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Hi(gh) Milf! Wanda Maximoff x stoner! reader Pt. 2

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Word Count: 2660

Prompt: Billy and Tommy are coming home from college for winter break, Wanda couldn't be happier. Until they show up with her least favorite guest. Enemies to lovers type of vibe 🥴

Warning: Age gap, smoking

Also, Not Proofread 💅

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

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Y/n makes her way downstairs, the railing decorated in tinsel and ribbons. Finding the boys already down there, Tommy sat on the counter, cookie in his hand. Billy was sitting on an island stool, already working on icing a snowman. They were chatting about some youtube drama about some skincare lady. Wanda was searching the pantry for more sprinkles to use for decor on the cookies. “Y/n, 10 bucks says you can’t eat 10 cookies,” Tommy muses, playfully challenging the woman. Billy rolls his eyes but can’t help the small smile that tugs at his lips. He was more than used to the pairs’ antics. “Ohoho, a dollar a cookie.” Y/n hums for a second, “You got yourself a deal.” Y/n playfully shakes Tommy’s hand. Making a beeline for the cookies beside him, rows of gingerbreads and sugar cookies galore. They were all a pretty golden shade, glimmering with enticement and a sense of holiday cheer. “Hey-! We are not eating 10 cookies in one day, you’re gonna get sick,” Wanda scolds despite the amused smirk on her lips. She shakes her head, placing the sprinkles and more icing on the counter. She gently places her hand on Y/n’s lower back, guiding her to the island stool so she wouldn’t be tempted to eat whatever was in her range.

“Please, I’ve seen her down a whole box of chips ahoy in an hour, She’d live.” Billy snorts, grabbing a new cookie to begin icing, being very precise and careful with his patterns. Tommy’s eyes glimmer with a sense of mischief, leaning over and playfully pushing Billy’s shoulder to get him to mess up. “Tommy-” Billy huffs, shoving Tommy back. The boys have a back and forth of shoves, knocking over a bottle of sprinkles in the process. “Boys,” Wanda tilts her head, instantly ending the fight. A chorus of sorries from the boys before they turn back to the cookies. Wanda hums in approval, turning on some music as background noise. When she looks up, the boys are laughing over something on Tommy’s phone. Her eyes fall over to Y/n, a soft smile gracing her lips. Feeling a sense of amusement at the concentrated look on the younger woman’s face as she frosted a snowman shaped cookie. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips pursed. Wanda’s mind flickered, what would her lips feel like, would they be as soft as they looked or maybe a little chapped from the wea- Wanda stopped herself from the line of thoughts, mentally scolding herself for thinking of her like that. This was her kid’s best friend, she had to keep reminding herself.

“Mom, are you alright?” Billy asks, looking up and catching the woman staring off in thought. A hint of concern in his eyes as she turned a tad pink. “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright, just thinkin’ about something.” Wanda reassures, making her way to the open chair beside Y/n to start frosting her own cookies. Her thigh brushing Y/n’s, sending goosebumps along her skin. She couldn’t help but flush a little at the contact. “Y/n, you up for Mario Kart tomorrow? Still gotta prove I can beat you on Rainbow Road.” Tommy muses, looking over at her. She looks up from her cookie, the snowman looking a little deformed, like Frosty when the sun has been hitting him for 30 minutes. “I’m down,” She nods, “But you’re not gonna beat me, 3 time champ you’re talkin’ to.” Y/n smirks playfully, jokingly acting smug. The act makes Wanda roll her eyes in amusement, a grin gracing her lips. “Y’know what, I think you two should let me in on this, I used to be a pro.” Wanda hums, joining the banter.

“Oh yeah? Bet you 10 cookies I’ll beat you.” Y/n muses, her eyes falling on Wanda. Feeling her gaze soften at the sight of the woman’s smile. It gave off a warmth that lured Y/n in, making her heart race and thump in her chest. “Deal.” Wanda smirks, offering her hand to shake on it. The younger woman’s calloused hand meets hers, sending an almost electric feeling through her. The rest of the cookie decorating session goes on with more playful banter, and a ton of strange but goofy looking cookies. Soon, the night takes its toll, and everyone heads upstairs to get ready for bed.

Y/n was changing in the guest room, putting on a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and throwing off her shirt, leaving her in a sports bra. Having found that sleeping with a shirt on often made her overheat. She walks over to the bathroom, forgetting to knock before opening the door. She’s met with the domestic sight of Wanda leaning over the sink counter, applying some face mask. Her green eyes flicking in the reflection of the mirror as the door opens, finding Y/n, shirtless. Wanda’s cheeks flush red at the sight, glad that the color of the mask hid her blush. “Sorry! I forgot to knock-” Y/n apologies, turning red in embarrassment. Wanda shakes her head, “No, it’s alright, honey. I’ll be finished up in a minute.” Wanda gives a reassuring smile despite her own nerves. She quickly washes her face clear, drying it with a towel before exiting the bathroom to her room and shutting the door behind her to give the younger woman privacy. But as she climbs beneath the duvet on her bed, her mind replays the image of Y/n shirtless. Her cheeks flushing again at the thought and her stomach fluttering with butterflies. Finding herself even flustered at the thought of the younger woman. It was becoming more apparent to her that this new forming crush wasn’t something she could just shove to the side.

It was near midnight, the sky an abyss of black that blanketed the area. Y/n sat on the hanging bench of the back patio. Snow dusted over the wooden deck, the chill of the air rippling a shiver down the young woman’s spine. She let her joint hang from her lips, the end a cherry shade in the darkness. She tugged her hoodie tighter around herself, pulling the ragged hood over her reddened ears. Her hands pulled at her sleeves, desperately trying to will them over her palms. Her cheeks and nose ached from the chill, but the smoke that filled her lungs was enough to keep her out in the freezing weather. Her eyes gazing up at the sky, searching through the sea of dark slithering clouds to try and seek the clear constellations she had begun to miss in the depressing cold season. Her mind flickered back and forth with thoughts of Wanda. How soft her hand felt in her own, and how it fit so perfectly together with hers. How the woman’s laugh made her flush with joy. But she couldn’t keep thinking like this, Wanda was her friend’s mother. Wanda had been married to a man, it was foolish to assume that Wanda would have an ounce of interest in a younger woman, especially her son’s friend. Y/n shook her head to clear her thoughts, staring back up at the sky as she took a long drag.

Wanda tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find rest. Something didn’t feel right, whether it was her motherly instincts or her intuition, she was unsure what tugged at her to get out of bed. Pulling the warm, welcoming covers off of her, sitting up to slip on her slippers that sat beside her nightstand. She shivered as the chill of the cool air hit her skin, she walked over to her closet and grabbed her fuzzy robe from the coat hook on the back of the door before slipping it on. She quietly walks out of her bedroom, tying the robe around her waist. She quietly creaks open the boys’ bedroom door, checking to see if they were alright. To her comfort, she found both boys asleep, but as she glanced at Tommy, she had to hold back a small laugh, a few christmas cookies on his nightstand and the crumbs of one all over his pillowcase. She shakes her head with a small smile before quietly closing the door behind her. She mentally debated checking in on Y/n, she didn’t want to invade the younger woman’s privacy, but this nagging feeling in the back of her mind told her that something was amiss. She walks back over to her bedroom, chewing her bottom lip in contemplation before turning back and carefully creaking the younger woman’s door open. Her brows furrowed in confusion when she noticed her absence, the feeling in the back of her mind grew stronger. She whisked her way over to the connected bathroom, knocking before opening the door, to reveal an empty room. Worry begins to fill her mind, where did she run off to? Was she safe? Was she with anyone? Was she dressed for the weather? Surely the sweater she arrived in wasn’t suited for such temperatures. Wanda tried to ease her worries, telling herself this wasn’t her business where this woman went. Unable to quell her feelings, she turns down the hall.

Wanda quickly and as soundlessly as possible makes her way downstairs, checking each room before her eyes spot a small patio light that was lit. Relief washes over her as she walks over to the couch, grabbing one of the throw blankets off the back before making her way over to the sliding doors of the patio. She was about to reach for the handle, but couldn’t help to stop and freeze in place. Her eyes gazing at where the young woman sat, the way the soft golden light illuminates her in comparison to the pale blue darkness that loomed over the backyard. Appreciating the way she gazed off at the sky deep in thought, how pretty her lips looked wrapped around that joint and how soft they could potentially feel against her own. Wanda could almost see it in her head, how the younger woman would be so nervous, how her cheeks would burn with the same red they do now, maybe a deeper shade. Her cherishing of the younger woman’s blush was quickly clouded by worries. She tugged the door open, startling Y/n, who turned and pulled the joint from her lips.

Y/n glances at the older woman anxiously, fidgeting with her sleeve with her free hand as the other ashes her joint. The pink in Y/n’s cheeks had grown slightly at the sight of the older woman, her red hair was a little messy, and she was adorned in a cute plaid pair of matching christmas pajamas beneath her maroon robe.

“You said to go outside next time,” Y/n tries to joke, looking a little nervous, as if ready for a lecture. Wanda’s lips pulled in a small smile, quirking a brow at her comment. Shaking her head in amusement, she steps closer. “I did. Thank you for listening,” Wanda hums lowly, walking over to sit beside her. She wraps the blanket around Y/n’s shoulders, she was sure the younger woman tensed up a bit, but she chalked that up to the cold setting in. “But I also said this morning that we don’t want anyone catching a cold. That includes you, honey.” She adds. The reflection of the golden light reflects off the shiny topcoat of Wanda’s crimson nails as she reaches over to rub soft circles on the younger woman’s back, trying to warm her up.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n apologizes, turning away as she blows the smoke from her joint away from Wanda. Wanda’s eyes linger on the way Y/n’s lips purse before wrapping back around the joint. Y/n uses her free arm to lift the blanket over Wanda’s shoulders to share. “Quit apologizing,” Wanda smiles, a pink hue to her cheeks at the sweet gesture. Wanda can’t resist the urge of resting her head against the woman’s shoulder, her nose twitching slightly as she catches a smell of something other than the joint. It was a nice warm scent, comforting, a woodsy aroma that lingered on her hoodie. One that made Wanda nuzzle a little closer. Y/n blushes somehow deeper at the action, her arm wrapping around Wanda’s shoulders for added warmth. It felt comfortable, homely almost. Wanda gets lost in her thoughts for a moment, a mental warfare. Stuck between wanting to lose herself in this warm comfort and give in to the feelings that she tried to bury. Wanda’s brought out of her thoughts by a soft voice.

“Can I ask you something?” Y/n pipes up after a moment, a small playful quirk to her lips that Wanda recognized from everytime she saw her and the boys joking about. “Of course,” Wanda hums, looking up at the woman in curiosity and amusement. A small smile gracing her lips. “Have you ever smoked weed before?” Y/n quips, taking another hit off her joint, making sure to blow the smoke away from the other woman. Wanda laughs at the question, shaking her head at the woman’s question. “Who hasn’t?” Wanda muses, unable to hold back her grin when she makes the younger woman laugh. Wanda’s hand clasps over Y/n’s that rests on her shoulder, trying to warm hers.

“Care to smoke with me or am I gonna be banished to the tree house for askin’?” Y/n hums playfully, pulling the joint from her lips to offer to the older woman if she wished to take it. Wanda rolls her eyes in amusement at the younger woman before eyeing the joint.

Debating if she should indulge and humor Y/n. She takes the joint from the younger woman, lifting it to her soft lips, taking a long drag. Y/n’s eyes widen, a little surprised that the older woman actually did it, but also a little turned on by how hot she looked. Her lips pursing as she blows out the smoke, she smirks at the younger woman. “No, sharing is caring,” Wanda muses, her hand lifting the joint to the younger woman’s mouth to let her take a puff. Y/n turns as red as Rudolph’s nose. Wanda’s eyebrows furrow, worrying a bit that the cold might be getting to her, so she lifts her free hand to soft cup her cheek, trying to warm her with her palm.

But to Wanda’s surprise, she already feels warmth emitting from her. She can’t help but grin from catching the woman blushing, she takes another drag off the joint. She bites her bottom lip in thought. Maybe it was the high she was feeling, but she couldn’t help herself, she pulled the younger woman in for a kiss. Y/n tenses, shocked at the action before melting into it. The kiss begins to grow deeper, as Y/n's lips part for Wanda’s tongue, Wanda surprised her by shotgunning the smoke into her mouth. Y/n blows the smoke out as they part. Her hand finding its way to Wanda’s waist to hold her close as she leans in for another kiss. Their lips meet again, Wanda’s hand throws the stub of the joint off into the snow before finding its place in the younger woman’s hair.

They only part when they hear footsteps in the house. Blushing and straightening themselves out in case one of the boys comes out to check on them. But subtly, Wanda’s hand reaches for Y/n’s intertwining their fingers. But to their relief, they heard the footsteps recede. Y/n and Wanda make their way back inside the house, parting ways in the hallway, but there was a mutual knowledge that they’d speak about it later. As they both laid in their respective beds, they fall asleep with stupid smiles on their faces.

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Hi(gh) Milf! Wanda Maximoff x Stoner! Reader Pt.1

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Word Count: 3333

Prompt: Billy and Tommy are coming home from college for winter break, Wanda couldn't be happier. Until they show up with her least favorite guest. Enemies to lovers type of vibe 🥴

Warnings: Age gap, smoking, Angst

Also, Not Proofread 💅

Masterlist

Pt.1 Pt.2

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Wanda had always been a supportive mother to her boys, she’ll love them no matter what. They were her babies and could do no wrong in her eyes. Now, just because she’s supportive doesn’t mean she always approves of their choices. Like she didn’t approve of the way Tommy had wanted to bleach his hair over and over, mostly because she was worried about the health of it. Or when she didn’t approve of the boys wanting a pet lizard, but let them have it anyway to make them happy. Or how she doesn’t approve of Billy’s newest choice.

Billy had begun college and he had started making new friends. While that was great, there was one friend in particular that Wanda thought might be a bad influence on her son. Her name was Y/n, and as of late, Billy had chosen her to accompany him everywhere. They were like Dumb and Dumber, but put them together with Tommy when he’s home and it’s the Three Stooges.

From the first day Y/n had entered their home, Wanda could smell the reefer off the younger woman from three feet away. That accompanied with the stupid goofy grin on her face and Wanda instantly knew the girl was stoned. It wasn’t that Wanda didn’t approve of smoking, she just didn’t want her boys getting sidetracked with that new hobby and letting their grades slip in college, or getting mixed with the wrong crowd, nonetheless, she trusted them enough to ensure that themselves. And most of the time when the kids did visit back home with their new friend, Y/n was the only one stoned, and that only fortified the trust she had in her boys.

It was mid December, the air outside had grown cold and snow had begun to coat the ground in cold powdery layers. The Maximoff household smelt of fresh baked gingerbread cookies and a hint of cinnamon apples. Wanda had begun her baking when the boys told her they were driving home for Winter break. She was excited to see her kids for the holidays, to hear what she missed out on while they were away. She had kept herself pretty busy when the boys left home. She appreciated the free time to figure out who she was outside of being a mother, she had always had her own interests, but when the boys came along, they became her whole world. But now, she had time to try new hobbies and adventure out. She was happy, and it was a bittersweet yet tremendous feeling. So she softly hummed out a tune as she mixed together the cookie dough in the kitchen aid before her, lost in a peaceful bliss.

What Wanda’s kids forgot to mention to her, is that they were bringing Y/n with them for Winter break. Y/n had nowhere else to go for the weeks off, it was either go with the twins or be stuck on campus, the second choice didn’t sound too appealing. So, with a stash tucked in her duffle bag, she hopped in Billy’s suv. They had picked up Tommy from his dorm on the other side of campus, and began their journey back to the Maximoff home. The car was filled with the quiet hum of the wheels along the road and soft music playing in the background, the playlist courtesy of Billy. The twins occasionally chatted about school and the freshest gossip, the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

As the car cruises down the highway, Y/n’s eyes fall to the window, her mind getting lost in a haze that wasn’t weed induced. Y/n felt guilty, of course she did. She may be stoned all the time, but she wasn’t a complete idiot. She felt as if she was invading the Maximoff household; it was clear to her from the first interactions that Wanda wasn’t necessarily the biggest fan of hers. Whether it was due to her poor introduction or whether it was how she dressed and acted, she couldn’t chalk up which one rubbed Wanda the wrong way. She didn’t want to impose herself into their home, but she didn’t have a different home to go back to. Her plan this winter break was to be out of Wanda’s vision as much as she could. Whether she had to hide away in the guest room all break, or if she had to duck out in Billy’s room. Anything to avoid the fake sugary kindness and judgemental glances.

Billy pulled over to a gas station along the side road, grabbing his wallet. He unbuckled his seatbelt, turning in his seat so he can view both passengers easier. “Alright, I’m running in to grab something to drink, you two want anything?” Billy asks, turning to look at Y/n and Tommy, who was sitting in the backseat with a bag of doritos in his lap.

“Redbull,” Tommy says through a mouthful of chips. Billy cringes, turning to look at Y/n, expecting to see the same reaction, instead he’s met with the sight of her staring off into space, lost in her own mind.

“You alright?” Billy lightly taps the back of his hand to Y/n’s shoulder to grab her attention from the dashboard. The woman jumps at the contact, eyes flying up to meet his.

“Y-yeah I’m good. Just- thinking about something. What did you ask?” She sheepishly requests, scratching the back of her neck.

“Want something to drink? I’m running in.” Billy gives a warm reassuring smile. He knew she was a bit spacey, whether it was the weed or her natural demeanor, he didn’t care. To him, she was good company either way. The day they got assigned to that group project together, he didn’t think much of her, just another person that was gonna slack on their end of the work. But as he got to know her, there was a lot more to her than the simple one-track mind that people assumed was in there. When the other two people in their group project had decided to slack off, she had helped him pick up the weight and finish the project with an A. When Billy saw her effort, he decided Y/n was someone worth keeping around. He knew Y/n was smart, the humble kind of smart. She may have put on a facade in front of others but behind it was a beautiful personality that just needs a little more effort to get to know. And in Billy’s opinion, the effort was well worth it.

“A monster would be great, thank you.” She smiles back. Running a hand through her hair to push it out of her face. Taking a deep breath to shake the lingering thoughts from her mind, blinking them out as she turns to face the boys.

“See, she has manners, unlike SOMEBODY.” Billy jokes, whipping his head to look back at Tommy, who comically whips his head to look behind him for the culprit. Billy snorts at his reaction, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Billy, who’s back there?” Tommy asks, his voice quivering, imitating genuine concern. A dramatic, chip-dust covered hand over his chest to clutch his imaginary pearls. His eyes wide and mortified.

“I can’t with you-” Billy bites back a laugh, shaking his head as he gets out of the car. He closes the door before walking into the gas station. Once Tommy sees that Billy has entered the store, he reaches up to the passenger seat, smacking Y/n in the arm with his hand. Y/n gags at the doritos dust he leaves behind in wake of his touch. Quickly wiping her arm clear of any lingering chip dust while grimacing.

“Dude, break one of those joints out.” Tommy requests, a cheeky grin on his face. He wipes his hands off with one of the wet napkins in the backseat, something Billy kept back there specifically for Tommy after a particularly harrowing trip to Wing Stop in the past. Y/n chuckles and rolls her eyes, shaking her head playfully at his request.

“No way, you know Billy is paranoid about his car smelling.” Y/n reasons with a mischievous grin. “Just wait till we get to your place, we can hide out in your old treehouse again and smoke.” Tommy huffs exaggeratedly and leans back in his seat, “Why can’t you be like, ‘sure Tommy, we can go outside the car and smoke?’” He mimics Y/n’s tone.

“It’s cold, I’m not freezing my ass off out there.” Y/n laughs, glancing back at him. He scoffs and retorts, “As if the treehouse won’t be cold.”

“That’s different because we can plug in the space heater up there.” Y/n points out. The treehouse was something Tommy and Billy’s dad had built for them before his and Wanda’s divorce. He put extra care and work into making it the best treehouse the boys could ask for. As over the years Vision’s efforts proved themself, the treehouse had held up tremendously well, only thing different was the red paint that began to fade in shades.

Billy exits the store, a plastic bag in his hand as he enters the car, passing the bag to Tommy to deal out.

“Ew, did you get sparkling water? What are you?” Tommy playfully mocks his twin, passing the bottle up to Y/n so she can put it in the cupholder. At his words, he receives a chuckle from the woman and a glare from Billy through the rearview mirror. “Gay,” Y/n responds for Billy, “He’s gay.” Snorting when Billy smacks her upper arm in a playful scold. Tommy snickers, passing Y/n her monster from the bag before cracking open his own Redbull.

“Says the other gay,” Billy quips, his lips quirking upwards. Y/n grins, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “Takes one to know one.” She jokes, cracking open her can and taking a sip.

Billy and Tommy laugh at her words, settling back in their seats for the rest of the journey. Billy buckles back in his seat, beginning to drive again. Their trip to the Maximoff household is almost complete, only a few more hours ahead of them. The winter clouds brewing a snowstorm above them, dimming the daylight that remained. The heat of the car warmed Y/n’s cheeks, her eyes turning heavy and tired with the comfort. The sound of Britney Spears echoing in the car and filling the silence. Her eyes settled on the fields passing by, and it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and soft snores emitted from her.

A few hours later, the tires roll into the driveway, the snow quietly crunching beneath their weight. As Billy pulls the car into park, Tommy reaches up into the passenger seat, delivering a firm but gentle hit to the woman’s arm to wake her. The trio exit the car, collecting their belongings before making their way to the front door. It was painted a bright white with royal blue detailings and a golden doorknob to compliment the colors. A green christmas wreath with bells and ribbons hung from the center. Billy went to grab his keys from his pocket, but before he had the opportunity to pull them out, the door flew open.

Wanda stood before them, a big excited grin on her face as she opened her arms for her boys. She was wearing a grey christmas sweater with black reindeer patterns, a pair of black leggings and fuzzy socks on her feet. Her hair was tied back in a messy bun, a small flick of flour littering her cheek. The big grin on her face dwindled slightly at the sight of the familiar y/h/c in front of her. Nonetheless, forcing the grin again to welcome them.

“Boys! Hug your mother!” She teases, pulling the twins into her arms. A small tinge of annoyance tweaked at the back of her mind, not knowing her boys were gonna have a guest with them. Her least favorite one at that. When they pull away from the hug, Wanda gives the best fake smile she can produce. Her green eyes looked the younger woman up and down, taking in her appearance. The younger woman was in jeans, a hoodie, and an old worn out winter hat, no jacket despite the cold temperatures.

“Hi, Ms. Maximoff,” Y/n pipes up with an awkward smile and a half wave. Not really knowing what to do, especially under the older woman’s intimidating gaze.

“Y/n, nice to see you again. Are you staying with us for Winter break?” She asks, praying the answer was no, but not getting her hopes up entirely. She knew that the chances of the girl coming for a quick visit was very unlikely. “Yeah, we didn’t want her to be alone in the dorms for Christmas.” Billy informs, trying to make his mother seek a little empathy for the girl once he notices the look in Wanda’s eyes. At the words, Wanda’s annoyance dwindles slightly, showing some understanding. She gives the warmest smile she can, opening the door to let them all in. “C’mon, don’t want anyone getting a cold, do we?” She says, nodding her head to gesture to them to come in. Wanda slightly grimacing at the whiff of weed on the younger woman’s hoodie as she passes through.

The group piles in, slipping their shoes off by the door before making their ways to set their belongings in their respective rooms. Y/n silently cursing the fact that the guest room was next to Wanda’s room instead of next to the boys. It would make hiding from Wanda a little harder than anticipated. Y/n sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, mind flicking through anxious thoughts as she eyed her backpack. She grabbed a joint out, making her way into the bathroom connected between the guest room and Wanda’s. Locking both doors and cracking open the bathroom window, Y/n lights her joint. Letting her anxious worries turn into a comforting euphoria as she leaned against the wall, blowing the smoke out the window. Exhaling her worries out with grey puffs. Anxious thoughts dwindling, it wouldn’t be too hard to stay out of Wanda’s way right? All Y/n had to do was stick to the guest room or stick to Billy and Tommy like a parasite. It wasn’t that Wanda was too intimidating to be around. Maybe it was- despite the point, Wanda was stunning. Y/n didn’t do great around pretty women, she turned into a blubbering blushing mess. And especially older women, and Wanda hit both points dead center. She was absolutely stunning, effortlessly so. As Y/n smoked, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander thoughts of the older woman. How cute that speck of flour on her cheek looked, the whimsical pastel gingerbread men on her fluffy socks, every quirk and trait that had Y/n enamored-

'No- no, absolutely not enamored, this is my best friend’s mother for gods sake.'

Wanda was taking the cookies out of the oven, her mind sorting through her thoughts as she set the baking sheets on the stovetop. She began using a spatula to take the cookies off and set them on the drying racks. But the question lingering in her mind is, why didn’t Y/n have anywhere to go? She knew that Y/n never really mentioned her family but Wanda just chalked that up to the younger woman being a rather private person. From what Wanda had observed being around her, Y/n didn’t talk much, only jutting in with the boys when they’re joking around. Wanda knew nothing about her besides the fact that the younger woman was an English major that liked smoking the good kush and was unreasonably good at Mario Kart. That last one she learned when the boys came home for a weekend with her and they all ended up playing a few rounds while Wanda sat on the couch and observed with a content smile. As much as Wanda disliked the younger woman, she was a good kid despite the smoking. Y/n was always a help after supper, offering to do the dishes up as a ‘thank you’, cleaning up after herself, just random chores to help. Maybe, Wanda could try to make peace with the woman. Maybe a few weeks of winter break with her boys and Y/n couldn’t be so bad… Right? She just needed to try to be more understanding, maybe get to know her better. It was for the boys sake, right? Not the fact that she did find the younger woman attractive and a little endearing. Especially with how nervous and bashful she looks whenever Wanda is around, or that cute glimmer in her eyes when she won Mario Kart last time. What was she thinking? It's her son's friend, she can't think like that.

Then the scent hit her.

Wanda ran over to the oven, whipping it open and using an oven mit to take out the last tray of cookies. Slightly burnt and crispy as they clung on to the baking sheet. A small unconscious pout falling on her lips, her brows furrowing as she sets them on the oven. Turning off the oven and shutting it closed. “Damn it,” Wanda mutters, tossing the oven mit on the counter before making her way over to the cookies on the drying rack. Their gold hue mocking the burnt ones. Letting out a sigh, she turned to walk out of the kitchen to give them time to cool down. As she makes her way up the stairs, a faint smile graces her lips, hearing her boys chat in their room as they unpack. She goes to her bedroom to grab her phone off it’s charger, but pauses in her steps. Her nose tipping up as she sniffs the air, smelling something familiar, something burning. Her eyes widen slightly as she makes her way to the connected bathroom, knocking heavily.

“Y/n, you better not be smoking in my house!” She calls through the door, annoyance peeking through her tone.

Y/n freezes, eyes wide in fear and embarrassment of being caught. Quickly snubbing the joint out in the sink and stuffing the remaining half in her hoodie pocket. Panic filling her mind, what happens when she leaves this bathroom? Is she gonna be kicked out? Is she gonna get a lecture from Wanda?

She didn’t know, but boy was she scared to find out. But she took a deep breath, mustering up her courage before unlocking the door and opening it, revealing the brunette before her. Wanda’s eyebrow quirked as the scent grew stronger.

“Hiiii, Wanda.” Y/n drawls out, giving a guilty smile, sheepishly lowering her head to brace for the woman’s reaction. But to her surprise, a small laugh breaks past Wanda’s lips.

That guilty smile tugged at Wanda’s heartstrings in a way she couldn’t help. A small smile that Wanda tried to fight back, and a hint of amusement in her eyes, but she quickly tries to cover both.

“If you’re gonna smoke, go outside.” She reminds, lightly flicking the younger woman in the forehead before entering the bathroom to light a candle to get rid of the smell. Y/n’s eyes widen almost comically, surprised that Wanda didn’t raise her voice.

“Sorry, I know.” Y/n’s cheeks flush pink as she scratches at the back of her neck. Her eyes following as the older woman enters her bedroom again, standing before her.

“It’s alright, just don’t let me catch you again.” Wanda hums playfully, “Now c’mon, I need you and the boys to help me decorate all those cookies, wouldn't want my baking to be for not.” Nodding her head towards the door with a small smile, Wanda heads out into the hall.

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Authors Note- Okay, how are we feeling?

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #b0ng05

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