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It’s My Pleasure

Wanda comforting reader after they begin to panic/try to suffer in silence.

So I struggle with contamination OCD/anxiety and I got very stressed the other night and wrote this. And ya know what? It kinda helped.

Thought I’d post it here in case it could help any of ya’ll.

Warnings: very brief mention of nausea, self-disparaging thoughts

Word count~1k

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When Clint had walked into the kitchen, announcing that he didn’t feel very well, you felt your muscles immediately tense. Your fingers paused above the keyboard on your laptop, and your jaw clenched.

Your gaze shifted to the communal living space, following the archer as he brushed against the countertop, fingers gripping the handle on the fridge before fiddling with the dials on the oven. Your stomach rumbled but you knew you’d forgo preparing something to eat in order to avoid sharing Clint’s space.

From your place on the sofa, five or so metres away, you already felt too close. It was only a matter of time before you retreated to your room.

Your leg bounced as you itched to use the hand sanitizer you kept next to the fridge; only Clint was leaning against the island and you hadn’t seen him wash his hands.

“Hey,”

A gentle voice forces a smile to your features as you feign indifference, Wanda’s warmth too good to ruin with your anxieties. She doesn’t need to ask if you’re ok, the question is posited by her furrowed brows,

“I’m ok,” you nod, “I might turn in early.”

The crinkle between her brows deepens and you shake your head with what you hope to be a more convincing smile.

“Just tired.” you offer, her quiet concern hanging in the air.

She shifts closer in motion that usually offers you comfort but with your attention divided between Clint in the kitchen and her next to you, you find yourself flinching away.

Wanda leans backwards, biting her lip and you feel your fingers curling inwards to clench tightly.

“I’m fine,” you murmur breathlessly, “really.”

She remains silent, her wide eyes far too pensive to take your words for the truth.

And then you hear a commotion in the kitchen, Clint announcing that he feels sick and Steve jumping out of the way as he dashes towards the bathroom.

Panic sparks within you, flickering and flaming, hot and fast.

Slamming your laptop shut, you offer Wanda a curt “Goodnight” before bolting from the shared space, up a flight of stairs and through the door into your safe space. Setting the laptop aside, you rush through the darkness to an empty corner, sliding to the cool floor as your eyes well up.

“It’s ok,” you mutter, “It’s ok, its ok. You’re going to be ok.”

When you bend your legs to cradle your knees, the rocking begins, steady and constant.

“It’s ok. It’s ok. It’s ok.”

The tears dampen your skin; you’re too set in your motions to wipe them away.

You feel the pangs of guilt aching your throat. Clint is the one that’s suffering. The thoughts manifest in your mumblings.

“This isn’t about you.” you mutter, eyes screwing shut, “This isn’t about you.”

You don’t hear the soft knock on the door, or the subsequent creak of it opening. The light of the hallway streams in though, highlighting your pitiful figure in the corner of the room.

Wanda’s heart clenches, seeing you so small and stricken. You wipe at your wet face with the back of your hand but your eyes fill up against almost immediately.

“I’m coming in, ok malyshka?”

You nod, face crumpling as she rushes towards you.

“Can I touch you?” she asks softly and it takes everything in you not to make little grabby hands in her direction.

She wraps her arms around your tensed frame, humming lightly as you nuzzle into her.

“I’ve got you.” she hushes, her chin resting atop your head. “I’ve got you, moy sladkiy malyshka.”

Your fingers twist in the fabric of her sweater, willing her closer as your head buries itself in the crook of her neck. She smells so sweet and familiar and her skin is soft and cool against your heated face. Deft fingers smooth back your hair, the rhythmic movement along with her gentle endearments calming your racing heart.

When you pull away slightly, her hands move to cup your jaw, thumbs stroking at the tear tracks. Your forehead comes to rest against hers as fatigue sets in your bones, the ordeal sapping your energy.

“I know you’re sleepy,” she murmurs, “but you haven’t eaten.”

You stiffen, the thought of going back into the kitchen enough to kickstart your panic.

Wanda hushes you gently, her fingers urging you to meet her kind eyes.

“I’ll wash my hands and get you something sealed.” she asserts, expression sure as your bottom lip trembles. “Have you got sanitizer in here?”

You nod.

“Can I have some? Would that help?”

You’re not sure how to answer her, too determined to keep her close. You feel her silky hair tickle your face as she pulls you close one more time before attempting to gauge your emotions.

While she’s watching you, you sigh, reaching over to your bedside table for the bottle of sanitizer. Wanda offers out her hands, entirely unphased by your sometimes illogical anxieties. She rubs her hands together with no sign of offence, her gaze warm and patient as she smiles.

“Can you come back quickly?” you whisper, your hands already beginning to fidget.

“Of course, malyshka.” she assures while her hand moves to squeeze yours. “I’ll open a window in the kitchen as well.”

Your lips purse as you swallow back the tears that threaten to spill. She knows what helps. She’s noticed.

When she stands, you frown, displeased by the distance between you.

“Be quick, please.” you reiterate.

“I’ll be quick.” she repeats, holding your gaze. “Do you have your water bottle?”

You nod.

“By the time you fill it up, I’ll be back.”

Sure enough, the door is creaking open again as you’re screwing on the top of your water bottle. Wanda stands, backlit by the hallway lights, a big smile gracing her beautiful features. She holds up a couple of cereal bars and a juice box.

“Nat told me to tell you that Clint had acid reflux. He’s fine now.”

Though the anxiety still lingers, your shoulders sag in relief. It’s not contagious.

Settling at the foot of your bed on the soft carpet, you still let Wanda unwrap the cereal bar, so that you can take the food without touching the wrapper.

And when she urges you to snuggle into her, all soft and warm, you struggle to put into words the comfort she brings you. Instead you offer her a meagre “Thank you”.

“It’s my pleasure, malyshka. My pleasure.”

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Howdy :) so now that I’ve finished Tree of Life, I’m carrying on with The Fish Lady (I’m 1.2k into the next chapter). I’m thinking I’ll do a series of Epilogues with various events that track the progress of the relationship. After 2/3 chapters/epilogues, I’ll probably mark the fic as completed and then just add to it whenever I want.

Thank you for your patience!! :)

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So, what’s happened is I started writing a Wanda/reader fic but then Agatha All Along came out and like, I saw A LOT of edits and now I wanna write an Agatha/reader fic 😭 I’m definitely going to finish the Wanda one (will probably be 15-20k) but boy can you tell I’m thinking bout Agatha as well when you’re reading it.

Also lol am stilling editing My Little Versailles :)

Thank you and good night!

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Won’t be any updates for a while- very sorry! I’m reading through/editing/updating My Little Versailles. I want to carry on with it but there are so many plot lines that my tiny brain can’t remember them all. Also, I hate my writing but that’s got to be like a right of passage for a writer…right? Right.

Thank y’all for being patient 😭❤️

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I have at least 3 other fics I’ve started (Alma Peregrine/reader, Narcissa/reader, Tess tlou/reader and Abigail rdr/reader) all no more than 6k words in, (not to mention the other fics I’m in the middle of that I’ve posted) and YET the idea of doing a resident evil/Stardew valley crossover where Alcina runs a vineyard (bit like Sophia in sdw expanded) with reader waltzing onto the scene with their newly inherited farm ready to wreak heartbreak and havoc is too heckin tempting…

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I think I was nerfed with depression because the power to write what I want, when I want would’ve made me too iconic

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MELISSA SCHEMMENTI vs. BARBARA HOWARD ABBOTT ELEMENTARY 📚 2.18 Teacher Appreciation

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Read the rest here and, if you’re interested, read all about how evolution seems to keep creating and then re-creating crabs (aka carcinization). (additional reading and even more words for your eyes)

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News just in 💫

I do not know how to link my ao3 (Leontopodiumnivale) works so imma just list em for now (I promise I am always this inept)

My Little Versailles - (Hermione/Bellatrix) incomplete, 246k, Explicit

The Fish Lady - (Melissa Schemmenti/Reader) incomplete, 73k, Explicit

Self-Devastation Society - (Jeanine Matthews/Tris Prior) incomplete, 22k, Mature

I am only here because I was told to be - (Melissa Schemmenti/Reader) complete, 2.2k, Explicit