#cg! wanda maximoff

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🎵Here we go againnnnn, made a moodboard for a friennnddd🎵 for part four of "Their Girl"

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Our Baby.

Best Friends!Wandanat x little!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are best friends who have always only been that, but when you come crashing into their lives and take on the roles of caregiver will their relationship deepen?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of stress and being overwhelmed, caregiver/regressor, fluffy, comfort

Authors note: I saw a post about two best friends being caregivers for someone and this happened sooooo let me know if you want more

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Wanda and Natasha had been inseparable for years. The two women were practically extensions of one another, sharing a bond so deep that they didn’t think anyone could ever come between them. That is, until you came crashing into their lives—quite literally.

It had been a particularly hectic day in the city. You were rushing down the sidewalk, juggling your tote bag and a stack of books, when you collided headlong into two very sturdy figures. Hot liquid splashed everywhere, the unmistakable aroma of coffee filling the air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately dropping your things to grab napkins from your bag. You looked up, your wide, apologetic eyes meeting two startled, but intrigued, gazes.

Wanda smiled gently, already sensing the warmth and innocence radiating from you. “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Natasha, on the other hand, smirked, brushing coffee from her leather jacket. “You’ve got quite the impact for someone so small.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you continued to stammer apologies, your hands nervously twisting the napkins. Something about their presence was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. It felt… safe, somehow.

That moment sparked the beginning of something neither Wanda nor Natasha had anticipated. They’d initially invited you out to lunch to reassure you that everything was fine. But one lunch turned into several, and soon, the two heroines found themselves eagerly waiting for your next meeting. You were sweet, playful, and endearing in a way they couldn’t quite describe.

Wanda and Natasha hadn’t immediately noticed your little tendencies. You were so good at masking that even they, two of the most observant people you’d ever met, didn’t put it all together right away. But over time, the signs began to show.

It started with little things. Like the time you fell asleep on their couch during a movie night. Wanda, ever the caregiver, went to drape a blanket over you and froze mid-motion. Your thumb was tucked in your mouth, and you were suckling softly in your sleep. She didn’t say anything at first, but the sight stuck with her.

Then there was your choice of drinkware. You always seemed to have colorful tumblers with cartoon characters on them. Wanda thought they were cute, but Natasha couldn’t help but tease you about your “sippy cups.” You only giggled nervously, brushing it off as something you just liked.

The biggest hint came the first time they asked you to spend the night unexpectedly. They could see the hesitation in your face before you shyly asked, “Can I go home to grab something first? I, um, I need my stuffie to sleep.” You didn’t elaborate, but they saw the soft blush dusting your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. Natasha, being Natasha, simply smirked and said, “Of course, detka. Everyone needs their comforts.”

But the moment of clarity came on a particularly stressful day for you. It had been weeks of mounting pressure from college—assignments, deadlines, and social obligations piling up until you couldn’t take it anymore. You showed up at their apartment in tears, unable to mask how overwhelmed you felt.

Wanda had just opened the door when you pushed past her, pacing in the living room. “Ish no fair!” you cried, your voice higher-pitched and trembling. “They ep ivin me too mush stuffs, an I an’t do it! I an’t—I no wanna!”

Wanda blinked, stunned for a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, stepping closer. “Baby, hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She gently guided you to the couch, her soothing voice and soft hands calming you just enough to sit down.

But as you tried to explain what was wrong, the words tumbled out in a way that surprised even you. “Ish so dumb! olege is too hard, an I just wan loler or wash toons. I no wan do big peoples stuff!” you wailed, curling up with your stuffie tightly clutched to your chest.

Natasha, who had been watching quietly, crouched in front of you. Her sharp, calculating gaze softened as she reached out to hold your hand. “Woah, those are some really big things to deal with, little one,” she said gently, her tone surprisingly tender. “Way too big for you to be thinking about, don’t you think?”

Wanda nodded, sitting beside you and rubbing your back. “Exactly. Mama and Daddy are here to take care of the big stuff, okay? You just focus on being our sweet little girl.”

You sniffled, looking up at them with wide, watery eyes. “Really?”

Natasha smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Really. Let us handle it. You just stay small for us, alright?”

That was the day things changed. They didn’t just accept your regression—they embraced it wholeheartedly. From that point on, they made sure you always had a safe space to be yourself, no matter how little you felt.��

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It had been a few months since Wanda and Natasha had fully embraced being your caregivers. Their small apartment had worked for a while, but it was quickly becoming clear that it wasn’t enough space for the three of you—especially when you regressed and wanted to run around or build blanket forts. Wanda had been the first to bring up the idea of moving, and Natasha, took the lead in making it happen.

Of course, they didn’t tell you right away. They wanted it to be a surprise.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda and Natasha took you on what they called a "special outing." You didn’t think much of it at first, happily clutching your favorite stuffed animal as they guided you out to the car. But as the drive continued and the scenery shifted from busy city streets to quiet suburban neighborhoods, your curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” you asked, bouncing slightly in your seat.

Wanda smiled from the passenger seat, turning to look at you. “You’ll see soon, baby. Be patient.”

Natasha smirked from the driver’s seat. “I think you’ll like it, detka. It’s a big surprise.”

When the car finally pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, your jaw dropped. The exterior was painted a deep, calming blue with crisp white accents, and there was a small front porch with enough room for a swing. The yard was spacious and inviting, with plenty of room for you to play.

Wanda stepped out first, holding her hand out for you. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go take a look.” You held her hand, your stuffie in the other.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside, with a clean palette of whites and deep blues that felt cozy yet elegant. Your little heart couldn’t contain the excitement as you clutched your stuffed animal tighter, your eyes darting around the open spaces and tall ceilings.

“This is ours?” you squeaked, looking up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Not yet,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’re still deciding, but we wanted you to see it first.”

Natasha smirked, already following the realtor as she walked through the house, discussing what changes could be made before moving in. “Go on, malen'kaya,” Natasha encouraged, nodding toward the hallway. “Explore a little.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You darted off, your stuffie bouncing in your arms as you ran down the halls, peeking into each room. There was a large kitchen with an island perfect for baking cookies with Wanda, a spacious living room where Natasha would undoubtedly set up a big TV for movie nights, and upstairs, you found a bedroom that you just knew would be yours.

The house was perfect.

When you ran back to find Wanda and Natasha, they were standing in the living room with the realtor, discussing changes they’d like—adding a fence to the backyard for privacy, painting one of the upstairs bedrooms in softer, more playful tones, and installing blackout curtains in the master bedroom.

Natasha looked over as you skidded to a stop, a bright smile on her face. “What do you think, little one? Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wanda knelt down and cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Good. Because this is going to be your new home, sweetheart. Somewhere safe and quiet, just for us.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you threw your arms around her, your stuffie squished between you. Natasha joined the hug, wrapping her strong arms around the both of you.

“You two are the best,” you whispered, your voice muffled by Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you’re worth it, detka,” Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “This is just the beginning.”

[justalilecho]

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-Wanda is always so gentle with you. She softly coos at you while you babble.

-Wanda always makes sure the diaper bag is packed with everything before you two head out somewhere.

-Wanda always holds your hand in public or has you sit in the carriage.

-Wanda makes sure you get a say in what snacks are picked out so you always have safe little foods.

-Wanda buys you a new sippy almost every time you go to the store.

-Wanda makes sure you have your own little room/playroom, but your toys always seem to find ways out the room, down the hall, on the stairs and in the living room.

-Wanda helps you brush your teeth morning and night as well as potty. (even if you had an accident in the night)

-Wanda surprises you with new stuffies and toys when she comes home from work.

-Wanda loves when you come into her office and tug on her shirt only for her to turn to you and see a lovely coloring book page and adds it to the corkboard above her desk of all your pictures.

-Wanda loves reading you bedtime stories and singing lullabies, especially in Sokovian.

-Wanda loves to let you suckle on her and eventually talked with you about her producing milk for you which made you really happy.

-Wanda always makes you feel safe and special. You're her little prince(ss) after all~

[miloscozycorner]

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.

Carer!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader

• Wanda is there to give you the comfort you need after a hard night.

cw: age regression.

( 647 Words )

You hadn’t been sleeping. Not well, at least. Everything had been so much lately. Class work just kept piling up, and you could’ve sworn you were drowning in it. Your boss was constantly on you.

Of course, Wanda did what she could. She always helped you get small before bed in hopes to help you get to sleep easier. She read you bedtime stories, made you tea, held you close to her and sang lullabies. But yet, you still always ended up tossing and turning.

Exhaustion had been creeping up on you. And this night, like many others, was a sleepless one. You had drifted off momentarily, and you felt content when your eyes had started to droop. Almost feeling like maybe you could get some rest.

Until your mind turned dark. Monsters and screaming and anxiety plagued your dream. Wanda had been asleep next to you, but she stirred when she started to hear whimpers escape your lips and and your body starting to squirm.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, grumbling to herself before shifting her body on the bedpost. “Baby? Are you awake?” She murmured, moving to brush a hair out your face.

You flinched, whining. Your face contorted into one of pain, your body starting to twitch. She immediately knew what it was- another nightmare. The stress had been taking a toll on you, no doubt.

“Wake up, sweet one.” Wanda mumbled, gently trying to rub your back. You squirmed a bit, and Wanda sighed as she gently shook your shoulder. “Sugar, wake up. Wake up for mama.”

With a yelp, you shot up, drenched in a cold sweat. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, coming to your senses. “Mama!” You whimpered, reaching out to cling onto Wanda and bury your face in the crook of her neck.

Tutting, Wanda cooed and held you close, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. “It’s okay, sweet pea. You’re okay, baby. You’re safe.” Wanda mumbled, holding you right.

You sniffled, your breaths finally calming down from hyperventilation as Wanda held you and started to rock you. “Mama I.. I saw monsters. It was so scary.” You babbled in a quiet voice, Wanda using the pads of her thumbs to wipe stray tears off your cheeks.

“I know honey, and it must have been so scary for a little baby like you, huh?” Wanda cooed, pressing a small kiss to your forehead and holding you tight. “But mama’s got you now. You’re safe, angel.”

The scary thoughts eventually slipped from your mind as you focused on Wanda’s soft caresses. She moved to hand you your stuffed bunny, and you held him tight in your arms. Your hands ran over the soft fur, exhaling deeply.

Wanda held you for a moment, letting a comfortable silence pass over the room before she spoke again. “How about mama reads you a bedtime story, hm? Would that help my baby get some good sleep?”

For a moment, you contemplated before giving a short nod. “Yes please, mama.” You mumbled, shifting so that your head rested on her chest. Wanda nodded, reaching over to the nightstand and picking out your favorite storybook.

“How about this one, little bug? I think this is a good choice.” Wanda offered, moving to open up the book and get comfortable as you cuddled close and held your stuffie.

You gave another nod, agreeing to the story and squirming contently in her arms. Wanda laughed,

“Silly baby. So wiggly, aren’t you?” She cooed, ruffling your hair as you giggled and hid your face in embarrassment. “C’mon, honey. Let mama read you a story, precious.”

After wiggling and getting comfortable you finally relaxed, content in her arms. Wanda opened the storybook, her soft voice eventually trading into background noise as she read you the story, holding you close and luring you into a peaceful sleep.

[mommyslittlebird]

A Superhero Like You

Mommy!Wanda x Little!Reader

After a weekend trip with your friends takes a turn for the worse, you have to explain to Wanda why you broke the rules.

CW: hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol and drug use, substance mixing, bad drug reactions, mentions of punishment, spanking. No explicit smut but still 18+.  All characters are over the age of 18.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: My trip this weekend went fine, idk what you’re talking about 👀.

You were in trouble. Big trouble, if Wanda’s stern, displeased look was any indicator.

You’d spent the weekend on a small cabin vacation away with your friends; your older friends. Not as old as Wanda, of course, who was easily a decade older than you, but friends that were 2-5 years older than you. Just old enough to make you feel cool for getting invited to hang out with them. 

The cabin you were staying in was nearly two hours away, not to mention in the middle of the woods with shoddy cell service. Wanda didn’t like the idea at all, but after plenty of conversation, and establishing several rules, she’d reluctantly agreed to let you go. 

You’d promised you wouldn’t drink any alcohol (even though you were 21), nor any drinks you didn’t make yourself. You promised to call her every night, and text her throughout the day with updates. And, most importantly, you promised to call her to come get you if anything made you feel uncomfortable.

By 9pm the first night, you knew coming was a bad idea.You should’ve called Wanda then and there, admitted your mistake, and let her take you home where you’d be safe with her, but you hadn’t. 

Instead you’d waited until things got so bad, the party was busted by the cops, and Wanda had to pick you up from the police station. 

And that’s how you ended up here, with a very upset Wanda looking down at you while you cowered on the sofa. “Would you like to tell me what happened, little girl?”

“I’m sorry,” you cried, tears already falling from your eyes. You hated this feeling; Wanda’s disappointment after you’d done a bad thing. You always tried so hard to be good. Slip ups were honestly pretty rare, but you had never ever done anything to mess up this bad. You didn’t know how Wanda was going to react. 

“You’ve said you’re sorry. Now I need you to tell me what happened,” she scolded, her tone still harsh and unforgiving. “Or I can take you upstairs right now and we can just skip straight to your punishment.”

You swallowed, wrapping your arms around yourself in a desperate attempt at comfort. “Do I still get hugs and cuddles after my spanking?” you asked. You always did get comfort after your punishments, but you needed the extra reassurance that this would be no different, even tonight.

Wanda finally softened slightly, crouching in front of your trembling body. She was upset, but she could still see that you were scared and in desperate need of comfort right now. Regardless of what you’d done, she was always going to take care of you when you needed her. “Of course, detka. After your punishment all is forgiven. But mommy really needs to know exactly what happened first, okay? So I can know what kind of punishment you need. Does that make sense, malyshka?” You nodded weakly. “Is there anything I can get you right now that might help you tell mommy what happened?”

You thought for a second. Cuddling or any intimacy with her would just make you feel more guilty. You didn’t feel like you deserved it right now. “Maybe a blanket?” you requested. “And maybe Thomas too.” You added at the last second. Thomas was a little stuffed triceratops, your favorite stuffed animal.  

Wanda nodded. “Do you want your dinosaur blanket or a different one?” 

“Dinosaurs please.”

“Okay detka, you stay right here and I’ll be back in just a minute.”

You nodded, curling up against yourself as you heard her head up the stairs. Just a moment later you felt the soft fabric of your blanket on your shoulders, and the stuffed dinosaur pressed into your lap. You hugged the plush animal into your chest, rubbing your face against its head. “Thank you, mommy,” you said, muffled by the dinosaur. 

“Of course honey,” she said, sitting down cross legged in front of you. She tried to put her hand on your leg, but you shied away. “Do you need another minute or are you ready?”

You slowly lifted your head, feeling much more comfortable now with your favorite things. “I’m ready.”

She nodded. 

You took a deep breath and then started. “We were having a lot of fun at the beginning. We were being silly in the hot tub, and it was really pretty outside, and everybody had already started drinking but they were just being a little goofy. Then when we went inside and dried off, one of the girls I didn't know so well started talking about drugs. Nothing too bad, just some Xanax, maybe Ambien, a couple things I didn’t know about. But I started to get that bad tummy feeling, so I went on a little walk, just like we talked about. It was really pretty out there mommy. You would’ve loved to see all the cool plants and rocks I found. And the sunset was so pretty.”

She noticed you getting a little off topic, likely avoiding something you didn’t want to talk about. She attempted a gentle redirect. “I’m sure they were beautiful, detka. I’d love to hear all about them later. What happened when you got back to the cabin?”

You went quiet for a second, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. You started crying again, darting your eyes around the room to avoid looking at Wanda. “It wasn’t the same when I got back. My bad tummy feeling got really big. They weren’t just being goofy anymore. They didn’t look right, like their faces looked all dizzy and they weren’t acting right either. They couldn’t really walk right and I tried talking to them but I couldn’t understand them at all.” You paused for a few seconds. “I was so scared.”

She tilted her head and cupped your cheek, making you look at her. “Sweetheart, why didn’t you call me? We talked about this, I would’ve come to get you. You promised you would call if anything like that happened. Mommy just wants you to be safe, but I can���t always keep you safe if you don’t follow the rules.”

Your bottom lip trembled. You felt terrible. You’d been so stupid thinking you could handle something like this alone. “I wanted to be a superhero like you, mommy! My friends were in danger and I wanted to be brave and save them like you do! But I’m not like you and I didn’t know what to do and I messed it all up and got everybody in trouble!”

“Oh detka.” She jumped onto the couch and wrapped her arms around you. You struggled against her for a minute, but she held you tight, gently running her hands through your hair. 

“Everybody was getting so sick and I didn’t know what to do, and then I found Kate passed out…” you cried. The words left your body like water through a busted dam. Kate was your best friend, the one who invited you to the party to begin with. “I got so scared I panicked and called 911 and came and took us all away.”

“Honey, I know that must’ve been so scary to see all your friends like that,” Wanda soothed.

“It was the scariest I’ve ever been in my whole life!” you cried.

“I know malyshka. But it sounds like you did everything right. I wish you would’ve called me, but you did everything you were supposed to do in that situation. Even though it was really scary, you were so brave. You made sure everyone was safe and you saved the day.”

You shook your head. “No I didn't, I got everyone in trouble! They were so mad at me, mommy. I messed it all up so bad.”

 “You didn’t mess anything up. They got themselves in trouble. I’m sorry they couldn’t see that, detka.”She positioned you on her lap and rocked you gently against her chest, shushing the sobs that tore through you. It was several minutes before you spoke again.

“Can we go ahead and do my spanking and then we can cuddle again when I’m all forgiven?” You asked. You needed so desperately to be relieved of your guilt and to know Wanda wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“No spankings for you tonight, sweet girl,” She soothed. 

Your heart sunk. You didn’t think you could sleep a wink until your punishment was over and you were forgiven. “No, please! I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore! I can’t wait for tomorrow to be forgiven, please!”

“There’s no spankings tomorrow either, detka. You don’t need to be punished. You’re already forgiven sweetheart,” she reassured.

You frowned, leaning back to look at Wanda. “I don’t understand. You were so mad.”

Wanda nodded regretfully. “I’m sorry I was being so cold when I picked you up, detka. When I got that call for the police, I was so scared something bad happened to my sweet girl. All I knew was that you got in trouble with the police and I assumed you did something bad before I even heard the whole story. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were a very brave girl. I’m sorry I got you worked up about a punishment before I even knew you needed one.”

You paused cuddling back into her chest. She tucked your head under her chin. “Are you sure you’re not still mad at me?” 

Wanda shook her head. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“Not even a little bit.”

You shifted uncomfortably in her lap. You believed Wanda, but you were still swirling with guilt. Maybe she had forgiven you, but you hadn’t forgiven you. “Maybe I can have a really little spanking? Just a small one before bed.”

Wanda sighed in resignation. She wished she hadn’t gotten so upset with you. It broke her heart to see that you were still so mad at yourself after you’d done something so brave. “If it’ll make you feel better, we can do that, malyshka. But you have to promise to forgive yourself afterwards. You know the rules: after your punishment all is forgiven.”

“I promise,” you swore, wrapping your pinky around hers. 

“That’s my good girl. Now go take your blanket and Thomas upstairs and get ready for me. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

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It was truly less than five minutes before Wanda came up to find you sitting naked on the edge of the bed, your blanket wrapped around your shoulder while you anxiously played with the fabric spines along Thomas’ back. 

She sat down next to you, guiding you over her lap. She knew it made you more comfortable to be so close even when you were being punished. “I’m gonna give you 10 my hand, okay? I want you to count out loud for me. You can hold Thomas if you’d like.”

“Yes, mommy,” you said, grabbing the stuffed animal and pulling him under your chest. 

You obediently counted each smack. They were hard enough to hurt, but not so hard you would feel them tomorrow. You started crying around number three, more out of emotional relief than physical pain. Wanda rubbed your now bare back, but didn’t stop. 

The whole ordeal only lasted about two minutes, but she let you cry in her lap for about ten more. “Shh detka. You did so well. It’s all over honey. All is forgiven. Mommy’s not mad at you.” She cooed repeatedly. 

When you finally got your voice back, you whispered “thank you, mommy. I feel better now.”

She tucked you into bed with Thomas, leaving the room to quickly grab some cream. By the time she got back you were already half asleep. She smiled as she watched you rub your face against the soft pillows. She applied the cream before crawling into bed next to you and allowing you to snuggle back into her chest.

“You wanna know a secret?” she whispered. 

“What?” you mumbled sleepily. 

“I think you might be the bravest girl in the whole world. You’re my superhero.”

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

hiii cutie angel💕💕

could you write something mama!wandanat and little!fem!reader

maybe a bedtime routine and we sneak in wanda and natties bed for cuddle in the middle of the night maybe a bad dream?

thanks lovely

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Little!Reader x Cg!Natasha Romanoff x Cg!Wanda Maximoff - Bedtime

Word count: 1032

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The second the first yawn escaped your lips Natasha and Wanda were by your sides. “Hey little dove,” Wanda cooed, sitting down by your side on the couch. Natasha reached over to switch off the tv before placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mama thinks it’s time for bed,” she hummed gently, pulling you into her arms.

“Bed time,” you parroted, already feeling sleepy.

“That’s right baby,” Wanda praised. “Would you like a bottle?” You nodded eagerly, clambering up from the couch. Natasha laughed, pulling you back down.

“Not so fast malysh, bath time first.” You whined but didn’t argue further as Natasha lifted you off the couch. She brought you into the bathroom while Wanda went off to make your bottle. Natasha sat you on the side of the bath while she ran the water. “Go pick your bubbles moya devochka,” Natasha instructed. You opened up the bathroom cabinet, pulling out your favourite bubble bath - strawberry. Natasha poured some into the water, mixing it around and making sure the temperature was good. “Alright, let’s get you in.” Natasha gently helped you undress and climb into the water. She washed you down with a washcloth and then washed your hair before letting you play with your bath toys. You hadn’t realised how tired you’d really been until you found yourself yawning and struggling to keep your eyes open only five minutes later. “Alright, let’s get my girl nice and toasty,” Natasha cooed. She lifted you from the bath and wrapped you up in a fluffy towel. She dried you off quickly, lightly tickling your skin to get you giggling as she went. “Who’s my happy baby?” She smiled, poking your cheek playfully.

“Mama’s baby!” You giggled excitedly.

“That’s right my dove, now how about some jammies?” You nodded and Nat guided you into your bedroom where Wanda was waiting with your favourite pyjamas.

“Mummy,” you beamed,

“Hello sweet dove,” Wanda pulled you into her arms and you burrowed your face in her neck sleepily. “Let’s get your hair brushed, hm?” You sat down beside the bed and Wanda brushed your hair out gently before carefully tying it into two braids - making sure it never hurts you. While she did this Natasha started preparing the room for you to sleep; closing the curtains, turning on your white noise machine and swapping out the overhead light for the fairy lights which decorate your bedroom. Once your hair was done Wanda helped you up onto the change table, you lay down, falling into routine easily. Wanda helped you into a pull-up and then your soft pyjamas which were a light yellow colour and dotted with small pink flowers. “Look at that, my baby, all nice and warm,” Wanda cooed and pressed a kiss to your belly before pulling your shirt all the way down.

Natasha swooped in and carried you to your bed, you immediately bundled your stuffies up in your arms, sleep approaching quickly. Natasha lifted your soft duvet up to your chin, it was pink and covered in pretty butterflies, it was your favourite because your mamas had picked it out for you. Natasha knelt beside the bed, taking your bottle and holding it to your lips, she used the other hand to gently stroke her finger against your cheek in a soothing motion. Wanda began to sing softly to you in Sokovian and you quickly slipped into a peaceful sleep.

It was only a few hours later when you were ripped from your slumber by a violent and scary nightmare. You woke up gasping for air and trembling in fear of something you couldn’t remember whether was real or not. Your Mamas were gone, logically you knew they were in their own beds but a part of you worried they were somewhere scarier. Needing to make sure your mamas were ok you climbed out of bed, grabbing your teddy bear for safety in numbers. You tiptoed out of bed, you felt a little bit bad because Wanda and Nat always said you needed to stay in bed because you needed lots of sleep but if they were hurt you had to help them. You shuffled down the hall and poked your head into their bedroom. They were both asleep, the gentle rise and fall of their chests peaceful and even. If you were super quiet they probably wouldn’t even notice. Carefully you crept across the soft carpet, just as you got to the bed you misstep, causing a loud creak to rattle around the room. You froze, but Natasha was up in a second, immediately ready to defend. She relaxed when she saw you frozen at the end of the bed. “What happened, baby dove?” She cooed, beckoning you up onto the bed. You crawled across the bed, burrowing yourself between Wanda and Natasha.

“Bad dream,” you whispered in Natasha’s ear, not wanting to wake Wanda.

“Oh poor Malysh,” Natasha sighed, gently stroking your cheek. “Well you’re all safe now and Mama is gonna make sure no more scary dreams can get you.” You nodded, resting your head against Natasha’s chest.

“Thanks mama,”

“No problem moya lyubov',” she cooed. You gently held your hand out to Wanda’s sleeping face, feeling her breath against your skin to assure yourself she was ok. “Mummy is a very deep sleeper isn’t she?” You nodded with a yawn. “She gets scary dreams sometimes too, you know that? So does mama.” You looked up with wide eyes, you’d always thought Mama and Mummy were too big for scary dreams. “But we take care of eachother, just like we take care of you and you take care of us. That’s what families are for.” She punctuated her sentence with a kiss to your nose which caused you to giggle and poke her cheeks. “Give your mummy a goodnight kiss,” Natasha urged quietly and you leant over to press a soft kiss to Wanda’s cheek. Even though she was asleep you hoped it would make her dreams much nicer. Natasha handed you your pacifier which had been left on her bedside table and curled up between your mamas you fell into a peaceful sleep once again.

[midastouch013]

Her Caregiver

TO THE ANON: I'm so sorry, I lost your request, but I hope this meets what you had requested

Summary: Natasha Romanoff has always managed to keep her little secret a secret, but what happens when she gets jealous of how you care for Wanda?

Warnings: Little/Caregiver, Jealousy, Little Nat, Little Wanda

P.S. Sorry for being so late, there was this retreat and there wasn't any reception there. Plus, I'm not sure if this is exactly how Caregiver and Little fics work, but I hope you like it.

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Natasha Romanoff sat in her room, her gaze drifting towards the stuffed animals arranged neatly on her bed. She had always been drawn to the softness and comfort they provided, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of her life as an Avenger. But there was something deeper behind her fascination with these childish trinkets, something she had never fully acknowledged until now.

She glanced at the door, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had been harboring a secret, one she hadn't dared to share with anyone, not even her closest friends. Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was a little.

The thought both terrified and excited her. Terrified because she feared judgment and rejection from her peers. Excited because she longed for the care and comfort she had never allowed herself to experience. But most of all, she longed for someone to understand her, to see past the tough exterior she presented to the world.

That someone, she realized, was you.

You, her teammate, her friend, the one person she trusted above all others. She knew you had a kind heart and a gentle touch, qualities she desperately craved in a caregiver. But how could she ever admit such vulnerability to you? How could she risk tarnishing the image of the fearless Avenger you admired?

Natasha sighed, her fingers tracing the edges of a plush bear. She wished she could be brave enough to ask for what she needed, to shed the weight of her secrets and be truly seen. But fear held her back, fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of being deemed unworthy of love.

And so, she buried her desires deep within her heart, locking them away behind walls of steel. But even the strongest barriers couldn't contain the longing in her soul, the ache for connection that refused to be silenced.

And so, a series of events were to set that day, one that would make her have you, as her caregiver, maybe even something more.

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In the quiet of the Avengers compound, a sudden disruption shattered the tranquility. Wanda Maximoff stumbled into the common area, her usually composed demeanor replaced by one of vulnerability. Sensing something amiss, you approached her, concern etched across your features.

"Hey, Wanda, what's wrong?" you asked gently, kneeling beside her as she curled up on the couch.

Wanda looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes. "I-I don't know," she whimpered softly.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe here," you assured her, offering a comforting smile. "Do you want a blanket?"

She nodded, sniffling, and you quickly fetched a blanket, wrapping it around her trembling form. Wanda leaned into your embrace, finding solace in the warmth you provided.

Meanwhile, Natasha observed from a distance, a pang of envy stirring within her. She watched as you comforted Wanda, offering the kind of care and tenderness that the redhead secretly longed for herself.

As Wanda began to relax under your gentle ministrations, Natasha couldn't help but approach, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Is she okay?" Natasha inquired softly, her eyes flickering between you and Wanda.

"Yeah, she just slipped into her little space," you explained, shooting Natasha a reassuring smile. "She'll be alright, though."

Natasha nodded, but the jealousy still gnawed at her, a silent reminder of her own unspoken desires.

Feeling a sudden urge to help, Natasha joined you and Wanda, offering her assistance.

"Can I help?" Natasha asked, her voice gentle.

"Of course, Nat. Can you grab her favorite stuffed animal from her room?" you suggested.

Natasha nodded and disappeared momentarily, returning with Wanda's beloved toy. She handed it to Wanda with a soft smile, and Wanda's face lit up at the sight of it.

With Natasha's help, you continued to comfort Wanda, ensuring she felt safe and loved in her vulnerable state.

Later, when you and Natasha found yourselves alone, Natasha couldn't resist commenting on your compassion.

"Hey, I just wanted to say… you're really good with her," Natasha admitted, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Thanks, Nat. I just want to make sure she feels safe and loved," you replied sincerely.

Natasha nodded, but there was a sadness in her eyes that you couldn't quite place.

"Are you okay?" you asked, sensing her unease.

Natasha forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

You accepted her answer, but couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Natasha's emotions than she let on.

As the evening wore on, Natasha's jealousy and insecurity continued to fester, gnawing at her from the inside out. Feeling overwhelmed, she excused herself from the common area and retreated to the solitude of her room.

Alone in the dimly lit space, Natasha paced back and forth, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew she shouldn't let herself succumb to her little space, that she needed to remain strong and in control. But the more she fought against it, the more the longing tugged at her heartstrings.

"I can't let this happen," she muttered to herself, clenching her fists in frustration. "I have to stay in control."

But the more she fought against it, the stronger the pull became, until Natasha found herself sinking onto her bed, her resolve crumbling like sand between her fingers. Tears pricked at her eyes as she surrendered to the overwhelming tide of emotion.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to no one in particular, feeling the weight of her own inadequacy bear down upon her.

Meanwhile, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. Natasha's sudden disappearance hadn't gone unnoticed, and you knew that she was struggling with something deeper than she let on.

Determined to offer her support, you made your way to her room, the hallway stretching out before you like an endless expanse of uncertainty. With each step, your concern grew, mingling with a sense of urgency that propelled you forward.

Standing before Natasha's closed door, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. You raised your hand and knocked softly, the sound echoing in the silence of the hallway.

"Natasha?" you called out tentatively, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you in there?"

Inside the room, Natasha's heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But deep down, she knew that she couldn't keep her struggles hidden forever.

"Come in" she said softly, so soft that you almost missed it.

As you stepped into Natasha's room, your eyes fell upon her huddled form on the bed, her posture small and vulnerable. For a moment, you were taken aback, the sight of Natasha in her little state catching you completely off guard.

"Natasha?" you murmured softly, your voice laced with genuine surprise. "I… I didn't realize…"

But before you could finish your sentence, you noticed the way Natasha's shoulders tensed, her expression shifting from vulnerability to embarrassment. It was as if she had been caught in a moment of weakness, a side of herself she had never intended for anyone to see.

Feeling a pang of guilt for intruding upon her private moment, you quickly reassured her, "It's okay, Natasha. You don't have to explain anything to me."

But Natasha recoiled slightly, her gaze averted as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. She felt exposed, as if the carefully constructed walls she had built around herself had crumbled to dust, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for you to see me like this."

You approached her slowly, your movements gentle and deliberate as you reached out a hand to offer her comfort. "It's okay, Natasha," you repeated softly. "You don't have to apologize for being yourself."

But Natasha couldn't shake the feeling of shame that gnawed at her from within. She had spent so long hiding this part of herself from the world, afraid of being judged or rejected. And now, with you standing before her, seeing her at her most vulnerable, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming inadequacy.

As you sat beside Natasha on the bed, a sense of determination washed over you. You refused to let Natasha grapple with her inner turmoil alone, especially now that you knew about this vulnerable side of her.

With gentle determination, you wrapped your arms around Natasha, pulling her into a comforting embrace. She tensed at first, still feeling the weight of embarrassment and shame, but gradually, she began to relax into your touch, allowing herself to be held.

"I'm here for you, Natasha," you whispered softly, your voice a soothing balm to her wounded soul. "You don't have to face this alone."

Natasha's breath hitched as tears welled up in her eyes, the floodgates of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. But you held her steady, offering her the strength and support she so desperately needed.

With a trembling hand, you brushed away her tears, your touch gentle and reassuring. "Let me take care of you," you murmured, your words a promise of unwavering love and support.

As Natasha nestled into your comforting embrace, her vulnerability laid bare before you, you knew that she needed more than just words of reassurance. With tender care, you gently brushed her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks, your touch eliciting a soft sigh from her trembling lips.

"Shh, it's okay, Natasha," you whispered soothingly, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet of her room. "You're safe here with me."

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to contain her emotions, but with your steady presence by her side, she began to relax into your embrace, allowing herself to be held.

In a moment of instinctive tenderness, you brought your thumb to your lips, offering it to Natasha. At first, she hesitated, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but you urged her gently, encouraging her to trust you.

"Here, Natasha," you murmured softly, your voice laced with warmth and affection. "It's okay to seek comfort in whatever way you need."

With a shaky breath, Natasha tentatively took your thumb into her mouth, her lips wrapping around it instinctively as she sought solace in the simple act of sucking. A sense of calm washed over her as she melted into your embrace, the rhythmic motion soothing her frayed nerves.

You smiled tenderly at her, your heart swelling with love and admiration for this strong and resilient woman who had entrusted you with her vulnerability. With each gentle stroke of your thumb against her lips, you offered her the comfort and care she so desperately needed, reaffirming your unwavering support for her.

And as Natasha nestled closer to you, her breathing slow and steady, you knew that in that moment, you had helped her find peace amidst the chaos of her inner turmoil. Together, you shared a bond that transcended words, a silent understanding forged in the crucible of vulnerability and acceptance.

With a contented sigh, Natasha closed her eyes, her grip on your thumb loosening as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. And as you held her close, you vowed to always be there for her, to offer her comfort and care whenever she needed it, for as long as she would have you by her side.

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As Natasha stirred from her peaceful slumber, she blinked groggily, the remnants of sleep still clinging to her mind. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she was no longer nestled in your comforting embrace, a sense of panic threatening to overtake her.

Frantically, she scanned the room, her eyes darting around in search of your familiar presence. But to her dismay, you were nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone once more.

A wave of sadness washed over Natasha as she struggled to contain her rising emotions. Just when she thought she had found solace in your care, you had disappeared without a trace, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before.

With a heavy sigh, Natasha felt herself slipping back into her little space, her defenses crumbling as she sought refuge from the overwhelming sense of abandonment. She curled up on the bed, her thumb finding its way to her lips once more as she sought comfort in the familiar ritual.

But just as Natasha was on the brink of succumbing to her inner turmoil, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, drawing her attention away from her troubled thoughts. Hope blossomed in her chest as she heard the familiar sound of your voice, dispelling the darkness that threatened to consume her.

And then, to her immense relief, you appeared in the doorway, a warm smile gracing your lips as you greeted her with a tender gaze.

"Hey, Natasha," you said softly, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm sorry I was gone for a moment. I just needed to use the washroom."

As Natasha took in your reassuring presence, a sense of calm washed over her, dispelling the last traces of her anxiety. She felt a surge of gratitude for your unwavering support, knowing that no matter how lost she felt, you would always be there to guide her through the darkness.

With a contented sigh, Natasha reached out to you, her small hand seeking yours in a silent gesture of gratitude and affection. And as you took her hand in yours, a sense of peace settled over her, knowing that with you by her side, she could weather any storm that came her way. As you sat beside Natasha, her hand in yours, a question lingered at the forefront of your mind. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, you summoned the courage to voice your curiosity.

"Natasha," you began softly, "do you know why you went into your little space earlier?"

Natasha's breath caught in her throat at your question, her heart racing with uncertainty. She had never intended for you to find out about this vulnerable side of her, and now that you were asking her about it, she felt a wave of apprehension wash over her.

"I... I don't know," she murmured hesitantly, her gaze flickering away from yours. "I guess... I guess I just felt overwhelmed."

You studied her carefully, sensing that there was more to her answer than she was letting on. "Is there something else, Natasha?" you pressed gently, your voice filled with concern.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, her mind racing as she grappled with her inner turmoil. But then, with a shaky breath, she found the courage to speak her truth.

"I... I've always wanted to hide my little space from everyone," she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't want anyone to know about this vulnerable side of me, especially not you."

The confession hung heavy in the air between you, a silent acknowledgment of Natasha's deepest fears and insecurities. And in that moment, you realized just how much she had been struggling, how much she had been hiding from you all this time.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, your heart aching for her pain. "I had no idea."

But to your surprise, Natasha offered you a small smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "You couldn't have known."

A silence passed between you, and you could sense that she was debating on whether to tell you, so you stayed quiet, and waited.

As Natasha gathered her courage to share her feelings, she took a deep breath, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"I… I need to tell you something," she began softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You listened intently, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for Natasha to speak.

"I was… I was jealous of Wanda," Natasha admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "When I saw you with her, offering her comfort… I couldn't help but feel envious."

Her confession took you by surprise, a pang of guilt tugging at your heart as you realized the impact your actions had unknowingly had on Natasha.

"I'm sorry, Natasha," you murmured softly, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way."

But Natasha shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "It's not your fault," she reassured you gently. "I know you were just trying to help."

You studied her carefully, a sense of admiration swelling within you at her honesty and vulnerability. Despite her struggles, Natasha had found the courage to open up to you, to share her deepest fears and insecurities.

"Natasha," you began tentatively, your voice filled with sincerity, "I want you to know that I'm not Wanda's actual caregiver. I was just there to offer her comfort when she needed it."

To your relief, Natasha's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "I know," she replied softly. "And I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions."

With a sense of relief washing over you, you reached out to squeeze Natasha's hand in yours, a silent gesture of solidarity and support.

"Natasha," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper, "would you let me be your caregiver? Not just as a friend, but as something more?"

For a moment, Natasha's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening in surprise at your heartfelt request. But then, to your immense relief, she nodded, a radiant smile spreading across her face.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "Yes, I would like that very much."

[wandaslovie]

𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂

paring: mama!wanda maximoff x little!masc!reader summary: getting ready for bedtime with mama wanda, but instead of sleeping in your nursery, you sleep in mama's bed. cw: age regression, boyre(?), reader regresses to around 5, lots of fluff word count: 646

a/n: this is a short fic, ‘m sorry. but! i hope you enjoy it :3. wanda is so boy mom, i luv her so much.

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As bedtime approached, Wanda stood in the kitchen, tidying up the last few dishes. You had settled on the floor next to the coffee table in the living room, crayon in hand and a coloring book open before you. After dinner, you had pleaded with Mama to let you color for a little while before your bath and bedtime, and she had agreed! She entered the living room, leaning against the door frame, smiling at you. You look absolutely adorable.

"Hey baby… it's about time we get you ready for your bath," she called out gently, usually you'd ask for more playtime because you often have so much fun. But tonight — much to Wanda's pleasure, you easily put away your crayons and the coloring book. "‘m on my way, Mama!" you say. Standing and making your way over to her.

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Bathtime was fun, as always. Wanda lets you play with your rubber duckies and boats! It's even more fun when she plays with you. Giggles and laughter erupted with each splash of bubbly bath water.

After getting dried and changed into your favorite spider-man pajama onesie, Wanda settles you in the twin-sized bed that's in the middle of your playroom. Almost immediately you whined, making grabby hands for your Mama. "Uppy!" you pout.

"Bub, it's bedtime." says your Mama, and that doesn't stop you from your pouting. Tonight you hadn't wanted to sleep alone. "Mm-mm, no sleep!" sitting upright, you try to gently take Wanda's hand in your own.

She didn't quite understand why you were refusing to sleep, it was easy settling you down, tonight felt different though.

"Okay, well… it's still very much bedtime. Tell me what Mama can do to get her baby boy to sleep, hmm?" she attempts to coax you, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to your legs. "Wanna sleep wit Mama." the tone in your voice was gentle, quiet. She couldn't help but smile at your sweetness. "Baby's feeling clingy tonight, huh? C'mon, Mama's bed has more room."

The two of you padded across the hallway, to Wanda's room, the scent of cinnamon hit you seconds after you stepped through the door frame. Your Mama always loved cinnamon scenty things. She helped you crawl onto her comfortable bed, and obviously you sprawled out in the middle of the mattress.

"Ah! My love, where is Mama supposed to lay??" she gasped in mock offense, causing you to giggle happily. "Oh, silly Mama, you lie with me, here's!" your eyes sparkled, rolling onto your side and smiling warmly at the redhead who stood before you.

Wanda softly lied down beside you, smiling at your adorable smile. Oh you were just the cutest! "Sweet boy." she whispers, leaning in and pressing the gentlest of kisses to your cheek. Which causes you to blush lightly. "Mama…" you mumble, a warm smile still painting your lips. She couldn't help but chuckle, pinching your cheek softly. "Hmm?" she hummed, pressing more kisses to your face. One to your right cheek, left cheek, forehead and the tip of your nose.

Each kiss has you giggling. Arms wrapped around her midsection, she finally settled down, lying on her back and guiding your head to rest on her chest. Brushing her fingers through your hair.

Wanda decided to hum a lullaby. After the Westview incident, she believed she'd never find the kind of love she had for her twin boys again. That was until you came around. You were the shiest person she's met, even in your big space, you often find yourself shying away from social interaction. But Wanda had a kind of warmth that caused you to adore her immediately.

"Sleep now, ducky." her voice is a loving whisper, you nuzzle deeper in her embrace, more than content to fall asleep on Mama's chest like this.

Eventually you do, a warm smile on her lips as she watches your breathing even out and that sweet peaceful expression lull over your face.

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[littlespacereader]

hi id love love love if you could do wanda!caregiver and a reader whos about 9-11 years old. reader has been really stressed due to school and processing trauma, and after a week of not attending, wanda persuades them into being a kiddo with her all day to relieve some stress :3 i have no nicknames i hate, but an absolute FAV is "angel."

I’ve never written for Wanda before!! I was so excited for the opportunity! I really hope you love this story as much as I did writing it! Enjoy!!💞💞

A Little Love From Mama🥣

Caregiver! Wanda Maximoff & GN Little! Reader

Tags- hurt and comfort, hugs, cuddles, forehead kisses, cooking together, drawing, small cameo of Vision at the end

There’s been a pit in Wanda’s stomach for weeks now. Slowly but surely she could see the stress and trauma eating away at her little one.

In and out of the Avengers tower they would go, giving a small quiet goodbye to Wanda and the rest before attending school. Then dragging themselves back home to the tower looking even worse than before.

She knew school had been their biggest stressor. Between the other students, the workload, and the social aspect of it all, it was taking a toll on their mental health.

Wanda didn’t want to push them or make things worse, but her motherly caregiver instincts couldn’t help herself. She made them lunch, giving them a small kiss on the forehead beofre they left and gave them a warm hug when they returned.

But even these small gestures didn’t help the inevitable.

Eventually they started missing classes, then missing days at school. At first Wanda wasn’t too worried, maybe they needed a mental health day just like some take sick days.

But that day turned to days that turned to a week. She knew she had to step in, she couldn’t hold back another minute.

The Avengers went on a mission abroad, leaving her the perfect opportunity for her to take care of Y/N alone.

A small soft knock to their door, “Y/N? Can I come in?”

Silence, then “I…*sniffle*…I thought you were on the mission?”

“I decided I didn’t want to go. Can I come in Angel?”

Angel, a nickname reserved for Y/N when they’re regressed. It holds a special meaning between the two of them.

It already seems to have taken its effect onto Y/N as they softly yet with a broken sob say, “Yes Mama.”

Wanda immediately enters the room to find, Y/N sitting on their bed, knees up to their chest, crying.

“Awww Angel come here,” she takes a seat on the bed and opens her arms to Y/N who gladly reciprocates.

Wanda wraps them in a tight hug, one arm holding them close and tightly against her, the other rubbing their back. All while Y/N cries in their arms.

“I know sweetheart I know, it’s been a lot recently hasn’t it?” She asks getting a small nod.

“You don’t need to worry about a thing right now. It’s time for Mama to take care of her sweet little Angel. Okay? Does that sound good to you?”

Y/N break apart but only slightly to look into Wanda’s eyes. There she can see the change immediately, now she’s got a Little in her arms. They nod their head, looking so desperately in need of some love and affection.

“There’s my sweet Angel.” She smiles, leaning forwards to places a soft kiss to their head.

“Let’s get you changed into some clean comfy clothes and then we’ll see what we’re going to do for the rest of the evening okay?”

Another small nod but this time accompanied with a smile. It’s been a long time since Wanda’s seen them smile.

Without even moving, using her powers she opened their closet and grabbed their favorite pair of pajamas, bringing it over to the two of them. She then helped them change. While she knew their headspace was older, she figured the extra comfort would be welcomed.

And welcomed it was. She ended it by brushing their hair and placing another kiss to their forehead for good measure. “There we are. All fresh and comfy.” She smiled back to them.

She stood from the bed and took their hand in hers, “Now how shall we spending our evening together?” She asks as they walking from Y/N’s room into the tower.

“We could play legos, we could play make believe, we could watch a movie and snuggle up together.” Wanda began listing options to help her little one.

“C-Could we…” Y/N started to say.

“What is it Angel?” She stopped and turned to them, carding a hand through their hair.

“Could we cook together?” Y/N suggested shyly.

Wanda’s face brighten up with the suggestion. “Of course we can Angel. I’d love to.”

They walking into the small kitchen together. Y/N took a seat and the barstool as Wanda rounded the counter, standing across from them.

“Now what dish would you like to cook chef?” She winked.

Y/N smiled, “Can we cook one of your family recipes?”

“Of course we can.” With the flick of her wrist pots and pans started flying out from the cabinets. Then the ingredients started to fly from the fridge.

“We’re going to make a Sokovian dish called Chicken Paprikash. So first I’m going to need you to help Mama cut the vegetables.”

A small cutting board and a plastic knife floated over to where Y/N was sitting on the barstool. “Now, I want you to be extra careful with the knife okay? It’s not that sharp but it could hurt my little Angel.”

“I promise I’ll be careful.” Y/N said, so happy to be helping out.

A green bell paper floats over to Y/N, landing on their cutting board. “Could you cut that up for Mama? I’ll get started on the chicken while you do.”

Y/N eagerly nodded and began working on cutting their bell pepper up. They worked in comfortable silence. Wanda humming a small song while Y/N focused on their work.

“Mama?”

“Yes?” Wanda lifted her head.

“Where’s Papa tonight?” Y/N asked about Vision.

“Papa went on the mission tonight. But I’m sure he will be back later to see his little Angel again. And won’t he be so surprised to learn that you made dinner!”

Y/N gasp and looks back at Wanda beyond excited. “We gotta save him a bowl!!”

“We definitely will. We can’t leave Papa out.” She smiles. Even though Vision couldn’t taste anything nor did he eat, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.

Y/N helps put all the cut vegetables into the soup. Wanda floats over the lid, covering the soup and letting it simmer and cook.

“Now we have to let it cook on its own for a while. But, in the meantime, maybe we could play together or draw?”

“Draw!! Let’s draw something!” Y/N jumped from their seat.

“Go ahead and get your markers while I clean up. I’ll meet you there Angel.” Wanda explained as more things started to float.

After a couple of minutes, Wanda join Y/N at the table, coloring a picture together. Wanda praised every picture, promising to put it on the fridge.

Both of their head lifted to the sound of the timer going off. “The soup!” Y/N smiled.

“It’s all ready,” Wanda smiled back, “Clean off the table while I grab us a bowl.”

Y/N nodded, starting to put their markers and papers away. After they were all cleaned up, Wanda had returned with two bowls.

Together they sat at the table enjoying the meal they made together. With the first spoon full Wanda gasp, “Y/N, I think this is the best chicken Paprikash I’ve ever had!”

Y/N’s whole face lit up. “Really?!”

“Definitely! I couldn’t have made it any better myself. You’re truly a talented cook! You truly are a Maximoff.” She smiles back, seeing the Little beaming under the praise.

They enjoyed their meal together, sitting right beside one another, talking and laughing together. The worries and stresses of school long forgotten.

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Vision returned back to the tower late at night. Quietly arriving off the elevator at his shared floor with Wanda and Y/N. The light were off so he assumed they had gone to bed.

That was…until he saw the television still playing in the living room.

He made his way over, to find Wanda and Y/N sound asleep cuddled on the couch together. The tv plays Y/N’s favorite cartoon, and mixed with the low lighting must’ve lulled the two to sleep.

Vision smiled at the sight, happy that Wanda was able to help Y/N. He grabbed their bowls of snacks and their drinks, bringing it back to the kitchen to help clean up while they slept.

He walked over to the fridge, seeing the outside now decorated with new drawings. He opened the door and inside sat a bowl of soup with a note:

Dear Papa,

I made this bowl of soup with Mama today! I saved this bowl especially for you!

Made with love,

- Y/N xoxoxo

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Their Girl, Part 4

TW: N/A I believe

Translations: Malysh - baby

Word Count: 3K (longest so far!!)

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks @aggies-little-duck @helloomimi @kawaiipeacemusic as always thank you guys for listening :)

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You grab your shoes and head to sit on the couch beginning to tie your rainbow laces. Wanda comes in in jeans and a loose white top and she smiles at you “hi sweetie” she has her phone in one hand and a red purse in the other. “Natasha’s on the phone but she’ll be out in a moment” she reassures and you nod. Wanda sits on the couch next to you and Natasha comes out a moment later in jeans, brown laced up boots, and a grey turtleneck. Her phone is tucked between her ear and her neck.

“Mhm. I have to go in a minute ‘Lena. Wanda and I are taking our new house member to the store. Mhm y/n. The one I texted you about?” Natasha said with an amused grin. “‘Lena?” You whisper to Wanda “Yelena her younger sister” she explains and you freeze. “Yelena? Romanov?” You question “yes…?” Wanda said furrowing her brows together. “That’s my best friend” you say dumbly “she mentioned an older sister and said her name was Natasha but I didn’t think” you splutter while Natasha looks down. “Something wrong sweetie?” She asks “could you uh pass the phone to me?” You ask and Natasha opens her mouth “Just hand it over love” Wanda says.

Natasha passes you the phone and you hold it up to your ear she shoots you a quizzical look “Hey ‘Lena” you say and you hear a cup drop on the other end. “Y/n????” Yelena says, her voice going slightly higher in surprise. “Hi” you say, still slightly dumbfounded, “you’re Natasha’s houseguest???” She questions “I mean yeah. I didn’t know she was your sister I swear! I mean this is crazy” you say with a laugh. Natasha watches still confused but Wanda leans over and explains to her quietly in her ear. Natasha blinked “what” she deadpanned looking at Wanda and Wanda laughed into her wife’s shoulder before resting her head against it watching you talk on the phone with a fond smile.

“This is insane. Listen I gotta go I’ve got my lunch with Kate but I will expect a full explanation from your side of the story. Natasha already explained blah blah she was gushing over you. But hand my phone back to my sister please. Love you babe” Yelena said “Love you too” you carefully hand the phone back to Natasha. She chats for a few seconds before putting the phone down. 

“So you’re my little sister's best friend?” Natasha questions and you nod “sorry I totally would’ve told you if I had known but I mean” you shrug “no it’s fine life is just funny huh?” Natasha says with a warm smile. 

“Ready to leave?” Wanda asked, standing up from the couch and you nod still reeling a bit from the knowledge you’re living with your best friend's older sister. Natasha stands up and you follow them both out the door to the black SUV. “Remind me again what you two do? Nice car, amazing house” you mutter under your breath and Natasha snorts. “I run a lawyer firm. And of course Wanda’s your psychology professor.” She says “ah the lawyering that’s what does it” you say as you hop into the backseat.

Wanda grins as she slides into the driver's seat “Being a professor is emotionally fulfilling thank you very much” she says with a small grin and Natasha flicks her ear. “So we’re grabbing basic groceries, more clothes for you, and some stuff for your room” Wanda says and she starts the drive to the store. “Again you two don’t have-“ you're cut off by Wanda’s stern look for the rear view mirror and you fall silent. 

Natasha grins and opens Spotify on the car screen “anything specific you want to listen to y/n?” She asks “not particularly. I’m good with pretty much anything but uh I noticed the Coven of chaos band sweatshirt. They seem cool” you say and Wanda grins. “They’re our favorite” She says simply “I haven’t really heard any of their songs besides the ballad so maybe we could listen to them” you suggest.

“Great choice” Natasha says and clicks on another song called ‘my scar’ and you're practically in love with the lead singer's voice the moment she starts. You listen to the band in rapture not even noticing when Wanda parks the car. “Alright come on kiddo out of the car” Natasha says leaning back and unbuckling your seatbelt before sliding out. “I could’ve done that” you point out but hop out of the car. “Yes you could have” Natasha agreed as she held Wanda’s hand as they walked in. 

“I’ve got the cart” you say, grabbing the cart and following both of them around the store. The store is fairly empty surprisingly and there’s bright colors everywhere. You end up in the snack aisle first and Wanda kisses Natasha’s cheek. “I’m going to go grab some fruit and veggies.” Natasha squeezes her hand but then turns to you once she’s gone “wanna play a game?” Her eyes twinkle mischievously. “Uhh sure ma’am” you answer “great! Leave the cart  there and grab 3 different snacks you want.” Natasha said as she grabbed a bag of veggie straws, a box of fruit snacks, and white cheddar cheese it’s.

 “First of all white cheddar cheese its sucks” you deadpan but pick your 3 snacks out “second why are we doing this?” You're holding a box of normal cheese its, a box of belvita bites, and a bag of goldfish. “Alright come here down to the end of the aisle” Natasha walks to the end of the aisle “whatever you can land in the cart we can buy.” She bargains “couldn’t this stuff get damaged?” You point out “those boxes are sturdy and you’re being a worrywart come on” Natasha said and in that moment she reminded you of Yelena.

 “Alright alright” you concede “you go first.” Natasha chucks the bag of veggie straws in and it lands. You go to lob the goldfish in and it misses and you groan “this is a stupid sport to be good at” you say to Natasha sticking your tongue out. She tweaks your nose, sticking her tongue out right back and then goes to toss in the fruit snacks. It hits the edge of the cart and topples in sending the cart a little further away.

“Hey!” You protest and Natasha just chuckles and you scowl and underhand toss the belvita bits in and it gets in and you jump happily spinning a little. Natasha goes to toss the white cheddar cheez its in and it barely misses and she groans “truly a tragedy.” You toss the normal cheez its and they also miss. “Darn it!” You frown at the box now on the floor Natasha laughs at you “and what was going on here?” Wanda’s voice comes from behind you and Natasha freezes and you fidget. 

“Playing a game” Natasha says wincing and looking at her wife apologetically “you are a menace” Wanda informs Natasha but her gaze softens when she lands on you. “Was it fun at least sweetie?” She asked and you nod “we got good snacks!!” You say with a wide grin and Wanda chuckles. “I guess I can forgive you both” she sighs “but I’m keeping an eye on both of you now” she says sternly and Natasha nods, sliding a hand around her waist.

Wanda’s holding a few different containers of fruit including strawberries which made you beam and your eyes go wide. She sets them in the cart while Natasha picks up the snacks that didn’t make it, examines the boxes and then places them back. “Natasha, could you go grab a frozen meal and 3 proteins?” Wanda asks and Natasha nods “of course I’ll take the cart if you take y/n to the clothes section” She replies grabbing the cart and heading to the meat section. Wanda starts heading to the clothes with you in tow. 

“So what kind of clothes do you like?” Wanda asks and you shrug “comfy mostly. Oversized. Dresses sometimes.” Wanda chuckles at you squeezing your hand. “Let’s start with sweatshirts, shirts, and jeans mkay? Then one or two dresses and we’ll see where we’re at?” She suggests and you nod. She finds a light blue sweatshirt with clouds on it and you touch it gauging the texture. “This is nice” you murmur and check the price tag “jeez. Ever heard of overpriced” you mutter under your breath. Wanda presses a finger to your lips “nope. None of that today.”

You pout against her finger and she laughs and you find a pink sweatshirt with smiley faces. “This one okay?” You ask Wanda and you’re pretty sure she muffled an ‘aww’. “Of course sweetie. Let’s grab some bottoms now okay?” She suggests and you nod, finding a few jeans and leggings you like and presents them to Wanda. “Cute” she says and holds them with the sweatshirts. Natasha arrives with the cart with beef, chicken breasts, and some sliced meats in it. You catch a glimpse of frozen pizza and a salad kit and grin. Wanda and her have a hushed discussion while you search for shirts. 

You find a few different colored and patterned long sleeved shirts and then a few short sleeved shirts and put them in the cart. “Good job sweetie not protesting” Natasha said with a fond smile and you fidget with your sleeves “I don’t want her stern look again” you admit eyes flicking over to Wanda who was examining some socks. Natasha snorts “I don’t want that either trust me” she gently elbowed you in the side and you laughed. “Do you like fuzzy socks sweetie?” Wanda asks and you nod, she tosses some to you and you feel them and your face contorts.

“Icky texture love?” Natasha questions and you nod your face still stuck in a grimace. “Not these ones Wanda” Natasha calls and puts them back on the shelf. Wanda tosses over another pack and you touch them and nod eagerly. “Alright I think we’re good on clothes unless you want something else Malysh?” Natasha asks “I think I’m good. Thank you both so much.” You say giving them both a wide smile. “Of course” Wanda coos cupping both of your cheeks gently squishing them and you scrunch your face up at her. She has a very maternal energy and treats you a bit like a kid & so does Natasha but you find yourself not particularly caring.  She lets you go patting your head.

“Room stuff!” Natasha says and she pushes the cart while Wanda holds your wrist and guides you to the interior design section. “Anything you want” she reminds you and you huff softly but nod. You look over everything and see a light yellow lamp that would work well on the desk in your new room and you examine it “is this okay?” You ask Wanda and she glances at it smiling at the color  “of course grab two sweetie. You can put one on the nightstand.” You grab a second one and carefully set the boxes in the cart. Natasha had disappeared and came back with two candles “smell” she said, thrusting them to you. You obey “these smell really good” you admit examining the scents. One of them is cinnamon apple pie and the other is simply labeled childhood nostalgia.

She puts them in the cart and you glance at the picture frames made out of white wood . You had brought some photos of you and Yelena that you would like to frame. And you enjoyed pressing flowers as well and those would be nice to frame. “Could I get those?” You ask, liking the color and Wanda chuckles. “You don’t have to ask silly girl” she replies, grabbing the pack of frames. “Do you guys have painting supplies? I would love to paint some flowers on the frames” you reply and Wanda grins. “I adore painting. You can borrow some of my stuff.” She says and you smile “thank you!!”

 You tap your foot examining the aisle your mind is blank. “Y/n?” Natasha says putting a hand on your shoulder “mhm?” You ask, turning a little. “Do you think you’ll do most of your work out in the living or dining room or in your room?” She asks “uh most likely my room” you admit. You would enjoy working out in one of those rooms but you also didn’t want to interrupt whatever they would be doing.

“Wanda? Baby?” Natasha asks tapping her wife who had been examining a painting and Wanda turns around instantly. “What do we think about a mini fridge? If she’s going to do most of her work in her room…” Natasha points out and Wanda’s eyes light up. “That’s a good idea love” she replies and glances at you “what do you think?” She asks you 

“Aren’t those kind of expensive…?” You reply furrowing your brows and Wanda shrugs “I told you studies are going to be your focus so we want a good study area for you. If it makes you feel better we’ll buy it and you can restock it with stuff from our fridge and pantry and you can clean it.” Wanda bargains that familiar hint of sternness in her voice and you nod and relax a little.

“We’ll order that one online and if you’re feeling good about everything then we can head home okay?” Natasha says her hand resting on her wife’s back absentmindedly tracing shapes. “I think everything looks good. And I guess I’ll just let you know if I need anything else?” You ask a little confused on how this will work. “Sounds good malysh.” The 3 of you go through checkout and then head for the car and Natasha leans against her wife with a dramatic groan “coffee please my love” Wanda laughs playing with her red hair with one hand as she pushes the cart with the other. 

“We’ll stop for coffee on the way home” she promises and Natasha smiles giving her a quick kiss. You watch them with a small grin. They’re a good couple, they seem to balance each other out. “I can help!” You say as Wanda opens the trunk and Natasha begins to load things in. You grab the candles and carefully set them down before grabbing the bags that have your clothes in them. “I’ll get the cart you get buckled in” Natasha says to you while Wanda gets in the driver's seat. “Sure you don’t have to do it for me?” You tease and she wiggles her eyebrows playfully “don’t give me ideas.” She retorted gently pushing you to the backseat. 

You hop into the car buckling your seatbelt while Wanda turns on the ignition. Natasha slides in shortly after and Wanda begins the drive home. You watch the blue sky with a few wispy clouds while she drives and Natasha turns back on the music. Wanda pulls into the Starbucks drive through and without asking rattles off her and Natasha’s orders and you could’ve sworn Natasha had literal heart eyes. 

She then twists around “what do you want to drink y/n?” She asked and you crane your neck to see the menu “uhhh caramel macchiato please?” You request and Wanda tsks “it’s a bit late for caffeine hmm?” You look at her incredulously “It’s 11. In the morning” You point out and Natasha laughs. “Just let her have the coffee love.” Wanda huffs but orders a tall caramel macchiato. 

After a few minutes Natasha began tapping her foot waiting impatiently for the coffee. You looked at the car in front of you and lean closer to see the stickers on the back window. “That one’s cute” you point at one that has a sun and a rainbow and then gently poke Natasha. “What does it say?” You ask her noticing the words on the sun and she glances at it “It says to have a good day” she replies. “Awww that’s cute!!” You reply grinning at the car in front of you guys. 

Wanda pulls the car up to the window and takes the coffee for Natasha who immediately starts drinking it. Wanda places her own coffee in the cupholder and then passes you yours. You take a sip curling your knees up to your chest feeling a wave of comfort at the warm rich caramel taste. Wanda looks back at you as she turns out of the drive through lane and her face softens “feeling good back there sweetie?” Her voice is warm and you relax even further.

 “Mhm” you murmur and Natasha chuckles. “By the time we get home it’ll be lunch time so why don’t we do lunch and then set up your room and put your clothes away?” She suggests and you nod “good idea.”

You fall quiet leaning your head against the window as you intermittently sip the coffee while Natasha scrolls through the coven of chaos profile on her Spotify. She finally chooses a song and you go back to paying attention. “This one’s about the lead singer's mom. And the drummer's mother in law” Wanda explains before singing along under her breath while Natasha bobs her head to the beat. “You two are big fans huh?” You ask and Wanda laughs “a little more than that” she replies and you furrow your brow. “‘I’ll tell you later,” Natasha says simply and you nod trusting her.  

Wanda pulls into the house driveway and Natasha leans back unbuckling your seatbelt with a cheeky smile. “Cmon kiddo. Let’s grab the stuff and we can make sandwiches and fruit for lunch.” Natasha says and you roll your eyes at her. You head to the trunk and help the couple bring the groceries inside. “Alright Wanda and I will set up a sandwich making station. You relax a little if you help clean up after” Natasha says her pinky linking with her wifes. You nod and sit at the table waiting for them to tell you they’re done.

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Their Little Shark

Wandanat x neurodivergent!little!GN!reader

Summary: You're taken on a date to your favorite place; the aquarium.

Word count: 377

Warnings: very fluffy, r is spoiled, r refers to Wanda as Mommy and Natasha as Daddy

Authors note: @scarlethexelove said one thing and I scurried off to make this.

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Going to the aquarium with Mommy!Wanda and Daddy!Natasha because your special interest is ocean life, but sharks are your favorite!

The two of them listen intently to your ramblings, loving every second of it as you smile so bright up at the sharks swimming overhead. Pointing out each one and stating various facts.

Wanda has to stop you every so often to take a drink of water as to not get a sore throat. Both of them know you could do this all day and they'd be more than happy with it, but they want to go to the gift shop before it closes.

You're reluctant until Natasha says you can pick out whatever you want which you should have known would be the case. You grab every shark plush that you can carry. Pointing and whining at the various shark onesie.

“Detka you've been talking all day use your words.” Wanda speaks delicately. She can tell you're hitting your wall now that the day is coming to an end.

“Please Mommy want the onesies.” You speak softly, not wanting the other patrons nearby to hear you. Luckily it's enough as Wanda grabs a few in her hands, two long sleeved ones and two short sleeved ones.

“Is that everything little shark?” Nat asks wrapping an arm around your waist. You beam up at her and nod.

“Yes Daddy! Thank you!” You push up on your tiptoes to give her a big kiss on the cheek and as you head for the cashier you see it.

You push all of the plushies into Natasha's arms and run over to this huge bin. Filled up with oversized plushies of various sea life.

A giant whale shark.

You just barely see it in the middle of the bin and have to dig for it, which Wanda immediately runs over to catch the other blushes that are going to fall out as you happily hug the whale shark that's almost as big as you.

On the ride home you're surrounded by your new friends, all snuggly in your onesie and sleeping with a smile on your face while hugging the whale shark tightly.

"Do you think it was worth it Tasha?" Wanda, who was partly turned in the passenger seat, questioned her wife.

“It was worth every penny.” Natasha said, looking at you through the rear view mirror.

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⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ CG!Wanda Maximoff imagine... ˚୨✧୧⋆｡˚⋆

Wanda takes you to build-a-bear…You've never been before. She's dressed you up so cute for your special outing. You've been a ball of excitement since last night.

You hold her hand as you enter as you're greeted warmly by the staff. There was almost no one there since it was a weekday. Wanda brought you over to all the empty stuffed animals.

“Go on Malyshka pick whichever one you want.” Her voice is sweet and thick like honey. It always makes you a little fuzzy.

You ponder over all of the choices before deciding on a bear, happy hugs bear, with a big smile you turned to Wanda,

“This one mama!” You say excitedly.

She smiles fondly at you, “okay baby let's take it over and get it a heart, any sound you want even a scent if you like one of them.

You looked through, deciding on one of the hearts that beats and noticed a little record your own sound, handing it to Wanda, “Mama make one?” You asked with those cute little eyes that Wanda can't resist.

“Of course baby I'll record one.” Wanda smiled and left you to sniff the scents while she went off to a quiet corner of the store to make the recording.

You decided not to get a scent all of them being too strong or not for you as Wanda came over.

You got to go through the stuffing process, holding the pedal down to stuff your new friend. Getting him filled so he was rather firm. Then it came,

“Alright are you ready for the heart ceremony?” The girl helping you stuff your teddy asks and you nod hesitantly, “is this your first one?” Another nod, “okay here you go sweetie,” she hands you the heart, “hold that between your hands and rub to make it nice and warm. Rub it against your ear so your teddy is a good listener, rub it against your knees so teddy always catches you when you fall, and lastly hold it against your heart, close your eyes and make a wish.” With each action of the ceremony you felt yourself slipping slowly. “Okay put it right in there sweetie.”

You put the heart inside your new teddy and then Wanda hands over the sound so the worker can get it in there properly. Then your teddy gets sewed up.

“Come on Malyshka, let's go pick out some clothes for them.” You nod and smile, thanking the worker before going off to the clothes, taking your time before deciding on a Bluey shirt and a pair of overalls.

You go to the washing station and wash up your teddy before getting him all dressed.

Then you find yourself at the adoption computer, you were able to fill out the easy stuff, but you were stuck on a name, leaning against Wanda who offered quiet support before you finally figured it out, typing away and Wanda smiled, kissing the top of your head.

“That's perfect baby.”

Wanda got you all settled in the backseat, buckling you in as you held your new friend close, Wanda pulls out of the parking lot of the mall and as she starts driving home she looks at you through the rear view,

“Did you have a good time Malyshka?” She asks softly.

“Mhmm yes Mama.” Your voice was getting heavy with sleep.

“Why don't you squeeze your new friend and listen to Mama's voice?” she offers and you smile, giving him a little hug,

“Hi baby it's Mama. I love you so very much. Mama's gonna sing you your lullaby,” her voice rings through a little crackled, but it was comforting as she started to sing in Sokovian. It didn't take long for your eyes to droop and close completely, slowly drifting off after the best day ever.

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eeee!! Reqs are open I didn't know that!! If you don't mind!!! Could you do little Wanda and ch Natasha? From marvel? If you're comfy with those!! If not that's okay tysm either way!!

As requested. The color scheme tripped me up the most I fear. Pics are from pinterest & pngs are from tumblr, as usual!

[babyduchesswan]

Hi there!!! Was wondering if you could do 🤍 Wanda Maximoff (pre MOM) if possible!!! If not that’s okay I love your blog!!

⋆͛🦢🤍☁️⋆͛ caregiver 60s & 80s wanda

(i wasnt sure which era to do so i did the two that feel most cg to me)

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Wandavision episode 1 ‘filmed before a live studio audience’ agere moodboard and hcs ❤️

i’m gonna do this for each episode !!!

- staying home with Wanda while Vision is at work and she helps you build towers with blocks and plays with your stuffies

- getting to meet Auntie Agnes and she lets you help set up for the evening

- Wanda getting you into a pretty outfit for dinner and doing your hair up into little pigtails with ribbons

- putting you in your play pen when the adults come over but you’re feeling clingy so she lets you sit on the kitchen bench while she makes dinner

- which is really funny because things keep going wrong !!! and auntie Agnes has to come help !

- Vision playing the ukulele and singing old MacDonald for you

- Wanda letting you have a sippy of apple juice with your dinner because it’s a special occasion