#mother!wanda maximoff x reader

[wandasreallover]

In sickness and in health(mother figure!wanda)

Warnings: addiction, major character death, depression, angst/comfort, brief maria hill x reader, extremely self indulgant

Summary: wanda drags you back from the point of no return but its up to you to heal, wanda can help you all she wants but ultimately the decision is up to you will you give in to temptation?

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The rain drummed softly on the roof, its percussion a gentle cover to the somber air weaving through the old house. Wanda stood in the kitchen, fidgeting with a chipped porcelain mug, her heart heavy with worry. Every tick of the clock felt like an eternity. She had learned the art of patience over the years, but waiting for someone she cared about to return home was much harder than keeping a garden alive.

When the door creaked open, a chill drifted in with the wind, followed by an unmistakable air of guilt. Wanda turned, a flood of emotions spilling into her chest as she saw [Y/N] step inside. The girl was very much a woman now, but there was something heartbreakingly fragile in her gaze-like glass teetering on the edge of a table, ready to shatter at any moment.

[Y/N] stood there, drenched from the rain, her jeans torn and her T-shirt loosely hanging from her shoulders. There were dark circles beneath her eyes that hinted at sleepless nights. The confidence she often masqueraded in seemed stripped away, leaving only raw vulnerability. Wanda took a deep breath, unsure of what to say.

"Where have you been?" she finally asked, her voice gentle but firm, echoing with a protective undertone.

"I... I needed some time," [Y/N] replied, her words heavy, filled with the burden of unspoken truth.

Wanda stepped closer, hands outstretched in a familiar, comforting gesture. "You know you don't have to hide from me. Whatever's going on, we can face together."

A bitter laugh escaped [Y/N]'s lips, and she shook her head, creating a fragile dismissal. "You don't understand, Wanda. I'm fine."

"Fine? You were gone for days," Wanda pressed, her concern pulse racing alongside the rapidly fading daylight. "19 but you act like an adult?, like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. No one should have to bear that alone."

[Y/N] averted her eyes, staring at the floor, where dark splotches betrayed the rain-soaked entries of her shoes. "I'm tired, Wanda. Just really tired."

The familiar warmth surged through Wanda, a mix of compassion and sorrow. "Tired of what, sweetheart? You don't have to pretend to be strong around me."

"I... It's hard to explain." [Y/N]'s voice was barely a whisper now. "I wish I didn't feel like this, but it's all-consuming."

As silence fell between them, Wanda stepped forward, braving the space that had grown too vast, too filled with shadows and dripping secrets. "You don't have to carry this burden alone, [Y/N]. It's okay to lean on someone. I'll be here-always."

"But what if I slip?" [Y/N] burst out, emotion clawing at her throat. "What if I fall back into... my old habits? I hate it, Wanda. I hate needing it. I hate that I let it control me."

Wanda gently lifted [Y/N]'s chin, bringing their eyes level. "And that's the first step, acknowledging your struggle. It's okay to fall, but it's also okay to rise again."

For a moment, [Y/N] hardened, a fierce pride flashing in her eyes. But then, just as quickly, the façade crumbled, and she stepped into the comforting embrace of Wanda's arms. There, enveloped in warmth, the dam broke.

"I'm scared," [Y/N] mumbled against Wanda's shoulder, tears soaking the fabric of her shirt. "I was doing so well, but then... I don't know. I felt so lost. All this pressure to be someone I'm not... it made me run."

Wanda held her tighter, the rhythmic thrum of regret rattling beneath each heartbeat. "You're not alone. You've fought a hard battle and you don't have to do it on your own anymore. I'm proud of you for coming back and facing this."

[Y/N] drew back slightly, searching Wanda's eyes for the truth she so desperately craved. "I don't want to be broken. I don't want to be a problem."

"You're not broken." Wanda's voice was steady, filled with the kind of love that only a maternal figure could evoke. "You're human. You're allowed to feel weak, you're allowed to ask for help. You're allowed to be vulnerable."

It was then [Y/N] understood that all the years of independence she had chased-being the adult in the room, keeping her head above water-had only led her deeper into isolation. She longed for guidance, for love, for the comfort of acknowledging her darkness without fear of judgment.

"I wish I could just stop," [Y/N] finally admitted, a tremor in her voice. "I wish I could erase the bad parts of me."

"You can't erase who you are, but you can choose lighter paths ahead." Wanda placed her hands on [Y/N]'s shoulders, grounding her with a gaze that could anchor even the most tumultuous of storms. "Let's take it one step at a time. I'm right here with you."

Tears continued to streak down [Y/N]'s cheeks, but a flicker of hope stirred in her heart. "Will you help me? Will you stay?"

"Always," Wanda promised. "You deserve to be free from the shadows that haunt you. We can find that light together, I swear."

As [Y/N] clung to Wanda, hope began to weave its way back into her life. It would be a long journey ahead, filled with challenges and discomfort, but for the first time in a long time, she felt a shift. She wasn't alone anymore.

Ofcourse she couldn't just accept this good thing like a normal person that was impossible. Her mind always to betray her. Despite wandas unwavering support [y/n] still felt as alone as ever. Which lead her to now, back exactly where she started.

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The room cloaked in darkness, save for the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced on the walls. You sat on the floor, surrounded by remnants of your struggle-empty bottles, crumpled wrappers, and the echoes of your own despair. Each item told a story of promises broken and battles lost, and the weight of it all pressed down on your chest like a heavy stone.

Wanda had tried to help you, her gentle spirit always reaching out, always hopeful. She was a beacon of light in your tumultuous world, a mother figure who had taken you under her wing when you felt most lost. But despite her unyielding support, the darkness that enveloped you felt insurmountable.

You could still hear her voice as she had pleaded with you just days before. “Please, don’t do this to yourself. I can’t watch you hurt like this.” The concern in her eyes had cut deeper than any words could. You could see the worry etched on her face, the way her brows knitted together in anguish as she tried to pull you back from the edge.

But you were trapped in your own mind, a prisoner of addiction that you couldn’t escape. You wished you could be stronger, that you could fight the cravings and the pain, but every time you thought you had a handle on it, the darkness would creep back in, dragging you under once more.

As you sat there, tears streaming down your cheeks, you picked up your phone, scrolling through your messages. There were countless texts from Wanda, each one filled with concern and love. But there were also unanswered calls, the silence between you growing like a chasm that felt impossible to bridge. You couldn’t face her—not like this.

You thought of how much you wanted to be the person she believed you could be, the person who could stand tall and proud, free from the chains of addiction. But each time you tried, the weight of your reality pulled you back down. The more you sit here the more you felt guilty wanda truely believed in your recovery, she invested her time and her heart into helping you get better but once again you've proved that your beyond help.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening broke the silence, and your heart raced. You quickly wiped your tears, attempting to hide the chaos around you. But it was too late. Wanda stepped into the living room, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her.

“Oh, [Y/N],” she whispered, her voice breaking. She rushed over, kneeling beside you, her hands trembling as they reached out to touch your arm. “What have you done?”

You couldn’t meet her gaze, shame flooding your senses. “I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out, the words barely escaping your lips. “I didn’t mean to… I just… It’s too hard.”

Wanda’s expression softened at your admission, tears pooling in her eyes. “I know it’s hard, but you don’t have to do this alone. I’m here for you. Please let me help you.”

But you shook your head, the pit in your stomach growing deeper. “I’m too far gone, Wanda. I don’t know if I can come back from this.”

Her hands tightened around your arms, her grip firm yet gentle. “You’re not gone. You’re right here, and I refuse to give up on you. I love you too much to let you slip away.”

Those words cut through the fog of despair, piercing your heart with a mix of longing and sadness. You wanted to believe her, to trust that there was a way out of the darkness, but the fear of failing her again loomed large.

“I wish I could be different,” you whispered, the weight of your emotions crashing over you like a tidal wave. “I wish I could be sober.”

Wanda’s eyes sparkled with tears as she pulled you into a tight embrace, her warmth enveloping you like a cocoon. “You can be. It won’t be easy, but I’ll be right here with you every step of the way. We’ll face this together.”

As you cried into her shoulder, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you, a small flame that dared to believe in the possibility of healing. You could hear her heartbeat, steady and reassuring, a reminder that you were not alone in this battle.

In that moment, surrounded by the remnants of your struggle and the unwavering love of the woman who had become your anchor, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way back to yourself. It would take time, patience, and a lot of courage, but with Wanda by your side, the fight felt a little less daunting. Well until the next relapse that is because its only a matter of time right?

That was six years ago and i have been sober every day since and i put it all down to wanda the woman whom i owe my entire life as she as dragged me to this moment. Stood in front of the mirror, my heart racing as I adjusted my veil for the third—or was it the fourth—time. The dress fit like a dream, a delicate blend of lace and satin that whispered promises of love. It was the day I had dreamed about for as long as I could remember—my wedding day. Yet, the tingle of excitement was mixed with a bittersweet ache in my heart.

The room was filled with soft sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the collection of flowers and jumbled accessories that had been thoughtfully arranged. Laughter floated in from the hallway, a joyous cacophony as my friends busily prepared for the ceremony. I could hear nats’s infectious giggle and clints’s teasing comments. They were trying to distract me from the swirling thoughts in my head, but one person’s absence felt enormous.

Wanda.

In those moments of reflection, I couldn't help but think about everything that had led me to this moment. Wanda Maximoff, the woman who had become more than just a mentor or a friend. She had filled the void left long ago—taught me the meaning of family, love, and sacrifice. We had faced our greatest challenges together, and she had always believed in me even when I doubted myself.

My fingers absentmindedly traced the locket around my neck, a gift from Wanda. Inside, it held a picture of us two years ago, laughing after a long day of training. “To remember the journey,” she had said with a smile. I couldn’t shake the thought of her not being here, not as a participant but as the mother I had always needed.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and my best friend Mia rushed in, her expression a mixture of excitement and concern. “Okay, deep breaths! You can’t have a wedding without the bride!” She fluffed the layers of my dress with a flourish, then paused. “You okay?”

I forced a smile, but Mia saw through it. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?”

I nodded, my throat tightening. “It’s just… I wish Wanda could be here today. I feel like she’s missing all the important moments.”

Mia clasped my shoulders, her eyes shimmering with empathy. “She’s here, in spirit. You know how she is—she’ll be watching over you. I remember how proud she was when you found your true love—she could light up a room just talking about you.”

Warmth spread through me at the thought. Yes, Wanda would be here, clad in her vibrant red and ready to cheer me on in her own way. She had always said love was the strongest force in the universe, a bond that couldn’t be broken even by distance.

The sound of the faintest melody wafted through the open window—our family and friends were gathering, their voices a reassuring presence as I prepared to walk down the aisle. My heart swelled as the realization hit me: I didn’t have to walk this path alone. I carried the love and wisdom that Wanda had instilled in me. She had taught me strength, resilience, and the beauty of vulnerability.

“Let’s do this!” Mia cheered, breaking my reverie and pulling me toward the door.

As we stepped into the soft sunlight, the world felt covered in a golden hue. The garden where the ceremony was to take place was adorned with rustic wooden arches draped in flowers. Guests mingled, their faces bright with joy, as they turned their attention to me. Everything shimmered with love, but there was still an empty space meant for Wanda.

When I reached the altar, my heart raced again, but not with trepidation. My eyes fell on mara standing beneath a floral arch, her gaze warm and reassuring. She was everything I had dreamed of: kind, loving, and unwavering. Her smile ignited a rush of memories; the way Wanda had looked at me when I first introduced them, her approving nod full of warmth—and that overwhelming sense of love.

As the officiant began her speech, I looked around at everyone I cherished. Everyone was here, united not just for us but by the threads of stories that connected each person standing before me. I closed my eyes for a moment, visualization flooding my mind: Wanda smiling, her hair catching the sunlight, her laughter ringing in the air.

And then I felt a gentle warmth enveloping me—a sudden rush of love and clarity, as if Wanda was saying, "You’ve got this, my dear." I opened my eyes, confidence coursing through me. I was not just a reflection of her love; I was also a testament to her teachings and strength.

The moment I stepped closer to Maria we exchanged knowing glances. Our connection felt electric, like we were standing at the climax of our shared story; one that would continue to evolve, but never alone.

Each vow I exchanged with her felt as if it were woven from the fabric of my journey alongside Wanda. “To love and to cherish, through all challenges,” echoed through the air, and I could visualize her proud smile, her joy root-like deep within my heart.

As I said “I do,” I couldn’t help but glance over at the empty seat next to my parents. I imagined Wanda seated there, tearing up—she had always been the one to wear her heart on her sleeve. Amidst the bliss, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the one who had guided me to this point.

The moment the officiant pronounced us married, applause erupted, loud and warm. My heart leaped; I was married to my true love, standing among those who mattered most. Yet it was incomplete without Wanda, the strong, fearless woman who had fostered my spirit and bravery.

As the festivities truly began, I made my way through joyful faces, laughing and dancing, all the while feeling Wanda’s presence. It was as if she were dancing among them, sharing in the happiness around me. I could sense her whispering her blessings, urging me to embrace this new chapter with an open heart.

The night glimmered with happiness and laughter as stars began to twinkle overhead. Surrounded by loved ones, I basked in the love that was strong enough to bridge any divide.

Though she may not have been physically present, Wanda’s love wrapped around me like an embrace. I was home, and I was ready for the journey ahead, eternally grateful for the mother figure who had carved a path for me to follow—a path filled with love laughter, and a future yet to unfold.

[iialethi]

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda: this is unbelievable…you know every single one of my stories

Y/N: wow it’s official…we’re an old married couple

Wanda: yeah I guess we are

Y/N: we did it!

The two high five and nuzzle…

[wandaslovey]

IM FERAL

F-E-R-A-L

my pants are flying and my thighs are crying

[rxmqnova]

Natasha: Y/N, you're not actually alergic to bacon. It's a lie Wanda came up with so that you'd eat healthier.

Y/N: It's not like that, Nat. I'm alergic to a lot of stuff. Bacon, donuts, Halloween candies, not saying 'thank you'

Y/N: ...

Y/N: Oh.

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Wanda holds a crying Tommy, and Y/n walks in holding Billy.

Y/n: It's like the kids have gone on a sleep strike.

Wanda: I know, but I still wouldn't trade it for anything.

Y/n: Me neither. Happy Mother's Day, my love.

They kissed right as the twins stopped crying and fell asleep. The two looked at each other before carefully setting their children in their cradles.

Wanda: Now let's really celebrate today.

Y/n: I'll get the sitcoms and popcorn.

She smiled, causing her nose to scrunch as Sparky jumped onto the couch into her lap.

A/n: Happy Mother's Day!

[kqutie]

GROUP EFFORT x BABY EMERGENCY

relations. : platonic avengers/single mother reader ; romantic pairing still undecided

sum. : you're a single mother and your one-year-old son seems to have developed a number of superpowers overnight. feeling desperate, you go to the only superheroes that exist, the avengers; surely they know how to help you. It's a Baby Emergency!

tags. : single mother reader ; baby is inspired by Jack-Jack from ‘the incredibles’ ; fluff ; slight crack fic ; comfort ; baby!oc ; husband!oc ; widowed reader ; baby has multiple powers ; domestic fluff

length : 3.4k

sett. : in a timeline where nobody dies and everyone gets along with each other because I SAID SO! ; doesn’t mention any major events so no spoilers

Ever since you had Vince, your main priority in life became being a good mother to him. You had hoped to raise him with his father, Vincent, but there was a fatal accident at the lab you both worked at that took his life too soon. You were almost another casualty too but you weren’t as close to the site as your husband. Now, however, you’re left to a life of single motherhood.

Grief was your closest companion in the months that followed your husband’s untimely death but you never strayed off course too long; you had to be strong for your baby. 

Vince, lovingly nicknamed Vinny, became the centre of your world. Everything revolves around him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. There were hard times and happy times. Times when you cried without reason and times when you couldn’t stop smiling until your cheeks hurt. Being a single mother, made it lonely at times, but you know that Vincent is watching over you and little Vinny every day so you aren’t truly alone. 

Watching Vinny grow into the little man he is today was a joy you would never regret. One day, you will surely look back on these times with a smile. Each day, you see more and more of his father in him. They had the same eyes, the same dimpled smile, the same light brown hair and forest-green eyes – he was the perfect carbon copy of your late husband and you couldn’t be happier. It made your heart swell knowing that you had a piece of Vincent left in this world to cherish with all the love in your heart. And. although it was your job as a mother to protect Vinny, sometimes, you feel as if he’s the one protecting you.

Two days ago, you celebrated your little man’s one-year birthday. He had grown up far too quickly and with the brains and cheek of no other one-year-old you have ever met. You were excited to see the type of personality he would develop and what things he would be interested in, would he be a science geek like you and his father or would he be more artistic? A painter? A musician? Maybe he would learn to love literature or be more of a businessman. Perhaps an athlete? You were thrilled at the possibilities, wanting the best for your son and feeling eager to support him in any way. Even though, you don’t think you’re the type of mother to go overboard on such things, you will do your best to be there for him. 

But…

This was not one of the things you had foreseen or even thought of when Vinny turned a year old. The doctors said the gamma rays barely reached you, that you and your unborn child would be alright—!

“Vinny! Get down here now! Please baby!” you plead desperately, chasing after your one-year-old as he giggles above you. Vinny was in the air, suspended by some invisible string, floating about freely with the cheekiest grin on his face and both dimples on show! The desperation and fright in your voice are obvious as you follow him around your small apartment with a basket full of pillows, plushies and blankets, ready to catch him if he falls unexpectedly. 

Due to the unexpected development following Vinny’s first birthday, you rushed to take the week off work and concentrate on figuring things out with your baby. So far, you’ve had no luck. In fact, the only thing you’ve been able to start is a growing list of all the powers he’s demonstrated over the past three days. Despite your astonishment, first and foremost, you are a mother. And a mother worries for her child excessively. 

You don’t know what to do! 

You’ve barely had any sleep, practically living off coffee. And Vinny’s hardly slept either. To your guilty dismay, you’ve been taming with sugary treats, just so you could hold him down and have a breather from all the building stress, maybe take a nap together! 

The neighbours are definitely not happy with you for your running about and pleading helplessly while Vinny giggles like the little gremlin he at your visible dismay. Your apartment is a mess with certain things not being where they should be and others replacing items in places that aren’t appropriate – courtesy of Vinny’s curious and mischievous behaviour. The laundry needs doing. Vinny needs to have a diaper change. You haven’t eaten in how many hours now. When was the last time you slept and for how long? When was the last time Vinny slept and for how long?! 

Everything just keeps mounting! 

Single motherhood is hard enough as it is but now you have to deal with your baby having multiple powers! No other mother has had to deal with a power-gifted child before so there weren’t any YouTube tutorials or parenting forums online to help you with the tight bind you’ve found yourself in. 

Another day (or was it two days now?) pass and you’re a wreck, barely tied together by the thread of your sanity. But Vinny is having the time of his life. Your little boy thoroughly enjoys the sensations of his newly discovered powers and the list you’ve kept of his the is ever-growing. He can teleport, duplicate himself, generate electricity, levitate things, has laser eyes, spontaneously combust and happily remain on fire without injury, change his physical form into various materials, reverse time on objects to repair them, display superhuman strength and shapeshift with his most favourite thing to do be floating in the air! 

“Vinny please!” you’re pleading is met with a devious giggle. Thankfully, your one-year-old has stopped moving around so you can place the well-prepared basket of cushions, plushies and blankets directly below him before turning on a very reliable tactic. 

“Look, Vinny! Look!” whipping out your iPad, you turn on a compilation video of the Avengers. “It’s our favourite heroes!” With a squeal of delight, Vinny slowly descends into your arms as he claps his hands. His gaze remains transfixed on his idols talking on screen and occasionally taking action to save the day. Smiling to his ears, Vinny babbles gibberish alongside the heroes as they speak like he’s talking to them and having a pleasant conversation over tea and biscuits. He loves them so much that his first birthday was Avengers-themed – his favourite avenger switched often so you included all the heroes in your  decorations. 

Placing Vinny on the sofa, he leans back and gets cosy as you hold the iPad up for him. These were one of your saved videos on Youtube specifically for Vinny. Wanting to avoid exposing him to the more explicit action the Avengers usually partake in to save the day, you had taken the liberty of scanning the videos beforehand for any overly violent content. The child-friendly videos, you kept. These were of Captain America saving a cat from a tree, Ironman showing up on the red carpet in his suit and striking comical poses, Spiderman swinging from buildings and doing flips mid-air, Thor and Loki getting coffee together, Pietro pausing mid-chase to wave at a fan before speeding away and many more child-friendly interactions the Avengers have had with or was captured by the public. 

What do you do?...

Amid your exhaustion and silent deliberation, you begin to zone out until you’re just as transfixed on the clips playing out. It makes you smile through the exhaustion when you see Vinny squeal and clap joyfully at the sight of Bucky lifting part of a collapsed building so that a little girl could free her whining puppy from the heavy debris.   

“Buck!” he cheers the former Winter Soldier on. 

“Clever boy~” you coo sweetly and almost laugh at yourself when you realise his advanced intelligence should have been the telling sign of an incredibly gifted child. Why didn’t you pick up on it sooner? 

Swallowing a sigh of defeat, you tuck Vinny further into your side as the Avengers tower comes into view on screen. You both watch as the Hellicarrier docks at the top and your beloved heroes step down from the aircraft before making their way inside. In response, Vinny mimics the sound of the Hellicarrier by blowing raspberries and getting his spit all over the screen. His antics make you giggle despite the mess and you try to clean up the screen as quickly as possible for a better viewing experience. Upset with your efforts, Vinny, whines and tries to push your hand away with a pout.

“Uhhh! Excuse me, mister. That is your spit on the screen and it needs to be cleaned off. I’ll be quick, I promise,” Apparently, you aren’t quick enough and Vinny begins to throw a tantrum, crying loud enough that the soundwaves he produces shake the walls of your apartment. You want to comfort him and apologise but his cries are so loud that you have to cover your ears. 

It takes a while for your baby to calm down enough that your arm can be free to cradle him close and coo softly in apology. Your neighbours are definitely going to demand that you get kicked out of the building. Heaving a heavy sigh, you pick up the iPad to resume the video but the paused image of the Avengers tower gives you an idea. 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Travelling to Manhattan was easier than you initially expected but that didn’t mean you weren’t anxious the entire way there. You worried that Vinny would show his powers spontaneously and attract unwanted attention. To minimise the risk, you hired a taxi, that way, you could keep a better eye him the entire ride there. So that he was happy and comfortable, you dressed him in his favourite hooded dinosaur romper. And with his beloved Avengers compilation videos playing in the background, you, thankfully, didn’t have any major disturbances on the journey there. You actually managed to get in a quick power nap on the journey.

Upon arrival, you quickly pay for the taxi and hurry to the entrance of the Avengers Tower. You didn’t want to come off as a crazy person but the stress, lack of sleep and desperation for help weren’t doing you any favours — you looked nutty. Not even the make-up could hide your dark circles nor did your styled hair disguise the wildness in your eyes. It’s no wonder the front desk receptionist looks at you weirdly, with a concerning mix of worry and fear in her eyes. 

“I promise I’m not some delusional, crazy fan!” you try to convince her as soon as you see her arm reaching for something on the table, probably an emergency button for security. “My 12-month-old just developed powers overnight and I need help!” you plead with tears in your eyes. No sleep, high stress and low energy, you can deal with— you just want your baby to grow up well and… you don’t think you can do it alone anymore… 

“I’m sorry ma’am but I’m afraid that if you don’t have an appointment���”

“Please! This is a baby emergency! My son needs your help! Please!” you cry out and reach for her hand, trying to convey your desperation through the clench of your hands around hers. However, before the secretary could retaliate, you notice one singular, glaring thing. Glancing down at the car seat turned carrier beside your feet, you make the startling realisation that it was now empty. 

Where. Is. Vinny?!

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Vinny knows where his mama has taken him and he’s so happy! He gurgles his happiness and claps as his favourite person in the whole world places him down at the home of his best-loved heroes. He can’t wait to meet them and grows a little impatient when you talk with the lady behind the counter for longer than he was willing to wait for. So Vinny decides to leave you alone and let you continue your nice conversation with the lady. He knows just where to go! 

“...you guys see the baby too, right?...” Tony states the obvious. Everyone was just settling down as late afternoon transitions into evening and was gradually gathering in the living room when a baby materialises on top of their coffee table. He’s dressed in an adorable dinosaur romper and smiles brightly up at them, clapping his tiny hands and expressing his joy. 

“Yup,” Steve stares at the clapping infant in disbelief, “that’s a baby…”

For a moment, nobody knows what to do and everything is at a standstill. How did a baby get here? Their minds were going on over drive trying to gauge if this was some sort of distraction or threat disguised in the most innocent form imaginable. They don’t want to fall for it but… its a baby!

“Hey there little guy,” Pietro kneels down with a hesitant smile. If there was danger soon to follow this first interaction, he can easily zip away with his super speed. This was a common formula for their missions so he steps up to do the confrontation first. Some members continue watching the interaction, whilst others engage in hush whispers, trying to figure out how the baby got there. In the background, Tony addresses FRIDAY with Pepper and asks for some kind of explanation. 

Ecstatic with the interaction, the baby squeals and leans forward, putting his little palms on the coffee table to keep his balance and looks deeply into Pietro’s eyes. Feeling a swell of fondness for the small infant, Pietro whispers another ‘hello’ but is cut off when the mysterious baby’s light brown hair suddenly changes into a familiar silver colour, the same way his forest green eyes morph into a familiar blue. 

Wanda gasps and kneels down beside her brother, “he looks like you as a baby,” she coos at the child with fondness in her eyes. Due to the unfortunate events in their lives, Wanda and Pietro had become exceptionally close as siblings, they were the type to take a bullet for each other and were a reliable duo on the field. They had to grow up fast but seeing a glimpse of their childhood in the baby’s morphing into Pietro was equal parts exciting and heart-melting. 

“Fascinating,” Dr Banner muses, slowly approaching the coffee table. He originally kept his distance but his fascination at the display overrode his caution. In the background, Thor’s jaw drops and Loki smirks, stifling a chuckle from behind his fingers. 

“That child is devious but very charming!” Thor announces in his characteristically loud and strong voice, grinning toothily at the child. 

“Sounds like someone familiar,” Loki comments under his breath and tilts his chin up in pride. 

“Yes yes, brother, but this child is much cuter than you,” Thor chuckles into his glass of water, only to begin choking when Loki gives him a timely punch in the gut. 

“Very cute little man, isn’t he Buck?” Sam chimes in as he stands with the two super soldiers, remembering the time when his nephews were innocent little babies. Both super soldiers have their arms crossed but aren’t necessarily tense, it’s clear the child isn’t a threat but the display of innate powers were worth putting on some guard and vigilance. 

“You mean dinosaur?” Bucky lightly comments as the three share a grin. 

“Right! He’s the same age as you two fossils, then?” Sam has the gall to laugh but almost bites down on his tongue when Bucky hits him in the shoulder. “Ow! Watch it! My arm’s not made of vibranium like yours, Robo-cop.” Turning to the other supersoldier, Sam begs for an ally, “Did you see what he did Steve?” 

The blonde captain simply shakes his head in amusement as Sam rubs his sore arm, “You had it coming Wilson,” Turning back to the mysterious baby, Steve hums in thought, “should we call Fury?”

Even though Vinny thoroughly enjoyed the attention from the Maximoff twins and Banner, he won’t be fully satisfied until he gets to meet all of his heroes up close. In the blink of an eye, he was in Natasha’s arms. The shocking display of teleportation makes everything click. 

“So that’s how you got up here,” Natasha muses, gradually allowing herself to cradle the baby and smile warmly when he giggles in her arms. Cooing, Clint comes up behind her and starts making silly faces over her shoulder, making the child giggle even more. The happy sounds make everyone in the room smile, momentarily forgetting the oddness of the situation until Friday’s voice speaks through the speakers and brings up footage from the CCTV cameras in the main lobby. 

“It appears as though the child was brought in by his mother just early on, asking for help,” The team watches as you helplessly converse with their staff as the rest run about looking for your missing baby.

“Oh no…” Pepper breaths and begins making her way to the door after exchanging a look with Tony. 

“Bring up the earlier footage of when they first came in,” Tony requests. Everyone doesn’t take their eyes off the screen as they watch you hurriedly come in with a baby carrier and immediately begin talking to the front receptionist. Your frantic movements, wild eyes and unsettled nerves make you look like a lunatic but they were nothing but sympathetic. With their line of work and the stresses it comes with, they’re all too familiar with your current state. 

“The staff refused to let her in but the baby appears to have teleported up here,” FRIDAY concludes, showing the exact moment Vinny vanishing from his carrier and you noticing his disappearance.  

“Tell the staff to let the lady in, we have her child up here,” Steve commands, everyone already in silent agreement. 

“Right away, Cap,” FRIDAY responds. And Tony informs them that Pepper had gone to help out with things too.

“Ma!” Vinny cheers at seeing his mother on the screen, thoroughly distracted from Clint’s silly faces and Natasha’s comforting warmth. “Mama! Mamamamamamamama!” He babbles and floats up to the screen, trying to be close to your CCTV image. 

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” Tony shouts in alarm and everyone quickly follows. They all rush to stand beneath the baby as FRIDAY takes away the footage, confusing the baby. Where did his mama go?

“Mama?” Vinny waves his small hands in the air and whines, trying to ask for his mama back but gets nothing. Still up in the air, the Avengers are in complete panic below the baby and become even more hysterical when he begins to wail in distress. “MAMA!!! WAHHHHHHHHH!”

“No no! Please don’t cry!” Clint pleads, “Do you want some of my pizza?” the archer offers a slice of classic pepperoni but Nat hisses in disapproval. 

“He’s a baby Clint, he can’t eat pizza!”

“Make it stop!” Loki snaps, covering his ears as he glares at his older brother. 

“What am I supposed to do?!” Thor protests. 

Wanda levitates into the air and reaches for him, “Hey hey, it’s okay, you’re okay baby. Your mama will be here soon,” just as Wanda gets close enough to pull the baby to her, he floats away with a cry. 

“No! Mama!”

“Oh please come back!” Wanda begs, trying to go after him again but the baby was having none of it. The aerial chase has all spectators holding their breath and Wanda pleading helplessly for the baby to stop but he refuses to comply. 

It seems to take forever until Pepper finally opens the door you come rushing, immediately putting a stop to your baby’s tantrum, “Vinny!” 

“Mama!” the baby wails and flies into your open arms.

“Don’t ever do that again, mister!” you scold gently, happy to finally have your treasure back in your arms. The avengers look on with small smiles and Wanda finally floats back down to stand by her twin brother. Finally calming down, Vinny cuddles up to you with a yawn and you roll your eyes. “Of course… he causes all this trouble and now I have to do all the explaining by myself,” 

Partial to your grumblings, Pepper laughs lightly and leads you to a free seat on one of the sofas, “why don’t you start from the beginning?”

“Would you like some water, ma’am?” Steve offers kindly and you smile. 

“I’d really appreciate that, thank you Captain,”

“No worries and just Steve is fine,” as he leaves to get you a glass of water from the bar, everyone else gets settled for an explanation. 

This was gonna be interesting… 

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a/n : this is going to be an imagines series, there isn't going to be a complicated plot underlining the series, it's just going to be a series of fluffy, domestic, cute imagines where the avengers help you raise your polymorph son inspired by jack-jack from the incredibles XD i have some imagines planned but i'll eventually open up requests for what you lovelies might want to see from this series

[lovingwanda]

Cult Mother!Wanda anyone?? 🥺👉👈

[lizziesribbons]

I want her to do disgusting things to me

[chloe-skywalker]

My Boy - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,229

Summary: Bucky loves your son, Y/n has a son from a previous bad relationship. And Bucky loves him as his own.

Song: My Boy - Elvie Shane

Authors Note: This is the first song imagine I believe I have ever written. I really love this and again its essentially based off of the story the song gives. I definitely recommend listening to it.

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“So how's things going with Y/n?” Steve asks as Bucky comes to sit on the couch and join everyone.

“Great. She gets me and I seem to get her.” Bucky answered taking the water from Steve’s offering hand, leaning back into the couch.

“How’s it going with her son?” Natasha raised a brow at the super soldier. To her that was the real test. 

“Good. It seems good. He doesn’t hate me. Y/n says he’s always talking about me and when they’ll see me again.” he nodded along with a smile tugging on his lips.

“He likes you Bucky.” Wanda smiled knowingly.

“So far.” Bucky let out a relieved but stressed breath.

“Are you expecting him to hate you at some point?” Steve raised his eyebrows at his childhood friend with shock and confusement.

“I don't want him to but it’s just him and y/n his whole life. I don’t want to think I’m taking his mom from him.” Bucky told them his recently insecure thoughts.

“The kid loves you and you include him in almost everything you do with Y/n. I doubt he feels like you're taking his mom from him." Nat says looking Bucky in the eye’s to get across her words are fact.

“Bucky, you love that boy. The way you talk about him, it’s obvious.” Steve points out leaning forward.

“Why don’t you bring them over? It’s not like you don’t have the space. You have a large apartment to yourself.” Tony gives Bucky the idea. They all had their own huge apartment in the compound.

“That’d be okay?” Bucky questioned warily. He would love to have Y/n and Y/s/n over, maybe even eventually move in.

“Diffidently.” Tony nodded, he loved the idea of another kiddo running around.

^     ^     ^

“Hey” Y/n greet’s as Bucky opens the door. He had invited them over for the day and over course they would come over. Y/s/n wanted to see Bucky really badly, not that he hadn’t seen him a day ago. Y/n was excited and slightly nervous, she knew inviting them over was a big deal for Bucky.

“Hey, welcome.” Bucly smiled, covering his nerves well.

“Bucky!” Y/s/n yells out excited to be visiting him with a huge smile on his face.

“Y/s/n” Bucky smiled at him, really glad that the boy was excited to visit him.

“So what do you think?” Bucky asked y/n as they entered his place in the compound, Y/s/n had already run off to go explore Bucky’s place.

“Its very nice.” y/n smiled back absent mindedly as she looked around.

“Its huge.” Bucky stated plainly.

“Yeah, but that’s not a bad thing.” Y/n turns to him with a smile on her lips.

“It gets lonely.” he told her admittedly.

“Well Y/s/n and I are here now. Less lonely. Right?” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Definitely.” Bucky smiled back at her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The 3 of them spent the day together, playing games, coloring and making lunch.

Y/s/n decided to color a surprise as he called it.

“What you got there bud?” bucky asked him as Y/s/n approached him.

“For you. Its mommy, me, and you.” Y/s/n handed the coloring picture to Bucky shyly.

As Bucky looked at the picture hennoticed a very important detail. In the picture under the drawing of Bucky Y/s/n didn’t put down ‘Bucky’ he wrote ‘Dad’.

Y/n noticed how Y/s/n handed it over shyly to Bucky and that Bucky was staring at it for a while. y/n leaned over and saw why.

“Bucky, I understand it its to soon for this-” Y/n watched him nervously, trying to find the words too explain.

But Bucky didn’t let her finish, he got up and walked over to put it up on his fridge. The only two items on the fridge was an old picture of him and Steve in black and white, and a picture of the Avengers team. Plus now y/s/n’s drawing.

“Thank you Y/s/n.” Bucky smiled, picking him up and hugging him. Maybe the kid loves him just as much as Bucky loves the kid back.

That drawing ,eant more to Bucky than he could put into words, and he loves it. Its not something he thought he could have. That he’d ever have.

From then on it became a normal occurrence for y/n and Y/s/n started staying over at Bucky’s place in the compound a lot more.

^     ^     ^

Weeks Later

“Okay buddy time for bed.” Y/n tells Y/s/n as it was getting late.

Y/s/n mumbled under his breath not wanting to go to bed. But maybe he could work it in his favor.

“What was that bud?” Bucky asked, having heard him mumble something but couldn’t make out what it was.

“Can I sleep in your room?” Y/s/n spoke up louder this time.

Y/n goes to say no, not wanting Bucky to feel obligated or pressured by Y/s/n request. At home it was fine for y/s/n to come into bed with his mom sometimes. But before she could Bucky cut in.

“Course you can Y/s/n.” He smiled down at y/s/n encouragingly, not having a problem with him joining them in his bed.

“Can I mommy?” Y/s/n turned asking his mom to double check.

“If Bucky says so, its okay with me.” Y/n smiled down at him kissing his head to go to bed together.

Y/n wakes up to an empty bed. So she got up and followed the sounds coming from the living room. As she walked into the main area she saw Bucky and Y/s/n watching saturday morning cartoons.

“Mommy!” Y/s/n exclaimed excited;y running over to his mom, hugging her around the waist the best he could.

“Hey Y/s/n. What are you doing with Bucky?” She questioned even though it was obvious.

“Me and Daddy were watching cartoons!” Y/s/n told her excitedly to share his morning with Bucky.

“You were?” Y/n raised an eyebrow showing her son she was inturged.

“Yeah.” Y/s/n nodded smiling widely.

“Well now that mommy’s up, let's make breakfast.” Bucky spoke getting up from his spot on the couch.

As Bucky approached her and Y/s/n went to the kitchen to wait for them, y/n looked at Bucky apologetically. “I’m sorry if he’s pushing this whole dad thing on you.”

“Y/n.” Bucky stop’s her reaching forward to grab ahold of her hand, smiling at her. The look on his face made it obvious no apology was needed. “He isn’t my blood, he doesn’t have my name. But that doesn’t change anything. I feel the same. I wasn’t there for his first steps or words, but I haven’t missed a ball game yet. And that won’t ever change, I could never walk away from him or you. He’s my son, that's my choice. He’s my boy. And he sees me as his dad and I’m honored to hold that title if you’ll let me.” 

Y/n smiled at Bucky happily. “Of course.”

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@padawancat97 @gruffle1 @starkleila

[wandasreallover]

I don't need your help

Mother!wanda maximoff

Warnings: overdose,addicton, self-inflicted homelessness, glass child, kind of bad parent lizzie

The lights of the bustling city reflected off countless glass windows as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a glow over the streets where dreams were often hidden beneath the concrete. You walked through those streets, a shadow among shadows, your heart growing heavy with the weight of loneliness. Your mother, Elizabeth Olsen, was one of the brightest stars in Hollywood, yet you often felt like the ghost that haunted the crevices of her life.

It wasn’t that she was a neglectful mother; she had simply always been engulfed in her own star-studded world. Film after film, awards and accolades rolled into your home, but amidst the glitz and glamour, there was a hollowness that echoed louder with each passing year. Robbie Annett, your father, was often absent too—caught up in the whirlwind of his own dreams, a talented artist lost in a vibrant canvas that rarely included you.

In your early years, you clung to the hope that they would notice your existence, that they would linger a moment longer and ask about your day or share in the little joys of life. But as an only child with parents who were globe-trotters, you learned to wear invisibility as a second skin. The ache of loneliness began to pulsate inside you, growing into a desperate need for validation, for love.

Over time, as your teenage years progressed, you decided enough was enough. You felt the last strands of hope slip through your fingers. When the whispers of parents excusing their absence with work became a constant tide, you decided to abandon the ideaof ever being a functional family, instead you did what you thought was best and took matters into your own hands.

It was a cold night when you took that leap into the unknown. You slipped out of the sprawling mansion, its walls adorned with framed accolades and photographs of happy family moments you scarcely remembered,half convincedthey never happened. The city, with all its gritty charm, welcomed you with open arms,ones that in this moment appear warmer than your own mothers.

But that embrace quickly turned into a chokehold. Initially, you wandered the streets, seeking solace in nameless faces and fleeting friendships, but reality was harsh. Days stretched into weeks, and soon, you found refuge in a group of lost souls who shared your pain. With them came a dark seduction: the world of drugs. At first, it numbed the constant ache of being unseen, the crushing weight of invisibility—it offered colours where only grey had existed.

You fell deeper into that lifestyle, losing track of days and nights until time became a blur. You danced with danger, laughed with strangers, and spiraled down to depths you never fathomed you could reach. Friends became foes, and soon you'd lost them all to the streets—the very streets that had promised liberation turned hostile.

Your parents, largely unaware of your struggles, were caught in the frenzy of awards season. They dazzled on red carpets and faced cameras that sang their praises, all the while their child was fighting demons of addiction in the dark corners of the city's underbelly.

After years of existence in that harsh reality, the world you created shattered into chaos one awful night. You overdosed, the cool pavement of a forgotten alley becoming your cold embrace. It was a rough reality check, a moment of silence where the bustling sounds of the city faded away as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Days later, as the sun poured over the city once more, your mother found you. Elizabeth came rushing through the streets, a storm of frantic emotion, propelled by instinct and a desperate hope to reconnect. She had decided to take a break from her hectic schedule, yearning for a moment of peace after the buzz of her latest premiere. With your father by her side, they searched for you, calling your name into the ether.

When she saw you lying there, pale and still, all her world came crashing down. The applause from the audience faded into a deafening silence as she knelt beside you. The real-world noise faded, and all that existed was an overwhelming wave of regret. She touched your cheek, tears streaming down her face, for all the moments she had missed—the birthdays uncelebrated, the laughter unshared, the sadness left unheard.

In the seconds that felt like hours, you opened your eyes, the sun catching the tear streaks on her face, your mother's frantic exclamations blending with the sirens that wailed in the distance. The love that had been overshadowed by your invisible life suddenly ignited like a beacon amidst the darkness.

As the paramedics took you to the hospital, she held your hand tightly, whispering promises of support, of change, of hope—a promise to rewrite the story that had been marred with neglect.

The road to recovery was a long and arduous one. She spent countless days sitting by your side, sharing stories of her life with you, each narrative woven with love and a desire to understand the child she had taken for granted. Your father, too, joined this journey, his artistry now painted with the strums of tenderness and care.

In time, as you battled the shadows within, your family learned to be a unit again, to be present and to truly see each other. The crowded red carpets began to feel empty compared to the warmth of your mother’s embrace, the raw essence of moments spent with your father in the quiet, away from cameras.

Though the journey was long and strewn with challenges, you slowly rebuilt the bridges that time had eroded. Elizabeth and Robbie, once faraway figures, became your anchors—each conversation, each shared meal, and each tear shed together slowly rewrote the narrative that once threatened to trap you in eternal darkness.

With every passing day, you reclaimed your identity, stepping out of the shadows and into the light of possibility, knowing now that you were seen, you were loved, and you were no longer invisible. In that dance between shadows and light, you found hope—hope for a brighter future wrapped in the unbreakable bonds of family, even amidst the chaos of their stardom.

And so, you grew, not just as Elizabeth Olsen’s child but as your own person, carving a path that was uniquely yours, forever moving away from the darkness and towards the light.

A/n-this is a little bit of an autobiography but i didn't have a lizzie

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Mom! Wandanat with a teen daughter reader who is going through her rebellious phase? Sneaking out, watching raunchy shows, ect but in reality she’s still a mama’s girl

Teenage phase

Summary: At the end of the day, nothing is more important than moms.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 649

a/n: I’m slowly (but surely) working through my requests :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse

She glances behind her one last time, making sure the door is closed, before swinging her legs to the other side. She grabs the metal ladder next to her window, climbing on top of it. Closing the window, Y/N starts going down until she can jump down to the ground.

With a giggle, Y/N jogs to her friend’s car and gets inside the passenger seat. “Hi.” She grins widely, dropping her bag to her feet.

“Hey, girl.” Her friend starts the car. “You got out without being noticed?”

Y/N scoffs. “I don’t think I can do anything without my moms noticing, but, they didn’t stop me.”

“I guess that’s the best you can do with spy parents.” The friend puts the radio on. “What’d you bring?”

“Some movies, new season of the show we’re watching and snacks.” Y/N digs through her bag, showing them to her friend. “Your favorite candy.” She shakes the plastic bag of sweets with a grin on her face.

“That’s why you’re my favorite.”

For hours, Y/N and her friend have been watching movies their parents wouldn’t allow them to see. They’re staying at a third friend’s house, whose parents are a lot more laid back and doesn’t mind the extra people coming in and out of the house in the middle of the night.

A phone starts ringing, making all of them groan and complain as they try to find out which phone it is. “It’s mine!” Y/N shouts, holding up her phone. “Shit, it’s my mom. What’s the time?”

“Six.”

“Christ.” Y/N answers the phone. “Hey, mom.” Her voice is cheery, though tired from being up all night.

“Hey, where are you?” Natasha’s voice comes through the phone.

“In my room, of course.”

Natasha grins, staring at the empty room in front of her. “Okay. Mind bringing some milk on your way to the kitchen? We’re out and I’m feeling like pancakes for breakfast.”

“Got it.” Y/N ends the call and turns to her friends. “I have to go, will you drive me? We need to go to the store on the way.”

“Can’t you stay? Your mom has to know you’re not home, so what’s a few more hours?”

“I can’t stay, because my mom needs milk for pancakes.” Y/N grabs her bag, stuffing all her things in there. “We can continue later. Keep the movie until then.”

“You do everything your mom says.” The friend sighs, but stands up and gets ready to leave.

She giggles. “Of course, they’re my moms.”

Y/N jogs to the side of the house and starts climbing up the ladders. On top, she opens the window and jumps in. Quickly, she changes into her nightwear and grabs two cartons of milk from her backpack.

Humming, she walks down the stairs and straight to the kitchen. “Here’s the milk you asked for.” Y/N sets the cartons on the table, right in front of Natasha.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Natasha resta her elbows on the table, staring at Y/N. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah.”

Wanda slumps down the stairs, her eyes still half closed from tiredness. “Morning, baby.” She kisses the top of Y/N’s head. “Morning, honey.” She and Natasha kiss. “Why are you awake so early.”

Y/N yawns and points at Natasha. “I woke up when mom left for her run.”

“Natasha, you have to stop being so loud so early in the morning.” Wanda lectures with a shake of her head as she goes to get the ingredients for pancakes.

“Right, I’m so loud.” Natasha raises her brows and looks at Y/N, who only shrugs with a grin.

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda tries to get herself dressed…

Wanda: it was great but w-we’re friends

Y/N: okay I understand…can I talk to you as a friend?

Wanda: sure

Y/N: Wanda guess who just nailed the hottest Avenger?

Y/N goes for a high five, Wanda gives a high five back…

Y/N: but in all seriousness, you are wonderful and I want something to be there for us.

Wanda: (blushes) I-I do too.

[wandaslovey]

only she can pull off being so babygirl & mommy at the same exact time

i would be such a good wife to her just gimme a chance please 😩

[rxmqnova]

Y/N: Let's talk about baby names!

Wanda: Y/N...

Y/N: Oh my god! That was my first choice too.

[carmillascrusade]

100 follower event:

I hit 100+ followers a while back but due to my recent inactivity I haven’t done much about it. I’d like to celebrate in some form of way so please send asks/requests into my inbox! (Cheekily using this to finally write for even more of my fandoms)

NSFW and SFW are fine!

My aim for each fic will be 1,500- 5,000 words (if it runs over it runs over)

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