregularities when subject smiles, tendency to romanticize eye contact, recurring hallucinations involving shared futures, possessiveness / protectiveness / deranged affection, compulsion to stab any idiot who makes subject laugh louder than I can.

She underlines that last one.

Twice.

The breaking point doesn't come loudly.

It never does with her.

It happens in the dark, in your dorm room, after a thunderstorm that shakes the whole school like it's being punished. You open the door in socks and a band tee, hair damp, your cheeks flushed from sleep. You're not wearing makeup. You look like a secret.

And all Wednesday says is: "Can I come in?"

You nod. You always do.

You sit on your bed. She stands by the window, arms folded tight, like she's trying to strangle the ache in her chest.

You say her name. Soft. Too soft.

"Wen?"

She turns.

And then, without ceremony, without warning — she cracks.

"I'm in… love with you."

Just like that. Like it's a curse. Like it's a punishment she's finally decided to endure out loud.

You blink. The air stills. She sees it — that flicker of surprise, of fear, maybe, or something like it. Her jaw tenses.

"I don't expect reciprocity," she says quickly, voice low, strained, breaking like glass beneath silk. "I just... I need you to know. Before it consumes me completely."

You stare.

And then you rise. Step toward her.

And when you say her name again, it sounds different.

"Wednesday."

It sounds like surrender.

You kiss her.

Of course you do.

You kiss her like you've been waiting a thousand lifetimes. Like every version of you, across every universe, has been pulling toward her in quiet desperation. Like all her silence finally makes sense.

It's not soft.

It's desperate. It's raw. Teeth and salt and shaking fingers. You push her against the window and whisper, "I've been in love with you this whole time."

And she grunts. But it's not a happy sound — it's wrecked. Like something buried deep is clawing its way out.

"You never said anything," she breathes.

You press your forehead to hers. "Neither did you."

You don't leave your room that night.

The rain keeps coming, a slow lullaby against the glass. She lies next to you on your bed, still in her uniform, still stiff and unsure, until you pull her close and bury your face in her neck. She doesn't breathe for a full minute.

Then, quietly: "You smell like sugar."

You laugh. "And you smell like blood and sadness."

She smirks. "You always know the right thing to say."

You fall asleep like that. Entangled. Safe. Stupid with affection.

She's still Wednesday Addams.

She still writes about murder. Still threatens boys who annoy you. Still keeps her distance in public, even after everything. She says I love you like it's a confession she wants to regret but can't. She holds your hand under the table, never above it. She’ll kiss you in private, never in public. She scowls at the people who look at you too long.

But she also learns how to braid your hair.

She reads you poetry when you can't sleep.

She leaves notes in your locker that say things like I want to die (with you) and you make existence bearable.

She touches your face like she's memorizing every angle.

She invites you to her home for summer break and the two of you share a bed in her freezing room.

And sometimes, when you kiss her — slow and unhurried — she whispers things into your mouth that make your chest ache:

"You ruin everything."

"You're the only thing that feels real."

"I wish I met you sooner, so I could've started loving you earlier." She tells you this one after kissing you on your collarbone in her bed post-Addams Family dinner.

And one night:

"If you ever leave, I will not survive it."

And you don't.

Not ever.

Because you — chaotic, warm, lovely, messy you — are hopelessly in love with her, too.

And loving Wednesday Addams is not easy.

But it’s real.

And it’s forever.

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author’s note 2: i’m so excited for season 2 of wednesday

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Workin’ on some good commissions ✨

And it’s Gelphie ❤️‍🔥

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Glass Child- Lois x f!Reader

Summary: He was the man of steel. He was Earth's mightiest hero. He was also your brother, and you were nothing special. But then someone thought you were worth looking at.

A/N: I just saw Superman and I had to write a little something. I loved it so much. Not canon compliant obviously. Please let me know what you think!

You were outside when his ship crashed. You thought it was a falling star so you made a wish. 

I want a sister, or a brother.

Your mom couldn’t have any more children and it was one of your parents' great sorrows that they could not give you a sibling. 

To their face you were perfectly happy being an only child, but at school you were a little jealous of all the girls with built in best friends. 

You didn’t have any friends. You were a farm girl, and not the fancy rich kind, the kind that had tattered ratty clothes with too many patches sewn in to make them last longer. 

Little did you know you were about to get a whole lot more than a sibling. 

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You were outside on the bench drinking beer when the ship landed in the field. This time you did not make a wish. 

Your parents ran out. 

“I think it’s Clark,” your mom said as she rushed towards the crustacean shaped airship.

Of course it’s Clark. Who else would bring a behemoth like that onto their sleepy farm. 

You stood and followed your parents. 

As you neared you saw a woman descend with Clark, in his superman suit, slung over her shoulders. 

He was hurt, badly.

She was pretty, very pretty.

Your dad ran towards them and took Clark’s other arm. 

“(y/n) take over for this nice young woman,” your dad ordered. 

You did as you were told, you always did. 

“You must be Lois,” your mom said as she sized the young woman up. 

“Yes, you must be his parents,” she replied. 

You walked up to her.

She was even prettier up close. 

You shoved such thoughts aside and cleared your throat. 

“I’ve got him,” you told her. 

She furrowed her brows but let you take hold of Clark. 

You slung his arm around your neck then wrapped your arm around his waist. 

“Who are you,” Lois asked. 

“His sister,” you replied. 

Lois stared dumbfounded as you and your father carried Clark into the house. 

You helped your father lay Clark down on his childhood bed. 

You stepped aside to let your mom cup Clark’s face. She started to fuss over him. 

“Will he be okay?” She asked Lois.

“Mr. Terrific says he will be, he just needs to rest,” Lois replied, her eyes on you. 

You looked anywhere but her. 

You should’ve been more worried about your brother. You should’ve been fussing over him like your mother and father were, but you weren’t. 

You excused yourself and walked back to the bench outside. 

You picked up your beer from the ground and took another sip. 

A few seconds later you heard the door swing open. 

“Clark didn’t mention he had a sister,” you heard a voice behind you say. 

You smirked mirthlessly. “Not surprised.”

You took another sip of beer. 

Lois stepped towards you. “Guess we aren’t as close as I thought.”

You looked down at the beer in your hands. 

“Is he your boyfriend?”

Lois cringed. 

You caught it through the corner of your gaze. “I’m gonna assume by that face that you don’t like the b word.”

Lois let out a small guff. “That obvious?”

You smiled in return then turned to face her. 

Your voice caught in your throat at the full sight of her.

You silently cursed yourself. 

You and Clark had always had similar tastes. 

Your little brother loved to copy you after all. 

“You want a beer,” you finally choked out when you realized you’d been staring. 

Lois shook her head softly then sat down next to you on the bench. 

“I shouldn’t drink and drive,” she said and gestured towards the airship in the field. 

You smiled. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d smiled so much in such a short time. 

A peaceful silence developed.

You stared out into the field and took small sips of your beer. 

Now it was Lois who was staring. 

And you didn’t hate it. 

Your skin felt electric, alive, under her gaze. 

“Are you from Krypton too?” She finally asked. 

You swallowed your sip of beer then let out a sigh. 

“Nope, fully human I’m afraid.”

Lois’ gaze softened. “A human with a superhuman brother. That can’t be easy.”

You let out a hollow laugh. “It’s just peachy keen.”

Lois continued to regard you as silence descended between you once again. 

You took a long sip of beer then realized you had downed the rest of it. 

You set the bottle down then turned to Lois. 

She didn’t look away. 

Not embarrassed to have been caught staring. 

You liked that. 

“You know I think this is the longest anyone’s ever looked at me,” you confessed. 

Lois furrowed her brows. “Seriously?”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m not much to look at when Superman is right next to me.”

Lois frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you replied and gave her a half smile. 

Lois leaned forward and put her hand on top of yours. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by her phone’s ringtone. 

She pulled her hand away from yours and retrieved her phone from her pocket. 

She looked down at it then back up at you. 

“Sorry, it’s my coworker. I’ve got to take this,” she apologized as she stood and made her way back inside your home. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you said as she walked away. 

The warmth of Lois’ touch lingered on your hand. 

You sighed. 

Clark always got everything.

You looked up and noticed a  bright star in the sky. 

You closed your eyes tight.

I want Lois.

Maybe your wish would come true twice.

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boundaries - lois lane x reader

summary: lois comes home late from work, and her apartment is not empty. Maybe it's time to discuss some things with her ex.

warnings: exes-to-lovers; emotional intimacy; soft smut; heartbreak and comfort; food as love language; mild angst; superhero injuries; windows are for lovers. | words: 4.854k

a/n> careful, the kitchen makeout scene from superman might turn your children bisexual. this does not contain any movie spoilers bwt. I actually thought this would take place before any of the movie plot.

main masterlist | dcverse masterlist |

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Lois needed a bath.

A bath, a soft bed, and dreams that didn’t include deadlines or front-page disasters.

After a long, soul-draining day at the Daily Planet, all she wanted was to peel off her clothes, sink into warm water, and forget the world existed. But just as her hand turned the doorknob, the low murmur of a television echoed faintly from inside her apartment.

She paused.

That wasn’t right.

She hadn’t even touched the remote that morning, and barely managed to grab her coat on the way out. Her brow furrowed. Slowly, cautiously, she pushed the door open.

The familiar scent of home greeted her, but it did little to soothe her nerves. She moved in silence, her heels muffled against the wooden floor. In the corner, she reached instinctively for the baseball bat - her emergency companion - and raised it with practiced form.

But then came the laugh.

The most unmistakable, heartwarming of laughter.

Her muscles lost all tension in an instant. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, returned the bat to its resting spot, and tossed her keys into the ceramic jar by the door with a muted clink. Kicking the door shut with her foot, she marched into the living room, frustration already mounting.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

You were lounging comfortably on her sofa, still chuckling at the black-and-white chaos of The Addams Family playing on the screen. That stupid, charming smile was plastered across your face when you turned to face her, and Lois’s heart had the nerve to skip.

“You still leave the spare key in the same place,” you said casually, one arm draped along the back of the couch as you shifted to face her.

She crossed her arms, willing her heart to behave. “That doesn’t mean you get to break into my apartment.”

“Break in? I used the door,” you replied with a grin, as if that made it any better.

She didn’t bother answering that. Her gaze had already drifted past you, narrowing at the chaotic sea of boxes strewn around the living room. Some were sealed, others open, spilling out belongings - too familiar for her comfort.

“What is all this junk? Is that why you’re here?” she asked, already stepping closer. Her eyes scanned over trinkets, clothes, photos, each one tethered to a memory she hadn't been ready to revisit.

And then she saw it.

The teddy bear. The one she'd impulsively bought you on your first date, after you'd offhandedly mentioned never getting one as a kid. Her steps faltered.

You noticed. Of course you did.

You always noticed when it came to her.

Clearing your throat, you shifted on the couch, suddenly unsure of yourself.

“I’m not... returning your gifts,” you said awkwardly, scratching behind your ear. “Well - I mean. Kinda. The internet said that’s what I should do.”

She turned sharply, her expression unreadable.

“You’re what?”

“I did some research,” you explained, with a helpless little gesture. “You know. ‘What to do after a four-year breakup with someone.’ Step three: return sentimental items to gain closure.”

Lois blinked at you. “You’re kidding.”

It took less than a second before your composure cracked. Laughter burst from you like a wave, unfiltered and genuine. She couldn’t help the faint smile that pulled at her lips, even as she rolled her eyes and grabbed a throw pillow to hurl in your direction.

“Asshole,” she muttered, her aim decent, but your reflexes better.

You batted it away, still laughing, and she crossed the room with a grudging exhale. “Seriously. What really happened?”

“Flood,” you said simply, still catching your breath.

Her expression shifted instantly - brows furrowed, concern replacing irritation.

“Everything in storage got hit,” you added with a shrug. “I just... grabbed what I didn’t want to lose.”

She glanced again at the boxes. Her voice was quieter now, almost hesitant. “Most people would save appliances.”

You didn’t look away. “I was more concerned with what was irreplaceable.”

Her gaze flicked back to you. And stayed.

For a long second, neither of you said anything. The television continued playing behind you - Morticia and Gomez dancing across the screen, black and white shadows flickering over the furniture.

Lois felt her throat tighten.

She hated how easy it was to get lost in your eyes.

How natural it felt to have you here.

She forced a laugh, light and brief, as if that might dispel the weight in the air.

Instead, it only made it settle deeper.

“Don’t even start,” Lois warns, her tone sharp enough to draw a line.

You raise both hands in surrender, staying silent, letting her focus drift back to the contents of the boxes. A pause stretches between you as she kneels beside one, brushing her fingers over old photographs like they’re artifacts from a life she’s still trying to make sense of. She opens jewelry boxes with hesitant curiosity, chuckles at notes you'd once tucked into books and cabinet drawers, each one a tiny time capsule. There’s nostalgia in her movements, but also caution.

You finally stand, your body unfolding with a soft exhale. “I saved some of the food too,” you murmur, voice casual as you step past her, but closer than you need to. The couch offers plenty of room, but you take the narrow path, close enough to catch the sudden hitch in her breath.

“My aunt left a bunch of homemade stuff,” you add, heading toward the kitchen like you’ve done a hundred times. “And I thought, since it’s Wednesday and Lois Lane definitely hasn’t eaten a proper meal, I’d better bring something for my girl.”

You’re already rummaging through the fridge when the words hit her like a thrown stone. Lois crosses her arms tightly over her chest, trying to fold herself against the quiet thrum in her ribs.

“We’ve talked about this,” she says, stepping into the kitchen behind you. The room feels smaller now, too full of memory. “I’m not your girl anymore.”

You glance over your shoulder, feigning a wounded expression as you unpack a container with practiced ease. “Don’t be silly, Lois,” you reply, flipping open the lid. “Dating or not, you’ll always be my girl.”

You wink.

Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

She nearly chokes on the heat climbing her neck and face. She hopes - prays - you don’t hear the slight shake in her voice when she answers. “That’s not how this works, Y/N. We’re broken up. We need... boundaries.”

You stop what you’re doing. Close the microwave door, press a button. Turn to her slowly, leaning back against the counter with both palms braced behind you. The casual stance doesn’t hide the way your brow creases.

“We have boundaries,” you say, genuinely puzzled. “You told me not to call anymore. I haven’t. I don’t show up at the Planet. We don’t have date nights. We don’t even sleep together.”

Lois presses her fingertips to her forehead and groans softly. “Yes. Because we’re broken up!” Her voice echoes slightly in the tiled kitchen, her frustration rising.

You tilt your head at her, not quite getting it.

“That means,” she says firmly, pointing between the two of you, “you can’t just barge into my life whenever you feel like it. Not anymore. Tonight is an exception - because of the flood. That’s it.”

She gestures toward the boxes now, to the steaming container in your hand, to the unspoken rhythm you always fall back into so easily.

“We - as in the couple, the thing that was - don’t exist anymore. You don’t bring me your aunt’s home-cooked meals. That’s what you do for a partner, Y/N. And I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”

You sigh, arms folding across your chest now, your expression dimming with quiet defiance.

“That’s absurd, Lois,” you mutter. “Humans have the most ridiculous customs about ending relationships, I hope you know that.”

She scoffs despite herself, a bitter little sound as she shakes her head.

You hesitate, then add, more softly, “Besides... we only broke up out of convenience.”

Her head snaps up. "Oh, we did what now?”

You shrug, like you didn’t just drop a grenade in the middle of her kitchen. “I moved. We had zero time. Your job keeps you tethered to Metropolis. Mine doesn’t. Plus…” You raise an eyebrow. “You’ve got commitment issues.”

Lois lets out an incredulous laugh, her eyes wide. “Me? I have commitment issues?”

You nod solemnly. “Absolutely.”

“Wow. Just - wow.” Her arms fall to her sides, and she stares at you like she’s reevaluating her entire life.

You grin, playful now. “It’s okay. This is a safe space.”

She takes a threatening step forward. “I’m going to kick you out of my apartment.”

You burst into laughter, unbothered. She lunges to grab your shoulders, half-exasperated, half-laughing herself - but you're ready. You dig your heels in, refusing to budge. Lois underestimates the resistance and stumbles forward, catching herself only by grabbing the counter beside you.

Too close now.

Your hands are at her waist before either of you can pretend otherwise. It’s muscle memory. Dangerous and familiar.

“What happened to boundaries, Miss Lane?” you ask, your voice dropping, amused and almost tender.

Your eyes drop to her lips, slowly and deliberately. Lois exhales shakily, her hand still on the edge of the counter like she needs grounding. 

“I told you last time was the last time,” she says.

Your mouth is so close now that she can taste the breath between you.

“We’re not going to relapse,” she promises, though her gaze has already fallen to your lips, too. “Again,” she finishes, the word barely a whisper.

But neither of you moves away.

And when your lips brush hers, soft and fleeting, Lois summons every shred of mental discipline she has left.

She pulls away.

Firm and breathless, her body protests in silence - heat pulsing beneath her skin, heart pounding in her throat - but she doesn’t let it show. Not entirely.

You let out a quiet giggle, not teasing, just... disarming. You don’t press the moment further. Instead, you pivot effortlessly, moving to retrieve the food just as the microwave lets out its soft beep.

Lois leans against the doorway for balance, pressing a hand to her chest as if she could will her heart to slow down.

“Stop beating yourself up, Miss Lane,” you call over your shoulder, casual and light as you begin plating the food. “This is just dinner. Friends have dinner together.”

Lois laughs dryly and humorlessly, a breath caught between amusement and disbelief. “Friends usually don’t date for years. Or sleep together. Or break up. Not in that order, anyway.”

You shake your head, grinning to yourself as if her logic is merely technicalities. “Can you clear the table?”

She exhales in resignation at the subject shift, but she doesn’t argue. As you finish plating, she returns to the dining table in the living room, sweeping aside notebooks, a tablet, and some pens. The space between the two plates looks neat. Too neat. Like she’s preparing for something she doesn’t want to name.

You join her with the food, placing each dish down. Neither of you speaks right away.

It’s not uncomfortable.

Not at all.

You’ve had dozens of dinners like this before - quiet, cozy, sometimes exhausted, sometimes flirty. Lois eats like she’s starving, and in truth, she is. Her body finally relaxed enough to demand what it’s been denied all day.

Your aunt’s cooking tastes like memory. It fills the silence. There are a few mumbled complaints about work - Lois vents about her editor’s last-minute chaos, and you grumble about scheduling disasters - but eventually the rhythm slows again. The silence stretches, not quite as easy this time.

It lingers. 

You catch her stealing a glance at the boxes still cluttering the living room, then another glance at you.

She clears her throat.

“Do you plan on staying here?” she asks. Her voice is measured, casual on the surface, but too careful. “Because of the flood, I mean.”

You dab at your mouth with a napkin. “I was going to. But that was before you freaked out about my visit. Now I’m thinking I should find a hotel.”

Lois groans softly, rubbing her hand through her hair. “I didn’t freak out,” she argues, shooting you a look you know too well.

You smirk knowingly. She ignores it.

“I was just... serious,” she says, quieter now. Her voice carries the exhaustion she’s been holding back since the moment she walked through the door. “We need boundaries, Y/N. So we don’t keep hurting each other.”

You nod once, expression softening, eyes searching hers.

“It’s not healthy to pretend nothing’s changed,” she continues. “We ended things. Even if we’re... still us, in some weird way, we can’t just slip back into habits and ignore the fallout.”

You sit with that for a moment. Let the silence speak first. Then, gently:

“I feel, Lois,” you say quietly. “I know it might not seem like it. Like I’m just coasting through this, pretending we didn’t break up. But I feel it.”

Her eyes flick to yours. Vulnerable and guarded.

You offer a small, sad smile. “I guess I haven’t been showing that, huh?”

She doesn’t answer,  just swallows hard. You glance down, fingers fidgeting against the edge of the table.

“I know there are some things, some customs, that you have a hard time guessing or following right away, but I'd rather you ask. Instead of assuming everything's okay when it's not.”

A beat. You raise your eyes again.

“Okay. Then let me ask.”

Her posture shifts. She leans slightly forward, curious despite herself.

“Do you want me out of your life?”

Her face changes. Quickly. Like she didn’t expect the question to land so heavy. Lois looks away, heat rising beneath her skin. 

She crosses her arms and mutters, “Straight to the point. That’s great.”

“You told me to ask!”

“Okay, okay,” she says, waving a hand as she stands, like she needs physical space to respond. You watch her, but you don’t push. You wait. 

She paces slightly, only a step or two, then stops. Her shoulders drop. She sighs loudly and turns to face you again.

“I obviously don’t want you out of my life,” she begins, voice firm but raw. She lifts a hand preemptively when you open your mouth to respond. “But I don’t want to pretend I’m not hurt, either.”

You blink, gently stilling again.

“We were together for a long time, Y/N. And then suddenly... we weren’t. You were gone. You are gone, and I know you have to be, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped feeling your absence.”

She swallows. The words are thick. 

“I don’t want to pretend that it doesn’t upset me. That it didn’t break something. That there isn’t this distance now, and that it doesn’t matter.”

You stare at her like she’s the only thing in the room. You don’t move. You don’t interrupt.

“I want space to heal,” she says. “We decided to break up. We did it kindly. But if we want to stay kind - if we want to preserve anything real between us - we have to honor that decision. That means space.”

You lick your lips before you dare to speak.

“So… you want me to leave?”

Lois exhales. Slow, sad, and heavy.

“The thing is…” Her voice falters just enough to hurt. “I never wanted you to leave in the first place.”

Your breath catches.

“That’s the problem,” she adds, her tone gaining a bitter edge. “You left.”

“Lois-”

“No, come on,” she cuts in, shaking her head with a dry, humorless laugh. Her arms cross, a reflex to brace herself, like she’s afraid of what she might say next, or what you might say back. “Let’s be honest, yeah? I suck at relationships. I know that. I don’t date. I pull away. I shut down. I isolate myself when I should reach out. I’ve got baggage and walls and a thousand excuses.”

You open your mouth, but she doesn't let you interrupt.

“Well, Y/N, you leave.” Her eyes lock onto yours, unblinking. “That’s your thing. When things get hard, when they start to get real, you just… disappear. You step back. You leave.”

You’re quiet. The room seems smaller. Tighter. Like there isn’t enough air between the two of you, yet somehow, the silence feels vast.

“I...” Your voice barely escapes your throat. The protest dies on your tongue, unspoken. Because the truth is - she’s not wrong. You can’t look her in the eyes. You sigh instead, gaze falling. “I’m sorry.”

Lois huffs, no satisfaction in her expression. “Apologies don’t fix anything.”

“No,” you agree quietly, lifting your gaze back to hers. “But they’re what I can offer. Right now, at least.”

You straighten, standing slowly, and the distance between you shrinks. Neither of you moves, but the space feels charged now.

“I can’t undo what I did, Lois. I can’t rewrite the last few months, or pretend I was the girlfriend you deserved. I let my work come first. I let everything come first. But you- ” your voice breaks for a moment, your jaw tightening to stay steady, “you were always my person. Always.”

Lois’s throat bobs as she swallows hard. You can see the shine in her eyes before she speaks.

“I fucked up,” you continue, more quietly now. “I know I did. But I won’t lie and pretend my feelings disappeared. Because if we’re being honest? They haven’t. They won’t.”

She blinks slowly, and when her gaze meets yours again, it’s full of something heavy. Something raw.

“You can’t do this,” Lois whispers hoarsely, stepping toward you like her body has made the decision for her. “You don’t get to vanish for weeks and then show up with food and a kiss and tell me you still love me.”

“I haven’t said that yet,” you murmur, smiling softly.

She rolls her eyes, but it’s mostly to cover the way her hands reach out, finding your shoulders like they belong there.

“Yet.” Her voice is scolding, but she’s already too close for it to stick.

Then she kisses you.

And you melt.

It’s not rushed, at least not at first. Your mouths meet like a slow, aching memory, like you’re trying to relearn the shape of each other all over again. It’s deep and drawn-out, breathy and broken in places, full of unsaid things that bleed through parted lips and shallow exhales.

Lois’s hands are in your hair before you know it, nails grazing your scalp just enough to make you groan softly against her mouth. Your fingers tighten on her waist, tugging her closer until your bodies press together, heat chasing the space that had separated you for weeks.

For a moment, the world vanishes. The mess, the flood, the heartbreak - none of it exists. Only her.

Then she breaks for air, just barely, and your lips chase hers instinctively. Her breath catches - soft and sharp - and when she kisses you again, it’s hungrier and hotter.

Lois licks into your mouth with slow precision, and when your tongues meet, the sound she makes - a desperate, breathy whimper - is shamefully real. You swallow it.

The kiss deepens. Turns urgent. Her fingers tangle and tug in your hair with little grace, and your hands clutch her waist tightly, possessively. Needy. She presses into you, and your knees nearly give when her body meets yours that firmly.

You’re not sure when she started backing you up. You don’t even notice the couch behind you until the backs of your legs hit it and you fall back with a soft oof. The kiss breaks just long enough for you to look up and she’s already climbing into your lap.

Her mouth finds yours again, this time fiercer. Everything is spiraling faster now. Her breath ghosts against your cheek between kisses, her hands all over, gripping your shoulders, raking down your back, anchoring herself to you like she’s afraid you’ll disappear again.

You hold her like you never meant to let go.

Because maybe you didn’t.

Lois kisses you like she’s been holding her breath for weeks - and maybe she has.

In your lap, her thighs bracket your hips, her hands still threaded in your hair as her mouth moves against yours with growing desperation. There’s no rush in her rhythm, but there’s hunger in it; slow and certain, like she’s remembering what she already knows too well.

You don’t speak. Not yet. You just follow her lead.

Your hands slide over the curve of her waist, over fabric and memory, holding her like she might vanish again if you let go. Her hips shift subtly against yours, and your breath catches in your throat. She notices. She always notices.

When her lips break away from yours to trail along your jaw, you tilt your head instinctively, giving her more room, your pulse fluttering beneath her mouth. You can feel her sigh against your skin, warm and familiar, and it draws a shiver up your spine.

“Lois…” you whisper, but it’s half breath, half prayer.

“Shut up,” she murmurs against your neck, but there’s no heat in it. Just need. Just ache.

Your hands roam slowly now, reverently. Up the curve of her back, down her sides, memorizing her all over again. When your palms settle under her shirt and touch bare skin, Lois lets out a soft gasp that sinks straight into your chest.

“You okay?” you murmur, finally daring to speak.

She just nods, barely.

You lift her shirt only as far as she’ll allow, revealing smooth skin. Your mouth follows, pressing soft, open kisses along her ribs, her stomach, the edge of her bra. You worship with silence and lips, and she melts under the weight of it.

Lois’s fingers curl into your shoulders, grounding herself.

“This okay?” you ask again.

“Yeah,” she breathes. “Don’t stop.”

You don’t.

You shift just enough to let her straddle one of your thighs, guiding her gently with your hands on her hips. She groans softly at the contact, burying her face into your neck as she starts to move - slowly, hesitantly, testing herself against you.

You offer her only comfort. Still beneath her, letting her choose the pace. Letting her feel.

“You’re beautiful,” you whisper into her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ve missed you.”

Her movements stutter. Her arms tighten around you.

“I’ve got you,” you promise. Your hands slip beneath her waistband with practiced gentleness, and she doesn’t stop you. She just kisses you again - deep and aching, like she’s pouring every fractured piece of herself into the taste of your mouth.

You explore her with careful fingers, unhurried and soft, touching her like she’s precious. Like she’s not yours anymore, but you remember how to love her anyway.

Lois clutches at your shirt, breathing harder now, mouth trailing over your cheek, your throat, anywhere she can reach. When your fingers dip between her legs, finding her aching heat, she gasps and tilts her head back - her body trusting yours again despite every part of her trying not to.

“You’re doing so good,” you murmur, kissing her collarbone. “Just let go. I’m right here.”

Her breath comes faster. Her hips grind down, chasing rhythm, chasing release. You keep whispering soft encouragements, each word meant to soothe, to hold her steady, to remind her she’s safe with you.

“Don’t think,” you tell her gently. “Just feel. You deserve this. Let me take care of you.”

Lois comes with a strangled breath, clinging to you as she shudders apart. Her head falls against your shoulder, lips brushing your skin as a long sigh escapes her chest, relieved, spent, and vulnerable.

You wrap your arms around her tightly, pressing kisses to the crown of her head while she tries to catch her breath.

Neither of you says anything for a while. The only sound is the quiet hum of the television still playing in the background, forgotten.

Eventually, Lois shifts just enough to tuck her head beneath your chin, her body heavy with exhaustion. Her breathing slows, settling into something steady. You think she’s going to pull away. But instead, she lets herself rest against you, her limbs warm and limp, her cheek against your shoulder.

“I should… go to bed,” she murmurs, barely audible.

“You should,” you agree softly, but you don’t move. Neither does she.

A long beat passes. Her grip on you loosens, just slightly.

“You’re warm,” she mumbles, almost asleep now.

You smile.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper. And this time, you mean it.

You don’t say much after that.

Just the gentle shift of your arms around her, the way your hands cup the backs of her thighs to lift her without asking. Lois hums softly, too tired to argue, too raw to pretend she doesn’t melt into your hold like she’s always belonged there.

Her bed is still a mess of half-folded laundry and scattered notebooks. You clear just enough space with a quiet laugh, settling her down and tugging the blanket over her body like you never forgot how.

She reaches for your wrist before you can pull away.

“You staying?”

Your breath catches. You don’t answer right away, just brush a thumb over her knuckles and press a kiss to the back of her hand.

“I’ll stay,” you whisper. “Go to sleep, Lois.”

She doesn’t let go until she does.

-

The smell of coffee comes first.

Then, toasted bread. Then fruit - her favorite, chopped just the way she likes, not that you’d ever say it out loud.

Lois pads barefoot into the kitchen with sleep-mussed hair and warm skin, her nightshirt twisted around one hip and eyes still puffy from a dreamless sleep. The apartment is quiet, too quiet - and you’re not there.

Just a plate on the table. A steaming mug. A folded napkin with your terrible handwriting scribbled in blue pen.

“Got called in. Supervillain throwing tanks off the Starbridge, you know how it goes. Didn’t want to wake you - you looked too peaceful, and I’m not a monster.

Eat everything.

 - Your favorite alien.”

She stares at the note for a long time, expression unreadable. Then she sits and eats slowly.

She doesn’t cry.

Lois is used to people leaving.

She showers. Dresses. Applies her lipstick like armor and pulls on her boots with practiced ease, telling herself it was always going to be like this - that last night didn’t change anything, not really.

And then - 

The bedroom window creaks open.

And you crawl through it, covered in ash and soot and some sort of cosmic glitter that probably isn’t FDA-approved. Your suit is ripped at the shoulder, one of your gloves is missing, and there’s a faint trail of smoke rising from your hair. You’re breathless, and you look like you’ve just fought the universe with your bare hands and still came back for breakfast.

Lois freezes halfway to the door, her purse in one hand, keys in the other.

“You’re tracking dirt all over my floor,” she says dryly, but her voice is softer than it should be.

You grin, one eye squinting as you wipe at a smear of blood near your brow.

“Could’ve used the door,” you offer. “But I remembered something about boundaries?”

She crosses her arms, ignoring the way her heartbeat triples at the sight of you. “You did promise not to break into my apartment again.”

You glance back at the open window and shrug with faux innocence. “Technically, I climbed. No glass was harmed. Scout’s honor.”

“You were never a scout.”

“I’ve got the trauma to prove it,” you deadpan, limping slightly as you step into the apartment, your suit groaning with each movement.

Lois watches you for a moment too long. Watches the way you wince when you lower yourself to sit on the arm of the couch. Watches the way you’re trying to play it cool, despite the exhaustion in your eyes.

She clears her throat. “Don’t think I’m answering that boundary question.”

“Thought so,” you say, almost smug, like her silence is its own kind of intimacy. “You heading to work?”

“Was,” she mutters, grabbing her coat. “Then a superhero broke into my apartment and slowed me down.”

“Lunch later?” you ask, already halfway out the window again, balance impeccable despite the limp. “If I’m not buried under rubble again by noon?”

Lois hesitates, fingers tightening around the doorknob. You can see the moment she softens. It’s small - a twitch at the corner of her mouth. But it’s there.

“Just don’t bring another supervillain with you,” she says, not quite looking at you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you promise, then blow her a kiss as a new explosion echoes faintly from somewhere across the skyline.

And just like that, you're gone again - flying into the chaos, smoke trailing behind you, but Lois’s apartment still smells like toast and fruit and quiet hope.

She closes the door behind her, her heart still echoing the kiss she didn’t catch.

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Oh my gosh, wow.🥺

By Paiges_of_Art

[raven-ss]

[raven-ss]

charlize theron channeled every goddamn lesbian atom in her soul past present and ancestral every single time andromache breathed in quynh’s direction or when even just her name or memory was at play god it wasn’t acting it was invocation and for that she has earned my eternal undying sapphic reverence

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Galinda and Peaches vs Elphaba and Liir in Eternally Yours.

Galinda is a coddler and Elphaba is a survivalist, it’s not that deep XD

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Wanda: Babe, I'll call you at 9

Y/N: Okay

Y/N, at 9:01: All a woman do is lie

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𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 & 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐒

꩜ ۫ . SUMMARY :: you’re a baker who specializes in enchanted pastries. wanda visits your shop every morning and slowly begins leaving tiny, enchanted runes for you to find. when you finally notice, she asks you out with a cupcake she made herself.

꩜ ۫ . GENRE :: cozy, magical slow-burn with romantic tension and enchanted pastries.

꩜ ۫ . WARNINGS :: none, just very fluffy.

꩜ ۫ . WORDS COUNT :: 0.8k || masterlist

Red Velvet & Runes.

Your bakery wasn’t the biggest in Westview, but it had the best scent on the street—warm sugar, cinnamon, and something faintly floral from the lavender you always added to the morning loaves.

But what really made Moonrise Bakery special were the little spells you worked into your treats.

A lemon tart for focus. A cinnamon roll for courage. A red velvet cupcake for love—not a love potion, of course, just a gentle encouragement to open one’s heart.

You noticed her the third time she came in.

Wanda Maximoff. Always in the early morning, always dressed in soft layers, always ordering the same thing: red velvet, black coffee—with a small smile. She had this way of looking at things—like the world hurt to touch.

You weren’t sure what kept bringing her back: the cupcake, or you.

She never stayed long. Just a quiet thank you, a brush of fingers when she took the bag, and then she’d disappear back into the waking world, leaving you wondering if you'd imagined her entirely.

Until the seventh visit.

She picked up the cupcake box, turned it over, then paused. “What’s this?” she asked, tapping the small sigil you’d sketched in gold ink on the underside of the box.

You blinked. “Oh—uh, just a rune. For… comfort. I write them on certain orders.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Only certain ones?”

You flushed. “Ones that feel like they need it.”

She looked at you for a long moment. Then, to your surprise, her lips quirked into a smirk. “And you think I need comfort?”

“Maybe,” You said, meeting her gaze. “Or maybe I just want to see you come back.”

She didn’t respond right away, but when she did, her voice was quieter. “That’s a dangerous thing to say to a witch.”

You blinked. “You're a—?”

Wanda smiled. “Don’t worry. I don’t curse people who feed me sugar.”

The door chimed as she left.

The next morning, when you opened the shop, a folded note sat on the front counter. No signature—just a rune you didn’t recognize, drawn in red ink, and a message in careful handwriting:

"Your magic tastes like hope. Don’t stop."

You kept the note behind the register, folded neatly and tucked inside the recipe book you never used anymore. Her rune, that unfamiliar mark in deep red, still glowed faintly on some nights when the kitchen was quiet and you felt lonelier than you’d admit.

Wanda came every evening now.

Sometimes with stories, sometimes in silence. You’d close early for her, pretending you needed time to restock, but really, you just liked the way she leaned against the counter, or how her eyes followed your hands as you worked.

“I want to learn,” She said one night, sitting on the stool near the prep table.

You looked up from your mixing bowl. “Learn what?”

Wanda dipped a finger into a bowl of sugar, then made a rune with the crystals on the counter. It shimmered, pulsed faintly, before vanishing. “Your kind of magic. The edible kind.”

“You’re a chaos witch,” you said, laughing softly. “You bend reality. I just bake.”

She tilted her head. “But your magic heals people in quiet ways. I want that.”

You hesitated—then nodded.

Teaching Wanda was like trying to bottle sunlight.

She didn’t follow recipes; she felt them. She always cracked the eggs too fast, swirled the batter counterclockwise because “it feels right,” and once, she accidentally enchanted a tray of muffins to sing lullabies when bitten.

You teased her for days.

But then she asked you to stand behind her as she piped frosting on a red velvet cupcake, her fingers trembling slightly. You guided her hands, your breath brushing the shell of her ear. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just leaned back into you for a second too long.

And you knew.

She wasn’t just learning for fun.

She was learning you.

Later that week, you found a cupcake on your counter—perfectly frosted, topped with a rune you’d never seen before. When you bit into it, the world around you softened. Your chest lightened. The weight you’d been carrying for weeks melted away, like snow in the sun.

The rune was Wanda’s.

And it was made just for you.

That night, she returned after closing, no excuse or pretense this time.

“I think I’m falling for you,” she said.

You looked up from your dough-covered hands, stunned. “You put a rune in the cupcake.”

She shrugged. “I was nervous. I’m not good at talking about my feelings.”

You wiped your hands on your apron and crossed the kitchen slowly.

“You don’t need a spell to tell me how you feel, Wanda.”

Your hand brushed her cheek.

She leaned in.

And this time, neither of you pulled away.

💌 don't hesitate to share your thoughts on this !

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One day I went down the character x reader road for pure curiosity. It was a trap, there's no way back.

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Even After the Ending

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Note: Part 2 of A Place That Isn't Lonely

Y/N didn’t believe in fate—not really. But she believed in timing. And tonight felt like a cruel joke from the universe.

She hadn’t seen Elizabeth in almost two years. Not in real life, anyway. But Elizabeth was impossible to avoid. Billboards. Award speeches. Vogue covers. Her presence was global, magnetic, impossible to escape.

And yet, here they were.

In the same dimly lit art gallery in Brooklyn, pretending not to have history.

Y/N had come alone, just to support a friend’s exhibition. She hadn’t expected anything beyond polite small talk and cheap wine. She especially hadn’t expected her.

Elizabeth stood under a large canvas piece titled “Quiet Ache.” It was all muted oranges, deep twilight blues, and the messy kind of brushwork that looked like longing.

Y/N froze in her tracks.

Elizabeth’s hair was shorter now—wavy, darker. She was wearing a tailored cream coat and no visible makeup. She looked softer. More undone. More real. The world hadn’t stripped her down after all—it had maybe, just maybe, humbled her.

Elizabeth turned.

And then they both just stood there.

"Can we talk?"

There wasn’t a dramatic gasp. No one dropped a glass. Just silence. Thick, awkward, aching silence.

Elizabeth was the first to speak. Her voice cracked at the edges, like she hadn't said Y/N’s name aloud in months—but had been whispering it in her head ever since they ended.

They stepped outside, away from the crowd.

The city buzzed around them—taxis honking, laughter spilling from a nearby bar, footsteps clacking on the pavement. But around them, time slowed.

“You look…”

Elizabeth hesitated.

“…well.”

“I am,” Y/N replied, trying to sound firm. “Or at least, I’m better than I was.”

Elizabeth flinched at that. “You have every right to hate me.”

Y/N remembered the nights waiting for Elizabeth’s call from L.A., or London, or wherever the next project took her. The way she used to memorize time zones, just in case Elizabeth had a moment to say goodnight.

Y/N looked up at her. “I don’t hate you, Elizabeth. I just… stopped waiting.”

She remembered holidays spent alone because Elizabeth’s PR team didn’t think a “secret girlfriend” fit her brand image yet.

She remembered the final fight.

“I can’t keep disappearing to love you,” Y/N had said, suitcase open on their bed.

And Elizabeth had just stood there. Frozen. Too scared to fight.

“I didn’t know how to love you and be who they needed me to be,” Elizabeth whispered. “So I chose them. And I’ve regretted it every single day.”

Too scared to choose her.

Y/N felt her breath catch. “Why now?”

“Because I finally stopped caring what the world thinks. Because every time I win something, you’re still the only one I want to call. And because…”

Elizabeth’s voice cracked.

“…because I'm not whole without you.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “You left me in pieces.”

Y/N didn’t answer immediately.

“I know,” she said, stepping closer. “But I’m here now. Not asking for you to forget. Just… let me try.”

She looked at Elizabeth — really looked. And she didn’t see a celebrity. She didn’t see red carpets, or talk shows, or the Instagram-perfect life.

She saw the woman who used to press kisses into her shoulder on Sunday mornings.

The woman who once cried over an injured bird.

The woman who had loved her—but let fear drown it.

And now… maybe this was the version that had learned how to swim.

Y/N exhaled. “This time, I won't let you love me in the dark.”

Elizabeth’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Then I’ll stay in the light. For you.”

They stood on the curb, no cameras, no audience—just the two of them. A little older. A little bruised. But maybe finally ready to begin again.

Not from the start.

But from where they left off. And this time, not even fame could undo them.

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They mischaracterised me in an x reader

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A Place That Isn’t Lonely

Y/N never wanted fame. She liked quiet mornings, half-sweet coffee, and bookstores that smelled like dust and memories. But love doesn't ask you what you’re ready for—it just arrives, sometimes like a soft breeze, and other times like Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Olsen was everything the world wanted. The golden girl of film and fashion, her face lit up screens and headlines alike. And when Y/N met her at a film festival she was only at to support a friend, she hadn’t expected the spark. She especially didn’t expect Elizabeth to look at her like she was something she’d never seen before—and wanted to keep.

Their connection had been real, electric, and terrifying. Because from the very start, it was clear: Y/N didn’t belong in Elizabeth’s world.

They dated quietly for a year. Elizabeth begged to keep it private—not because she was ashamed, she insisted, but because the world was cruel and loud. And Y/N, despite the secrecy, understood. She didn’t want flashing cameras in their faces when they were just trying to order Thai takeout.

But the whispers came anyway. Blurry photos. Speculations. Headlines with question marks that didn’t need to be answered to sting.

They broke up the first time after Elizabeth’s movie premiered in Cannes. Y/N had flown in for it, thinking maybe they were finally past the hiding. But Elizabeth posed with her co-star—an A-list heartthrob—and when asked about dating rumors, she laughed, coyly saying, “You know I never kiss and tell.”

Y/N stood at the edge of the red carpet that night, surrounded by people, cameras flashing like fireworks. But inside, she had never felt so invisible.

Still, she returned. They always returned to each other. In hushed hotel rooms, in long text threads at 2 a.m., in stolen weekends in places no one knew their names.

The second breakup came because Y/N asked, “What are we, really?” And Elizabeth answered, “Something real, but something complicated.”

And maybe that’s all it had ever been.

Y/N became an expert in waiting—waiting for Elizabeth to call, to choose, to stay. Her days were full, technically—friends, work, events Elizabeth would drag her to—but none of it ever felt solid. She smiled for photos and laughed at parties, but inside, loneliness sat heavy like an anchor. Because even in crowds, she wasn’t *seen*. Not really. Not like Elizabeth had seen her in that bookstore years ago.

One night, after another public appearance where Elizabeth smiled for the world and pretended Y/N was just her “plus one,” Y/N walked out of the afterparty alone. Outside, people screamed Elizabeth’s name. Not hers.

She sat on a bench, heels in hand, dress crumpled, and for once, she let herself cry.

When Elizabeth found her an hour later, breathless and glittering in designer silk, she knelt in front of her and whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Y/N didn’t ask *for what*. There were too many answers.

“I don’t want you in the shadows anymore,” Elizabeth said, voice cracking. “But I’m scared.”

“So am I,” Y/N whispered. “But I’m also tired.”

That night wasn’t a fix. It wasn’t even a promise. But for the first time, Elizabeth laced her fingers through Y/N’s in public, not caring who saw. For once, Y/N felt like maybe she wasn’t disappearing in someone else’s light.

Because love isn’t just about being chosen—it’s about being kept.

And maybe, just maybe, Elizabeth was finally ready to keep her.

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hello!! absolutely am loving the ceo!wanda series SO MUCH. so I was thinking about how late nights at the office would be for reader and wanda. when it would be just Wanda there, and reader in Wanda’s big office, Wanda pouring whisky for her….

𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝚇𝙸𝙼𝙾𝙵𝙵 & 𝙲𝙾. — w. maximoff

author's note ; you guys have no idea how much i love this drabble, ugh ! ps : im posting requests in the order they came so pls be patient if i still haven't answered to your ask :)

Dim lights. Crystal glasses clinking. Her in a button-down with sleeves rolled up. You half-perched on her desk in heels and your own exhaustion — the aftermath of a typical stressful day at the company were now spent with you, in her office, accompanied with the insanely beautiful skyline view.

It's 11:48 p.m.

The office is mostly quiet but the only sounds are the soft ticking of the vintage clock on Wanda’s bookshelf and the low hum of the city outside her windows—skyscrapers twinkling like diamonds.

You end up sitting in her chair, kiicked off your heels to free your ankles from too much soreness. You curl your legs beneath you, your blouse now half-unbuttoned from the heat, stress, and the way Wanda looked at you earlier.

She moves across the room like a sin incarnate—slacks still, no jacket, just power. Raw and quiet.

“Whisky?” She questions, already reaching for the bottle.

You nod. “If it’s coming from you, I’ll take it.”

She smirks—slow, wicked.

“Careful,” She states, pouring. “You start talking like that, I’ll forget we’re still on corporate time.”

You take the glass, your fingers brush and it causes a tingling feeling in your stomach.

The drink burns a little, but in the good way. Like her attention, her smile or the way she leans against the desk with her own glass in hand and watches you like you’re the only thing she’s ever cared for.

You tilt your head, teasing, legs crossed over her desk. “Do you always pour whisky for your employees this late?”

The sokovian lifts a brow, amused. “Absolutely not, just the one I happen to be married to.”

You hum, swirling your glass. “Mmm. So it’s favoritism?”

“Oh, definitely.”

She steps closer. The desk lamp lights her face in gold. Her blouse is slightly unbuttoned now, just like yours, collarbone bare. She leans a hip against the desk edge—right beside you.

“And what does the favorite employee get in return?” you ask.

Wanda leans down.

One hand grazes your bare knee—slow, reverent. Her fingers curl slightly, not possessive but most likely promising.

“Whatever she wants. Anything. Everything.” She whispers, eye to eye.

You take another sip of the whisky, then slide one leg down from the desk table, foot brushing her ankle.

“And if what she wants,” You whisper back, “is to sit in your lap while the skyline watches?”

Her jaw flexes and God, it takes so much in you not to fold right on the spot.

She finishes her drink in one slow pull, then sets the glass aside. “I’d say…” Her hands slide beneath your thighs. “…you’ve never had to ask, sweetheart.”

And in the next moment, she’s pulling you from the chair into her lap, mouth brushing your cheek, hands spreading over your hips like she owns every tired, beautiful inch of you.

The whisky is forgotten, the city's skyline watches.

And inside that office, in the glow of her empire, Wanda Maximoff kisses her wife, the love of her life, you, like time doesn’t exist outside her arms.

. . .

[raven-ss]

Lavender Marriage — Truly, Madly, Deeply

Summary: The road to the wedding is chaotic and exciting. But love is hanging in the air as the day arrives.

Pairing: soft! Wanda Maximoff x fem! reader

Warnings(+18): fluff, Wanda x R being horny teenagers, teasing, suggestive pictures, Theodore Altman (Hulking) entered the chat, you are not longer the lost triplet of the Maximoff twins – you are their mother

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

A/N: I wanted the wedding to be longer but at the same time I think R and Wanda needed to skip straight to the honeymoon hehehe. The chapter is also a little around Billy but it’s cute. Enjoy! ♡

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Your phone buzzed.

But you remained unbothered. Wanda’s body wrapped around you, claiming her title as the ‘big spoon’ and both sleeping, tired of your recent activities in bed and with the sheets tangled over your naked bodies.

Then, it rang.

Wanda was the first one to react, hovering your body slightly to reach your nightstand and picking up your phone. Her eyes still close and her other arm pulling you closer as she answered the phone.

“Yes?” husky voice softly filling the room trying not to wake you up, your breath a steady rhythm beside her. Her brain woke up instantly at the sound of her son’s voice “Sweetheart, is everything okay? Are you alright?” she hummed, her eyes still refusing to open as she listened carefully and a yawn escaped her lips “She’s sleeping, want me to…” she hummed again as she started blinking lazily and yawning again “Okay, give me a second”

She nudged you gently gaining a whimper from you as you squirmed in bed and she tried again.

“My love, I’m tired” you said in your sleep and she chuckled softly.

“I know, malysh. But Billy is on the phone” she pulled you closer again and kissed your temple as you grabbed the phone and nuzzled her chest.

“William, I’m sleeping” you grunted taking the phone away from your ear and squinting at the screen and then putting it back on your ear “It’s midnight, dude”

“I know, wifey. I’m sorry” he let out a nervous laugh and you frowned with your eyes closed “Could you come outside? I need to talk to you”

He sounded nervous, like he was trying hard not to hold back and that was enough to wake you up. You sat on the bed, Wanda was already watching you. Both yawning as you rubbed your eyes.

“Outside? What happened? Are you okay?” you tossed the sheets and Wanda whined, you looked at her with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, I just need to tell you something”

Your frown deepened “And it can’t wait until the morning?”

“It’s the type of thing we confess at nights. Like the old times”

You yawned again, already walking to the closet to pick some clothes and hummed “Fine, give me five minutes”

You hung up and started dressing yourself with a pair of sweatpants and one of Wanda’s sweater. You didn’t even bother to wear underwear, the faster you went outside, the faster you would be back in Wanda’s arms.

It’s been a long time since you and Billy had your midnight escapades. Ever since you moved in with Wanda, they stopped. Billy tried to be respectful of your nights with his mother and you were too invested on your fiancée that you forgot about them.

In the past, you would call Billy for a midnight snack or he would come to you for the same thing. An excuse to just be the two of you, to talk with no one else around as your secrets filled the night. Things that you wanted the other to know and promising you would never judge.

You walked out of the closet and approached Wanda, she was already drifting away when you leaned and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll be back soon, my love” you whispered softly and she grabbed your arm.

“Do you want me to come?” you brought her hand to your lips, kissing her knuckles and letting her go.

“No, it’s okay. Billy just needs to talk” she hummed and yawned, already grabbing your pillow to hug it. A little action that meant she needed you close.

“Don’t take long”

“I won’t”

You leaned again and pecked her lips, a soft smile appearing on her face as you left the room. You kept rubbing your eyes trying to get rid of the sleep, yawning as you went downstairs with lazy steps and feeling your limbs heavy.

Billy’s car was parked outside the house, you jumped on the passenger seat and the smell of food filled your lungs as you also noticed a pair of slushies in the middle and then you found hazel eyes focused on you.

“Hey, wifey” he leaned and pecked your forehead “Ready for a ride?”

“A ride? I thought you wanted to talk” you said softly as you buckled your seatbelt.

“I do. Just- not here” you parted your lips to reply but he shook his head and gave you the lightning cable to connect your phone “Wait a little, please?”

You tilted your head as your eyes assessed him. His body was stiffed although his smile was still soft, his fingers were tapping nervously the wheel but his cheeks were flushed.

You sighed “Fine, but if your mother asks I never ingested sugar this late”

Billy chuckled and started driving.

(—)

It took you at least forty-five minutes to arrive to Coney Island. You decided not to pressure Billy and instead put on your conjoined playlist and sang your lungs out with him on the car.

He pulled out a blanket from the trunk and carried a bag of food and a bag with more drinks while you carried the slushies and pretending you weren’t stealing sips from his.

Both walked down the beach, the night and the sound of the waves crashing surrounding you as you picked a spot. Soon, Billy was placing the blanket over the sand and you helped him take out the food and offered him his half empty slushy that he knew you were drinking.

It took him a few more minutes to calm down his nerves. And you didn’t pressure, instead you started talking about the engagement party that was in two days and how ridiculous excited you were feeling. And he laughed when you mentioned getting Tommy in a suit or that you would kill Yelena if she wore one. You both ate the burgers he picked, he kept stealing your fries and you kept glaring at him.

For a moment, everything felt like you were back to normal.

“Okay, I’ve been trying to be patient but it’s killing me” you picked a fry and bit half of it “What is it? Are we killing someone? I bet it’s Pietro, I have my eyes on him too” you smiled at him reassuringly, letting him know whatever it was you would support him anyway.

He chuckled softly and shook his head while trying to steal another fry, ignoring when you smacked his hand playfully and did it anyway.

“It’s about the engagement party, actually” he said nervously, his muscles tensed again and you tilted your head furrowing your brows.

“Is something wrong? Is your mother calling off the wedding and I’m the only one who doesn’t know?” you half joked, the other half actually was terrified of that being the reason but Billy laughed again easing your nerves.

“My mother is chained to you. It’s not that” he took a sip of the remains of his slushy and sighed “I- I’ve been dating someone”

Your jaw dropped. Another half eaten fry shaking in your fingers as you tried to make sure you listened right. His cheeks were blushed with the deepest tone of red possible as he played with the fries and avoiding your eyes.

“You are dating someone” it wasn’t a question, it was a fact that was settling down on you as you said it. You threw yourself at him, forgetting about the food that was in between and making his back meet the blanket with your body over his as he yelped “What? Since when? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your cheerful tone made him relax under you and he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as you looked into his eyes. Hazel eyes were twinkling with excitement, although for a moment you were sure you saw a glint of fear and maybe he thought you would be upset.

“It’s new” he started when you finally climbed down his body and helped him sit back up. He scratched the back of his neck nervously but his lips twitched with a smile “You are the first one to know, I swear” he continued and you grabbed his hand giving him an encouraging squeeze “We started dating three months ago”

Your heart skipped a beat. Usually, you would know when the twins were hiding something. They were incapable of keeping secrets from you and yet, Billy managed to hide a whole relationship from you and you wondered if you were too invested with Wanda that you started to pay less attention to them.

But the way Billy was looking at you told you he kept it a secret because his fear of not lasting more than two weeks made him take the things slow.

In his mind, telling you made it real. If you knew, then it was something serious, something worth taking the risk.

He was loving and caring but always second guessed himself. He was a great son, a great brother and the perfect best friend, but he believed he was doomed to never find his better half. So when he dated, it always took him some time to actually announce it, fearing to become a burden if things didn’t go as planned.

“Is he handsome? I bet he is, but not as much as you” you said sweetly, caressing his cheek “I want to know everything, hubby! How you meet? What’s his name? Who asked the other one out? Although, I’m pretty sure he asked you out”

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, his nerves drifting away as you caressed the back of his hand. He let out a deep breath, like telling you this felt freeing and right.

“His name is Theodore Altman” he started playing with your fingers, occasionally locking them with his trying to ground himself “We met at the coffee shop close to work and yes, he asked me out”

You hummed “Teddy Altman, what a man! Let me see a pic”

He pulled his phone and opened instagram, soon he was showing you the picture of a beefy blonde man with piercing blue eyes. He was as beefy as Steve and his eyes were a deeper tone of blue than Tommy’s. He was smiling in that picture, almost seemed like he was laughing at some joke and he looked friendly, warm, the perfect match for Billy.

But of course, even when you were happy you would always turned into a protective little chihuahua.

“I bet I can knock him out” you grinned proudly and Billy shook his head as he laughed.

“He is taller than me” he stated and your grin widened.

“That has never stopped me” you shrugged “So I suppose he is coming to the engagement party and the wedding?”

“Well, I know you gave Thomas and I a plus one just in case but we RSVP solo but I don’t know if you…”

“Yes”

“I haven’t even…”

“The answer is yes” you cut him off and he giggled “I will deal with your mother and Kate for the sitting table chart and squeeze his name into the list” you leaned and kissed his cheek “But I have to ask, does he know about us?”

As much as the twins were dragged more times that you could count to your relationships in the past, you were also dragged into theirs. So the question was always there, would they mind the closeness between you two?

“Yes” he sighed and you tensed a little but he smiled “I mean, I never stop talking about you” he admitted with a chuckle “It was only natural to tell him. He doesn’t seem to mind”

You hummed and bit your lips nervously. The circumstances were different, you were marrying the twins mother but past has proven to you that there are psychos out there. Still, you decided not to say anything else about it.

If Teddy wanted something real with Billy, he would show it. And if he didn’t, his true colours would come out to play at the engagement party.

The two of you kept talking until the sun came up, a very upset Wanda was the one to remind you your bed was waiting for you as you could hear the pout on her voice. But she wasn’t really upset and you didn’t regret staying with Billy that late.

This time, there was something different about the way he talked. Something warmer and hopeful. Something really close to being madly in love but not there yet.

(—)

Wanda was looking at you through the mirror, her hands were over your abdomen and tugging the dress as if she was contemplating the idea of ripping it off your body. Based on the way she kept kissing your neck, she was weighing the option.

“My love, there’s a party waiting for us”

She hummed against your skin and you closed your eyes, the feeling of her lips against you was always intoxicating and grounding. They never failed to send chills all over your skin.

You both were in a room at the Nine Orchard, the place you chose to hold your engagement party. You were against on reserving a room, Wanda fucked the idea into you. And you knew this was the exact reason why she wanted a room in the venue – she was planning on dragging you back there in the middle of the event.

“Who is Theodore Altman, moya lyubov’?” she asked softly, turning you around as her hands grabbed your hips and your cheeks flushed “You thought I wouldn’t notice”

You scoffed “It was just a name you little control freak” you tugged the shoulder strap of her dress and played with it “But you will see soon enough”

Your arms wrapped around her neck and you pulled her closer, kissing her gently and trying not to smudge her makeup. She smile when you broke the kiss.

“You are not getting away with messing with the charts, detka” she teased and you chuckled.

“I think I will” you whispered against her lips “Because you will forget about it once I tell you” you kissed her jaw, leaving the kiss over her skin “that I will let you” you then kissed her neck and she whimpered “use the anal plug on our honeymoon” you kissed her collarbone and she moaned, pushing you back gently.

“You are joking” she said in disbelief.

“I’m not, you can start training me tonight if you like” you offered her a faux innocent smile and her cheeks flushed.

“He is that important huh? Enough for you trying to bribe me with that” you chuckled and she tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear “Fine, I’ll let it go for now. If I don’t like him, you will pay”

You bit your lip and pecked her lips “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both” she rolled her eyes playfully and pecked your lips one last time “Let’s go, I need to know who that is to claim my prize”

You laughed, following her out of the room as she walked with a quick pace down the hallway and calling the elevator. You both weren’t apart that long, as soon as you entered the elevator her arms were already around you and her lips back in your neck as she swayed your bodies together.

The Green House was already full with the people you invited by the time you walked in. You broke the embrace but kept holding her hand as you greeted the guests, listening to compliments and smiling politely.

The first engagement party was the day everything fell apart and at the same time it was the beginning. This one was truly a wholesome party where everyone that cared about you individually or as a couple was there.

Your stomach fluttered but with happiness instead of stress, your hands were shaking with excitement instead of nerves. And your beautiful bride to be was clung to your side as you chat with everyone.

Your eyes wandered the room, landing on a pair of silver haired men that had mischievous grin on their faces as they talked. You gave Wanda a quick kiss on the cheek and excused yourself to approach them.

“What are you two doing?”

They both jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly startled by your presence as they turned to look at you. Pietro leaned to kiss your cheek and Tommy grabbed you by the waist and kissed your temple.

“Nothing, princess” he shrugged and grinned “We are just betting on something”

“You look stunning, zolovka” Pietro added and placed his hand on your lower back.

Your head turned side by side trying to assess them both. They had their trouble face which only meant one thing: they knew about Teddy.

Pietro and Tommy loved messing with Billy, out of the three Billy was the one to always behave while Pietro and Tommy were the ones always in trouble. So they ended up teaming up just to mess with Billy for the fun of it.

“Betting on what? I want to join” you said as you grabbed a champagne flute from one of the waiters tray when he offered you a drink and took a sip as they shared a look “And well? Won’t you tell the future bride?”

“I- Well, it’s something silly, zolovka” Pietro laughed nervously and you looked at him, tilting your head and smirked.

“I really don’t mind” you said softly and then turned to Tommy, his cheeks were flushed as he took a sip from his own champagne “Thomas?”

“Princess, I- “ you blinked sweetly, looking at him with your enchanting eyes. The type of look he never said no to and he sighed defeated “Fine, look over there” he pointed with his finger across the room, Billy was talking with Teddy, you recognised his face instantly and he looked cute and nervous with his cheeks flushed as he laughed to whatever Teddy said “We are trying to know if they came together or if William just met him. Maybe I should go help him”

He started walking but barely took three steps away when you started laughing, a sinister laugh that made Tommy froze as you tugged his shirt by the neck and pulled him close with force he didn’t know you had in you.

Your other hand placed the champagne glass over the table near and you turned to also tug Pietro the same way. Both men swallowed when they saw your deadly eyes and cold smile.

“You both will listen to me very carefully” you said with a sweet tone, the type of sweetness that came out like a dagger “If I see you both… No, if I know you both messed with Billy and his date, I will make sure no one finds your bodies” you pulled them closer and they laughed nervously “Just because you two failed to find a date of your own, doesn’t mean you get to mess with his”

“But-but zolovka, it was just…”

“Zamolchi, shurin (shut up, brother in law)” Pietro swallowed. You learned that specific phrase to intimidate him and it worked every time “Leave him alone, am I clear?” they chuckled nervously again trying to get away from you but your grip was tight around their shirts “I said, am I clear?”

“Yes” they chorused.

You gave them one last look, both sets of blue eyes looked at you nervously and they were trying to smile at you to get on your good side. You squinted and both swallowed once again, not knowing what was coming next.

“Detka, why are you terrorising the children?” Wanda appeared behind you, taking in the scene before her as her twin and son looked at her asking for help but she just smirked.

You let them go and they panted like they were holding back their breaths for too long. You turned to look at your fiancée and smiled warmly at her, grabbing your glass again and pulling her close to you by the waist.

“Nothing, just keeping them in check” you pecked her lips and hummed “Come on, let me introduce you to Teddy”

“Wait, you know him?” Tommy asked looking at you in disbelief.

“Not personally, but I know who he is” you shrugged and smirked “Billy is my best friend”

“I’m your best friend” he said offended “and his twin, why didn’t he tell me?”

You let go of Wanda and caressed his cheek, a shiver ran down his spine as he noticed your mocking grin.

“You are also my best friend, but you mess too much with him” you said softly and kissed his cheek “Now be mama’s good boy and do what I told you”

“You are not mama yet” he pouted and you chuckled.

“One more week and I’ll have the power to ground your ass” you grabbed Wanda’s hand “See ya boys”

Wanda followed you, chuckling softly. You were walking with a determined pace and she looked at you curiously, following your gaze and finding her other son giggling with a tall blonde man she had never seen before. It didn’t take her very long to figure it out and she smirked.

“Hey hubby!” you greeted cheerfully when you were close, Billy looked at you with his cheeks flushed but opened his arms to hug you.

You kissed his cheeks and gave him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder just to turn to face the mythical Theodore Altman.

You hesitated for a second, your eyes assessing him quickly as he squirmed under your gaze and his cheeks flushed. You tilted your head, deciding your next movement and bit your lip nervously. But then you threw yourself at him and he gasped, wrapping one arm around you as his other hand was holding his glass.

He had a woody scent mixed with something leathery. For someone his size, he seemed to be shrinking under your arms nervously. He definitely didn’t expect such a warm welcome and to be honest, neither did you.

But there was something shining in his eyes when you looked at him, a shift in the air that felt different. You’ve met Billy’s exes in the past, they weren’t bad but they also never were that sweet. It took you one quick glance at Teddy to feel warm, to feel like something was right.

Wanda took the time to greet her son, both were watching you interact with a man that was almost three times your size and the way your energy made him look small anyway. Like he was scared but enchanted with you.

“So that’s Teddy Altman” Wanda whispered in her son’s ear and he looked at her stunned and with his cheeks flushed “Sweetheart, I know the guest list backwards, she’s not as sneaky as she think she is” she laughed softly and caressed her cheek “Plus, she just threatened your brother and your uncle” Billy smiled softly but then pursed his lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, mom” he said softly but Wanda shook her head and cradled his jaw.

“Are you happy?” Billy nodded and his eyes twinkled with excitement “Then that’s all I care about” he leaned and kissed her cheek.

You finally let Teddy go, his cheeks were flushed when you looked at him again and smiled warmly. He scratched the back of his neck nervously and Billy walked to grab his hand.

“I think I told you about this one girl” Billy teased grinning at you “that I call my wife and apparently now is a hugger”

You rolled your eyes playfully, your arm wrapping around Wanda’s waist and pulling her closer.

“I’m sorry Teddy” you smiled at him “Was that too much?”

His grip tightened around Billy’s fingers as he realised who you were and the sudden interaction made more sense.

“No, not at all” his voice was deep and masculine, and still sounded nervous “I’m Theodore Altman, you must be Billy’s mom” he looked at Wanda nervously, noticing the way you were clung to her and giving away her status of your fiancée if the white dress she was wearing wasn’t enough. He offered her his hand and Wanda shook it gently.

“I am” she smiled softly and let go of his hand to grab your waist again “I want to say I heard a lot about you but William kept you hidden”

Billy blushed “Mom” he sounded like a little kid and pouted.

“My love, let our child be” you chuckled “(Y/N) by the way” you smiled at Teddy “But I think we are past introductions, I already crossed the line”

He laughed softly, his muscles relaxing as you and Wanda kept smiling at him warmly. A feeling of acceptance creeping into his heart.

“It’s okay, it’s better than what I expected” he admitted, his cheeks still burning.

You tilted your head “And what did you expect?”

“Based on the way Billy talks about you” he pointed at Billy with his head and smiled “I expected a jealous friend trying to mark territory”

Wanda laughed next to you as your jaw dropped. You looked at her and then back to Teddy with mock-offence.

“I- I would not!”

“Moya lyubov’ you are very protective over Billy” Wanda teased and you pouted, looking at her with puppy eyes “Don’t be like that, detka. You know you are”

“You know, Theodore, I was starting to like you” you teased wearing a playful smirk but he swallowed “Don’t be nervous, I don’t bite”

“She does” Wanda and Billy said in unison and chuckled, you rolled your eyes.

“Why don’t you two go mingle somewhere else, hm? Teddy and I have a lot to talk about” you let go of Wanda and locked your arm with Teddy’s.

“I’m not leaving you alone with him, wifey. You are dangerous” Billy smirked.

“Oh please! What’s the worst that could happen? He joining my never ending army of men?”

“That’s exactly what will happen” Wanda chuckled but grabbed her son’s arm “Come on, William. We have to talk anyway”

You watched them leave and you turned to Teddy, his nervous smile came back as you grabbed two more glasses of champagne and offered him one.

“You okay there?” you teased and took a sip.

“Yeah just- meeting the family is never easy” he shrugged trying to seem casual “Congratulations on the engagement by the way” he sip his glass, seeking the grounding that the alcohol wouldn’t give him.

“Oh that’s so sweet! Look if you don’t want we don’t have to talk” you offered gently, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze “I know how it feels being wrapped with the Maximoff energy the first time”

He laughed, a genuine laugh “It’s okay. Anything for the bride right?”

“Oh, Teddy. You and I will get along just fine” you smirked.

(—)

You ended up laughing until your stomach hurt and you were afraid to pee yourself. Teddy Altman turned to be extremely hilarious.

He told you he owned the coffee shop where he met Billy, that it took him months to ask him out on a date and that it took Billy weeks to decide to make it official.

He asked about how you met Billy and if it was through his mother. His cheeks flushed when you explained the whole thing and he said Billy mentioned some things but he wasn’t sure if he heard right. Not once did he judge.

And he started warming himself up into your heart. Showing you sneaky pictures of Billy napping on his bed, he told you he had two cats, and your bond was set when he said he loved ‘How I Met Your Mother’ and he was rooting for Barney and Robin to be endgame.

Teddy also was enchanted by you. Of course he heard Billy talked about you for the last three months, noticing the glint of his eyes when you messaged him or when he mentioned your name. He would be lying if he said that it didn’t cross his mind the thought of Billy actually being in love with you.

But in that moment, as you told him about Billy fighting for his best man suit and called him a diva making Teddy laugh very loudly, he saw the appealing of you.

You were funny and cute as you bombarded him with questions, acting as a protective sister over Billy but also trying to ease Teddy around you. He caught you throwing glances at your fiancée, noticing the way your eyes twinkled when you saw her, it was a different spark from the way your eyes shone when mentioning Billy.

He understood why he loved you so much and he could only hope to stick around for a long time to appreciate your bond even more. Maybe even be your friend too. Because you seemed to be the type of friend that wouldn’t let him down.

At some point, Tommy approached. His body stiffed and arms wrapping around you protectively as he assessed Teddy carefully, trying to decide if he was a threat or a friend.

But Teddy tried to hold back a chuckle when you started calling Tommy out, scolding him and telling him to be polite. Watching the way his boyfriend’s twin also melted around you, calling you princess and trying to keep you from killing him on spot.

And Tommy was loud and chaotic, but you kept him in check every time he tried to mess with Teddy and making sure he didn’t scare Teddy away. Surrounding Teddy with a very protective feeling.

Tommy ended up easing up, maybe he threatened Teddy a little. After all, Billy was his twin. The only one that was allowed to make him cry was Tommy and you, maybe you had more right but Tommy wouldn’t say that out loud. And then he proposed to have dinner together once you were back from your honeymoon, to which Teddy agreed and offered to host.

That was enough to warm his way into Tommy’s heart. Tommy was easy, he just needed food to be bought. And you smiled softly and agreed to the arrangement.

Slowly, you introduced Teddy to the family once Billy got back. You knew your family was overly-protective and chaotic and very intimidating when they wanted, so you showed your support to Billy by helping him ease around everyone.

Yelena just stared a Teddy for a long time until she decided to shake his hand. Kate was extremely excited to have ‘new meat’ in the group and welcomed Teddy warmly. Pietro behaved because you were close and for someone your size, you were really scary. The rest of the family was Billy’s to handle, the grown ups part was easier than the children.

And you found your way back to your fiancée. Not once did you stopped glancing at her across the room. Your arms instantly wrapping around her waist as you stole her away from some guests just to drag her to some corner to kiss her and making her giggle as you looked like a horny teenager trying to hide as if neither of you stood out.

One more week, you thought.

(—)

The night before the wedding was a punishment sent from hell. Or at least, created by the monsters you called friends.

You were curled up with Wanda in the TV room when it happened. Your bodies were tangled, a soft blanket covering you as Wanda rubbed circles on your back and your head rested against her chest.

It felt like any other night as you two watched a movie, teasing each other and making out. Except, it wasn’t any other night but the one before the wedding.

You were basically hours away from marrying the woman of your dreams, a giddy feeling creeping up your body as the minutes passed. And Wanda tried to soothe your nerves, feeling over the edge herself. But everything was going fine until the family appeared.

Thomas burst into the TV room, startling you both and you growled when you saw him – regretting the moment you and Wanda gave him a key. He was followed by Billy, Pietro and surprisingly, Natasha. You could only assume the girls were somewhere near.

“What are you all doing here?” you huffed and Wanda’s hand tightened around your waist, already having an idea of the sudden intrusion.

“It’s your last night of freedom!” Pietro whooped and you glared at him.

“That would mean I’m chaining myself” you whimpered and Wanda chuckled, kissing your cheek.

“That’s true. No freedom, you are already chained” Pietro smirked and you huffed “But the night before the wedding”

You turned to straddle her lap and held onto her as the four of them started walking to the sofa. Wanda’s fingers were trailing down your back as you hid your face in the crook of her neck.

“Milashka, get off her lap” Natasha said smirking, her tone commanding but teasing as she sat right next to you. You growled and held your fiancée tighter. Natasha leaned closer and you squeaked softly and her smirk widened “Don’t make me say it again. I hate repeating myself”

“We are watching a movie” you pouted and Tommy whistled behind you.

“Auntie Nat, teach me how to do that. I’ve only seen mother keep her in check that quick” Tommy teased and you turned to flip him off as the older women chuckled softly.

You went back to your position in Wanda’s lap and your hands grabbed her tighter. You started connecting the dots and you were planning to hold on tight to your fiancée.

“Milashka” Natasha warned, her eyes slightly darkened and you pouted and shook your head “I’m asking nicely” she continued and Wanda chuckled.

“Leave her alone, Nat” she said softly, her own hand grabbing you tightly.

“Yeah, leave me alone, Natty!” you pouted and Natasha got even closer, another squeak left your throat as your cheeks flushed.

“Fine, I’m done playing nice” she sighed and the smirk came back when she looked at the twins “You can take her”

Tommy’s hands lifted you with ease, throwing your body on his shoulder and patting your calves as you started to throw a tantrum.

“I will kill you, Thomas Maximoff! Put me down!” you looked up, finding Billy’s hazel eyes as he smirked “What are you doing there? Help me!”

“Sorry, wifey. I will have to pass” he shrugged and walked towards his mother “See you tomorrow, mom” he kissed her forehead and Wanda sighed.

“Is this truly necessary?” she asked looking at Natasha as Pietro was already searching for another movie.

Natasha shrugged “I wasn’t there for the last wedding, but I bet you didn’t spend the night with Vis, did you?”

Pietro snorted “Those two never spent a night together, it took them whole two years to master the appearances”

You huffed again and punched Tommy in the back but he just laughed.

“This is stupid, we already live together” you grunted.

“Yeah, yeah. Princess, give it up. It’s happening” Tommy smiled at his mother “See you tomorrow, mother. I promise she will make it on time”

“There’s really no way we can get away from this?” Wanda asked, still trying to get rid of them but a part of her was already giving up knowing if she fought that much Pietro would give her the same treatment you were getting.

“Nope” Natasha popped her lips and took away the remote from Pietro’s hand “Have fun, milashka. I will look after your mommy” she smirked when you looked at her and instinctively, you flipped her off.

Your eyes widened when your actions dawned on you, Natasha was already off the sofa and grabbing your chin to make her look at her as your cheeks flushed.

“Nat-“

She tutted “You really are lucky I find you cute” she leaned closer, her breath hitting your skin “Otherwise, I would have to tame you. I really don’t like brats” Wanda smacked her best friend’s thigh but Natasha ignored her “Apologise, milashka”

“I- I’m sorry, Nat” you stuttered and she smiled proudly.

“Good girl”

You swallowed and looked at Wanda, your fiancée already smirking as you pouted.

“Don’t look at me like that, you misbehaved, detka” she shrugged but stood up and moved Natasha aside to grab your face “It’s okay. One more night and I’m yours for the rest of my life” she kissed you gently, you tugged her tee and she giggled against your lips “I know, moya lyubov’, I hate this too”

“I hate them, we should uninvite these assholes” you growled and they laughed as Wanda pecked your lips again “You better miss me”

“I already do”

“And I expect a good night message”

“Of course I will”

You sighed and gave her one last kiss “I love you, my love. See you tomorrow”

“See you tomorrow, krasivaya devushka (pretty girl)”

She gave your hand a gentle squeeze and watched you leave over Tommy’s shoulder. Billy closed the door behind him and she sighed as she sat next to Natasha.

“You could’ve told me” she said softly as she tugged the blanket and Natasha chuckled.

“Would you have said yes if I did?”

“No but-“

Natasha turned to look at her, a warm smile on her face as she grabbed her best friend’s hands between hers and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Wands, tomorrow it’s not another day. You are actually marrying the one you love” Natasha caressed her cheek and Wanda smile softly “So let us make it special for you, okay?”

And Wanda nodded, because you both were acting like the wedding was any other day but the way her heart fluttered made her realise it wasn’t.

She was already home. But tomorrow, she was closing the deal.

(—)

You kept your scowl during the ride to Yelena’s apartment. You held onto it during the first movie and refused to sit on Tommy’s lap but ended up in between him and Billy. It only went away when Kate gave you snacks and a soda because they weren’t planning on getting you wasted.

That night you ended up sleeping over Tommy’s chest on the sofa, his arms wrapped around you as Billy slept on the floor. And you complained about your sleeping arrangements, mentioning you had a very comfortable bed back home and the four of them ignored you.

Kate woke you up at nine in the morning, dragging you to the bathroom to take a shower as Yelena made breakfast and fought the twins until they woke up.

With the morning, the nerves arrived – spiking up by every minute that passed. Wanda messaged you good morning but not even that was enough to ease you. Last time you didn’t make it this far, there was nothing you could compare the situation to and calm down. Everything was new and exciting.

So you tried to focus on the small things to keep you away from puking. Like the way the drops crashed against your skin, the way the twins and Yelena kept bickering over breakfast or the way Kate tried to make you eat something while the rest took turns to get ready to leave for the venue.

By eleven all of you were already running late and the nerves were still spiking up. It turned worse when you arrived to the New York Botanical Garden and entered your bridal suite followed by the girls and the twins.

You barely downed some food, afraid that of you did you would just throw up. But Kate made the extra effort to keep feeding you small things and most importantly, keeping you hydrated.

The makeup artist and the hairstylist were already there when you arrived, the makeup artist was working on you as the hairstylist was on the other room working on Wanda. And your body was asking you to go and find her, she would know how to calm you down.

Little did you know Wanda was equally nervous as she kept watching Pietro and Natasha watching videos since they still had time.

After a couple of hours, everyone started to get ready around you. The makeup was taking a little longer because you kept shifting on your seat and kept apologising for it. The woman before you smiled and told you she didn’t mind.

Brides were always nervous, she said.

Steve appeared on your suite an hour later, when the hairstylist and the makeup artist swapped places. He smiled softly at you, noticing the way you kept bouncing your leg anxiously and how your fingers kept tapping over the armrest of your chair.

He greeted the twins that were already in their suits as Kate and Yelena were helping each other with the zipper of their dresses. And he approached you and look at you through the mirror, you tried to smile but your lips trembled and he walked in front of you, noticing the way your eyes were glazed.

“Hey, what’s wrong kid?” he asked softly, the twins already turning their heads to look at you and Steve shook his head to stop them from approaching.

“Wha-what if she changes her mind? That could happen right?” you stuttered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to leave your eyes and he offered you his handkerchief.

“Well, I don’t think that’s going to happen, kid” he smiled softly, trying to be very careful with his words before he sent you to the edge “Are you having second guesses?” you pouted and shook your head softly “Then why would she?”

“Because… I don’t know, what if she does? I don’t know if she woke up happy or nervous or ready to escape the country” you said with a broken voice that made Steve’s heart dropped as he threw you a confused look “The twins kidnapped last night” you murmured.

Steve glared at the twins. He usually was calmed around them, but you were on the edge of crumbling with anxiety and his protective side took over.

“Twins!” he growled and Tommy hid behind Billy.

“It was Natasha’s idea!” they chorused and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing and looking back at you. His eyes softening when they met yours.

“If it helps, I will go check on her, yes?” you nodded and he grabbed your hand “But I’m pretty sure she’s as excited as you are” your lower lip trembled and you wiped the tears away before they ruined your make up “Before I go, you asked for me. What happened? Was it this?”

You giggled softly, relaxing just a little and shook your head.

“Would you walk me down the aisle?” you asked softly, your cheeks flushed as he looked at you stunned.

Everything was running smoothly, everyone knew what to do except you didn’t have someone to walk you down the aisle. Last time, that was supposed to be your father’s job. But he died and he wouldn’t even show up if he was still alive. And of course your grandpa was coming but somehow it didn’t feel right. So you thought of Steve and that felt like the only reasonable choice.

“A-are you sure?” he stuttered, his cheeks slightly blushing and his blue eyes already glazed with tears “What about you…”

“No” you cut him off, grabbing his hand and squeezing it gently “I’m still here because of you” you whispered, the flashback of him standing in front of you after he shot your father came back and faded away quickly. His grip tightened around your hand “You are my family, even when I fight you any chance I get” he chuckled softly “But the last few months, you have been there for me. You didn’t know who I was, I know you were doing it for Wanda, but…”

“But I ended up staying because of you, kiddo” he admitted with a soft smile and a tear rolling down his cheek “Thank you for making me part of this special day” he caressed your cheek and leaned to kiss your forehead “I love you”

“And I love you, old man” you smiled again “Besides, I need a getaway car just in case Wanda leaves me before it starts” he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“She won’t but it would be my pleasure to be the driver” he kissed your knuckles and gave you a final squeeze “I’ll be right back, okay?”

(—)

Yelena was running impatiently down the aisle. The garden was packed and waiting as she stood up in front of everyone with a nervous smile.

“Sorry, fellas. The brides are taking a little longer” she said nervously “But we will start in a few minutes”

She left faster than she arrived as the air filled with murmurs trying to figure out what was happening. She walked inside the building as the whole family was pacing nervously.

“Well, I bought us some time. Anyone was able to reach them?” she breathed out.

“I have (Y/N)’s phone” Billy said frowning and Natasha showed Wanda’s.

“The hell they are? Who was the last one with them?” Vision asked biting his nails nervously as Stephen patted his shoulder.

They all looked at each other. For a moment, everyone was in the room with each of you and they kept coming and going and none of them were sure who was the last one.

And then, Pietro started to laugh gaining everyone’s attention.

“They did it” he chuckled and Yelena tilted her head “They really did it”

“They did what, Pietro?” Natasha asked irritated and Pietro shook his head, still laughing “Pietro” she warned but the silver haired man wasn’t stopping.

“Okay, okay” he said between laughs and making the family stop before they came after him “A week ago I teased them about kidnapping them the night before” Natasha and Yelena rolled their eyes but Pietro was trying to control his laughter “And Wanda told me they wouldn’t be able to be apart for that long, so…”

“Oh god! You are joking” Natasha said and chuckled when she realised what was happening “Yeah, I know where they are. Gentlemen, I suggest you stay right here”

(—)

Your giggles filled the back of the car as Wanda was fighting your dress to get between your legs.

“Detka, you look perfect but this has many layers” you giggled again when she huffed “I’m ripping it off”

“No!” you chuckled and grabbed her face, pulling her close you you and kissed her “I still want to have something to wear for the wedding”

Wanda sneaked into your suite when everyone left for the final touches. Stephen was officiating the ceremony, so you really weren’t that stress about not being on time. Still, you tried to convinced her that was a bad idea as she seduced you out of the bridal suite and you both ran to the car rental you booked to take you to the airport later.

So now your lipstick was slightly smudged as much as hers after a very long and heated make-out session. And your underwear was damped as much as hers but she was failing to get very far with your dress on her way.

She kissed you desperately again, your tongues already familiar with each other as they swirled around and her hands cupping your breast over the dress and you moaned.

Then a knock on the window broke you apart and you giggled with your cheeks flushed as Wanda grunted, turning around and finding Natasha and Yelena looking at you both with knowing smirks. You patted her back and she groaned.

“At least we tried” you chuckled and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“We didn’t try enough” she pouted and you kissed her one last time, Natasha knocked again on the window and Wanda huffed “Fine, fine. We are coming”

“Oh no, my love. You are coming later” you winked at her and she blushed. You pecked her lips “Come on, let’s get married”

Wanda reluctantly opened the door and grunted when her eyes met Natasha’s. Yelena helped you out of the car, steadying your body when your left leg trembled a little.

“Were you trying to run away?” Natasha teased and Wanda groaned again.

“I was trying to have a moment with my future wife” she said already walking back to the venue and Natasha chuckled.

“Keep it in your pants, Wands. Your honeymoon is for that” Natasha winked at you over her shoulder and your cheeks flushed, your grip tightening around Yelena’s arm and she yelped.

“Burunduk” Yelena warned and you offered her an apologetic smile.

“Sorry” you murmured.

The four of you walked inside the building and Pietro was still laughing while Vision, Billy, Tommy and Steve were blushed and Stephen remained unbothered – he was also wearing a knowing smirk.

You smiled at them shyly and Wanda was still wearing a scowl. You approached her and her eyes softened when she saw you and you smiled softly.

“Just a little more, my love” you whispered and she pouted “Come on, give me a smile” her lips twitched a little and you caressed her cheek “Aren’t you happy to marry me?”

“I am but…”

You tutted “No buts, let’s do it and then” you leaned closer to her ear “we are joining the Mile High Club” you whispered softly and she grinned, offering you her hand when you pulled back, you chuckled and shook it “It’s a deal then”

“Okay everyone, let’s get this started!” Wanda commanded and clapping her hands “I have a prize to claim, come on!”

(—)

Stephen was officiating a very wonderful ceremony, some people were tearing up, you were sure Pietro was one of those people even when he was trying to look tough. But your eyes were set on your beautiful bride.

Wanda’s eyes were glinting with love, the pair of green eyes that always hypnotised you. After all this time, after everything you went through, her love never faltered. You were holding her hand, trying to listen to Stephen and failing as a tingle kept creeping up your arm and playing with her fingers.

“Who wants to start?” Stephen asked softly, his eyes dancing between you two and smiling when he noticed the way your cheeks were blushed “Wanda?”

She chuckled nervously, her body turning to fully face you as you mirrored her. You gave her a gentle squeeze as she took a deep breath trying to calm down her nerves. She cleared her throat.

“The first time I saw you, I thought I had to memorise your face before you vanished from my life” Wanda started, her voice steady despite the nerves in the pit of her stomach “And I thought I was lucky to run into you. But the second time I saw you, I knew you were meant for me” your heart fluttered and her grip tightened “By the third time, I was already madly in love with you, even when I wasn’t sure it was love” she licked her lower lip, one of her hands letting you go and caressed your cheek as you leaned into her touch “You are the light in a dark room. You are the air that I breathe. You are my hopes and dreams” she bit her lip nervously and you gave her another gentle squeeze and she smiled at you “I can’t promise you I will be perfect, I’m far from it. But I can promise you to always be there, to always fight for us, to never leave you, to always love you even when things get tough” tears filled your eyes, and even when you were trying to hold them back it was impossible to do so “You are the love of my life and now I know it wasn’t luck, I found you because we were meant to be” Pietro gave her the ring and her hand was as shaky as yours “Always and forever, moya lyubov’” she placed the ring on your finger, the only ring you moved from there was the promise ring that now was sitting in your middle finger next to the engagement ring and the wedding ring.

Your lips trembled and Stephen tutted before any of you leaned to kiss each other, knowing you both needed to do it but you also were grateful he stopped you because the kiss would make you forget your own vows.

“Well, there’s no way I’m topping that” you chuckled softly and the room laughed, your eyes never leaving Wanda’s “It’s been a really chaotic year” you started “I met you at my worst and you loved me back then” Wanda smiled reassuringly “Wanda Maximoff, you’ve been putting my life upside down even before I met you. You gave me a pair of twins that made an effort to drive me crazy” she chuckled softly along with the room “but they led me to you. And I’m grateful they supported this love, because my heart belonged to you ever since that first night” you sighed, trying to ease your nerves and to remember your vows that now seemed like a foggy memory thanks to your nerves “We built the most beautiful, chaotic and silly family that has boundary-issues” you smiled and her eyes filled with tears “But in your arms, I found my home, the safest place on earth. You truly are the love of my life, the woman that keeps taking my breath away and making my heart skip a beat when I see you” you swallowed nervously “I’m not perfect either but I promise you to always make you laugh with my silly jokes” she chuckled as her cheeks flushed and a tear rolled down her cheek “I promise you to always fight for you, to evolve with you, to nurture our love each and every day for the rest of my life” you pulled her closer and she gasped “I promise you to end our fights with kisses, to start our mornings with cuddles, to never leave your side no matter what” Billy gave you the ring “but most importantly, I promise to love you until the day that die, and if there is a life after that, I promise my soul will find you in the next one” you grabbed her hand, you were no longer shaking but hers was “Always and forever, my love” you put the ring on and threw Stephen an impatient look.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully.

“By the power vested in me by a very sketchy website” you glared at him and he chuckled “I’m joking, geez. The power vested in me by the State of New York, I pronounce you Mrs and Mrs Maximoff. You may kiss…”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, your fingers already tugging Wanda and clashing your lips together. Everyone cheered but the noise was muffled by the feeling of Wanda’s lips over yours.

You were sure there were sparks around you, the kiss felt like magic. Soft and gentle but tainted with desperation and desire. And if fairytales were real, you sure were living yours. Almost feeling the way your bodies levitated in the room, freezing in time with nothing but love.

And the past seemed now far away. All the trouble, all the problems, everything was locked outside in that moment. Wanda always had the power to muffle the world around you, and calling her your wife now made it more powerful.

When you broke the kiss, you pressed your foreheads together, both panting and smiling at each other.

“I told you I was making you my housewife” she whispered and you chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure I was the one that turned you into my housewife” you teased and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“We’ll see about that, zhenushka (wifey)” you pecked her lips.

“Hm that sounds hot, say it again” you murmured.

“Zhenushka” she whispered and you pecked her again.

“So so hot” you bit her lower lip and she whimpered “I love you”

“And I love you too, moya lyubov’”

(—)

The Garden Terrace Room of the Botanical Garden was surprisingly full. You didn’t even know half of the people that was there nor you imagined Wanda would invite them all.

Some were investors you met during the bachelorette and the engagement party, others were coworkers, staff from both clubs, friends from college and of course, your family.

You both were sitting in front of the dance floor, your hands almost attached to each other as you were trying to eat with your left hand and Wanda kept giggling because you refused to let her go to eat properly.

“Malysh, you will make a mess” she chuckled, taking a sip of her wine and you whimpered.

“But we were away from too long” you pouted, still trying to use your left hand and she squeezed your hand gently “Just say your hand is tired”

She let go of your hand and grabbed your chin gently but firmly, making you look at her with darkened eyes.

“Don’t be a brat” she whispered leaning closer you your face and as her lips brushed yours you moaned softly “Eat properly and you can hold my hand the rest of the night”

You rolled your eyes but she tutted and you swallowed.

“Yes, my…” she tightened her grip and you bit your lip “Yes, mommy”

“Good girl, was that so hard?” she smirked and you shook your head “Now, finish your dinner before it gets cold”

You did as told, a smile appearing on both of your faces even when your underwear was more than ruined by now.

Kate kept stopping people from approaching you as you ate, knowing you barely ate that morning and you needed some peace before everyone wanted to congratulate you.

Soon the dinner was over and your hand found Wanda’s as you smiled proudly and she rolled her eyes playfully but intertwined your fingers.

Billy and Tommy walked to the center of the dance floor, microphones in one hand, champagne in the other and wearing big smiles.

“Good night everyone!” Tommy greeted cheerfully “My brother and I wanted to give special words to the beautiful brides” his eyes focused on you both “I just want to say, the last eight years of my life I’ve known (Y/N) and oh boy, didn’t she had a messed up love life” the crowd chuckled and you flipped him off and he winked at you “But ever since she is with mother, they both look happy, they glow and when you are close, their love is intoxicating, contagious, it’s something I’ve witnessed first hand and I’m honoured to see someone love my mother so deeply, so genuine” his voice cracked for a second, he cleared his throat “And mother, you got a good one. She also deserves someone to love her the way you do, I still think I love her more” again everyone laughed and Wanda rolled her eyes playfully “I wish nothing but happiness, health and love for the newlyweds. Please don’t traumatise us again. Cheers!”

You chuckled when he gulped his drink letting on that he was nervous and probably forgot all the things he wanted to say mid speech so he improvised.

You and Wanda gave a sip to your champagne and watched Billy, he was also nervous. His cheeks flushed and his hands slightly shaking.

“Well, thank you Thomas for that sad attempt of a stand up” Billy chuckled and everyone laughed, Tommy’s cheeks turned red and he smacked the back of his twin’s head “I won’t fight you right now” you rolled your eyes and Billy cleared his throat “Mom, all my life I thought I knew how love looked like until I saw you with (Y/N). Your laughter is louder when she’s around, your smile bigger when you listen to her talk and your eyes twinkle when you see her across the room” Wanda blushed and her grip tightened around your hand “And mama” he winked at you and you giggled “thank you for loving my mom, for taking care of her, for making her so happy. You both deserve all of this and we are just mere witnesses of how true love looks like. It’s good to have a new Maximoff in the family and it’s good to call you mama now” he winked and raised his glass “Cheers!”

After the speeches and hugging the twins, you both stood up for pictures with the guests.

Tony was wearing a big smile when he approached you with his wife and you smiled shyly, still not used to your boss being around in your private life but grateful he was also there. Pepper stood beside Wanda, and Tony was next to you. Smiling to the camera like his face had never seen a bad day in his life and he was made for pictures.

He squeezed your shoulder gently and when you looked at him, he pulled you into his arms and you gasped.

“Mr Stark, I-“ he tutted and you sighed “Tony, thank you”

“None of that, make her happy kid” he smiled softly “I was going to wait for you to come back from your honeymoon but I really can’t wait any longer” you bit your lip nervously but he gave you another gentle squeeze “You can still work from home as the newest senior partner at the firm” your lips parted as you looked at him in awe “It’s a wedding gift but also a very well deserved promotion” he patted your shoulder “You still are getting an office on my floor, for the days your wife drives you crazy” you both chuckled and he leaned closer “But really, make her happy or else”

He walked away and you swallowed. Wanda tilted her head curiously, noticing your cheeks flushed and the way you bit your lower lip.

“What happened, detka?”

“I think I got a promotion and a threat” you frowned and she chuckled.

“That’s my girl” she pecked your lips.

The pictures kept coming, at some point you were sure your cheeks hurt with the amount of time you kept smiling but with Wanda still holding your hand, everything around you seemed to be a blur.

Then it came the moment to dance. Wanda asked you to pick the song and she didn’t want to know until that day. So you picked and your hands turned sweaty, nervous about your choice and hoping she liked it.

You guided her to the center of the dance floor and ‘If I could fly’ started filling the room. You pulled her body close and she smiled warmly, the smile that was just reserved for you. Your bodies started to sway around the dance floor, her eyes started tearing up as she listened to the song lyrics and your smile didn’t waver.

“I can’t believe you are my wife now” you whispered.

Her grip tightened around you as you led the dance, her eyes lost on yours and the feeling of levitating came back. The room disappeared and in that moment it was just you and her.

“I can believe it” she smirked and you chuckled “I mean, there was no other place to run. I would’ve found my way back to you anyway”

No more running, no more hiding, no more pretending to be someone neither of you were. You were there now married to the woman of your dreams, to the love of your life. And your heart wasn’t broken, now it was full. No missing pieces, Wanda closed every gap and now you got to call her your wife.

“I love you, wife” you pecked her lips and her smile widened.

“I love you too, wife”

You weren’t sure when the song finished, too lost in her dreamy eyes and her beautiful smile. But she stopped you and leaned to kiss you passionately. The guests cheered but you were drunk on her kiss and the way her lips were moving over yours. She bit your lip and smiled when you moaned softly.

“Easy, detka” she whispered “We still have a few hours left before we disappeared”

You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled her into another kiss and this time she moaned.

“Two can play this game, wifey” you teased and she chuckled.

“No more games, I still regret the bet”

You hummed and suddenly you were interrupted by the most chaotic twins. You mockingly glared at them as Billy pulled you into his arms and Tommy grabbed Wanda.

They picked a song, apparently they had the right to do so since it was about them showing love to you both and you let them sneak their way into the itinerary.

‘Heart by Heart’ filled the air as Billy started swaying your bodies, his hand firm on your lower back as the other one grabbed your hand gently. You looked at him and his eyes were already focused on you.

“I meant what I said, it’s really good to call you mama now” he teased and you chuckled “You deserve to be happy, wifey. I love you so much” he leaned and kissed your forehead “You are my ride or die”

“I love you too, hubby” you kissed his cheek “You are also my ride or die. But, I will ground you now” you smirked and he laughed.

“You’ve been dying to do that, haven’t you?” you nodded proudly and he rolled his eyes playfully “I am mom’s good boy, I will easily be yours too”

“We’ll see about that” you teased.

In the middle of the song, the twins switched places and soon Tommy was in front of you wearing a grin and his blue eyes twinkling with excitement.

“I’m not calling you mama, princess” he teased and you roll your eyes playfully “Unless you are already pregnant”

“Let it go, Thomas!” you smacked his shoulder playfully and he chuckled.

“But really, I’m so happy for you and mother” he leaned and kissed your cheek “You glow since you are with her, you look happy and she does too” he pulled you closer and you rested your head in his chest “You were always family, but it’s nice to know now we share last name. I love you, princess”

“I love you too, idiot”

The song ended and you were eager to go back to Wanda but you were ambushed by all your family taking turns to dance with you both. Vision and Stephen approached first, congratulating you and dancing with both. Then Steve and Pietro came and apparently Pietro bribed the DJ to play ‘Last First Kiss’ and he was grinning while holding you.

“You are a troublemaker, shurin” you smiled softly and he laughed.

“Welcome to the Maximoff family, zolovka. I told you we would bond” you rolled your eyes playfully but stroked his hair and kissed his cheek, making him blush.

“And we did. You still my hero you know that?” you said softly “But if I hear you say you are the best twin, I will kick your ass. My wife is the better twin” he laughed and pulled you closer.

“Already planning a family murder, it feels like home” he teased and you chuckled “But really, I’m so happy for you both. I really love you and you know? I would put my life on the line again for you”

You bit your lip nervously and shook your head.

“Let’s try not to do it again” you suggested and he laughed but nodded “I love you too”

Then he swapped with Steve, and he was grinning too when looking at you. You rested your head in his chest and he held you close.

“I told you she wouldn’t run” he whispered and you hummed “I’m so happy for you, kiddo”

“Thank you for being here, big bro” you said softly “I love you”

“And I love you too”

(—)

People were dancing and drinking. The girls made sure you downed several shots of tequila and you were dancing close to Wanda hoping for the sweat to take away the alcohol in your system.

It was one in the morning, usually the party would be over but everyone was excited, happy and feeling the love in the air. But you were counting down the minutes to leave, yearning your time alone with your now wife.

Wanda smiled at you as you felt a different pair of hands on your waist and you frowned.

“Mind if I steal the bride?” Natasha’s voice reached your ears from behind and you turned and nodded, stepping aside so she could dance with Wanda but she stopped you “I meant you, milashka” your cheeks flushed and Wanda chuckled.

“Fine, but promise to behave” she pointed at Natasha playfully and Natasha rolled her eyes.

“I draw the line with married women” she smirked and leaned closer to you “Unless they beg me to”

Wanda smacked her arm playfully and sighed.

“Don’t torture her that much, I’ll be back soon”

Wanda disappeared in the crowd, joining Vision and Stephen while she danced and you looked at Natasha shyly as she pulled you close and swayed your body. You bit your lip nervously.

Natasha was always a flirt, but she barely touched you unless you were in distress or she really wanted to watch you squirmed under her gaze. But this time it felt different, her grip felt protective and caring even when her eyes were twinkling with mischief and she was wearing a teasing smirk.

“Relax, milashka. I will behave” she said softly, her tone sweet and caring “You know, I’m really happy for you both” she started and you hummed even when your cheeks were burning “I see you now as my family too. You make my best friend happy and that makes me happy” she leaned and kissed your cheek softly “But I want you to know I will always be there for you too. You are a special one”

“This sounds like a thirst trap” you teased and she laughed shaking her head.

“Look, I love teasing you” she stated and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“You don’t say!” Natasha laughed again but her grip tightened on your waist.

“But believe me, I’m here for you. You won’t be alone” she kissed your forehead and you smiled softly “Thank you for loving her the way she deserves” she whispered.

“Thank you for caring so much about my wife” you grinned and she chuckled.

“You are loving the title, aren’t you?” you nodded proudly and she offered you a warm smile “It suits you both, lovebirds. Anyway, that’s what I wanted to tell you and-“ she swallowed nervously, your brows furrowed as her eyes clouded with fear like she was fighting herself internally. She took a deep breath and exhale as if she was trying to keep her cool “And I love you, milashka. Thank you for being Yelena’s family and mine”

You stopped dancing and hugged her tightly, she gasped but her arms wrapped around you and she relaxed. Natasha barely said ‘I love you’ to anyone really, her love came with small things just like Yelena’s. So hearing her say it felt very special.

“I love you too, Natty” you kissed her cheek and she blushed “I also have a confession to make, you are my crush too” you winked at her and her jaw dropped, you patted her chin gently and chuckled “Careful, Natty. You might catch a fly”

Before she could say something, because her mind was malfunctioning, Yelena and Kate came running and smiled at you.

“I think it’s time for the surprise” Kate said panting and you laughed.

“She will kill us” you stated and Yelena rolled her eyes.

“I’m just praying for no public demonstrations, your screams at The Hamptons still haunt me at night” Yelena teased and grabbed your hand when you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Wait, what surprise?” Natasha yelled and you looked over the shoulder and just winked at her.

(—)

You came back to the party thirty minutes later, your wedding dress long gone and replaced by a white blazer and a white skirt set. You moved through the crowd and reached your seat as you waited patiently.

You spotted Wanda talking with some investors and you smirked the moment Kate approached her. She whispered something in Wanda’s ear and handed her the first Polaroid.

Your smirk widened when Wanda looked down to the picture and her cheeks flushed, she held the picture against her abdomen, her eyes already searching for you as she laughed nervously when asked if she was okay.

A few minutes later, Yelena approached her too. She gave Wanda another Polaroid and she gasped, her eyes still searching for you across the room as you started walking around, hiding from her.

Much to the twins displeasure, they also helped. Tommy approached Wanda, offering the picture like it burned his hand and Wanda grew impatient by the minute. She spotted you, and you squeaked and moved around the crowd, finding Teddy leaning on a wall.

You grabbed him and switched places with him, his body blocked your view so Billy could give Wanda the last picture. Teddy tilted his head and you smiled shyly.

“Everything okay in there?” he asked softly and you chuckled.

“I’m hiding from my wife”

“That fast hm?”

You both laughed, sneaking a look under his arm and watching Billy approached his mother with the last Polaroid. You smirked, Wanda’s eyes once again were searching for you and you waved when she found you, your smirk wide as she started walking furiously towards you.

“Teddy, I really hope you stay in the family” you smiled at him and he tilted his head confused “Yeah, don’t let my wife scare you when she approaches” you shrugged and he frowned.

“What do you…”

“(Y/N) Maximoff, what the hell is this?” Wanda’s voice filled the air, she barely glanced at Teddy, already pushing him aside and you squeaked, trying to hide behind him.

“Surprise, my love!” you said cheerfully, moving around Teddy trying to get away from Wanda.

“Surprise? This was an ambush!” she gritted, trying to hold back a smile as you giggled. She finally looked at Teddy and he smiled softly, but she tilted her head with intimidating eyes and Teddy stepped aside.

“This seems intimate” he cleared his throat “I will just-“

He left and you looked at him in disbelief.

“Traitor!” you yelled and then looked back at your wife “Hi”

She grabbed you and pushed you against the wall gently, noticing your change of clothes and then looking at the pictures.

“When was this?” she asked and you bit your lip nervously.

Yelena and Kate helped you to take a couple of lewds to tease your wife before you left the venue. And clearly it worked because Wanda’s eyes were darkened – you could see the way she was trying to fight back the urge to fuck you right then and there.

“Thirty minutes ago? I’m not-“ she kissed you desperately and you moaned, she broke the kiss “I’m highly confused and turned on, did you like them?”

“Did the girls take the pictures?” your cheeks flushed and you nodded shyly, she hummed “I will let it slid. Yes I loved them” you grinned and she sighed “I’ll go change, we are leaving”

“So soon?” you grinned triumphantly and followed her out of the room but she turned to stop you “You stay here, I need to cool down”

“But-“

“Stay” she pleaded and leaned to kiss you one more time “I’ll see you in the car, ten minutes”

“Fine, but don’t take long!”

You watched Wanda disappear, almost running to her bridal suite for the last change. The girls appeared behind you. Kate placed a hand over your shoulder and Yelena grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze.

“You are so fucked” Kate giggled.

“Oh yes”

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